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Amidst the “pitter-patter” of diamond rain droplets,
As though tearing the soft womb of the dark sky like rockets,
Lightning “crackled”! As though electrified, thunder “rumbled”!
Will my hopes, like brim-filling drops from a pot, get tumbled?
I am hurt often by rocks of failures “flumping” on me,
Human life seems to be a poem full of irony;
He's the twenty-fourth soldier killed within twenty-four hours,
“Rustling leaves” and “whipping” wind used to sing of his powers!
Romantic scenes sound like death knells in sudden turns of life,
Waves of pains might be “crashing” in the heart of his young wife;
Hales seems to “snap” and asking where the future might leads to,
Soldiers saving the nation “whooshed” into undying woe!
“Booming”, “banking”, like the wars we fight; our lives dawn and end,
Sometimes “swishing”; sometimes “swooshing”; routines roughly resent!
Born with the breeze! Gone with the wind! Who cares, here, about whom?
Life is to live! When one lives, another is in the tomb!
Dead leaves “rattled” like my soldier friend's well-starched uniforms,
Others may hear mine tomorrow amidst “howls” of the storms;
Singing the romance of wars? Get wounded! Killed! You will learn!
When none left to cry for you, truths of life you will discern!
Stop your “gurgling” now, O River, rushing to join the sea!
Pay a short homage to my friend, who's like you in great plea!
Empty, he has commenced his journey to know what is more!
Lay him on your “laps”; reach him safe, to the eternal shore!
18 October 2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
bruised from a snow- capped flesh
earth is growing numb without rest,
threadbare plants gasp; existence
bites the nodes of winter’s skin
turned every which way, bends droop
like deep chambers upon chilled meadow
striking flint, just a bit, a spark
that wants to sip a flower moist,
till darkness swallows the pistils
hush…wait when springtime ushers
a roulette of buds dyed stark yellow
pouring dew from a cycle reborn
to seize her unmentionable thrill of being
once here, crowned hillsides glitter
igniting stars to touch the moon,
clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray
pitter patter; the gentle streams flow
while from the river, luster pours down
through an ocean igniting April’s two hands...
one waking the flame of petals’ limbs,
the other cuddling grace of season past
a mixture of spring… wild and tender.
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collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid
thank you nette
Bright sunshine on high is reflected in our smiles down here below
Friendly greetings, a spring in our steps, squinting midst the golden rays
Let the clouds cast their gray pall across the Heavens, the change is palpable
Smiles vanish; gloom envelops us; we hurl our eyes at the cement pavement
Hot, humid nights sap us of energy; enervated, we drag ourselves into our
bedchambers
When the north wind releases humidity's choke-hold, invigorated, we perk up,
returning to our better selves...
The pitter-patter of rain, rhythmic against my windowpane, eases me into sleep's confidence
Until lightning's zap and thunder's crackle pierce my pleasant bubble...
Has modern man advanced beyond the days when he was at the mercy of the
Heavens?
Not when he lives or dies
By the friendly or unfriendly Face of the Skies
Midst hot months, cooling is a need
refreshing every one indeed
with showers, smiting humid days…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Heavenly pitter-patter noise
creating melody of joys
assures harvest with bliss always…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Rainbows radiating hope bright
showcase colors of vibrant light
marking supplies of no delays…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Among varied caregiving tasks
bathing spree is where my heart basks
as special child enjoys swimming ways…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Pleading for needful water-quest
restless due to climate’s warm zest
faith trusts God for clouds from sun rays…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 - "And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work."
May 22, 2024
1st place, "Raindrops" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jcb Brul; judged on 6/25/2024
3rd place, "Raining in Summer" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 6/5/2024
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
The pitter-patter of drops drum,
like the beat of a soulful heart.
While raindrops leave you feeling glum,
the pitter-patter of drops: drum.
And I fear, there's more rain to come,
waiting for the sunshine to start.
The pitter-patter of drops drum,
like the beat of a soulful heart.
Waiting for the sunshine to start,
laughter can no longer be heard.
I sense the mood grey skies impart,
waiting for the sunshine to start.
And as our smiles slowly depart,
we share the gloom without a word.
Waiting for the sunshine to start,
laughter can no longer be heard.
We share the gloom without a word,
watching the trees sway in the breeze.
As the mist ensures views are blurred,
we share the gloom without a word.
And the softest sound ever heard;
morphs into silence, of unease.
We share the gloom without a word,
watching the trees sway in the breeze.
Grandpa grew hay and corn and vegetables on his farm,
And in the Autumn on bright sunny days we all helped him;
With the gathering, reaping and gleaning to get in the Fall crop,
Then the family gathered to celebrate another abundant harvest.
And when the rainy season started, torrents of rain fell,
Soaking rain that flooded the fields and made them soggy;
We all stayed inside on those wet days reading and waiting,
I did not mind, for I find the pitter-patter of rain to be pleasant.
Soon Jack Frost was knocking on our farmhouse door,
The hoar frost covered everything in the early hours of day;
And it was piercing and penetrating, it chilled us to the bone,
But by mid-day the sun came out and melted all the frost away.
One bright morning everything was frozen and ice covered,
All the walkways were iced over, it was bitter cold, cold as ice;
Old Man Winter was just reaching out his icy fingers to warn us,
And I was thinking, perhaps it is time for me to check my skates.
It was late November when the first flakes came in the night,
The snowstorm was light snow with big beautiful, gentle drops;
By morning, there was a mantle of white on all fences and barns,
And by afternoon everything had melted into a wet, slushy mess
After school, I was helping Grandpa shovel the many paths,
My teeth were chattering, trembling, I felt like a girl made of ice;
I told Grandpa, that I was quite sure I was going to freeze to death,
He nodded and said, go in the house; I noticed he was also shivering.
It was a long Winter with many snowstorms and huge drifts,
But somehow we survived it; I loved the smell of the fireplace;
And curling up on the sofa with Grandpa and Grandma like a kitten,
Then those ever shortening days of Winter became long days of Spring.
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September 17, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Grandpa's Farm
Copyright Protected, ID 15-710-135-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Seasonal,
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Second Place
Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing nigh,
I yearn for azure skies and one sunbeam!
Raindrops fall, I hear them pitter-patter,
then hail stones bounce upon my brand new car.
I daren’t go outside and watch them batter
my garden, too. Ice storms are so bizarre
and their crashing makes such a loud clatter!
Rain still teems down, it’s been pouring for hours.
Where’s the warm sunshine, and vivid rainbow?
Torn to shreds will be my lovely flowers,
trellis of sweet peas, just starting to grow.
How I loathe these sudden April showers!
Dark clouds start to lift, a rainbow appears.
Sun’s peeking through a minute patch of blue.
Prisms of colour, I’ve so adored for years.
I’ll venture out to get a better view
for such a welcomed sight moves me to tears
Soul Energized We're
Energized Drops of Reign
????Soul Energized We're
Energized ?? Drops of Reign
Each drop of rain says His name
Each drop of rain praises Him, reigns
Every pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Fillings of each creek, streams, valleys and craters
Ever so Every Soul pores, pours
Shedding spores moisture
Droplets of Heavens spots of dew drops
Every window that gails breeze that sails
Is a breath of life
Every small burst of breeze is Our Father's breath
His ?? lips speak life ??
His words bring forth life
Everything He spoke forth, speaks of
Becomes just does!
(Becomes)
Every light that does shine
He begins it in Him
Soul energized energy multiplied
Confidently He's so provides
We're the image of Him; Elohim
And in Him (were) we're...being
Soul Energized we are drops of Reign
10/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & The Corinthian
dedicated to "God is Speaking Ministries- Janeen Brown "
Out on the porch for a little recess
From life's daily chores, listen to raindrops
Pitter-patter, musical sounds request
From gentle breeze, which stirs windchimes non-stop
Nature's orchestra plays as in hammock relaxed lay
A novel to read or just nap away
Afternoon quietly, what more pleasure
Maybe do something risque
Meet with lover, love away rainy day
In deep caresses our love we'll measure
The flame will burn higher as our desire
Rises with each kiss and loving caress
As the rain's rhythm sets mood, love's red fire
Glows as love to each other we confess
Romancing to rain's music dance and sway
Raindrops, roses, love's desire only glows
Lover so glad you could be companion to
Maybe do something risque
As on the love seat, inflamed we repose
Not needing love potion our love to renew
Lover so glad that I met you today
Out on porch listening to rain's rhythm
Stirring music in my soul fears allay
Perfectly matched love's biorhythm
There are now no fears or life's dismay
Love come take me away to higher realm
Come, stay, don't just wait life's rainy day to
Maybe do something risque
Hold, caress, don't wait 'til life overwhelms
Love come stay please don't ever bid adieu
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