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* Epicurus -an ancient Greek philosopher (341–270 BC) who founded Epicureanism, a school of thought that teaches that the purpose of philosophy is to attain a tranquil life characterized by freedom from fear & the pursuit of physical pleasures like food, drink, & sex.  A school of philosophy that emphasizes the pursuit of pleasure & the avoidance of pain as the primary components of a happy life.  Kinetic pleasure & Katastematic pleasure. His ideas on pleasure as the chief good & his materialistic metaphysics have significantly influenced Western thought. Epicurus's teachings continue to be studied & discussed for their insights into ethics & the nature of happiness.

 

RAIN by The Cult

RAIN (Cover) by Esther Thérèse 

A Poem Inspired By A Song Contest-- Too Late for the contest!

Your Love Pulls Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anoucheka Gangabissoon
 2nd Place

Me In Three Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julianne Williams
11/28/25

Write a three-part poem. Part I, what you like about your life. Part II, write what you dislike or regret doing in life Part III, write what you hope awaits in your future, or what you Envision your present future to look like.

The Rain

The rainfall pulls me in
swooping over everything
every inch in every depth within
whatever it may bring
swarming sultry upon my brain
informs me it’s absolving time 
It washes Mother Earth clean again
Her lush pleasure garden sublime
I splendor in life’s grapevine, 
the olive trees,
I drink its wine
and dine with its oil
It’s with these
I am of those who’ll spoil 
wash away exterior walls!
groom your insides
rainwater rising falls
dripping down my cheeks
pounding pavement
the path a river that peaks
sweeping me in wavering repent   
swept up then for ransom held
 
                                   
Rapids reach out—it petrifies
the wilderness in my soul
begging for its alibis
—to keep me from its toll
I’m caught up in it
saturated in its wet fury
my sticky skin is lit
with colors of curry
dissolving velveteen mascara
it runs, mapping the lines on my face
like something from the common era
The Messiah, there’s not a trace
Mopping up what’s on my mind
in a world that drags me down
pouring drips of brimstone bind
leaking baths of sulfur drowns 
my enemy, the nemesis that was I 
the Universe enacting retribution 
from on high


Alas, stoned by the thousands
reborn and boughten back to life 
out from the alabaster sands
bitter salt  no longer rife
suffocating the sum of all sins
thanking the Heavenly Father
A poet begins…
…renews all with His renowned rain
prophesizes us as Epicurus rises
as does the absence of pain
a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes                              
This love gives
Its  kinetic pleasure purifies
It's katastematic satisfaction!
Its  universe verifies
Till the rain comes again
This tranquil life lives

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Duke Beaufort January 6, 2026 at 11:04 AM Anaya, a real exploration on your part in a philosophical context. Being happy and enjoying life really is the ultimate pleasure. Since things don't last, there has to be sadness when we see what we are attached to (including our own flesh) fade. How wonderful to celebrate the refreshment we can take in. Smiles!! I Am Anaya January 24, 2026 at 9:21 PM I just received 2nd placement in Anoucheka's contest, & am pleased. Ty for the kind comment. Smiling

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 2, 2025 at 1:10 PM Dear Anaya, first let me say that we both love our philosophers. Kindred Spirits! What struck me most was the way you moved between struggle and renewal, it carried a rhythm that felt both personal and universal. I could sense the weight behind it, but also the release. It’s the kind of writing that makes me stop, sit with it, and feel more connected to the human side of things. Autumn Blessings, Anaya, Daniel I Am Anaya December 6, 2025 at 12:14 PM We are! Love that. I can count on you to comprehend my mind, most of the time, anyhoow, ha! A belated Thank you, busy but never too busy to read your comments & supportive words. Glad to know that you feel & sense my inner self-resonating that part of me that is very human. Have a nice weekend!

CayCay Godwin November 30, 2025 at 5:36 PM Wow, what a feel of imagery and emotive poetry has rained like poetic sunshine on me. A unique poem, Anaya, from your unique self. I'm blowing off this contest, but I am most glad you are placing this storm in it, good luck. I Am Anaya December 6, 2025 at 12:11 PM A belated thank you, busy but never too busy to read your kind words & feel your support, CayCay! You make the cliché "in it to win it" real! I see your wins! Ty, my friend. Have a nice weekend~

Jay Narain November 30, 2025 at 11:09 AM With the Christian worldview and appreciation for gradual transformation, the poem resonates especially well: the rain as divine cleansing, the acknowledgment of inner struggle and shame, the hope for renewal ,,these echo themes of repentance, redemption, rebirth in many spiritual traditions.

Paige Hind November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM Quite interesting, Anaya. You are quite a lovely character. <3 :)

Robert Gorelick November 29, 2025 at 12:19 PM A finely worded allegorical piece concerning pleasures of the body without the addictive compulsions. The Epicurean philosophy has been misinterpreted by many, it is not based upon continually satisfying every urge and pleasure without restraint. A truly happy life constitutes everything in moderation!

Paula Goldsmith November 29, 2025 at 8:11 AM What a creative/powerful write you have here. I enjoy reading this wonderful write. I love hearing/seeing the rain. It is great how it cleans as it gives everything a drink. Have a Blessed/Fun ~ day/weekend writing away............. I Am Anaya November 29, 2025 at 8:42 AM TyVm Paula, I find the same as you, rain is a lifesource & purifying-- metaphor we use. Rainwater is not considered clean water in its purest sense, we must be good stewards to our planet, skies, oceans etc.

Yann Rolland November 28, 2025 at 10:05 PM beautiful images, rain is personalized with grace and emotions, for me rain can be purification of my soul well done poet anaya have a nice sunday I Am Anaya November 29, 2025 at 7:52 AM TyVm Yann, I find the same as you, rain is a lifesource & purifying, metaphors we use. Rainwater is not considered clean water in its purest sense, we must be good stewards to our planet, skies, oceans etc.