Rain, rain where are you going?
When I said to go away,
My childishness was showing.
Will you stay another day?
It's a silly childhood rhyme
Which does bely my heart.
To so implore you was a crime.
I truly love you - don't depart.
Pound me with thunderous lighting.
Hold me in your raging storm.
Caress me, your wet grip tightening,
With your streamline raindrop form.
Forget those unkind words I said.
I'll love you more than my own blood,
Until each drop has all been bled,
Until I drown beneath your flood.
Strolling through the Clubhouse 3 gallery,
Plenty of pretty pictures for me to see,
But one that especially caught my eye
Was a curiously attired bulldog guy.
I gazed closely into each brown soulful eye.
Is there some story that they might bely?
Was he a jester in a Pikachu hat?
Were his yellow shoes untied as he sat?
Was his costume designer a small boy?
Where’d he get his little Pokeball toy?
Why’d his artist give him a cute pink face?
If not for those two, might he self-efface?
As he sits in a foggy purple mist,
He’s as cool as anything that might exist.
Cheers to the artist and the costume boy
And to the mellow bulldog who gives me joy!
Winter Coolers
The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving Great Green Back Order,
To Cloud Computing cloudiness ( pollutants ) Maker,
Giving Originally order to Organized Oregon,
When Cloud bawls and fallen teardrop,
Telling The Kohinoor salvation,
Where on winter flour Dive from Sky,
The rind of the Seville Soar Orange tells the Winter Cooler Current.
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Far so high; among others, up the sky.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Before birth, both admire your being- afar,
Though can't actually point out you that high,
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Months in the womb, your dance to stars' guitar;
Actively signal the cool sky, goodbye.
Even your parents wonder what you are!
As you left heaven without any scar,
For earth to fulfill what your fate standby-
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star.
Earthly quests bring scars from its reservoir...
Somewhat grace, favour and prayer bely,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
Fortune to everyone, has its radar-
Fashion Designer gets yours to thy eye.
Once upon an age, you twinkle like star,
Even your parents wonder what you are!
The crick of crickets
Sounds of late summer swan songs
Lightening bugs---------lights out
Clear cloudy skies, cool front nights
Windows open, Fall sensations waking
Seasonal transitions nearby
Mother Nature announces her why
Causal changes on the way
Cryptic storms before the calm
Bely our human hearts alarm
Can we make the supreme amends
Needed to become universal friends
Keping all from needless, useless, endless harm.
Best be those who mind their tees and traps
for a green man lurks in the swamps
wanting to win over the lives of the tramps
mucking their way to rev up the amps.
Life costs plenty true and to be sure
so a pot of gold is good as green’s grass
to dampen the drizzle and tender a lure
for a game a golf will tempt any lad or lass.
But be wary for the trick is to know
On which end the rainbows pot will fall
One good trap will sink you like a blow
While fair sailing makes you feel very tall.
The truth is, oh lad and lasses, traps be quick
And traps be full, they hide and bely
Every hubris act that gabs it on thick
causes elf to ensure your success is but a lie.