Long Rainbows Poems
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Nothing eases the unending sorrow
Of lost love that brought joy to each morrow
Wish there was something that could ease the pain
Of longing to be together again.
Whatever happened to romance we knew
The love once cherished by both me and you
On carpets of roses we both did lay
Once upon many a whimsical day.
Blissful were the days and tender the nights
As we soared splendiferous giddy heights
Held safe in your loving arms the hours flew
Why oh why sweetheart did you say we’re through.
You'd write poetry for my eyes only
Ecstatic as a lark, I'd surely be
Now you are gone, disappeared without trace
In midst of silence my lonesome heart aches.
I have adored you from when we started
How I wish that we had never parted
Mister magnifico you were to me
My romeo, my buzzing honeybee.
We won't be singing love songs anymore
I’m heartbroken and will wait evermore
To dance in your arms o’er rainbows again
Should we reunite in heaven’s domain.
Just for you whom I’m delirious for
The key to my heart’s at destiny’s door.
The joy I find in colour
This extraordinary thing
Tiny backstreets shout with vigour
Freeing prison walls to sing
When the streetlight slowly flickers
On our lifeless habitat
The creative human passion
Has to put a stop to that
Sweeping through the streets of dullness
All the litter and the dust
Bringing hope back to the hopeless
Recall our heritage, we must
We're all kings and queens in waiting
Not for privilege or wealth;
To return our fallen kingdom
Back to Eden level health
I just love; we rise and conquer
Those who want to keep us down
Every sapling through it's concrete
Every happy smile from frown..
The human spirit moving
From a warm place deep within.
We're a people full of rainbows
From our paintbrush hearts of tin.
Contemporaneously, you’ll be painting rainbows.
The canvas’ wet and dreary, let’s don our boots
— rubber duck yellow and bright cherry red.
Choose your palette —
coats that pierce and blister the dark.
Your snowy pup sees only black and white, how sad,
but he feels the reverberations of your happiness
and today he’s glad, as he embraces a glimmer
of your grandstand reveries — he flips, does tricks.
Strike a pose over the imposing and impressive applause,
even as the rain slaps your cheeks and undoes your curls.
Smile, let the thunderclap know that your the boss.
The ecstatic shower blooms in watercolor whorls!
Park your umbrella high above your head
and smile and cheer the hail of rain, the storm
of blue-black clouds and the quack of puddles.
Stomp loud the splashing lake of carpe diem!
9/7/2018
Contest: A Rainy Day Poetry Contest/Photo #2
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
A gentle cool spring rain falls down
Saturating blossoms fair
Daffodils with lowered sweet heads
Wait without a care
Sunshine covered with clouds very gray
Raindrops cleanse the spring air
Flowers receive moisture's rebirth
Out to play children's prayer
Spring fever is in the cool air
Birds' mating calls echo
So lively are the pairs' display
Resounds in the meadow
Sunshine covered with clouds very gray
Raindrops cleanse the spring air
Flowers receive moisture's rebirth
Out to play children's prayer
Dripdrops reverberates 'pon roof
Spring fever gets one down
Let sunshine peak through the cold cloud
Rainbows appear like clowns
Sunshine covered with clouds very gray
Raindrops cleanse the spring air
Flowers receive moisture's rebirth
Out to play children's prayer
Sleepy Star Magnolia awaken
Gentle spring rain renewed
Rain 'pon my dampened window pane
Somewhat blurs scene as viewed
Sunshine covered with clouds very gray
Rain drops cleanse the spring air
Flowers receive moisture's rebirth
Out to play children's prayer
Finis
Sponsor: POETESS DARKlY
Contest: Spring Fever
If I were to look inside a rainbow
what sight would I find to astonish me?
Would there be a klatch of bright elves below
with brimming buckets and brushes in hand?
Would they giggle and sing as they painted
colors of the rainbow's mystic aura
with a linen drop cloth well-acquainted
with dribbles and leaks of the artist's stroke?
Would their casual conversation weave
tales of magic places and pots of gold
that a few unhappy humans believe
could be found to abolish all their woes?
I should like to think that the cheery elves
delight in creating rainbows of hope
to inspire mere mortals to love themselves
and rejoice in God's mysterious ways.
Out in the sunshine bright and fair
Where childish feet without a care
Skipped and ran, and laughter shrieked
While chasing bubbles down the street
To rosy lips, one soapy puff, was just enough
To set them loose. And one by one, into the air
They sailed like rainbows, frail and fair
To where, I wonder where? Oh where?
Where, oh where, do bubbles go…?
Where, oh where, does childhood go?
When simple things, could make us laugh
Could take one day, and make it last?
Oh, take me there, to magic land
Where scattered rainbows rise and spin
Where bubbles dance on battered winds
Before they burst, and childhood ends
Plant the child in me again...
Now those eves, when work is laid away,
And restless thoughts, and worries prey
When up the west, my woes unfold
I chase a bubble fantasy....
as if it were my pot of gold
Spirits waiting.
Flowing flowers on a summer breeze.
No more sadness no hurt no disease
Free to roam forever alive.
You live now in true paradise.
Though the ones left behind will suffer and cry.
You will look over them with a peaceful smile.
You wait for your loved one to join you one day.
But for now you walk within their shadow.
And on a cold warm beautiful day
A sweet kiss on their lips from you to say.
If they relax and close their eyes they will see.
The whispers as you tell them I love you.
The rainbows in their eyes the blackness gone.
Pictures of you will never fade away.
Tears on a floor will forever stay.
Every breath you took here forever lingers.
To hold their hands in thin air feeling their fingers.
Always true words forever outspoken.
undying love can never be broken.
We are only unlucky when for a time the ones we loved are lost.
But when our day comes we find them again.
And we ask, where have you been what have you done.
Their reply will be. I was with you all along? I was just in a fog.
Now we are together again our lives will start anew.
All we are we were that was me and you!
We were born with the gift of healing in our blood, we did not become healers along life's winding path,
We came as springs of solace, carrying the essence of healing like an ancient and sacred song,
Some of us are still searching for our deep roots in the soil of our being, discovering ourselves in the silence of time,
We came as storytellers, not by chance, but because we carried stories in our hearts always,
We are the songs of our ancestors, alive in every whisper of the wind passing through the vines of memories,
Some of us are still seeking our voice among the echoes of the past, weaving threads of gold and silver from history,
We were born artists, we did not become painters or sculptors under the weight of the world,
We came with art in our souls, we are rainbows woven into the fabric of life, vibrating with every color,
Some of us are still drawing our outlines on the canvas of destiny, seeking our own shades,
We did not become writers, dancers, musicians, peacemakers, but arrived as such spirits,
We are the symphony of creation, some still discovering their rhythm in the vast orchestra of existence,
We did not learn love along the journey, but came as love, we are the heart that beats eternally,
Some of us are still following the call, seeking to reveal love in every gesture, in every word,
We are explorers of the soul, sculpting reality with our bold and silent dreams,
As we seek meaning in the delicate weave of existence, we lose and find ourselves in the cosmic dance,
Like stars burning with pure passion, guiding seekers of truth along the paths of light and shadows.
IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME
What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;
Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”
I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you give me a ride?
I’m an unused clone;
Strip of my shoes;
No place to walk to;
On your hopeless horse;
Don’t let me die in inquest;
Dreams are far to worst;
Riding right on course;
It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;
What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;
Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high up in the trees;
“this it’ll never happen to me”
Where can I direct the truth?
Inside my mind is bruised;
Can I peer through brick covered windowed walls?
Eating rainbows devouring sweet adoring mud pies;
Blinded by the light of the sun’s rays;
I’m a displaced child;
In a misplaced guild;
Won’t you com b my hair;
Come taste the poison leaf;
Dying filled with grief;
It won’t be my turn to cry;
Won’t be my turn to lie;
Won’t be hard to try;
It won’t be my turn to die;
It’ll never happen to me…
7/09/70
Written words by James Edward Lee & arranged music by Alton Adkins ©1970, 2019
FROM THE SHORT STORY PLAY
“It’ll Never Happen to Me”
What would I give for a book and a nook
I'd forfeit some cash from my pocketbook
Surrender my coat to a hanging wall hook
Then give it a look , as long as it took
I'd roll back the stone, crawl into a cave
Find Ol' Tom Sawyer, take some close shaves
Look for Boy Wonder, help free some slaves
Hunt for lost gold, discover old graves
Go room to room, look high and low
Ride on a broom, escape through a hole
Go with the wind, fly over rainbows
Ride chariots of fire where ever they go
Search lost horizons with great expectations
Go hunting for bison in Indian Nations
Swim with Poseidon and gather crustaceans
The suspense would heighten my imagination
A book and a nook, a perfect day
Rain or shine, take me away
To read every line on every page
Spend all my time, that's what I'd pay
an original poem by Daniel Turner