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Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

They bring new life,
Revive the old,
Spring showers,
Wash away the snow.
These showers make me happy,
When I am sad,
They water the plants,
Both good and bad.
My favorite thing about them,
Is they hide all my tears,
They wash away the pain,
Of all my years.
I don't like these showers,
When I want to go outside,
Because when it rains,
I have no place to hide.

Spring Showers
4-12-13


Details | Rhyme | |

Whspers of Light

Tickled with wet prisms
Cocooned with the dead head of trees
Synchronized in natures rhythms
Her skin dancing with shadows in a breeze

Good morning Misses Sun
Inhaling the exhalants of the plants
Worries has she? None.
In spring showers she does gallivant.

After noon parade of Clouds
What stories in shapes do you bring me?
I see you’re not in lack of drought
I do love the song of thunder you sing me

So soon Mister Moon
I’m ready for the spotlight summons
Rolling in your dark doom
The now dry sky cries diamonds

How I love the day
How I love the Night
More than I can ever say
Mmm Whispers of the light.

-B. Maxine
2/7/2014


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Haiku | |

early spring rain


early spring rain

       pelts a cherry tree...

           dousing young blossoms



colored rainbow...

       sparks petals' hues

       
          with fragrant mist




Debbie Guzzi's Spring Contest
by nette onclaud ( revised)


Details | Romanticism | |

She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.


Details | Imagism | |

LET IT RAIN

It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 


Details | Rondeau | |

As I Wrote This

As I wrote this, upon my bed,
fumbling with words yet to be said,
I felt the chill of a spring day
next to glass painted winter gray,
and marveled how the seasons wed.

In galoshes, shiny and red,
kids splashed in puddles as they fled
from their front doors, to laugh and play,
as I wrote this...

I grew old never having bled.
Never left my butter and bread.
Observed the world from where I lay.
Life happened while I was away,
leaving my thoughts and weaving thread,
as I wrote this...


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.

April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

They sometimes come as strangers to the Earth. But, often, they are unwelcome overflows. From two pure elements they are always made, And they are most essential to the welfare of mankind. They have activated hormones now and then And, sometime later results are proudly known. Many sweaty brows of have been cooled, After work in fields fed by spring showers. As both adult and child I’ve slept to the Rhythm of spring showers on tin roofs. And the sleep resulting seemed much more refreshing Than the forty winks I managed now and then. Spring showers are our friends But when carried by strong winds Can bring devastation And damage of historic proportions. These gentle rains can mean Life’s blood to some and death knell to others. So, spring showers are many things And memories galore flourish after their visit. Written for Russell Sivey’s contest ‘Spring Showers” 04/14/13


Details | Imagism | |

DARK SKIES

The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.


Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Rubber boots and rain slickers
Snow has all but gone
April Showers mean
Puddle jumping happy children

Miniature tidalwaves
Enveloping trails of mud
Pioneering young explorers
In Playgrounds
And Schoolyards

The smallest child understands
Rain and sun equals flowers (Mother Nature's Algebra)

But 
For now
Mud Bogging

In rubber boots and rain slickers

March 27th, 2013

For Spring Showers Contest


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















Details | Verse | |

A SPRING AFTERNOON ON THE FARM-Tritina

An empty barn was the home of a dog;
outside buzzing bees attacked a tiny cat...
joyful was the song of a parched bird.


An hour ago, happy was the warbling bird;
no rascals bothered the skinny, smelly cat...
they didn't get close to the hungry dog.


Rain came and it worried the shivering cat;
spring showers were the joy of the bird...
he could have been the prey of the dog.


Sunshine returned: the dog barked, the cat ran and the bird fled.


Details | Lyric | |

First Day of Spring

Written October 26, 2013


Love cries out from a songbird
On the first day of spring
And all the flowers bloom in the rain
And sunshine reigns
Over every boy and every girl
In this town that's driving me insane

On the first day of spring
The beginning of the end
Blue skies pulling me in
Along with all my friends
Rain shields the sun again

Alone in my room
I rescind
To the deepest depths of my soul
To sew back shut a hole
That will make me whole

I'm melting to the permafrost
How I feel so lost
In the world I used to call my own
Now I feel so alone
Without a house to call my home


Details | Rhyme | |

The Birth of Spring - Constanza

April graces us with showers, 
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.

From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
Apollo's face is golden fair...
The scent of spring is in the air.

As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow, 
They spread below like golden snow.

I delight and watch for hours, 
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.

Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.

April graces us with showers, 
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
As blossoms float down from bowers
I delight and watch for hours, 
Blessed and touched by divine powers. 



Details | Dizain | |

Spring Rain


Morn, child-like, in scented spell of spring rain 
falling slow, charming from coal clouds on high.
First soft shower, shapes senses, drowning pain.
Fresh mix of earth, air, and leaves linger nigh
‘til May raindrops rest like tears from my eye.

Nature’s sweet breath redolent of rebirth
traces time in blossoms and musky earth.
Dawn's spirited fling quenched by misty spring;
Drawn to the dance of fragrant rain in mirth  
as billowing sky folds into soft rings.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/13/13
for Nette Onclaud's FRAGRANCE OF RAIN           


Details | Lyric | |

SPRING RAIN IN DOYLESTOWN PA

     DOYLESTOWN SPRING RAIN
I watch the sky begin to fill,
with clouds that roll and pitch until,
all Heaven seems so black and bleak,
then lightning makes a sudden streak,
and blows the southwind to its will.

The air so fresh it brings a high,
as I breath in the falling sky,
and darkened, all of space now seems,
engulfed in thundering that screams,
and makes the world think it could die.

The first raindrops now hit the ground,
the joy of it is all around,
each budding leaf breaks through its pain,
now free to come out in the rain,
and here is love that's seldom found.

Now falling fast and falling free,
blown in the wind that has to be,
the rain sets in and for the night,
a steady rhythm--cool and light,
and lulls to sleep the deep of me.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Haiku | |

A KISS SOFTER THAN RAIN

Letting rain pour down
on our warm bodies is feeling
alive and wanted.


Two souls indulging
in passion...tasting a 
kiss softer than rain.



Written on 5/ 26/ 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Drip, then another and another, pitter-patter,
Rain tapping at my windowpanes.
Darkness and whiteness of winter washed away.
Windows opened, breathing in sweet spring rains.
A feeling of newness blossoms deep within.

It seems it's contagious, clearly spring has sprung.
For when the rain stops, puddles do sit about.
Wet pavement sounds, slaps, steps and squish.
Squeals of delight from little patters with their rubber boots.
Puddle-jumpers, splish-splash, resonating me with joy.
Aah, life as is, with the sweet spring rains.


03/25/2013
For Russell Sivey's contest, " Spring Showers"


Details | Triolet | |

The Rain's Came

The early spring rain pounds the earth
washing sleep from the eye of dawn
conducting percussive rebirth.
The early spring rain pounds the earth
bringing the pattering of mirth
as awakened the violets yawn.
The early spring rain pounds the earth
washing sleep from the eye of dawn.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring philharmonica

Peepers pipe spring chimes                                                                                       birds sing as the hummingbirds                                                                                 hum along with bees                                                                                          *                                                                                                                    *      thunder drum rolls as                                                                                              warm breezes whistle in trees                                                                              raindrop cymbals ring                                         *                                                                 **                                                                                                                         a clean rest then brooks                                                                                           fulfill the springs gushing song                                                                       instrumental  peace


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Rhyme | |

A RAINY SPRING NIGHT

A shiver went through her fragile body,
it must have been the cold and misty raindrops;
no words she spoke exuding mystery...
a strange gleam I noticed in those teary eyes.


I lowered my glance and whispered,
" Honey, you must be a little cold! "
And yet she didn't mutter a word,
but her nodding explained her need.


Another thought stroke me as lightening,
and that could have been her way of saying,
" Hug me with passion and make me feel loved
on a rainy spring night when no voices are heard. "


Gallantly and devotedly, I put my brown leather jacket
on her shivering shoulders by giving a fiery kiss and embrace
and I expected she would have exchanged it at any moment...
not feeling the nippy breeze brushing her joyful face.


Details | Quatern | |

Like Angels' Tears - Quatern

Like angels' tears the raindrops fall,
As children gay the songbirds call;
Should I then cry or blithely sing
This dreary day in merry spring?

As children's cries the winds will squall,
Like angels' tears the raindrops fall; 
To know the reason, I desire,
But dare a mortal heav'n enquire?

Some girls pick flowers wet with rain,
An old man smiles and waves his cane;
Like angels' tears the raindrops fall
And splash upon the cheeks of all.

As if in prayer the grass bows down
To meet the clover's purple crown,
For both on them and on my shawl
Like angels' tears the raindrops fall.


*April 28th, 2014*


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Night shadow passes into dawn.
I walk along the wooded path
and smell the drops of rain so crisp.
I surely feel the blossoms rejoicing
at this early sign of Spring's delight
along with our winged friends the robins
that have put in a heartening appearance
singing their throaty songs of joy.
The warm and encouraging showers
rain down in frisky streams that beckon
all creatures to come out and play.
As I amble along with my umbrella
perched above my head I dream
of longer days and beauty abounding.
I'm refreshed and renewed in Spring's embrace.



written 3/26/2013

for Russell Sivey's contest "Spring Showers"


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Spring Showers

I had a friend who gardened but sadly her health
 has waned- still, I know she dreams of  flowers
 and welcomes good  health like spring

when showers of petals  rain  from blossom
 laden boughs and form a pale pink carpet
 for her to tiptoe on.

Who can be sad  in spring 
 when rain awakens  dormant bulbs
and every where is fragrance 
and flowers in multitudes

I picked the daffodils this morning with 
raindrops in their yellow cups and her smile
 was like a rainbow that spread across the  room.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's coming

Some days the Spring is cold and grey
And drizzling rain is no surprise.
It seems that nature's lost her way
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        While rain washed blooms can find no bees
        A worm is still a blackbird's prize.
        The sparrows fuss and skulk in trees
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.
And what of you my nature's child,
Will I find love inside your eyes?
I love to watch you running wild
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        Some days the Spring is cold and grey
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.



Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom


spring showers contest
4/14/13


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Storm

The first storm of the spring
Thunder, lightning, and hail
Such destruction does it bring
Running for cover to no avail

Winds pick up, blowing the rain
Standing here I get all wet
The massive power I can't explain
I won't heed warning to this threat

I'm such in awe of what I see
The streets are filled with much debris
From this mighty storm in front of me
New life begins, I do decree


Details | Rhyme | |

Sun and Rain

The sun came out for a little while

On a somewhat gloomy day

There's more rain to the south of us

which may just head our way

But the flowers and bushes, the trees and the like

Are enjoying the water that fell

They're nourished by the H2O 

their green leaves show the tell

A rainbow stretched across the sky

As the sun began to set

And with sunshine in the forecast 

On one thing you sure can bet

That tomorrow morning you'll hear a voice

Mumbling in the garden

For the weeds, they grow here also

Without regret or pardon

So the cycle of summer now begins

It's march toward the autumn

Then winter covers all the land 

Until spring begins to thaw them

Then the flowers and trees, bushes and the like

Will spring to life once more

The sun will warm the Earth right up

And the rain will once again pour


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Spring Showers


In winter the rains seems to subdue the earth.
Grey skies lower and the rain beats an unrelenting tattoo .
But in the spring the showers are soft and gentle,
Encouraging the earth to bring  forth its splendor . Rain
on the face encourages the loss of hat and umbrella
and urges you to run free.
The earth has a fresh, clean fragrance, one that will
never be found in a bottle. Like tears, drops form and
fall with the promise of growth and renewal. Spring showers...
they bathe the spirit and the soul, and prepare us
for the coming days of summer..

For the Spring Showers contest3/23/13


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Spring and sharks

Spring and Sharks. 
 
It is spring nature is green and there are many 
variations of verdant, fluffy, shining to sober
 olive, with emerald and jade in between.
Yellow is not in to day except for the sun that
shines and rain which is clear as laughter of joy.
Yet I think of lemon sharks that reside in 
the Caribbean Sea, they live in shallow water 
give birth to little ones; sharks can be avoided 
by not swimming in their sea.

There was a knock on my door, a man nicely 
dressed, tried to sell me insurance, something
to do with paying for my funeral. 
But spring is here and my thoughts are not 
morbid. He left me with a brochure of the price 
of coffins and the cost of flowers….
It is raining now, gentle rain good for potatoes 
and beans, sharks belong to the sea and should
not going around knocking on people´s doors.  


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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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Kiss the Rain

I took it in my grasp,
As the droplets came to a clasp.
Lifting my hands freely,
Oh is it good to be me!

Kiss the rain,
Be my fame.
Grow my crops,
Stop the clocks.

Fill my eyes,
With Gods only cries.
Lets take off our clothes,
Let it show us where the river goes.

Life is good,
Just where I stood.

Kiss the rain,
Blow the wind,
Ain't no shame,
In showin you whats destined.


Details | Quatrain | |

Nightlight Blue

The parched, cracked earth receives the rain
into a billion hungry mouths;
she suckles at the sky’s wet breast
swaddled in cloud-gray gauzy blouse.

Sweet budding grasses nod and sway;
infant creatures babble and croon,
as Mother Nature tucks all in
‘neath nightlight-blue lullaby moon.

July 19, 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

The moist air come around once more
to start the new life of nature to be sure
spring showers that cleanses our world.

The snow melts to a degree for it is time to see
a world of wonders for everyone
that needs a spring showers to be free.

The ground gets all soft for things to grow
to be part of this emotional adaptation
is how we should know.

The binds of winter goes away 
to be come a new season to portray 
a wonder of colors and beauty.

The moment has come to use your umbrellas
in many ways can block the showers 
that might drizzle on us to ruin our day. 

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013


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Rain

When the spring rain falls, I feel renewed. I feel that I have nothing to worry about.
The thunder blocks out the cries on the streets. The cry of helpless children. The thunder blocks out my screams. But it does not block out the screaming inside me. The lightning lights up the world. It exposes the good and the bad. It exposes some of the deepest, darkest secrets. But it does not expose my secrects. It does not expose me. It does not expose my pain. The spring rain cleanses the Earth. It wipes away the world's wrong doings. It wipes away my tears. It makes me feel like the world isn't only mad at me, The spring rain covers up my sins, It wipes away my sadness but only for a minute, when the spring rain stops, I'm hurt and sore all over again. When the spring rain stops, I feel hopeless. When the spring rain stops, I wish it would start again. When the spring rain stops, I wish that it never started. When the spring rain stops, I feel like there is no meaning in life. When the spring rain stops, I feel like I want to die.


Details | Ballad | |

I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


Details | Free verse | |

the rose

a girl,
she plucked off
a rose,
and touched her lips
to the lips of
the rose-
sniffed the fresh smell of
the red rose.

like spring rain it smelled.
like spring rain it smelled.

a lone tear
from morning dew
trickled down
the rose''s
red, red face.

the rose
then fell from
the girl's
hand as she
hurried off to greet
her friends.