Best As Right As Rain Poems
You'll find it in the crimson eyes
of a throwaway photo somehow frozen in time.
When the past painted us like demons
with secret fury.
And you'll find it in the smell of a burning memory
like melting microfilm becoming enraged
(gifted with the freedom to deny
first appearances)
You'll find it in the cedar smoke
of Tyndale's earthen cage
roasting in a bale of hay for crimes unknown.
Where the fire of his message burned mighty
through a thousand hungry hearts that day
(where ancient ink once again
took a detour into youthful veins)
You'll find it in the velvet ash
of a (just one more) cigarette
being flippantly flicked into December sky
for reasons unknown.
Where yellowed fingernails bear witness
of freedom to live and freedom to die,
leaving not an inch of space to analyze;
for the fickle flames - much like life -
waits for no one.
You'll find it in the platinum tendrils
of a Colt 45, that so quickly took a life,
in the burning heat of an eternal second.
Where curled fingers and steady stare
makes it painfully aware
freedom is a pitiful beauty, ugly as sin,
and as right as rain
(ask the victims of Hiroshima --- they'll tell the same)
You'll find it in the vermilion sky
blazing brighter than passion pure;
stopping the world gears, of rat-race routine,
and turning a thousand rusty necks Heavenward
Where minds silently unhinge (for a moment)
And fear itself begins to cringe (for a moment)
When faced with childlike wonder
blind eyes will see.
A rejuvenating spark
this freedom can be.
And you'll find it the explosion of ecstasy
like a rose blooming in tenacious time-lapse.
You'll find it in the Cherokee midnight dance,
being warmed by the tongues of freedom personified.
Where Common Sense no longer applies,
for when freedom found his heart's desire,
you know it was a compromise.
Losing his mind, and losing his life,
in the process of a martyrdom
for all things beautiful and all things temporary,
in its earthly essence
... where freedom finds the fire,
you can't tell the difference.
Written March 23rd, 2016
For the Where The Freedom Finds the Fire Contest Hosted by Justin Bordner
I saw a merman
(Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich)
I saw a merman in Andrea's den
Alive and kickin' and chewin' her pen
He seized on Andrea's heart
The young Merman was so smart
He said, 'a kiss I'll be as right as rain '
Ramblings of an Old Woman
I’ve lost my hat, its completely gone
It’s on your head, you put it on
I’ve got one glove on my right hand
T’other’s in the fridge as right as rain
It’s stifling in here and your coat is on
I’m late for work and I need to run
No work today, it’s time for rest
Since twenty years, your job has ceased
Did you put the dinner on for Bert
I’ll get the iron to straighten his shirt
He passed away, don’t you recall
Please take care not to trip and fall
You’re my lovely little girl, dear Sarah
Your daughter’s not here, I’m just your carer
You’re just like her. She’s missed so much
Try not to cry, and I’m very touched
My clothes are damp, they need to be changed
And your nightie’s on under all that garb
I’m even forgetting how to talk
As well as my ability to walk
I want to help and make life better
Your specs are in the dish for the butter
I’ll put the kettle on for a cuppa
And do something for your supper
Make sure to put water in the pot
I’ve broken so many when I’ve forgot
The smell of gas is no longer there
The controls are immobile fair and square
Your safety secure for the moment
But I won’t get better, you must know that
I remember before as clear as a bell
But life in the present is just a shell
I love to hear your tales of the past
A dialogue of stories unsurpassed
This living book for me to recall
A piece of history with which to enthrall
What is it
That I cant explain
What makes sense
When I'm insane
Flooded words in my brain
Love, hate, Words of pain
Nostradamus and Da Vinci
Said it best with
Words of poetry
I admit
Its like a hurricane
In my defense
As right as rain
How i ponder thru
A windowpane
How words of poetry
Entertain
~Leonard Napierskie
Joyful memories of days when we sang in the sun
holding hands and kissing til' the moon slow rose
oh how I miss your fancy face, your cute lil' nose
after the laughter comes the pain, alongside rain
I recall our promises tied to sturdy bits of twine
giving me the strength to see life at its best
oh how I loved you Guy but now, with deep unrest
I long for the days when you and I met summer
In your wild wild T, baby Suzy & Jimmy D
dancing to Elvis hand in hand
as we made love in the sand
after the laughter comes the pain, alongside rain
Playful as a summer day you knew I was yours
eyes of glitter, lips of hot, hair of silky black
oh my darlin' how you always had my back
I long for the days when you said I love you
First came kisses , then a love as right as rain,
then came pain like a dagger to the heart, insane !
8/8/2019
Sometimes two people just fall in love
with each other like two moths drawn
to a flame, I look into your eyes and it’s
then I know I have found my soul mate
as right as rain, holding you, holding me
you say I didn't know I was lost until
you found me, could this be what they
call destiny, I don't know but Im crazy
bout you baby, crazy, crazy for you
baby…
It's just a shame we're both married
and have to sneak around like we do
but they'll both be served their divorce
papers in a week or so and then they’ll
know bout me and you, until then I
guess we'll do what we have to do
just to see each other 'cuz we just
can’t get enough of each other not
now and no not ever baby ‘cuz we
are CRAZY, CRAZY IN LOVE with
one another, CRAZY, JUST CRAZY,
CRAZY IN LOVE now and forever
CRAZY, CRAZY IN LOVE I swear
by the moon and stars above, it’s
love, it’s love just CRAZY, CRAZY
IN LOVE...
So excited, I was to be going
to dance at Purdue U...
And on a blind date, too!
Aunt Angie mixed her magic hair
potion,
To turn me into a blond bombshell.
Well, at least...that was her notion.
Tragically for me, my tresses turned
out to be chartreuse green!
I wept till there were no tears left.
Then on to the train, to meet my
fate- date.
I saw my date when the train arrived,
And pulled slowly into the station..
His face turned pale white
You would, too, if your date looked
like a ghoul, from the Woodstock Nation.
No winner was he to me, either!
A short nerdy type complete with
those nerd-glasses,too!
I clearly saw my destiny, I foresaw he would not go to the dance with me.
As right as rain, the nerd-fool called
later, so overcome with a cold was he.
That at the dance, he could not be.
I sat forlorn with tree green hair!
Utterly forlorn and sad in Purdue's
Student Union!
A PH.D, as astronomer, who, like a
Knight in shining armor, came to my
heart-broken need!
Takes one interested in the stars and
God's firmament
To envision this lost poetic soul at sea.
The dance was magnificent as was my
Savior Prince.
The compounds and the elements of our
universe, aligned!
And created the most celestial night ever.
~ a true story~
5/10/2019
11:00 am PST
I am happy to be a retiree in Winter,
It couldn't have worked out better,
With need to feel bitter,
When it starts to get colder.
I can go to bed before the heat goes out of the Sun
And not get up til the heat comes back again,
So I can feel as right as rain.
I can drive at times when road rage,
Is off the page,
And traffic flows at this stage,
So I can get home before I age.
I can stay on the phone and complete a transaction,
To my satisfaction,
And negate any company inaction.
My shopping is done when the fast lane is open,
Staff give me lots of attention,
And car parks not usually taken.
I can enjoy a cup of tea when not on the run,
While sitting in the sun,
And watching others not having fun.
I can plan my day,
With no boss having a say,
Or worrying about traffic delay.
I can have my breaks anytime,
And can even go overtime,
Without fear of a fine.
So why wouldn't I find winter,
A perfect partner,
For a short Encounter,
Before the temperature gets any colder.
Winter is the perfect time to feel guilt free,
In not rushing out of bed for a fee,
Until I feel like a cup tea,
With newspaper on my Knee.
Open the drawer you'll see a diary,
A wimpy kid full of anxiety,
Lean frame meek face all I got,
but I strolled blithely.
The first page got my expensive dreams covered,
A trip to the Alps in the shimmery Swiss summer,
then hike the Mont Blanc and write some for her,
sitting on the rocks sipping mild liquor,
tongue-in-cheek, whimsical humor.
On that note please turn over to the next page,
chips n antenna never held my gaze,
too late to pull out I must stay,
I must say,
I might pull this one off,
else my achievements be measured by a length gauge.
A grave predicament I'm stuck in,
maybe I need to do something,
maybe I need to be fronting,
but nothing surprises me anymore,
seeds I sowed shall be reaped come forth.
Page three demands me to rise above obscurity,
scale heights not meant to be,
Rake opulence not meant for me,
As right as rain, I want things to be.
For now, I'll hit the sack with a twinge of guilt,
cause I dreamt of things far ahead of me.
When our grindstone comes into blossom,
A hen's curse might kill an eagle.
Maybe when hell freezes over,
The snake that I see will bite.
I am mortal but among the Angels
Left but never forgotten
Beneath the cudgel of pain
Pressed under, still my soul is as right as rain
I am a blessing in disguise and Invictus
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Still, curses and atrocities comes knocking
Trying to knock me yet I am consolidated
It's alright being in dire straits
I got the capacity to take the bull by the horns
I am out of this world, dare send a curse
I will fashion it into a blessing
Have you ever, rode the Silverton Train?
The smoke off her stack is as black as coal,
the joy it secures is as right as rain,
countless passengers love its heart and soul,
the train ride does thrill delight is her goal,
each car tells tale of exquisite appeal,
this train hath her pride riding veins of steel,
black as an absconce and prepared to please,
luxury first class the finest served meal,
this ride will amaze certain to appease.
4-14-20
Delightful Dizains Poetry Contest
B. Evans