Long Liferain Poems
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Its raining here in Nottingham
We're having quite a storm
The clouds are black and gathering
But still it is quite warm.
As I'm looking out my window
The rain is coming fast
And now its turned to hail stones
They look like sparkling glass.
I went to put the washing out
But here comes the rain again
The weather here in Nottingham
Is driving me insane.
Now its starting to thunder
And there's lightening too
The streets look like a river
The sky is no longer blue.
I suppose I will have to sit and wait
For the sun to shine
And then I can put the clothes out
On that washing line.
City rain
Has a sound of its own
Not loud, not soft
Yet you
Can sense it
Even when the windows are closed
A quick pitter patter
Bouncing from the sidewalks
Into
The streets.
When it rains
A lethargic grayness
Hovers overhead
People rush for cover
Anxious not to get wet
A thousand accents
Pierce the skies
Umbrellas! One dollar!
One dollar! Umbrellas!
At night
The City
Crawls to a standstill
Empty reflections
At every traffic light.
The young walk in the rain
Fist clenched
In deep pockets
The brave accept
What falls from heaven
And the old
Patiently watch
The rain
Wash away
The sins of the City.
'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day
When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay
For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away
The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days of yore
So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day
And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away
Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know
That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men
So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing
And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore
If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before
As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping
Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore
Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender
And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore
Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore
and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure
Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain
Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain
But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again
So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free
So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away
And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore