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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | Free verse | |

Her Name Was Rain

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Like the disappearing sun of yesterday                           (           )
So has her childhood dissolved away                          (       //       )
With two white steeds that are the trees                       (   / /       )
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze                            /  /   
She rides against the wind
                        /  /  /
        Her name is Rain
        Born with the grain of knowing
        Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
        Or view the valleys of the past

/  /        Tho', ...be not envious of her rampant blood!
            Where origins are buried in another world
            Where voices speak in lost syllables
            In a language of no forgetting
            Where the laughter of the birds is still
            And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
                                /                   / /
                    For she would rather turn her face to the sky
             /      And feel the gentleness of the mist
                    She has a burning desire to be free
                    Free of the gift
       /  /         Free of the burden
                    Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
                                     //    //                 /
                        A voice of the thunder calls her
                        Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
                        So the earth can be beautiful                                    
                        Where the sun comes after the rain                         
                 /      Where the drought is over at last                       
/                       Where rain becomes rainbows                                   
                        She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze                   
          /     /       Her name is Rain     

                                                    ____                                              
                                             
For Constance La France's contest "Rain, The Story"
By Carrie Richards


Details | Ballad | |

Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.


Details | Rispetto | |

Fickle Sun

Fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies
hanging his boots over the side
of our soggy, rain weary world.
Disrespectful, his pipe smoke curled
around dripping mountains, blue dyed;
fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies.

My cute rain boots are filled with frogs!
The sun should shine! Old pedagogue
hanging his boots over the side,
over dripping mountains, blue dyed;
fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies.

October 11, 2014


Details | Lyric | |

Remember Me

The sun shines yes I know
A heavy gust as the wind wants to blow
Leaves flying high in the sky and then hitting the ground
The sun decides to fall as the moon decides to rise
As darkness begins to be all around 

Remember my smile as the sun that shines
Remember my breath as the wind blows
Remember my feelings as the moon begins to rise
Remember me even when I die

The fire burns everything in sight
But the rain rids its heat with all its might
The cold weather is now here
And the sun begins to disappear

Remember my love as the fire burns
Remember my pain as the rain falls
Remember my hugs as the weather gets cold and dry
Remember me even when I die

The breeze cools everything and everyone down
Even that sad person walking into town
Listen to music on the days you have a frown
And at night dream as you lay in your gown

Remember my passion as the breezes begins to settle
Remember my words as the music plays
Remember my inspiration when you start to dream
In the heavens I will be lifted up high
So remember me even when I die


© Jeremy Fennell


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 | Lyric | |

Rainbows

Rainbows are for hope. 

Raindrops splatter 'gainst my window     
Music from the sky; 
Each crystal drop a mellow bell 
A gentle melody to tell     
me ...that your love is mine. 

 Sunlight scatters thru my window     
Warm touches sent to me 
Each photon beam a kiss from you 
Sent to me across the blue...     
 A comfort wished here tenderly. 

 April winds caress my window    
 Breath from clouds above; 
Daring me to share the passion, 
Give my heart in wild abandon,     
 Drinking deeply of your love. 

 Rainbows Bless my Open window      
Sun-drops & rain combined. 
The ends connecting us together 
Distances no longer matter...      
Out hearts are intertwined.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain

I love to feel the
wind on my face;
Bask in the warmth
of the sun’s embrace.
As light misty rain
touches my skin
In divine delight 
I go within. . .
The wind becomes 
an internal force.
The sun enters my heart
on its course,
But rain endeavors
to keep me whole
And helps to sustain
my very soul.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

This poem was written to be metaphoric with the 
wind representing internal conflict, the sun having a 
calming effect and the rain quenching spiritual thirst. 
I am sure no one will get it, so I thought I would explain.

I have had recent eye surgery so my time on the computer is limited.


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















Details | Quatrain | |

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter, drip, drop, it’s not an April shower
Drip, drop, drip, drop raining hour after long hour
Suddenly the sun streaks through, javelins of sunlight
Then back to pitter, patter, and rain throughout the night.

In and out of doorways, trying to stay dry
Thunder crashing the Queens dead, the country seems to sigh
Edward the happy monarch will rule with fun from now on
Rain, rain, it never stops crying for the Old Queen is gone.

The sun breaks through the London grey, it sparkles on a tree leaf
Drops still dripping slowly, displaying all their grief.
Happy times are coming, skipping down the London streets
Children playing hopscotch, while the bobbies are on the beat.

A blossom opens a leaf unfurls, breathes the rain drops in
The first sup of clean water in these london streets so grim.
Pitter, patter, feel the rain - dodging in and out of doorways
Trying to keep dry in the summer rain as one does always.

The ringing of the bells, Big Ben strikes the hour
A begging hand from a pile of rags huddled in the shower.
The old queen is dead and gone, but wanders through her city
Looking left and right, she shakes her head in certain pity

Through London town she wanders where dirt and grime abound
She’s searching for she does not know - until it she has found
The thunder crashes the rain pours then drips slowly to an end
The queen is dead long live the King she prays his ways he’ll mend.

©~GG~ 2012 
Entry for Tracie's Anything goes competition This is a Poem I have just done for a Magazine about when Queen Victoria died. 


Details | ABC | |

RAIN SHOWERS

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
 


As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
 


 
 


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
 


All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
 


They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
 


And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
 


 
 


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
 


And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
 


The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
 


Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
 


 
 


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
 


Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
 


So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
 


Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
 


 
 


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
 


And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
 


And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
 


While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
 


 
 


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
 


On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
 


Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
 


While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
 


 
 
 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
 


And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
 


Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
 


And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
 


 
 


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
 


And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
 


The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
 


While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
 


 
 


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
 


And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
 


The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
 


While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
 


 
 


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
 


Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
 


The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
 


In the newly born rainy sunlight.
 


 
 


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
 


And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
 


The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
 


And day and night this gale roars.
 


 
 


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
 


And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
 


Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
 


And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
 


 
 
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
 


Rainy calamities take its place;
 


Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
 


“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
 


 
 


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
 


But destiny will always play a hand;
 


What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
 


And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
 


 
 


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
 


And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
 


Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
 


Of normal life, however boring or glum.
 


 
 


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
 


And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
 


It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
 


So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
 


 
 


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
 


So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
 


It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
 


Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
 


 
 


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
 


And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
 


So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
 


Or due to failure remain depression bound.
 


 
 


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
 


For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
 


Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
 


But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…


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 | Rhyme | |

Dance

The sun is shining
the flowers blooming
n I am dancing
with the butterflies.

The moon is winking
the stars twinkling
n I am dancing
with the fireflies.

The rain is falling
The fishes swimming
n I am dancing 
with the mermaids.

The birds are singing
dawn time's ringing
n I am dancing 
with the king's maids.

The sun is shining
the rain is falling
n I am still dancing
on and on.

I am still dancing
on and on.


Details | Narrative | |

Princess of the Sky

         

Like the disappearing sun of yesterday                          
So has her childhood dissolved away                         
With two white steeds that are the trees                      
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze                             
She rides against the wind
                      
Her name is Rain
Born with the grain of knowing
Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
Or view the valleys of the past

Be not envious of her rampant blood!
Where origins are buried in another world
Where voices speak in lost syllables
In a language of no forgetting
Where the laughter of the birds is still
And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
                            
For she would rather turn her face to the sky
And feel the gentleness of the mist
She has a burning desire to be free
Free of the gift
Free of the burden
Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
                             
A voice of the thunder calls her
Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
So the earth can be beautiful                                    
Where sun comes after the rain                         
Where the drought is over at last                       
Where the rain creates a rainbow                                   
She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze                   
Her name is Rain     
But they call her Zodiac,....Princess of the sky


__________________________________________


Details | Rhyme | |

My Purple Umbrella

Come and dance in the rain with me,
Underneath my purple umbrella.
It's big enough for two, you see,
My beautiful purple umbrella.

And if the day is sunny and bright,
My beautiful purple umbrella,
Will shade us from the sun's burning light.
Come sit 'neath my purple umbrella.

Everywhere I go I tend to bring,
My beautiful purple umbrella.
'Cause the weather is such a fickle thing,
Thank goodness for my purple umbrella.

3/25/14
For Leonora's Umbrella contest


Details | Acrostic | |

Under My Umbrella

U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.

M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.

U mbrella,
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.  


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 | Acrostic | |

RAINY DAYS

Rainy days, overcast skies
Always dark and dreary
Immersed in so much madness
Nature's way of cleansing
Your world of all its sadness

Days like these remind us of  
Angst and so much sorrow 
Yet grateful in the knowledge the 
Sun will shine tomorrow


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.


Details | Free verse | |

The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 


Details | Sonnet | |

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.  


Details | Free verse | |

Couples

(18/09/2011)

Love is identical with couples
Paper spread its space when the pen needs to settle a scribble
When the dust get bored, wind will show-up and blow
When the sun is stressed, rain will come as thunders brattle
When fire is too emotional, ash reminds him to set low

Can they get along forever?
When the paper full filled, pen will leave it
When it’s blown, wind will forget where the dust thrown
After refreshed, the sun will shoo, rain is harassed
When the ash takes control, spots of fire in black dust merely crawl

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Pasangan

Cinta identik dengan pasangan
Saat pena tertoreh, kertas membantunya
Saat debu sedang bosan, angin meniupnya
Saat matahari kelelahan, hujan menggantikanya
Saat api terlalu emosi, abu memperingatkannya

Namun mampukah mereka selalu berdampingan?
Saat kertas terisi penuh, maka pena akan meninggalkannya
Saat debu tertiup, akankah angin kembali menemukannya?
Saat matahari bugar, hujan diusirnya
Saat abu menguasai, api hanyalah hitam debu


Details | Haiku | |

Pitter Patter

         Pitter patter on my window
                  sun shine bright
Make me a rainbow to last through the night


Details | Couplet | |

THE CLOUDS AND THE SUN

THE CLOUDS AND THE SUN 


The day arrived on her galloping horse of color gray
The sun hidden behind the clouds wanted to play

They let him from time to time through to have a peep
But never allowed him their fluffy mass ever to reap 

Suddenly the angered storm pulled down the blind
Reminding the sun that time has come for good to hide

Then came the thunder and was followed by the rain
Dissipated the clouds, left the sun to shine again!  
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    02 JUNE 2013



Details | Sedoka | |

Rainbow Girl

What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile

In her company
I blow bubbles in the air
And I stare and watch her climb
Down the firmament
As her foot reaches the land
I lay in awe on the sand

Briefly there's a grey
Cloud that's jealous of my love
So he calls a thunderstorm
But I patiently
Cry until the drummers leave
...butterflies sing on my sleeve

Dancing down she comes
Dressed in colors of the world
Waiving at the land and sky
Flirting with my eye
How can I not love her, she
Kisses everything I see

What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud

I hear silent whispers in the wind
“Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come 
To see what 
I see”
What nonsense is this
All I know is what I will come to see
Will be the shining light of the sun
As the night comes to an end
The bright sun will come up 
So I wait for that light to guide me 
After the long dark night
But upon morning there is no shining sun to greet me
It is hidden by foreboding black storm clouds 
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I look to those clouds and only see beauty
For they bring rain do they not
And rain will wash this dirty earth
And moisten the cracked dirt
With this luscious rain it brings life
To the dead ground
This rain reminds me that through all of the pain regrets and mistakes
You can still be washed anew
Just watch the rain to wash it all away
 Forget about yesterday and let the new and beautiful begin
Open your heart to what you never expected 
Maybe something magnificent will happen
You'll never know until you try
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I know that I am still here
But at the moment just hidden away 
in this shell of a person I have become
But like those clouds 
This shell will soon be gone
And the sun inside will burst out with
Shinning and beautiful light
Just like the one that sits inside my heart
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
Time will bring this friendship to a close
But only for a short while
Until then I will remember the lesson
I have learned
Beauty Joy and laughter are not 
Always going to be shinning brightly
Nor will they always be loud
Sometimes they are Muted and dimmed
But it does not mean that they are gone
Now I can say those far off distan whispers
Were from my own heart
Just hidden away
Like I was that long ago day
Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come to see what 
I see
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you


Details | Lyric | |

A World of Color

Skittles come in many colors
The windows are covered with shudders
Children run to the door when they hear their mothers
One is indigent one is opulent but they’re still brothers

The rain falls on all
It does not discriminate
It does not procrastinate
Could it be a rain date?

The sun does not have an obligation to shine
On you are me
It shines when it shines
Simply because it is free

Yes this may sound good in theory and rhyme
But a skittles world 
Could be yours and mine


Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Skies - And how my poems sometimes evolve

I contemplate the deep blue sky
While lying in the sun baked grass
And wonder what it is about the summer
That makes me such a lazy ...

Let's start over ...

While lying here in the sun baked grass
I contemplate the deep blue sky
And wonder what it is about the summer
That makes me such a lazy guy

Better!

Where once were clouds in skies of gray
With rain and snow falling out of it
Bringing on fits of depression
And really making me feel like ...

Umm, scratch that...

Where once rain and snow did fall
From clouds in skies of gray
Bringing on fits of depression
And completely ruining my day

Okay, that will work.

Now resides the deepest blue
A gift to bring me luck ...

Maybe I better stop right there!

Now resides a sign of luck
A gift of the deepest blue
Made even better today
Cause I lay here next to you


For Francine's "Blue on Blue on Blue" Contest
Blue Skies
Written and posted on 6-28-2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain And Sun

 The rain fell down hard yesterday. 
 Did Your anger provoke that display? 
 Did I do something so terrible? 
 The weight of sin is much less bearable. 
 Does the pounding, relentless rain 
 fall upon the righteous the same? 
   
 The sun shines today so freely. 
 Are You quite pleased with me? 
 Or are these the same rays that touch the evil? 
 Is Your grace so great to conquer the devil? 
 You woo sinners with gifts small and great. 
 You love us to death, crucifying hate. 
   
 Rain or sun? 
 What have we done? 
 Not of our merit, 
 but by Your Son. 
   
 Rain and sun are both gifts. 
 It's just a matter of perception shifts. 
 Both are needed to survive. 
 Lo, and behold, when both collide! 
 Put them together, witness a promise. 
 The sun through the rain isn't hard to miss. 
 Look at the sky. Smile as it hits. 
 With childlike innocence, a rainbow sits!


 by Juliet Ligon
 Motif: spiritual


Details | Haiku | |

haiku -

 

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sizzling is the heat
blistering and sweltering  . . .  
                                           
                                               
                                                   
                                                   cold cascading rain







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July 16, 2013

Haiku


Written for the contest, Any Haiku Will Do


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain Has Passed

~*~ ~~**~~ rain has passed the rainbow shows as a promise of the past the sun rises above invisible clouds not a single shadow cast and nature glows colors brightly massed ~~**~~ ~*~


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mythology Mixup

I’m in need of a pot of gold so a rainbow I must find.
First a rain dance I must perform, I hope that you don’t mind.
It must be danced at the dawn of day, or as the sun does set,
Because when the sun lies low in sky the rainbows shine the best.

Now pots of gold are an Irish lore and I am not of that clan,
And rain dances are performed by the natives of our land.
I hope that mixing cultural norms does no real harm to me,
But I come from a boring lot with no fantastic mythology.

So I danced around chanting words I made up while I hop.
I did it on a cloudy day the weather man said the drought would stop.
I wore a green hat and leather spats and four leaf clovers in my hair,
I was amazed when through the haze a rainbow did appear.

I followed the rainbow with high hopes, praying I chose the right end.
I’m willing to share the gold with you and the rest of my friends,
But when the end I finally reached there was no pot of gold there,
Just unicorns, magical horns, and Medusa with snakes for her hair.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 9 - iguana on the treetops, mister spider, 6 am and falling rain

perched on the treetops iguana closes its eyes soaking in the sunshine the new doorkeeper of this deserted house - one mister spider 6 am and falling rain bed! how cosy you feel this morning


Details | Free verse | |

Change

Everything in life is in a constant state of change A mountain may appear fixed for it is unlikely to change noticeably in our lifetime Yet from the perspective of infinite time that mountain is just as transient as the morning mist Even as one looks at the mountain it is changing The sun, wind, rain, snow and other forces of Nature are continually changing that mountain It may take millions perhaps billions of years for a noticeable change but Nature has infinite time for the change


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I wonder why

Silent as a windows pane that upon
I perch my head.
As the rain pounds against the
Transparent wall, I cannot find
Any rest or peace. I wonder why
Oh dear Lord it continuously rains
Over me.
The sun always shines on some one
Else door step, Self-Woe only
Barricades my only exit/
I sit in my corner chained back
Wondering why no one will free
Me of this great big lie.
There’s a invisible thread that
Awaits me every morning I take
My first step. Like a wild animal
I fight what I cannot see yet its there
Keeping me from being free.
I wonder if I really tried to do better
This time in less you agree I am just
A loser someone who is just making it
Through life under others expense.
I took a chance went outside saw that
The rain wasn’t there, the sun in
Shining finally over my effort to be
Strong at no one else expense.


Details | Haiku | |

The Wind

She rested last night
Now pushing out the wet gloom
Sunny rays appear


Details | Haiku | |

Weekend of Sunshine

Weekend of Sunshine
Flood waters now receded
Still need welly boots


Details | I do not know? | |

RAIN

The rain makes me insane 
when it hits my window pain
my face makes a frown
when the sun comes around
my brothers aren't here
"where are you"? i can not see.
i thought that my race was free to believe
why aren't we free
why aren't you here
why do i frown when the sun comes around

as the rain starts to stop 
my pain starts to drop
my frown starts to smile 
then my sun come around
our pain is over 
now were free!!!
my race can see new times and believe.....


Details | Free verse | |

My Love For You

My love for you is like cool slow rain from an April sky with gentle droplets whispering of love as they kiss your face My love for you is like gentle sea breezes on a hot summer's noon bringing healing's touch from some far away land to soothe the weary soul My love for you is like the dawning sun chasing away the darkness with golden sunbeams that radiate with hope of a better day My love for you is like all these things and more for even if the rain ceases to fall and the breeze forgets to blow and the sun shines no more my love for you will always be there


Details | Rhyme | |

Life

I was the sunshine that cradled your day 
that tried to push the clouds away 
I was the sand that ran between your toes 
when you were four years old 
that soon became the rain you danced in 
from seven to eleven 
And I watched you grow in the glow 
of a moon that beamed 
when you turned thirteen 
How unfair you thought I'd become 
when you turned twenty-one 
because you lost a few dreams 
But I stayed awake when you were out late 
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight 
And when you found your love 
"the one" 
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun 
Then you turned thirty-one 
I became cloud, thunder and shower 
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour 
You forgot how to dance in the rain 
'till you turned forty all you did was complain 
Then you took off your shoes 
and went back to the sand 
I was now the warmth of your child's hand 
At forty-three 
you spent more time with me 
You began 
to understand 
And when you stood fifty years old 
you stayed warm to me even though 
at times I was cold 
How close we grew 
when you turned sixty-two 
The breeze was I 
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky 
And I'm sorry I made you sad 
when I took "the one" away 
But I was proud 
when you pushed aside that cloud 
and cradled 'me' in the sun 
for the remainder of our day


Details | I do not know? | |

Natures Dream

        I walk through the field of green 
  	My feet are bare and the grass squishes underneath me 
	The rain is falling like little pebbles soaking me in beauty 
 	I breathe in deep letting its sweet scent fill my nose 
	Suddenly my feet are moving in a circle 
	I am dancing, dancing with love and hope 
	Love for the rain and its beauty 
	Hoping this moment will last a lifetime 

	 My summer dress flowing in the wind 
	Until it’s sprinkled with tears from heaven 
	I can’t imagine anything greater than this
	I have fallen in love with this day 
	This moment means only the world to me
	The burning yellow sun peaks out of the clouds
	Shinning down on me with its warmth  
	The drops ping against my face leaving a stream 
	 
	I am still dancing in a circle now waving my arms in the air
	The song of nature sings to me in the wind 
	It sounds like a dozen wooden flutes  
	The tune is sweet so sweet I get swept away in it
	The grass is so green like emeralds from God 
	I fall from dancing and roll down the grass 
	The whole time I am laughing and it sounds as if the butterflies are too 
	My pretty white dress is now green 
	 
	Butterflies dozens of them are flying around me 
	They surround me in their array of magical colors 
	They start to hum to the song of nature sung by the wind 
	It seems as if this tune is from heaven 
	I start to hum along to this wonderful tune it seems so familiar 
	I close my eyes and start to dance all over 
	Letting nature take me away 
	Birds come and tweet along to the song 
	I don’t think I just do, I go along with the song

	Finally the sun peaks all the way out 
	I can see it warming up the earth with its warm rays 
	The rain is still coming down just sprinkling over 
	I can see ahead a field of daises beautiful white daises 
	I run as fast as I can to the daises the butterflies and birds follow 
	They are soft like silk, their smell fills my nose 
	I close my eyes and run through the endless field of daises 
	I lay down and watch the fluffy white clouds pass overhead 
	The sun shinning as bright as ever over the clouds and sky

	
         The sky is baby blue with a little purple 
         I have never seen a sky so wondrous 
         It looks so full of possibilities and magic
         As I lay there I hear the daises moving in the wind 
         To the song of nature once again 
         This I know is beauty at its best 
         I fall asleep to the tune and awake in clouds 
         I am home

	
	
	
	
	
	 
	
	
	
	 


Details | Haiku | |

Partly clouded

too much rain pours down
coming out of endless clouds
spreading out widely 

between darkest skies
sunlight seeks smallest holes
shining rays of light 

in this rainy world
the huge outburst of colors 
dazzles me totally

© Ellie Daphne


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 2

soft clouds rolling by 
back lit by blazing gold sun
gentle rain drops fall

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

eagle soars and dives 
now  just a speck in the sky
tumbling falling down


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Sun Has a Headache

Resplendent daylight's illustrious star, 
    So proud to promenade,
Decided she is sleeping in 
    And deftly drew the shade,
Complaining she can't stand the light . . . 
    She has a migraine.
Our atmosphere's all grizzled grays, 
    Disconsolate with rain.

Wet volleys in profusion,
    A deluge when we step out
For the clouds absent "her highness"
    Are having quite a pout!
So downpours have your heyday;
    Bluster loudly stormy winds -
All day brolly and brogans
    Must remain our closest friends.

June 9, 2014


Details | Didactic | |

Our Journey

In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold
Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty.
Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers
Forever home though you know not, in all its bogus truth.

Sine qua non until by storm one’s armor will be melted
A bullion sham of hope and loss that weeps through losing eyes.
Open doors and draining light—then death!—but life as well—
Rebuild with oozing bricks will you, or venture, start anew.

The sun will set, the moon will rise, by pale light you must march
Trekking through the vast unknown, too cold, lost, unaided
Stumbling over roots and stones, desperate, but for what? For what?
As endless space goes stretching on, and you, along with it.

By night rain falls and dark turns black and hunters feed on light
By day you skip and smile through a sea of watching eyes.
Drink your fill from dried up ponds that give you no reflection
Find your way by shards of stars that grant no light, you think.

Labored steps, a fall—no rise; on tip-toes you must bound
As string unravels endlessly and lives go flying by.
Groping through the boundless night for what you can’t obtain
Dragged across a rough terrain, keen prisoner of faith.

But the human eye will change, and adapt to the dark
So the rain need fall no more and rise the sun need not.
Yet you still fight, endure the pain for what you call your good
Filing through with head held high, gold glowing at your feet. 

But after war the proudest soldiers turn to rubble dust
And under whited sheets you lie, bile victim of the grippe.
But by the sheets by death you live to see another light
And rest on haunches weary feet to look up at the skies:

I think I saw my revelation dancing in the stars.


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 | Haiku | |

welcome dear sunshine haiku

welcome dear sunshine
thank you for the break from rain
for soon rain defies....


Details | Prose | |

Somebody Needs Some Sunshine

Somebody Needs Some Sunshine


			It’s raining again,
			the bad luck kind
			the rain that brings problems
			problems with no end
			the person being rained on
			doesn’t deserve the downpour,
			he deserves sunshine
			sunshine to bring him luck
			sunshine to make him smile,
			Please God, tell the rain to stop for awhile

			It’s raining again,
			the hard luck kind
			the rain that brings bad news
			bad news with no end
			the person being rained on
			doesn’t deserve the thunderstorm,
			she deserves sunshine,
			sunshine to bring her luck
			sunshine to make her smile
			Please God tell the rain to stop for awhile


			It’s raining again,
			devastating, disappointing kind of rain,
			the rain that brings sadness
			sadness with no end
			the person being rained on
			doesn’t deserve this hurricane
			he deserves sunshine to bring him luck
			sunshine to make him smile,
			Please God, tell the rain to stop for awhile


			Someone told me a saying that is true,
			“It always rains on the person who most needs 
			the sunshine”
			how true this saying is,
			too much rain all the time
			got to have sunshine more of the time
			sunshine to bring us luck
			sunshine to make us smile,
			Please God, tell the rain to stop for awhile.


			Celine Rose Mariotti

			


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer rain

Summer rain


S ummer rain is beautiful
U nending sun’s, no good at all
M ind gets stale, when it’s too dry
M e, I Iove the rain, do I
E ndless heat is terrible
R ain makes life more beautiful

R ain comes down, and makes folk happy
A ustralians they get quite snappy
I n our summers harsh and hot 
N o rainfall, well most like this, not.

28 June 2014 @ 1140hrs.

Written for Francine Roberts 'Summer acrostic'


Details | Haiku | |

Pearls for free

raindrops on cotton
water dances on the roof
heatwave's wet time out 
 
dry grass arises
little streams finds their own way
even colors green
 
clattering water
as far as my eyes can see 
through  massive curtains
 
illuminated
by the bright warm summer sun
wet pearls high and low

© Ellie Daphne


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

Standing here by the door 
While I watch the rain just poor 
It is splashing on the ground as the rain
Drops come down even more
I decide to walk around in the rain 
Hoping to see a rainbow
Even if I don’t I know it won’t be long
Untill the sun will comes out 
And drys this all up
And I will sit out side
Watching the clouds roll by
And as the sun set changes colors
Knowing soon it will go and hide
And when morning arrives 
I will watch the morning sun come out to play
As it gets ready to heat up this beautiful summer day
And I will sit out side latter on that night
Watching the clouds roll by
And as the sun set changes colors


Details | Lyric | |

Eight Foot Ocean

Written January 30, 2013


A lame duck calls and asks me for the key
To The Barn on Sycamore
A dog drenched down for everyone to see

Walk a line cut thin by your disease
Frayed then dyed and petrified
A moral conscience longing to believe

The flood gates poured before you learned to breath
Fighting up and falling down
Swim around in circles till you're freed

When smooth libations yield vibrating needs
Sunlight wakes us from our sleep
To get all our affairs in order, so we can repeat


Details | I do not know? | |

The Growth Of A Wildflower (Composed by Evin Brown For Me)

All through the young years of one Wildflowers life, she had been introduced to all the 
darkest colors. Even when the wind picked her up and carried her away the shady colors 
followed. And then, rain. And the rain did not stop as it danced against her colorful and 
majestic petals.
The Wildflower was sad, and her condition was deepening. Instead of the dark colors 
leaving, they would fade. Showing what the Wildflower could attain, teasing her as she felt 
helpless while the shade played it's games. The Wildflower began to wilt.
But the Wildflower is strong and little did she know, all her life the sun was coming to stop 
the rain and bring the brighter colors. All the things she dreamt of were on there way.
The Wildflower never lost hope, and when the sun arrived, she perked up and stared in to 
his face to take in all his warmth and comfort. She stood in an amazing array of beauty and 
fantasia of colors. Nothing you could ever see is as beautiful or ever will be. This is truely 
spectacular.

No struggle can change the fantasia that is named Taylor Jenkins.


Details | Ballad | |

year of remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.


Details | Personification | |

Rumble in the Clouds

The wind roared to the sun
The sun boasted about onto the flowers
The flowers dodged the bees
The grass said "Ouch!" every time my feet trampled upon it
Wind told me it was feeling under the weather
While the rain got offended and came down on it hard
Bullied it back beyond the clouds
The clouds stood as one 
And filtered the whole sky
Marching coast to coast
Waving a plain white flag
Beckoning the bashful sun to show again
The sunshine has gained a courage
And told the rain to get lost
The rain cried gently as its last stand
Flew far west where he might be more appreciated
The flowers waved goodbye for their petals were soaked
The bees came back to suckle more
But the wind stomped in hard and blew them away
The sun finished having his garden party
But grew tired and lowered himself down for the night
Moon walked galantly past
Ushered by his obnoxious stars
They twinkled and sparkled conceitedly
While the Night let open how his day had gone

 


Details | Light Poetry | |

It is

 It is the beauty of the ocean, the comfort of a rain forest
 the freedom of the road, the height of a mountain
 the warmth of the dessert, 
 it is nature
 a storm fierce & strong a bolt of lightning, a crack of thunder
 hard rain falling, a rainbow of colors, a sun shinning, a sun setting
 the full moon beaming, bright stars glowing
 it is nature
 it is human error that we take it all for granted
 it is what makes us feel whole & complete
 but it is us humans who choose to neglect
 & ignore true peace...


Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | Couplet | |

CHERRY GIRL

CHERRY    GIRL

She stood in the rain there
Keeping  dry  her black hair 
And red lips , full and round
On a windy corner of town.

The rain beaded her plastic sheet
Protecting  the cherries from the street.
Fruit filled with sun from less rainy days.
With memories of the sun’s warm ways - 

They told a tale of southern climes
And milder  winters, warmer times.
Black cherries, red cherries, 
Glorious, luscious, shining berries.

She dug her hands into  a pile
Of a luscious far-south cherry,
Ripe and red  -  all the while 
Testing the full-round berry,
Feeling  for  soft form
With probing fingers firm,

Scooping up a large handful,
Feeling its weight with her pull,
And pushing it slowly
And so carefully
Into a thin containing bag,
So that it fitted snug.

Black cherries, ripe but fresh,
With thick juice to spill.
Red ones with strong tang of south
Sun in their soft flesh,
Keeping their liquid, until
It near melted in the mouth.

The fruits of southern ground  
Red and black and  softly round	
Memories  of warming sun around
The cherry  girl in the rainy  town.


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Pretty Polly Petree

Pretty Polly Petree sit on her little window seal
hoping the day would be full of fun and thrills.

It was raining and the clouds left no sun shinning 
but pretty Polly Petree believed in silver linings.

So off to her room she left running, in hopes to find
some paint to make a Sun so bright and shinning.

Polly Petree painted a lovely view of the sun and flowers
to chase away all the clouds and the thunder showers.

She took and hung it in the window facing the sky and
away went the clouds and the sun waved Hi. 

Butterflies and Blue Birds sat on the window's edge and
said Thank you Polly for the dryness upon our head.

You are welcome, said Polly and I hope your day is fun 
and Oh so jolly.


Details | Rhyme | |

NORWESTER I seasonal vicious squall

It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet No birds chirped nor eagle soared As I waited in the heat for a bus to board The roads were empty and the journey was fast With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past Vying for passengers though only a few were about The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt! The sky had darkened when I got off the bus The wind was cooling and blew in gusts Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying I had a mile to cover – home was thus far A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car At the end of the road, I turned right A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes


Details | I do not know? | |

A moody sky and sunshine grace

A moody sky above


is someone in a huff?


Now a smiling spell of


sunshine puts warmth


upon our face. We are


blessed with Gods good


grace. It's only a few


moments, before the rain


once more shall  saturate.


As we gaze above fresh


water sprays our face. It's


actually refreshing, truly


          amazing.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sunday Thoughts

We can either be miserable 
Or we can be positive.

When we are miserable 
The forecast is always cloudy.

When we are positive,
The sun is always on the way.


I've heard this several times in different ways,
That's why I'm not putting my name on it.


Details | Narrative | |

IT IS A GOOD DAY MY FRIEND


                                         IT IS A GOOD DAY MY FRIEND

No more regrets for time gone by,
You do what you can,
And then with a sigh,
You let it go.
What might have been
Could I begin again,
Should have
Would have
Could have
Is not a good place to dwell,
A cold dark miserable prison cell.
If only I'd done this
Instead of that,
Will drag you into the fires of hell.

All around miracles abound
In a universe without end.
The rain comes down,
The sun comes out,
It is a good day my friend.

No more fear for time to come,
From what tomorrow holds
I simply cannot run.
It's truly so.
No sense to fret
Over what's not yet.
Should be
Could be
Would be
How can I embrace today
Worrying about what's on its way?
What if this
Or what if that
Turn's life's colors into a dull gray.

All around miracles abound
In a universe without end.
The rain comes down,
The sun comes out,
It is a good day my friend.


Wounded Healer
Submitted 8/23/09
Written 10/11/08


Details | Rhyme | |

Cerebral Puddle

Thoughts swell in my mind like a puddle on a rainy day 
as droplets of ripples expanding the puddle's display. 
 
Clouds in the sky clapping away the applause can be heard for miles. 
The light of the sky grasping the land like a parents hand to a child's. 
 
Then in an instant the shadow consumes the light shadowing both far and near, 
so brilliant in an instant as seen in lighting before it disappears.
 
The puddle remains growing from the raindrops still falling through out the night 
like the brain performing cerebral function to manifest thoughts to sight. 
 
 
Thoughts to the mind like raindrops to a puddle distorts reflections meant to be seen 
as the brilliance of the night, the puddles remembers as inspiration for the mind to 
dream.
 
The claps of thunder has ceased, the rain does not stop but lessens 
as the sun creeps to the horizon the dawn the puddle beckons. 
 
The rain has halted as morning inches closer the aroma of dew is pungent in the air 
the puddle remains still unshaken in the dawn glowing from the sun's glare. 
 
 
As a bride on her wedding day awaiting the moment she stands before her groom 
the puddle has waited throughout the rainy night admiring the sun from the moon. 
 
Like a princess to a mask her glance reveals the fairest complexion 
as the sun smiles down upon the land through the puddle of his own reflection.


Details | Free verse | |

A love song, at last

Rain, 
in the inner forests
of your eyes

The heart of flowers
in your smile

The misty watchtower
is your lips

The sigh of surge 
in your fingertips

The rain flowing endlessly
over my head

My eyesight is hidden 
by the oozing of the rust
recollections and 
nightmares

I run to the day
but the rain never stops 
on my accursed soul

You close your eyes
as if the winter 
closes its cold text

The rhymes of babies 
toddles on the yard

You are the spider web
of sun rays
i am the broken pieces 
of sun stone of the atlas

I am walking
through the life
baring the cursed downpour 
over my wild brain
endlessly, eternally

When you look me 
with passion
The wind unties its knot
when you hum the lines 
of a love song
the sea suddenly startles
from the sleep
the wind starts its journey

Now the rain stops 








Details | I do not know? | |

Who am i to ask Destiny....

When rain spells knock on my door
i ask myself ---   "WHY ME"?
When sun spells pass without 
knocking  on my door
i ask myself --- "WHY NOT ME"?

When rain spells knock on my door
i ask myself ---  "WHY NOT ME"?
When sun spells come 
knocking on my door
i ask myself --      "WHY ME"?

          " Why Me?"
Have you ever asked this question?
Have you ever answered it ?
        " Why Not ME?"



                                                                        Charma


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer Rain



Summer rage, Sun at its zenith,
Umbrellas galore in vivid colours,
My skin gets tanned and parched,
Munificent , passion steams up in abeyance,
Enchanting showers we yearn for,
Respite from enigmatic heat is still far off !

Rain, Summer rain take us by surprise,
All of us writhe as intense heat waves rise,
In your embrace , fury is certain to tranquilise ,
Neglect scorches the most, cravings vaporise !



Written on 18/6/14
Contest- Summer Acrostic
Sponsor- Francine Roberts


Details | Haiku | |

Haru maiougi

as golden palm leafs
fan flickering clouds draw up
the rainy river
* - sunrays through the clouds


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain

Rain rain go away come back another day
Was a song that was trapped in our brain and we always say
But did we really want the rain to go away
Just because we liked the sun we would betray
Some can jump up and shout hooray
But we are selfish and we had our own act of foul play

Rain was the one element that washed the world clean
No matter if you were thirteen or nineteen
Or even somewhere in between
We all had are troubles but when the rain came we were whipped clean
No matter how dirty we may have been the rain cleaned our screen

Thy sun was thy enemy as it kept the pain and anguish there
But thy rain hid thy tears in which we could not bare
Kissing in the rain is something that nothing can compare
Rain rain go away is something we declare
But little did we know the rain was the handyman and would always repair
No matter if you sitting in your rocking chair
Or hugging your favorite teddy bear
The rain always played some part in your love affair

Natural disasters can come at any time 
A hurricane to twist your emotions then drown you whole
A tornado so send you on a spiral in which you could never imagine
A flood in which you become to overwhelmed but everything around you
An earthquake to shake your feelings up about the one you so call love
Lightning to strike your relationship and make it come to an end

Yet we sing rain rain go away come back another day
Rain is a calming and peaceful sound that lives on in our ear
We should open our minds until they are clear
We ask the love in our life to go away 
And we want the pain to stay
It’s funny how we stand in front of someone and display
The pain we have and still don’t want the clouds to turn grey

We are addicted to pain like cocaine
And it’s something me must pull ourselves from and restrain
Because if we don’t break this chain
We will all wind up going insane
So yall can choose to have the natural disasters and think you will be put at some gain
But I will always choose the rain

Rain rain stay awhile for thou not know what you bring

© Jeremy Fennell


Details | Rhyme | |

Through The Seasons

God brought us together                            
Don’t you know it’s true?                                            
So love me every day    
Promise that you do
 
Love me through the sun                            
Love me through the rain                            
Love me all you can                                                        
And I will do the same
 
Love me through the Fall
Orange and red in the trees
Just like a light jacket
Let your love rain over me
 
Love me through the Winter
When snow is everywhere
Cuddle me and show me
That your love will never fail
 
Love me through the Spring
Yellow flowers in my hair
The sun helping growth
Like the love that we both share
 
 
Love me through the Summer                  
On those hot and humid days
Watching the sun set
With a loving sort of gaze
 
Love me all year long
Through the bad and through the good
We’ll start all over next year
Just like a great love should


Details | Rhyme | |

Holiday

I was thinking about a holiday, wondering what to pack
Then it suddenly dawned on me to take a different tack
For going abroad it seemed the packing was a breeze
Yet if I holidayed in England in the case it would be a squeeze

For as an Englishman going a broad I knew that I would need
The minimum amount of clothes as the sun is guaranteed
Yet to holiday in England the first thing I have to pack
Is a very thick pullover and then a perhaps a mac

To go abroad some sun screen and trunks in which to swim
A towel to dry off with  and something for a hangover grim
In England an umbrella and perhaps a good rain hat
For the one thing you can be sure of is the rain and that is that

So that is why I like to book a holiday abroad each year
Just so I can have some sun and lots of cooling beer
For a holiday in England I will have a heavy load
While ducking in to coffee shops down each and every road

When I come home from my holiday abroad 
I will have a lovely tan and swan round like a lord
Yet when I holiday in England of one thing you can be sure
I will only be at the doctors looking for a common cold cure


Details | Ballad | |

year of remembrance

21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.


Details | Verse | |

ROSES IN SPRING

In the springtime the beauty of roses come to life
True of beauteous blue days , and the sun rays do shine
The rays nourishing the soil blooms the beautiful bud 
The dark clouds of a blue day then must it rain 
Also nourishing then the beautiful rose blooms
Beauteous be thee rose that in our soul
Sprouts feelings of love making us completely whole
The long stem in red purest too of white
And dozens of roses from our true love
Are a gift from the mysterious skies up above
And with our eyes , we see this tremendous sight
And the imagery be born by the ultimate sunlight
"How do I love thee, let me count the way"?
Give me a rose! that blooms as to say
I love thee like the flower that warms my heart
A new day with a symbol and a brand new start
My love to giveth this wonderful flower
Then promotes that of also the flower of power
The power of love everlasting too then my dear
Brings glory and sunshine each coming new year
And as I see the pouring rain in the paths of my life
I see beauty of the garden each step that I take
Each day! the progress of the buds in bloom
Marks my soul! With each breath that I take
And the  baby's breath as I breathe I do see
The bundle of love prominently surrounding me
Thus then love - that it symbolizes in my heart
Bring us significance of beauty - not tearing us apart
Thus again give me a rose ! With love I do declare
To say the words I love you! and remind me you care
And on the bluest of days when dark clouds are in the air
I have the sun to look forward to for the bundle of love
Buds blooming in abundance - I see such beauty
And in my heart - I dance - loving you truly.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Spring in the Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closes my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise was from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath an oak tree listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain wets meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It travels underground meeting the other raindrops to flow as spring water.

Clear springs are feeding the runners, swelling brooks making its way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glade flowers and trees, far away faint rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflects from the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree, glistened.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The sound of water is heard 
The rain falling onto the ground 
Like a giant waterfall 
Where the source comes from nature itself 

The sun hides behind the clouds 
Which have darkened 
Lightning and thunder 
We see and we hear 
The signs of a heavy rain 

I now hear splashing sounds 
I see tiny fountains as water droplets hit the ground 
Muddy puddles form in grassy patches 
Traffic comes to what seems like a standstill 

After the sky has shed all his tears 
Joy and love radiates from the sun 
A new weather, a new cycle 
Water has begun yet another circulation through nature 
As if starting afresh  

Without rain 
we would run out of water supplies 
Crops would not grow 
Famine and drought 
And poverty 
Rain...

Humanity is no longer troubles or worried of any wrongdoing 
All washed away 
Humanity is cleansed by nature's purifying waterfall 
Dried by the sun's warmth and glory 
We are ready to move on. 

Rain is a blessing.


Details | I do not know? | |

After the Rain

After the rain goes away,
All bad things have been washed away.
My tears fell with the fallen rain drops
And they will wash away down stream with all the tears
From the sky.
When the rain dries up and
All  my pain has withered away with it, 
The flowers bloom again and the sun comes back out 
And all the joy I have lost has come back into my heart. 
After the sun comes out and  suns rays are shining,
I feel so lifted and happy once again.
Like all my burdens are gone and I have been set free.
After the rain clouds come,
I feel sadness in my heart again and the pain comes back 
Just as before and I feel my eyes start to tear up and water.
After the rain falls,
This cycle will start all over again.
It is never ending and it's the story of my life--
It's how it will always be--
After the rain. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Through The Seasons

God brought us together                            
Don’t you know it’s true?                                            
So love me every day    
Promise that you do
 
Love me through the sun                            
Love me through the rain                            
Love me all you can                                                        
And I will do the same
 
Love me through the Fall
Orange and yellow in the trees
Like a light jacket
Let your love rain over me
 
Love me through the Winter
When snow is everywhere
Cuddle me and show me
That your love will never fail
 
Love me through the Spring
Yellow flowers in my hair
The sun helping growth
Like the love that we share
 
 
Love me through the Summer                  
On those hot and humid days
Watching the sun set
With a loving sort of gaze
 
Love me all year long
Through the bad and through the good
We’ll start over next year
Just like a great love should


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom

This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? 
The rain has united with the sun and  when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth.  
The sun will cast  colors as the rain falls.  
The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. 
Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, 
as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. 
This is your time to shine.  
The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. 
This is your time, to stand and be free. 
The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. 
The smell so free and sweet. 
Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze.
This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. 
This is your time, to dance.
The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, 
Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new.  
The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here.
You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye.
This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness.
Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely.
This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator.
He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile.
This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become.
Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind 
Blow  through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure.
  SarahL. Bowman


Details | Free verse | |

I feel you every minute of every day

The sun brings the warmth of your heart
That shines in your radiant smile
Like a summer’s day
And sparkles in your beautiful eyes
Like the brightest stars
In the russet tones
Of a twilight sky
As the copper sun hangs over the horizon
Of a calm tropical sea

The wind brings the sweet music of your voice
And the symphonic melody of your laugh
Caressing my ears
Enveloping me in layers of sound
Like a choir of angels in a dream
A serenade in Venice
A film score in a love scene
The poetic words of everything you say
Touching my heart and soul

The rain brings the delicate scent of your skin
Washing me in the cool fragrance
Of your delicate hair
Showering me in the musky perfume
Of your embraces
Drenching me in the heady redolence
Of your passion
Surrounding me with the fragrance
Of jasmine, roses and sandalwood

The life sustaining air itself brings the essence of you
Making me tingle and vibrate
With your electricity
I feel you every minute of every day
As the sun, the wind, and the rain suffuse me
Warming my mind with the presence of you
Imbuing my body with the pleasure of you
Saturating my soul with the beauty of you
Filling my heart with the love of you


Details | Rhyme | |

The Shower

I sit inside
Watching the rain,
Tracing it's path
Down the window pane.

I gaze at the people
Rushing past,
Praying the shower
Will not last.

Coats are buttoned,
Umbrellas brought out.
It's a downpour 
There's no doubt.

Snug inside
I sip my tea,
Getting wet
Is not for me.

People dash for cover
As the rain pelts down,
Making the puddles
A murky brown.

The streets are empty,
As the rain reaches it's worst.
It's a good job
I found shelter first.

Slowly the puddles 
Stop growing in size,
The sun and the rain
Reach a compromise.

As the rain drizzles down
And the sun reappears,
I see the most beautiful
rainbow I've seen in years.

People emerge
From under trees,
All that's left
Is a refreshing breeze.

Although it's dry
I want to stay another hour,
I'll watch and watch
For the next winter shower.


Details | Free verse | |

Reasons

The wind comes
To blow

Troubles
Away

The sun
Shines

To melt 
Away
Dismay

The rain cleans
The
Heart

And mornings

Were created
For new 
Starts


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee A DAY OF DETRIMENTAL MENTALITY

                          A DAY OF DETRIMENTAL MENTALITY

That was a day I’d rather forget
A day worse than any can get
It wasn’t a day of torrential rain
It was, however, a day of undeniable pain

It started with the sun shining bright
And nothing to hint at a horrible night
But then the world may as well have imploded
When secrets were suddenly decoded

Then the sun faded and the rain began
It came to soak a sodden man
But it didn’t matter because the day couldn’t get worse
For a sodden soldier born with a curse

In retrospect the rain really didn’t matter
Although it did make quite a clatter
The matter was a man’s broken heart
On a day I wish had never come to a start

So then the sunshine ended but not so the rain
And certainly everlasting was the pain
I lost a woman who made my life complete
On a day of sorrow with which I could not compete
      © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~



Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Spring in a Glade

In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding,
In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair,
In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet,
A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze closed my tired eyes.

The grass in the glade is sweet and long, softer better than any noble bed,
And the sweetness of the grass and the warm sun made me dream many dreams,
Then suddenly awakened by the low roar from from a waterfall from far away,
I realized it was raining and the noise is from a thousand drops on leaves.

Now standing under a tree the rain is soft and gentle, gracious and warm,
New life came into me as I stand beneath the oak listening to gentle winds,
The steady rain will wet meadows and mead's, down through cracks in the peat,
It will travel underground meeting other raindrops and flow as spring water.

Clear springs feeding the runners, swelling brooks make their way to rivers,
There are silver drops on the glades flowers and trees and far away is a rainbow,
The sun returns, the bright beams reflect off the wet grass as little prisms,
And a bine of crow's-foot entangled in the branch of an elder tree glistens. 


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breath by breath

from the early morning dew which dances amidst the
changing overwhelming heat & humidity comes the
premonition of the 
storm & with it
breath by breath
we move closer to the cool reward, that swift & sweet
break of the weather
directly there afterward---
when the rain comes & the earth drinks
after so long starving dry
there are those that complain the rain depresses them
whereas only a moment ago they were grumbling on about
the sweltering sun beating down upon them & 
almost as certain as the rain will stop & the sun will set,
the griping will begin when that rain turns to
snow &
the wishing aloud that the heat was still around with its 
accompanying sunlight 
begins
until of course the spring shows its face
provoking all the hormones to run wild
each breath then will be spent in sexual pursuit
to fill cravings held quietly all winter long
or for the more aesthetically hungry
the need to plant & the need to nurse one’s garden
or simply spend more time outside again
appreciating all the nooks & crannies of the 
picturesque realm in which we still 
exist
hoping as the next season arrives some may cease
their whining, whimpering, moaning & groaning
concerning any prospective weather patterns & 
instead,
value each in its necessity.  


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Torrential Rain


Torrential rain tap danced upon the rustic tin roof of an old clapboard house, positioned down a winding country road. Rat-a-tat-tat went the translucent troupe, atop the roof, lulling the home’s inhabitants into a peaceful sleep. 

As nightfall prepared to exit, for its time had passed, daylight crept in with a sheet of haze and pushed rain and nightfall away. The old man on the moon begrudgingly gave way to a resplendent sun. 

Radiant sun filtered through the clouds, signaling the end of a turbulent rain. It crept inside windows covered with dander and dust and filled dark rooms with its illuminating light. The house, dead to slumber, became alive. 


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An Autumn Scene

The autumn sun shines through the near naked trees exposing recent abandoned thrush nests
those months before were hidden from Mans eyes. The lingering colored, crisp, dying leaves
precariously cling until late November winds and rain end their brief lives leaving only
their scented remains on the ground.


A scorpion sun shines through near naked
Trees exposing vacant, forsaken nests
Where blue robin eggs laid comfortable hid
From probing Mans eyes and unwelcome guests.
The lingering, colored, crisp, dying leaves
Cling to the branches precariously
Until the blustering wind starts to heave
Its gusts from the north unrelentingly. 
Apropos of rain it soon will follow
Deluging hapless, defenseless brown leafs.
The wind and the rain display a grand show
Dislodging the leaves whose lives were so brief.
After the lull of the wind and the rain
What’re left on the ground are scented remains.


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TASTING THE WARMEST RAIN

Spring, as always, has mild days of sun and clouds,
and in between, it sends down the thinniest rain seemingly blue;
I'm blessed to taste it as it runs down the mounds,
below the hazy town seems empty almost vanishing fron view.


The further I go down, the closer I see the unrhythmic streets:
people walk as ghosts wearing broody faces as they hold umbrellas made for giants;
there's the highway that'll take me home, where snow alters landscapes and sounds,
but tasting the warmest rain compliments me for the lack of cheers.


Several thirty-story skyscrapers will block the sun from shining free,
this southern town, hidden among mountains, has known poverty;
the unemployed and young want jobs despite change and monotony;
they, too will taste the warmest rain and will dream of an age of prosperity. 


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if i were the rain

i sit here 
all alone in the rain
thinking....
i think about my friends
about the rain 
about you
i wish my feelings were like the rain
that when i want to cry
it would all just fall
lightly if only a little sad
hard and painful
when feeling sorrow
if i were the weather
i would be the sun when i see you
and the rain when your mad at me
a hurrican when i see you with a another
and every other day
i am a sun behind clouds 
because you never knew about me


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a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .





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the rain worshipper

“i’m only happy when it rains,”
moans shirley manson when she’s backed by
butch vig & an orchestra of overdubbed
distorted guitars enhanced by sythensizers
a la trent reznor
the genius who is credited in garbage’s first album---
one doesn’t have to be a meteorologist to
think that she & her crew may be on to 
something---
for the rain washes all the dirt away
the rain replenishes the earth so that it can sustain another day
when damaged endlessly by the 
cruel
sun
scorching its surface & all the living things upon it
(during the spring and summer months especially, when all the idiots are
running round with nothing on & with no sunscreen, etc. to fend off 
melanoma)---
the rain is what those unconventional people who 
dwell in the shadows
feast on---
and who are these people?
they are the ones that choose not to smile when
everyone else does---
they are the ones that are not easily
amused---
they/we
are the ones that run out in the rainstorm &
dance naked in the cold wetness---
whipping our hair around in a rhythmic gesture
a middle finger in the air to any kind of
“creator”
that would shine its face down upon us all and
communicate
destruction with the poker face of
peace---
give us the rain when it comes 
give us the floods
the hurricanes
the torrential downpour that accompanies it all
so that on the days that we aren’t struggling to swim
& struggling to float amidst the chaos
we understand how fortunate we are
to even be breathing---
so that our ever-complaining selves 
die with the remnants of the wash-away
& you & i can wave goodbye to the old
selves
who thrived only for sun &
smiles
not understanding that in this pubic hair of a moment in which each of us
spend 
together 
on this beautiful planet
avec all the other plants & creatures who dwell with us,
that
we must savor every second
be it in sun or rain
and let it be known that the rain does so much for us
and yet is always pelted with insults & “evil” metaphor---
rain,
my friends, 
is getting the bad rap---
and i don’t think i stand alone on the sideline campaigning---
there are thousands, albeit it
millions
marching for the rain to come
and keep our civilization 
quenched---
news flash: without good ol’ h20 we are all dead as
doornails---
so stop worshipping the sun
&
give it up for the
rain.