Rain Eve Poems

The Garden Womb

She is not virginal
Not unused
Not pure
Being ancient 
and of old,
Inevitably,
Been touched before. 

Many years 
a widow,
She is a lonesome, 
barren land.
So many 
passing...

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Dew
Soul of morn, at night thou sleep
Then dance in mead on blooms on grass
The pearls and diamonds  all there weep
Thy shining sheen them all...

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The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds  tore through our...

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CHRISTMAS EVE DILEMMA

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was stressed.
He complained to his wife but she wasn’t impressed.
It’s going to rain dear, she called...

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Come if you can one monsoon eve,
All wet in rain one monsoon eve.

Make boats— letters we failed to write,
Let them float, feign this monsoon eve.

Borrow...

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As eve descends upon the light land 
blinds and drapes shut none see no one can 
the wind softly howls the streetlights shudder 
inside the...

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The Maker is busy in heaven once more,
Like he has been a billion times before.
He is making you a gift that matches none,
Wait for ten...

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In the hush of a fading twilight eve
Heard the passionate crooning of a dove
Under the eaves, it sat close to her love
What delight, that sound...

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There are many things that take my breath away
Gentle rain drizzling softly, whispering through my prayers
Stardust clinging to my laughter on the edge of night
Snowflakes...

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the innocent rain
pelting down on Christmas Eve
delivers black ice

12/24/2020...

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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN

I.	 I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm...

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No One
by Michael R. Burch

No One hears the bells tonight;
they tell him something isn’t right.
But No One is not one to rush;
he lies in grasses...

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I stand here in my innocence
Not knowing what is planned in heaven
The skies are grey the wind is still and
The heavy sound system is blasting...

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Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
The freaking bell breaks its law again
The Christmas Eve was just a tale
The feathers of chicks were just at hail
Arrows of pains were...

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Willy Nilly
by Michael R. Burch

for the Demiurge aka Yahweh and Jehovah 

Isn’t it silly, Willy Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in...

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