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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain. A memory that I cannot curtail wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again it’s May. . . the night you came to me by moonlight. The air was permeated by perfume from blossoms colored innocently white. But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom. When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red, will be swooped up by birds and carried away. I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey, I bow in downpour like the vines bent low while raindrops turn to tears and - glistening - flow. For the Contest of Gail Doyle


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The Rain

Comes and it goes, sometimes more than other
times when you don’t want it to be there for you 
and it seems you‘re never destined to cover
the possessions you don’t need to but you go through

so much pain just to remain innately insane. 
Today I thought I saw the zenith of my dreams,
foolish me, as if the blind man can attain
visions of evaporated rain shaped like raceme 

still stained on my window left from morning’s tears.
Life hangs heavy on this half-lit horizon just beyond
the glass separating me from all that I’ve feared;
to turn all those small puddles into big ponds

containing something uncontaminated with doubt,
maybe those coming clouds can end this drought?


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Spring Rain

The rain fell gently through the night
It tapped upon my window pane
Like friends from days of long ago
Who called for me to come and play
I listened for a child like voice
But only heard the cold wet wind
It moaned and whispered in my ear
Until it calmly died away
This call I will not answer now
I'll stay within my cozy den
I'll sit beside my friendly fire
And listen to the rain come down

And here I'll rest and dream and sigh
While nature plays her lullaby



(free flowing sonnet)


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A Middle Ground, Please

(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)

When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.

Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.

As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.


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OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE

 OUR MIDNIGHT PLACE
As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


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Kiss The Rain

Gray clouds spill open, falling down-pours ensue  
Cleansing air and filling lakes with sweet purity;    
Maintaining land and life’s ultimate maturity;   
Compelling a radiant sun to shine through,  
Giving very grateful eyes a pleasant view.   
After shrouding dome has lifted obscurity;  
For now, all life has acquired security.    
Earth rejoices in heaven’s generous dew.     

Embrace descending drops on a wearied soul.    
Smell the clean scent that refreshes stale air,
The splash that penetrates the mind’s domain;  
Renewing inter being with lost control.   
Not a thing in this world can ever compare,   
When one takes time to stop and kiss the rain.  

Copyright © 2013  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Sixth Place Winner ~ "Kiss The Rain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle
March 18, 2013


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MOMENT OF TRUTH

How much stark evidence, how many proofs 
will be dismissed before conceit it fails; 
and of His mercy decide to avail 
this presumptuous species from faith aloof. 
Flashbang rumble! A thousand unseen hoofs 
galloped overhead, as clattering hail 
mass-pogoed as if emptied from some vast pail 
upon unsuspecting Tarmac and roofs.  

Mercy, I swear I heard the atoms split 
from molecules to create ozone 
as, outside close nearby the lightning hit; 
its acrid tang prevalent in a home, 
which for a charged instant that bolt lit: 
thrilling spectator as he watched alone.


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Dancing With the Rain

One day there came a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing sky fall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain! Written 11/13/13 by Andrea Dietrich for nette onclaud's Fragrance of Rain Poetry Contest


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A Kiss in the Pouring Rain

A kiss in the night, in the pouring rain She knows real passion, makes me quite insane I love the romance that she exhibits Blowing me away into little bits Each part of me still burns with loving awe I kiss her back by, I do grab and maw Exploring every part of her body I enjoy the awesome sensuality As the rain pours our hearts meld into one Our heart beats, blood’s rushing, nothing is gone We blend, our flesh slides, we find utter heights Flying higher than those grand, massive kites I kiss her in the night under the rain Our love will last always, it will remain Russell Sivey


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Kiss the Rain

I Kiss the rain for it hides the tears 
As they flow down my face
All the bottled up sadness and fears
They won't look out of place 

For no one can tell that I'm in pain 
How heavy my heart may be
When I stand up tall and kiss the rain
The drops will hide so no one can see

They say the rain will cleanse you
Just Like a shower or a bath
So I'll use the rain to renew
To Decide upon a new path

So kiss the rain when you need to
No one will know but you. 



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Kindest Stars

I look up high, the stars return the stare Of a polite sight, quiet everywhere The largest stars bleed onto the skyscape Rolling black velvet with its light escape Some three trees extend their heights before me Showered by raining stars delicately Light emitted is grand and quite mighty Even smallest ones of delight are free It’s a dartboard that’s a lite-bright behind Exposing the great glowing stars in kind The trees lead me upwards to the heavens Where the universe uniquely begins The sky holds my kindest stars of delight To treasure each night of my life in sight Russell Sivey


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Reminiscing the Scent of Rain

There’s a certain force of the rain that flows That brings the scent to the forefront and grows On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play It only comes when it first starts to rain Smell that pleases the senses without pain Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up No scent can compare to this smell close-up At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell Aroma like floating grainy gruffness Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN Sponsor: nette onclaud 11/16/2013


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Summer rain

She is as the summer rain soft as silk.
That pours across the plains like morning dew.
To quench the lovers thirst with gentle milk,
Enchants us with the taste of something new.
For as we take her pleasure to our lips,
And lose ourselves within her fragrant sway,
We find our senses dulled between the sips,
Upon the rapture drunk from loves bouquet.
Yet as she falls the summer sun relents,
But for a while until it burns anew,
And everything that's dreamt is ever spent,
To vanish in the mist as morning dew.
For summer rains that gently moist the air,
Beguiles the lovers heart then disappears.












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Rain

The darkness drops again,
A dropletof the tragic rain,
Hopeless than to face the coming train,
The winds blow with no brain,
The bolt of the thundering banger,
Scattering and causing danger,
And the dusts arise in anger,
Humans on the race, 
In order not to miss the the trace,
Roofs in the air,
The trees forced to bend,
And let's it fruits down, 
Heavens open it doors,
The rain looses it grips.


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The Streets of Positano

Four days in, the picture frame is Positano,
The falling rain, the silence of our separation.
Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation,
This is real, we came undone in Positano.

City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many,
Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet.
Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano.
Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn,
Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure,
Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano.

Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment,
Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive.
Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky,
Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.


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Droplets of Heaven

OLD POEM: GRAY SKY FALLS (SIJO)

Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus

NEW POEM:

Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed some proud

The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park

Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets
The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears

Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained

****************************************************************
4th position
Metamorph
Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi


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Rain

The darkness drops again,
A dropletof the tragic rain,
Hopeless than to face the coming train,
The winds blow with no brain,
The bolt of the thundering banger,
Scattering and causing danger,
And the dusts arise in anger,
Humans on the race, 
In order not to miss the 
 trace,
Roofs in the air,
The trees forced to bend,
And let's it fruits down, 
Heavens open it doors,
The rain looses it grips.


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A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands 
and cry their crystal tears.

The tides will help to cleanse the earth; 
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!

Water is the source of life; 
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.

So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.


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Black Rain

An active storm forecast for Hurricane Season
Sandbags, evacuations can save people’s lives
But offshore in black water a new threat now thrives
Inland states may suffer too, here’s the reason
Storms gain power in Gulf seas betrayed by treason
Soaking up dark sea’s moisture, such power derives
Will tropical cyclones carry black rain like knives
Giving inland farm crops, city streets a greasin’

The man-made drilling well still spews oil that floats
But the clouds of great storms may be darker this year
Murky sea water now lies in the Gulf storms’ path
Ma Nature has an aerial view as she gloats
Remains of dinosaurs fill hurricanes with fear
Bitter justice abounds in a defiled earth’s wrath


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Autumn's Breath

The autumn rain falls, drip, drip, drip on down As crisp as the breath of fall I don’t drown I love the feel of the autumn evening Being so filled with rain a great feeling Rain cooled by the sky and the air fallen As the clouds reaches nearer to the glen They explode with the grey life of evening My feelings in this time go exploring The ground is slightly wet and the air damp There is little light within the sky’s lamp I sense the coolness of the evening air Showing I truly love it and I care The near night feel radiates peace and calm Dampness with a chill is within my palm
Russell Sivey Contest: Autumn's Breath Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 8/13/2013


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Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue

Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.


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Indispensable Essence, 2

 (Shakespearean)

Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
        As life cannot continue without breath,
        a rainless land may gather only death.


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Till Shines The Day

Tenderly hits the rain on the window

Cheers my heart as it sweeps away the dust

Fits me between roses of green meadow

Deluding me to dream, or so I must

So softly it fell as poets may tell

Passes on the gentle chill of winter

Carries me to you as I hoped it will

Lost dreams to miss, and nights to remember

Still I remember what nights left behind

Still I rejoice when rain knocks on the door

As it flames my heart, too hopeful yet blind

To shine on sweet moments I have no more

For as rain drops sneak when sun is away

So does my heart, steals dreams till shines the day


From: Echoes (http://wp.me/1om48)


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Thirst for Life 2

(Blank Verse Sonnet)

Autumn sun at noon lends wilting ordeal,
and scorches earth to wither blossoms' face;
the breath to whistle shrinks away to aught,
and throats athirst are choking with no spit.

As turtles, lizards, thirsty toads cry out
for rain, the birds begin a shelter search;
the trees dig deeper, leaves become dry curl,
and life performs a drooping dance of death.

Yet rain has come, a slow, obscure nimbus;
as showers mantle earth with warm, wet tears,
the dry-bed rivers rise as children splash,
and wakened earthworms twine back on the job.

We stand here hand in hand to sniff the air,
breathe in, and watch new life return to earth. 






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Let It Rain

Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
drought-
shrouded 
terrains.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
meadow 
and 
her 
grains;
For 
the 
ember 
stare 
of 
the 
bridled 
sun
Fiddles 
and 
suffuses 
our 
flaccid 
corn.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
paddocks 
of 
the 
lakes;
On 
the 
subtle 
ducklings 
and 
bickering 
drakes;
Beneath 
the 
bleak 
clouds 
and 
the 
supine 
trees;
On 
eroded 
coral 
herbs 
of 
the 
seas.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
sordid 
fluttering 
gale;
On 
salient 
boughs 
that 
it 
has 
lured 
to 
sail.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
dew-
quaffing 
mountains
And 
all 
frost-
flawed 
cliffs 
and 
weed-
wreathed 
plains.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
face 
of 
December;
On 
mild 
mellow 
skins 
of 
oceans' 
envers,
From 
the 
fog-
fiddled 
toe 
of 
a 
hill's 
foot
To 
the 
depths 
of 
a 
mermaid's 
solitude.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
pale 
petals 
of 
flowers;
On 
gloomy 
castles 
and 
misty 
towers;
In 
lethal 
labyrinths 
of 
cycloned 
caves;
On 
nap-
narrowed 
nights 
and 
the 
dirge-
drenched 
days.
Let 
it 
rain 
from 
the 
wild-
wandering 
clouds.
Be 
it 
in 
whispers 
or 
weeping 
aloud;
Lest 
our 
hollow-
hydrated 
hearts 
complain;
On 
our 
knotty 
knees, 
we 
plead; 
let 
it 
rain.


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Black and White World

In the black and white world that’s here at night Keeping limited viewing with our sight The moon is present and helps a little And the rain doesn’t help, it belittles You can see by the small amount of light But without color, which adds to the fright The rain is pouring and the moon’s beaming Having me to see somewhat, it’s gleaming I walk within this rain, the moon to play I don’t know what to do nor what to say I stand too long and I’m drenched completely I’m one with nature, I’m surely crafty I go along now in the black and white My eyes aren’t able to see enough light
Russell Sivey


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Every Day

The pigeon-shaded sidewalk glistened wet
After swimming all night under rain
That poured from charcoal-coloured clouds and met
With feathers ruffling in disdain.

It was still dark as thunder in the sky,
As if the sun decided to sleep in -
Preferring to be silent in his rise,
To let those giants in gray play violin.

Electric bolts danced briefly in the distance. 
The warning bell that followed rumbled low,
Complaining of his dreary coexistence 
Between that fire and the rain that fell below.

Until at last the sun came out to play,
Instilling hope that maybe, this time, she would stay.  


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ALL SEEMS WELL AGAIN

Rain descends like heavens anguish on streets
Where souls cower in doorways, shivering.
A mindset pervades the city – that’s mine.
More by urgent need ignore the deluge!

I think of magic and incantations.
I think of prayers and words of power.
I think of souls whose time is not their own.
I think in awe – divine intervention.

Sheets of rain wash the streets like water
On a tray. The cities tilting as a sea
Saw and dizzy notions gather in pools
Along its gutters – divine intervention?

Just then the rain stops abruptly, clouds pass
Mindset disperses – all seems well again!


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Drunken Poets

Rain coming down with a vengeance
On this stormy moonless night
Flooding the barren seaside town
Where drunken poets used to write

Days were brighter, the gin was cheap
The place the trio used to meet
Lies and stories mightily spewed
Making their lonely lives complete
 
Tempers high and fortunes lost
Our trio's days would soon be gone
A spilled drink, an unpaid bar bill
A frightful meeting with guns drawn

They say the men still haunt this town
Empty souls roaming all around