Long Raining Poems
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Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining?
That it's cold outside and no one's on the street
When the wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour
And the earth decides to shake its fist at me
When the elements electrocute my senses
And lightning carves the sky with angry streaks
When flying branches shatter picket fences
And thunder gives an awe inspiring speech
When the water that surrounds me churns and vomits
And the shoreline has no choice but to retreat
Not a morsel of my soul is craving shelter
I choke on rain and plant my stubborn feet
This is the fragile life that we inherit
These are the numbered days that mark my place
The Earth can be so damn intimidating
But I'm happy any time it shows its face
The Love Rose
Love like a red rose bloomed in our hearts
It grew in time but was disguised
Hidden thorns prick and stings in our souls
Until there is no more to unfold
It’s season’s change and love now grows cold
Our lives circled out of control
Sweet smelling scent of love has vanished
Broken hearts with gloom are banished
Nectar of love vapor
Crimson petals fall in the glistening rain
Lapse of time between us has refrain
Thinking our destiny was love bound
Captivating passions spellbound
The wilting desert rose cannot survive
If not rekindled with the sky’s
Raining tears of restoration
Memories in admiration
Can we again fall in love?
Love like petals falling to the ground
Parting wasn’t in the foreground
Essence of love renews our romance
Alive our hearts still dance
Your ear to my breast hear it bellow
My words in my being echo
Waiting for your riposte
My beating remains innermost
I’m still in love with you
For our love never really grows cold
Unless you want to let it go
So like the rose lets try a new bloom
Take in all joys and refresh anew
Love like a red rose blooms in our hearts
Its thorns now guards and not disguised
Our souls were never disconnected
We are bound forevermore
I’m still in love with you
As we walk among our flowers
We feel the scent of love again!
Margaret Franceschini September 26, 2014
The warmest kiss came in the Summer rain
when our kisses were hungry and raindrops fell
passion lived in the moments we'd sustain
that carried our hearts to a lover's well
to quench the longing thirst a kiss restores
as we cast fate into a rainy day
the warm rain invited our souls to soar
into the rain-filled clouds where we will stay
till' we fell to earth with rain down our face
our bodies soaked deep within our core
Summer rain left our lover's trail to trace
in tracks, we left upon the earthen floor
To find in Summer rain a lover's bliss
We burned the lips of passion with each kiss
Im not breathing unless it's raining.
There is no more containing.
There is nothing left remaining.
Blame it on the stars.
Blame is on the scars.
Blame it on the cigars.
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here.
This feeling i feel is severe.
Don't hate me my dear.
I never really had a chance.
One more dance.
They say you go through a trance.
To get to the other side.
There is no guide.
The forbidden truth, they hide.
You're the only reason I would want to get caught in the rain.
Stand in the rain, Stand through the pain.
You cant rid these thoughts from my brain.
Back into the earth's dirt.
Death won't be able to have me convert.
Spirits you can not hurt.
A single tear drips from your eye.
It's okay to say goodbye.
For it is my time to die.
Warning: vaguely gross content... hmm, can something be ‘vaguely’ gross?
NO TOILETS IN THE SKY
To the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky (loosely)
Santa’s doing tinkles as he travels on his way
Sprinkling golden showers ’cross the moonlit sky today
He has no private place to pee which fills him with dismay
For there’s no public toilets... in the Milky Way
Santa’s got his legs crossed cos he’s been out on the beer
His guts are throwing tantrums and he wishes home was near
He knows he’s gonna poo his pants that fact is fairly clear
For there’s no public toilets... in the upper atmosphere
He needs to go
He needs to pray
No toilets in the sky
Santa hits some turbulence and says a little prayer
He needs to poo and piddle but there’s nowhere private there
He’s sure he gonna throw up and become a vomit sprayer
For there’s no public toilets... in the ozone layer
Santa’s gonna poop himself, how will he show his face
Public humiliation, and permanent disgrace
He can’t hold on much longer, though he needs a private place
For there’s no public toilets... on the edge of space
He needs to go
He needs to pray
No toilets in the sky
Santa belched and burped and then his tummy grumbled loud
His fart was wet but silent, he was glad because he’s proud
Santa’s really trying not to throw up over crowds
For there’s no public toilets... high above the clouds
Santa’s doubled up, good job the reindeer know the way
He’s squirting out of every orifice a putrid spray
All kinds of hell are raining down on Earth this Christmas Day
For there’s no public toilets... in the Milky Way
He needs to go
He needs to pray
No toilets in the sky
No toilets in the sky
No toilets in the sky
Huge raining time, but no pain in sky heart
Heron is flying with white could mountain
Under the shadow I'm walking towards
Blue sea crackling the address of shedding
Two birds tweeting for aching foodless life
Lockdown under unlock key to breathe good
Drizzle running after joking hotness
Sudden raindrops drenching veins of fever
Henna on your hairs digging noiseless grave
Black Sabbath singing loudly- God is dead
Ending stream comes but not with sole stoppage
Gruff truth playing with prayer of explore
Puzzled eyes groping in the barren womb
Time to lame time spreading unsure theory
01.07.2020 Chattogram
The sun takes its dark leave
Leaving night to reign again
For all the hours it’s assigned
The sun, I know, will rise again
To chase away the shadows haunting me
But until then I’m left feeling cold
Can’t you feel it in the wind?
See it raining from the sky?
Maybe it’s only me
Left hung out to dry
Freezing in the summer
Beneath the scalding summer sun
You were my source of light and heat
Now that you’re gone
It all seems to go a little slower
As if time itself had frozen still
The world’s so much colder
Down inside this crater we formed
With the edges we made far too smooth
Time will pass as it has done
All these years before and during
But then why am I still here?
In what seems like permanent mourning?
I can see what we had planned
A future burning brightly
But all that’s left now is the past
And my memories I clutch so tightly
She feels thirsty
when we need water,
She feels hungry
when we need bread and butter,
She feels happy
when we fly to our goal,
She stays nice
when we pursue our soul ,
Tears come out her eye
when we are in threat,
O'dear Mother
you are really great.
Mountains broken into pieces
with her anger,
Clouds started raining
with her pleasure,
Flowers blossomed in garden
with her chuckle,
storm started blowing
when she was in trouble,
Her blessing hand
always sanctified our heart,
O'dear mother
you are really great.
She tied our soul
with a single thread,
She revealed the fact
how to earn our bread,
She preached very nice
how to wipe out mud,
Without her aegis
everything is odd,
I pray for her
for a good health,
O'dear mother
you are really great.
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Blue bird in a gilded cage:
But not as much as a single whistle from it,
and no piping, not even a proverbial peep,
only deafening silence from behind the bars.
To get the little blue beast to sing!
One plays it a symphony by Dvorak:
Nothing. There's only silence from the bird.
One plays the budgie some Smetana:
Again, nothing but silence from within the cage.
Beethoven then. Surely the Master's music
will get this avian singing again.
Alas, it's all to no avail. One only gets blank stares from the bird.
But, it's time for one last try, hope against hope:
One plays the feathery, captive foil
the Jimi Hendrix Experience, plays their "Still Raining, Still Dreaming":
The budgie suddenly chirps out loud in Martian:
Whistles songs from very far away, yet from very, very near,
and at one and the same time:
Sings, fluting, songs from Everywhere, songs from Nowhere,
songs without limits, ones without an end,
songs sang backwards and forwards at once,
faster than the speed of sound.
"no longer mute"
I will turn back the pages of my life
to a dark time
a time when I had no voice
I was trapped by abuse
I lived in fear each day
when I met him he was extraordinary
so courteous, kind
handsome
then, I moved in with him
and suddenly, I became a slave
he was cruel with his words
hateful and insulting
if I spoke up I was threatened
he convinced me I was stupid
ugly and nobody loved me
or wanted me
I looked down
and seldom spoke
I had to do what he wanted
or else
I was
trapped
and I feared for my life
realizing that he had pushed away
every friend I had
and I was ashamed to go home
to mom and dad
until
one night I had to get out for a bit
so I told him we needed milk
I walked down the street with no destination
a car pulled up
do you want a ride
not sure why
but I got in his car
you look sad he said
not sure why but I told him my story
crying
we drove around for a bit
till he pulled up exactly where he found me
this is what you will do
when he leaves for work tomorrow
call in sick to work
gather a few things
and leave and never return
go home to your parents
that is what I did the next morning
now, when I think of this man
I think he was an angel sent to help me
it was raining that day I left
without looking back
and I walked for miles and miles
feeling the freedom
went for a cafe, and had another
called my parents
dad came to pick me up
I felt battered and broken
I slept for days
my parents took care of me
even took me to buy new clothes
supported me back to myself
no longer mute
no longer abused
I realize that I was lucky
that I had parents and a home
but, I urge any woman
trapped in a similar relationship
to just walk or run away
before it is too late
get help