Long Rainfall Poems
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Oldest living ecosystem
forms rainforest on heavy rainfall.
Tall evergreen trees spread thick canopy
Sunrays are hardly allowed
to penetrate at ease.
Rainforest enjoys tropic zone.
Solar energy in high tone.
Blessings of environ.
Bliss of rain-showers all year round.
Perennial trees to astound.
Verdant verdict of
Green Revolution
Sometimes soaked soil
emitting strong petrichor.
Fresh foliage , Feral flora
flourish in fervent fervor...
gorgeous green to glow
it was the day of her birth
when she stood at the Styx
naked but with all bags packed
with immanent sadness and joy
too young for being ambiguous
she let out a scream and let down
a reflex for simply being alive
the sign said dangerous water
touch at your own peril
and be aware that
you cannot swim upstream
therefore move with the flow
she searched for diamonds
proceeded to the delta
past cascades and cataracts
squinted and blinked for
life was like sinkholes and riptides
too much rainfall at times
not enough droplets in the drought
a desert bloom only flowers
every once and a while
with shortcomings
and impermanence
rapid conclusion
and yet infinite flourish
thunder clouds lit
an emerald sky
the amber horizon fastened
a rainbow painted in black
but her vision grew from fast
to furious and then serenely calm
a tributary to understanding
meaning pleasure and task
she realized that the flood
was no deluge and all truth be told
rather a Rubicon to push and absorb
more often than not pleasantly nude
she refused purple emperor’s clothes
preferred rag cloth and bathers
and when she finally sank
her last breath and commitment
was full of happiness crossing
into blessed nothingness of
sacred caress of the embrace
22nd October
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"Black Ice"
Sorrow flows from the first sunrise
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before
At core death awaits
- laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
- after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, a precious Waltz - Expires!
Coldplay and winter mist set in
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo
- taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust
- stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink.
She fell - She crumbled
- In a world where hope once existed
Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon
At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate
--- cascade around the emptiness
Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet
A deadly force condemns all because of one
Lost years crumbled like an avalanche
Way deep down inside.......
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale
If you seek closely, she is there
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz
Never to linger or trust
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away
~*~
J-oy deep in the heart
E-xplains the pure pleasure;
N-othing can make you sad,
N-either stress nor pressure.
E-xcitement you truly feel,
R-apture dwells in your mind;
Y-our eyes see no mess, making you leave muss behind.
T-he joy deep within
U-ses your spirit and soul;
N-ew fresh feeling it brings,
G-iving not tears from rainfall.
O-ne joy deep inside is an immeasurable ecstasy;
L-oneliness has no place, happiness is sure guarantee.
M-uch joy is really brought,
A-ugust fifteenth early morn;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
C-omplete mirth won't get worn.
O-pen your life to gladness, to euphoria that won't depart;
S-how you my true emotion, the joy deep in the heart.
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Humble, meek and mild like the weathered dreams
Falling gentle as rainfall, calming the weary heart
With tender breaths of laughter amid the pleasures
Found beneath the edges of this massive structure
Beneath the rusty tin are stables and beasts
All thriving from the care taken by a farmer’s gift
For nurturing with sincerity and honesty and love
Brilliant rays of sunshine leaking through the boards
Coloring the dusty interior with blushing rays of light
If these battered boards could only speak
The tales they’d tell, the memories they’d bring back
Escaping the pores of gnarled and enduring lumber
As the elements blast away at the craggy assembly
Creating reasons to tremble with longing for the past
Wishes, warm and wild, obey the heart’s insight
Leaving faded hopes and dreams on the stall doors
Waving to the cow in colors of lost hopes, dreams
Feelings that feel like they’ll never be lifted up
Soothing away the anguish of forever looking back
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Laughing at the goodness you’ve come seeking
Whispering of a past that never seems at peace
As the heart wonders through the distressed thoughts
Of a love story that has died and a soul gone on
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Answer my prayers – you know what I’m seeking
A flame of hope, a blaze of imagination, a flicker of inspiration… glowing on my spirit like a revelation
Discovered in the boards nailed across the entrance
Somber gray barn, boards creaking
Reveal your truth to me… my prayers are penetrating
Rustling the old lumber with nails from the past
Where I long to go again… before my heart ascends
To be with my Creator in heaven’s lovely realms
Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on wildflowers glow
Oscillating shadows in gusting, windy, woes
Amidst bears’ huffs, woofs, raging ugly growl
When raccoons coyly snarl at foxes’ feral-howl
Hiding from pitter-patter of tropical rainfall
In heavenly paradise as birdsongs toll daylong
Serenading the land where liberty is paramount
In forest of my dreams’ blossoming sanctuary~
A temple, a hideaway, a refuge, an ecosystem,
A reserve for humanity, a shrine for sanctity,
In equilibrium, edifying calmness and peace
Where elixir of sacred life flows in holy streams
Sustaining earth’s renewal in tranquil harmony.
April 17, 2021
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Africa who cursed you?
Why are you so endowed, but have so little to show for it?
While other nations are knocking on heaven's door,,
You keep knocking on the doors of IMF and World Bank
You say you are the cradle of civilization,
But civilization has left you behind; while you are staring at the break lights from afar
Other nations are having breakfast, lunch and dinner in space,
While you are waiting for food aid and food bank, with the vast fertile land at your disposal
You are blessed with endless rainfall, but your citizens are dying from draught
Your bushes are littered with highly potent herbs,
But your leaders have made medical tourism a do or die affair
Your leaders budget billion's yearly for education;
Yet their citizens learn underneath trees; while they and their loved ones have made foreign universities their playgrounds
Your backyard is littered with gold, diamond, oil and uncountable mineral resources, but your citizens are dying of hunger
Africa, my Africa, tell me: who cursed you?
How many tears must hope shed?
Is there no bread left for the hungry,
or cures bred for the sick?
Can hard work feed itself no more,
neither trust share its roots with truth,
with no water left to nurture either one?
Does love have none left for itself,
nor mercy favor fruits of friendship
as it once did?
Do rainbows reign no more after rain
nor doves fly following rainfall
with fresh saplings in their bills?
Has faith lost its will to live?
Will will lose itself to fear?
Would that God would strike it down
with one brush of His hand.
But this Would must submit to God.
World's hope may have fallen to embers,
but God's hope breathes flames of white,
for white knows the rainbow,
which signals water is growing the crops
that feed each fellow man.
Hope's origin is not with man,
but with God.
If hope is lost,
it is because this we have forgotten,
that hope lies in God's only Begotten Son
Written: June 02, 2024 For Regina McIntoch Contest
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Discovering God doesn't bear broad browsing
He's all over on Earth's orbit or cosmic orbs
He is not an allusion or scarce
Faith is a notion that God conflates with spirit
Life is a cynosure; we should not deviate
Fulfill kismet, will balmily distaff nemesis
God is love, auric values lighten others' lives
He is present as a gentle breeze sways palm fronds
He hears the soft rainfall on homeless tin roofs
In gloom, He watches ants swarming on ivory stone
Seek Him in the joyful gaze of a child
Or in the fragrance of blooming orchids
Or as you comfort a grieving friend
He is present at the first cry of a baby
And the last breath of a dying man
He is there as waves crash onto dazzling coasts
And as seagulls soar across vast white skies
Seek God as you bite into a ripe mango
Or as coconut juice quenches your thirst
The divine manifests in subtle forms.
A country without devoted patriots
is a garden without beautiful flowers;
oh, those sentinels guard their stronghold,
they protect what's precious and good!
Their bravery and courage
were instilled in them with grace,
all soldiers have breathed in
the strong scent of sage;
they have climbed that hill
so peaceful and green,
they have climbed that mountain
too far from serene,
looking forward, not back,
expecting an uneasy trail,
avoiding feeling weak!
All soldiers have inhaled
the hot sand of the desert
blown by a dry wind!
All soldiers have put
one of their own to rest,
it didn't defeat their quest!
Praise them with loving words,
shake their hand with gratitude;
make them feel rewarded
for their sacrifice and willingness
to defend America's pride:
so cherished and so loved!
Do they ever regret their choice?
Watch them marching so quietly
to the steady beat of the drum,
remembering the ones
they left behind with uncertainty;
see a tear gleaming on their cheeks,
and while the road gets
narrow and shady,
they wish to be home
and hug their darlings!
Their bravery and courage
are the main driving forces
that make soldiers stay strong,
although their thoughts
are a reflection of rage;
although their quick feet
tread the muddy paths
after a rainfall, they realize
that the day has been long:
it's calmness they seek!