Long Cloudburst Poems

The daily star Tuesday issue...

announces Summer Solstice 2023
regarding ray zing planetary earthlings

Wednesday, June twenty first
at 10:57 Ante Meridian
Eastern standard time
will find Earth's North Pole tilted
closest toward sun. This demarcates

most daylight hours of the year for
people...

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Scent Of Paddy Flower

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APRIL TO THRILL ME

                My Birth-Month April appears in mirth.
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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

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With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent...

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You pop my heart     so heavily    to the rhythm of
                  “like...

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she listened to his whisper


he was so chipper
she listened to his whisper
their desires finally met
she only wanted to dip her feet wet
it was just so right
for that first night
just only her feet
getting royaly treated
he wasn't...

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Where I come from, Spring is so elusive;                           ...

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EASTER SUNRISE

Outside, perfect Sunrise
Service. The air’s so fresh.
Pastel dresses, pretty ties.
Resurrection from the creche.

Birth and rebirth celebrated.
Jesus - our Dayspring on High.
As sunrise songs begin, elated,
Oh how blessed with warming-eye.

The Son! The Son! Salvation
Hallelujahs in...

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A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon
The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon,
By the crops reaped over the farm so baked -
Steamed by the nature so distressed,
The flared...

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Beside another, 
recent lain
Dug before the morning rain
Laid in rows midst flowers and grass
Where hand-carved marble speaks of past

Blackbird seeking worm or grain
Eyes the earthen mound again
Whence abundant morsal found
In spoil fresh dug from sacred...

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In the hollows of my soul when it rains with leaden sadness,
And the clouds gather like grey jurors around me,
I weave an umbrella from the glimmer of a dimmed dream,
From that pure laughter, saved from...

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Her hair, blonde, is twisted in the wind.
The whipping strands are the colors
of the shinning cropland 

by which she is standing. She is alone 
by this golden feed that is bounteous; wholesome as breast milk,...

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It all began one afternoon

The ground was hot and the world seemed bounded
But up the sky the boastful sky bird glided gaily
Enjoying the boundless splendour of the universe
Huh! If only I had wings like that...

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds, seldom shutting my eye-lids,
Each speech of great orators, staying solid...

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The year's spring rains were abundant, saturating and immersing us; a haunting of waters. Mother Earth accepted each downpour from her deep abode. Her bosom holds all earth's waters from brook to abyssal; arteries of...

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The year's spring rains were abundant, saturating and immersing us; a haunting 
of waters. Mother Earth accepted each downpour from her deep abode. Her bosom
holds all the waters from brook to abyssal; arteries of creek...

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I replied to a comment on a poem I posted earlier today saying that this site has "become a place that resembles a boneyard or a desert where harsh winds blow." That's not the kind...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?" - Constance La France.

         dilapidated and weather-beaten,
     ...

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The city workers had torn up the street,
but now were gone the weekend had arrived.
Still no break though from the sweltering heat
as walkers on the boulevard still thrived.

A sudden cloudburst dropped a foot of rain
it...

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1.   It’s not the rains so much as its
Absence that’s raining today
To feel an absence some times
Is to feel a pricking presence
Be it anything. Rain or love
Humaneness  or government planning
Their voids ...

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The psalmist and the deer which pants from thirst along the brook....
As a treasure sanguines heart, hidden within this field called life?!
Arriving upon another day in hopes of finding its perfect place inside
Sacred; sitting aside...

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What strange cascades course down my spine -
invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed.
I only can liken them to rain or wind.
Sometimes they are as a shower -
pitter-pattering lightly down my back.
Other times they make...

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Am I the only one, 
the only one left to carry this cross 
through these wasted lands, 
these blasted glass riddled sands.
This cross of madness. 
Leagues I have traveled... 
Long have I forged this burden...

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I woke up on Monday morning to a rainstorm,
gloomy drizzle was hitting my bedroom window;
cozy in bed I wanted no part of the storm,
I saw tall trees bend-  and the wind howl and blow.

Gloomy...

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