Long Lucky Poems
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I am the rain god, and I fear no one.
The wind god and the sun god fear me though.
I have no idea why. I am not intimidating.
Merely myself.
Showering the earth with drops that turn huge
When I am in a bad mood, or disappointed.
Pelting the ground with angry tears when I am hurt.
But most of the time…
I am a gentle god,
Giving myself freely to the earth,
Nurturing trees and flowers,
Giving my liquid self to animals who cannot live without me
This includes the two-legged creatures
Who pollute my oceans, my creeks, my rivers, my streams.
Sometimes I want to withhold all water from them.
But I am the rain god, and must be responsible and kind sometimes.
So today is your lucky day.
You may bathe in my ocean
But if you pollute it, I will send the nightmare god
And he will see that your slumber is less than peaceful.
This is the advantage of having a cousin like that.
I know a river where the fish fly in the sky.
Sheltered by boundless ember morning sky,
a lull stillness, it refuses to say goodbye;
I breathe deep in submission quiver and sigh.
Drifting upriver in my small fry fishing boat
wishing for a plate of fried fish, so, I wore my lucky coat.
It's out there waiting for a moving worm afloat.
A dragonfly hover by, big bass launch into the air.
Dangling my pole over the boat there, I stare.
Speckle trout; come with me, my cupboard is bare.
I spent all day as the fish just laughed,
bait writhe at the end of the hook as they passed.
Splash! A nibble, then a take. Holy Moly, largemouth bass.
11/4/2021
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For two dear to me, to have and to hold;
for me, to meet new friends,
new family behaving like old;
for them, a joy I hope never ends.
These two treasured, named without naming,
he ever the Robot and she ever the Potter.
Towards each other on that day, as all, aiming,
with eyes wet and heart's flames burning hotter.
Their love they declare in private as they choose,
but on that day, 'twas for all of us to see -
not the whole world, not on the radio or the news,
but in the eyes of the law, the loved, the lucky we.
For the reprieve and the revelry, honor and hilarity,
for the memories new and old, I thank them greatly.
For the two who've found true love, that romantic rarity;
for the Robot and the Potter - together, innately.
The Naughty Little Puppy
She's lucky she is cute!
All day long she's chewing things.
I've yelled so much I'm mute,
still she's chasing kids on bikes.
She's lucky she is cute!
She chewed my favorite boot
The first night on Christmas eve.
She even pooped on route
To our home that fateful night.
She's lucky she is cute!
My daughter's in cahoot
With this naughty little dog.
They yell and bark and hoot.
She feeds her from the table!
They're lucky they are cute!
The leash works to recruit
The children to her side, but
Her training's in dispute.
Surely guidance is required.
She's lucky she is cute!
Oh that naughty little puppy...
She's lucky she is cute!
Where
do
teardrops
go? Where do
teardrops go?
long, long time ago
they dropped into the
wishing wells— everyone everyone
drop by drop, wish by wish, never
fulfilled never ever filled, tear by
tear falling in to fill the well where they
will forever yearn, forever yearn to go on
wishing lying within the loose change of the
well-wishes and if-only's, so sorry's,
forgive me's, make me happy's, one more
chances, and lucky charms, that need
company at the bottom of the
lonely old stone walled
wishing well.
.
Where
do these
teardrops
lie? Where do
these teardrops stay?
with the dollars dimes,
pennies, buttons, bottle tops,
smooth stones, wedding rings, hairpins,
marbles, sea shells, bracelets, charms, bent
keys, old pens, washers 'n nuts name badges
and labels love locks, without keys in the
bottom of the wishing wells kept
brim-full by eyes yearning for the
well-wishes! yearning for
the well-wishes!
.
Pain
Kevin Davis 2025
What can I do to stop the pain?
From my life’s events, ugly memory,
It flows through my mind like a rumbling train.
I accept the retch as my reason why.
Moments are etched in the tides of my history.
I see them clearly, lit by golden rays,
Cries and laughter echoing through the sky,
The scent of life perfumes many of my days,
And time slips ever softly, beyond my care.
But they only last as fragile threads unwind,
Leaving behind a shadow’s stare.
I ache for the warmth of youth I left behind,
Here hope bloomed in every familiar place.
I wish I could return to before the pain,
Yet memories sing and their line my face.
Still, I look ahead, through life’s gentle rain.
There I find new beginnings in the love that is mine.
So, I grab my love, and we anchor near,
Holding on tight as the world turns its rhyme.
Life, with its scars, still rings bright and clear—
It’s ours to savor, this all too fleeting time.
When pain does not overwhelm what's joyful,
Allowing me reflections that are so fine,
Lucky am I to find what's thoughtful.
Lucky am I to be blessed with love and harmony.
So, through the pain of many losses,
And the toil and hardship make me cry.
Love and accomplishment made me smile.
The pain remains, but so does all my grace.
And love is what helps me hold my place.
How lucky can one man be
To have the love and friendship
Of so many sweet adorable people
Here on the Soup... male and female
It's like a love-in from the sixties
Minus the beads and hippie hair
(Well I'm supposing!)
Those were wild, free spirited days
Making love, NOT war
I was newly married back then... 1957
Busy raising three young kiddies
And struggling to make ends meet
My rewards though were much greater
With 3 super kids, a gorgeous wife and a new career
The closest I got to becoming a hippie
Was letting my hair grow long (shoulder length)
And sporting a beard
Which, believe it or not, I still have today
Those were difficult times back then
But oh so rewarding... ahhh memories!
CINDERELLA WHAT NOW
I’ve often seen you zoom past Mars,
Blonde hair flowing and blowing
In the breeze of the milky way,
And its trillions of stars.
I so longed for you to be mine,
I imagined us sitting in the curve of the moon
As it slowly began to wane,
And we watched planet earth beneath us,
And the gods of the seas sending tides
Out, splashing foaming and dancing,
Raging, loving that God and the Moon,
Chose mother nature to run this chore,
By being bossy and certainly imposing!
Mystery girl what is your name,
Is it true you are called Cinderella,
You must be the fourth generation,
And according to the invitation
To the ball, your great grandparents were,
Prince Charming and Cinderella
The rich prince and the poor cinder girl
With whom Prince Charming fell in love.
And now you have all the wealth you need,
Choose me, tell your dad what you really want,
And take, a slight tumble,
Learn to become a little humble.
You have captivated my being,
Only of you do I dream.
I know you’re from Venus and hot,
Many suitors you have got,
From Jupiter, Mercury and Uranus,
And Saturn, which one of us
Will it be,
For I want to marry you,
I have no jewels
To offer like the others,
I am not poor, and will cherish you,
And give you a good life,
As my wife.
Only love and devotion,
From my heart with emotion.
Pretty lady all will be disclosed
At the Ball, at which your father
Will name the lucky man.
You are stunning,
But for whom are you gunning?
The night arrives, all the eligible
Young men invited from every planet,
Arrive in high tech space ships,
Engineered to impress,
Like your emerald studded green
Much admired ball gown, gems in excess,
Never in History has such a gown
Been seen before,
I’m on an emotional seesaw,
Your green eyes seem cold,
And your manner distant and bold.
The suitor finally named, Prince Zuma
From Jupiter and you will be
Wife number ten.
You must think long and hard
About this wedding,
You will be part of a harem,
I whisper in her ear,
I am leaving this pretentious scene
I’m afraid this match might
have a sad ending,
You, being the subject of this plight.,
Should you need me, contact details
In the hem of your pricey dress.
Think hard, your life has
Become quite a mess,
Money has become your master,
You are not thinking of forever after.
Hard time create strong men
The times are hard
No wonder am better
I keep living
And watching the world
As it pass with it marks
And symbols
It messages are clear
Sometimes it bleed good
Sometimes it shows negative
Yet life still goes on
It circle still continue
The inhabitants of the world
Keep displaying the acts of gravity
The stronger keep getting stronger
While the weak are left were they belong
If is hard
Then be stronger
There is no other remedy
There is no other way
You just have to deal with it
Hard times create strong men
Times are hard now
But men are men
There are men born for this time
And if you are alive in this era
Your are lucky
Cos it time to stand on something
Or nothing
Every time has it identification
What does your time say now
Cant you see the sun is risen
The night is over my friend
The times are harder now yet
Hard times create strong men......
If is hard
Then be stronger
There is no other remedy
There is no other way
You just have to deal with it
I do not know what happened yesterday.
There was a bright light on the horizon far away.
Soon there was cold and perpetual darkness around.
This was accompanied with the shaking of the ground.
The land we dwell in was a tropical paradise.
However, it has become covered with ice.
The air has become too cold to take a breath.
Creatures freeze in their tracks to their death.
There is no life on the surface to be found.
Nothing but snow and ice covers the ground.
We were somewhat lucky to find this cave.
This large crevasse in the mountain our lives would save.
How long in this cavern will we have to stay?
From what is going on outside, nobody can say.