Long Rain tree Poems
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Outside my window, early each morning,
musical note of a cuckoo calling,
Soft and sweet does her musical notes flow,
Early each morning, outside my window!
What ever the weather, come snow or rain,
I hear the divine melodious strain,
Perched on the tree, like a flute in feather,
Come snow or rain, what ever the weather!
Open the curtains, I let in the dawn,
She looks at me to wish me a good morn,
Brightens my day like a million lanterns,
I let in the dawn, open the curtains!
duty bound she is, like ordained by fate,
Could she be the soul of a long lost mate?
a childhood friend with a forgotten wish?
Like ordained by fate, duty bound she is!
‘Swap the verse’ poetry contest
Sponsor Joseph May
Date written 14/06/2020
Buy ink which remains indelible on the soul
Lick your stamps as they should never lick themselves
Keep envelopes open to suggestions and to be stretched
Hide them in a dry place or pine desk out of trouble
Hold pens gently into the wind or corresponding weather
Leave an impression on the world as you write
Use an eraser but only after midnight
Employ an umbrella over your story
Deploy it in the rain if you compose
Protect your notes while rushing to the mail post
Kill trees only when necessary
Pray they don’t take revenge
Keep rain in buckets one drop at a time
Keep sanity at bay and asteroids at large
Stamp high as bays get wet in rising tides
Write letters with pens untouched by men
Utilize paper snow white and pretty
Mail correspondences twice if suspicious
Use two stamps because you can
Deliver yourself from evil
Let postmen know you are on to them
Send one letter at a time as mail is heavy
Give it time because time is burdensome
Let letters drop while servers do the rest
Wait for a response but don’t hold your breath
it was raining today but I still went for a walk
suddenly the wind took my hair blowing it all about
but it felt
sublime and
divine
as I strolled beneath majestic old maple trees
their leaves came t
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g down on me
red, burnt orange and yellow falling, swirling, twirling
it was a perfect moment in time, so
I gathered many to press within the pages of my books
but sadly, they crumbled in my hands
so, I let them f l u t t e r away . . .
Gates open, to the
intoxicating
sweet scented fragrance
slipping into a
trance, encountering
a mosaic of
colours, shouting in
ecstasy,
embracing nature
and summer.
When mother nature
presents the fruits of
her spring labour,
it's filled with movement,
birds nesting,
calls of crickets, and
frogs fill the night air.
A camouflage of
natural world
gleaning fruiting fields,
vines, shrubs, trees,
and flowering plants
Goldenrod
and milkweed
hosting an array
of insects.
Summer rain
drenching the
summer thirst.
Night time stargazing
for constellations
as evening
twilight fades
8/16/2016
satisfying sound, raindrops end—
swooshing of dark-wet, late green branches
intensifying quiet of morning
thunder and lightning rescind—
mourning absentee birds
there’s no sun
as Autumn comes,
apples
ornamental—
in sodden basket
of orchard.
sweetness
lies on ground
rolled in
debris of
sticks and stones.
whispering zephyr
coolness in its aplomb.
choice
lovelies brim on trees.
the waterlogged bark
with placidity of dawn—
sudden break of chirps
9/17/2020
Contest: Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One
Sponsor: Constance La France
crystalline, kimo, verse (Yalto), haiku
howmanysyllables used to verify syllable count
*Yalto invented by Edward Ibeh
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
The rain came with loud crashes blown
Houses exploded on impact into droplets
Into the night itself becoming madness
Becoming lightning without the flash
Leaving splinters to float downstream fractured
Unrecognizable fragments detached from reality
Trees used to stand for something before the rain came
Deep rooted before men came to chop them down
To become houses caught up in a flood one drop at a time
Then into wooden pieces shattered into nothing
What is this world coming to if you can't trust the rain
If you can't trust your friends to build things that remain
Perhaps the next generation of rain will be gentler
It does not have to be this way say the sages
Trust the rain to come again one day in peace
But carry an umbrella just the same
5.
all long the day i beg
i beg rice pulses oil salt
royal blood
in exchange i also distribute
peace… peace… and peace…
and the horses of the gypsies making
a dip-swimming in the peace-water
in the canto of my begging
holding a whole body of love
i learn how to be burnt
by the shadow of the trees
i give up all my courage
to book a room in your youth
only for me
6.
going upstairs on the railway foot-bridge
i see the strong light of neon-lamps
the girl from the avtar of the flex
induced trance
the aroma of chhatim-flower in the air
and the song of a blind-beggar
with tambourine
those neon-light flex-women
beggar’s-song and flower odour
i see they are all alive
in the canto of my begging
under the evening-star
7.
in the canto of my begging
at the day’s end
the moon that rises behind the rain-tree
i put up in her hands
the lemon-leaves the water-balloons the goal-kicks
that i have had throughout the day
by begging
and i beg from her the magic-wand
by the touch of which the date-palm
that was someday burnt by a thunder-bolt
in front of the church
looks very infatuating
and my dress as a beggar gradually
becomes a royal-dress
Million and one things better than applause..
okay to go through life ne'er seeking praise.
Though rain tree unwatered, grows half as tall,
an unloved heart wilts in overbear'n shade.
Your so called friends left such beauty undone.
chide more than console you 'can't win 'em all'
Well, perhaps not your day courageous one,
they meant to maim, not name belle of the ball.
Love's heart-shaped slipper, torch carried for you..
finest soul yours, only fit worth trying.
Turn away from bright stars, riven'd in two..
my eyes were ne'er any good at lying.
Can you hear it pretty belle of the ball?
a heart's applause, best won prize of them all.