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She was on her way to work
A sixty-minute drive she made every day
It was a rainy day, drizzly, a Monday
Her car flipped in every conceivable way
Her children were at school not knowing
That their lives were being turned upside down
The five-year-old was coloring and laughing.
The six-teen-year-old was with friends, hanging around.
The first responders knew they had a Mom,
From the coloring pages in the back seat,
She was non-responsive, already gone.
They tucked the sheet over her body, nice and neat.
There was a hushed silence for the loss of life.
Some said prayers, some cried tears for the unknown mom,
For somebody’s mother, somebody’s wife,
A young woman who was gone too early in years.
All of us in shock, no one felt exactly like another,
As we watched twenty-four sixteen-year-old girls
Attend a funeral for one of their friend’s mother
And we all saw a small motherless five-year-old boy.
It was one of the saddest funerals I have ever attended.
Everyone seemed to be in shock, consumed by grief.
Taught to all by an ordinary Monday with a bit of rain,
Live every day your best living, because life can be brief.
I woke up stretching
To the sounds of rainfall
After weeks of summertime fun
I couldn’t be sad for my friend Sol
Knowing he’d be back soon enough
Tons of good books set aside
Begging for my attention
Later this afternoon
I’ll make popcorn
Cuddle up
Watch a movie
Things I haven’t done
In so many weeks
But first things first
I will find my galoshes
Dress up in my bright yellow raingear
Embrace this rainfall too delightful
And jump in every puddle I can!
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on Noivember 6, 2022 for contest INSPIRING RAINY DAYS sponsored by SOTTO POET - RANKED 3RD
and September 10, 2018 for contest A RAINY DAY (photo #2) sponsored by SARA KENDRICK - RANKED 5TH
I belong to you by right,
because I indefinitely possess
your captured heart;
and I can't settle for anything less!
Your innocence and true smile,
quickly tempted me to do
the unthinkable and the impossible;
like a lightining out of the blue...
you led me all the way through,
and made miracles happen for two!
I belong to you by right,
believe it with all your might;
I can make big things happen...
make a rainy day shine brighter
than that unreachable star
and bring you closer to Heaven!
Love can make every heart come alive,
and we shouldn't let it slide;
but love that incredible moment
with passion and sentiment!
I belong to you by right,
yes,let's become one tonight;
I belong to you by right...
let's believe in what feels right!
Raindrops are falling from the skies,
Tears are smiling like so dumb of lies.
Play with me in this rainy day!
We’ll run like kids in a one sunny day!
Waters are rushing on your feet.
Cover your head and we’ll sing this musical beat.
Splash your shoes in a watery road,
Hear those slurps with your heavy load.
I’ll enjoy this moment while I have you!
Hope you are feeling the same way too.
I wish you would use me in all your trips.
Serve you better until the last of my strips
Climate does change but hope you’ll not.
Use me still even I have so many knots.
I’ll always be here in your side my darling.
I’m your amazing umbrella ready for any tripping.
When we first met
Your light blinded my senses
I got too close
When your presence obliterated my fences
No boundaries with you
Your fragrance made me tired
As your promise of passion
Got my furnace all fired
....up
Up, Up, Up to your face
Of golden beauty
Causing me to forget
My marital duty
Promises, Promises
Just words spoken on a rainy day
But this is real, because I can feel
All that my flesh wants to say
...downward
Wait, where am I
What are these silky threads
That are so soft
My heart presses my mind to dread
The sleep has waned to a stupor
And my legs are wobbly with lack
What brought me to this...place
I don't think I can get back
...on track
Oh, there is no track
I'll just lie down for a while
"GET up you sluggard!
Your husband knows you're defiled!"
My body becomes limp
With every try to stand erect
The threads grow tighter
And burden my elect
...tion, shunned
............what have I DONE!
MY LORD...WHAT HAVE I DONE
JESUS! PLEASE COME
That cry, that Tehillah cry
Brought down Daddy God
Who knew all along
That THIS road I must trod
So that the lies of wrong vs right
Would never persuade me again
Because the long and short of "sin"
Is doing anything without HIM
The reason HE is in charge
Is because HE walked the way out of hell
When I chose to yell and expel the enemy
I walked out as well, now I am charged to tell
....YELL HIS NAME
HIS EARS HEAR
His arms are infinitely lengthened
His LOVE is all encompassing
To find His children and strengthen
....the heart to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2019
Note: A tehillah praise is a yielded heart cry that reaches a LOVING God from a place of complete dependence. I can't count the times, when in the night, I have said, "JESUS!" What I find, every time, is that He is the overseer, pulling out of me, strength, and resilience I was unaware of, and it can only be found IN Him. Oh, and the first time I heard of this type of cry, was listening to Tommy Bates. That message is on YouTube. Check it out.
It is that of the rain to which falls.
That of a winter wind to which blows.
It is of the rain drop to which started this day.
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day.
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed.
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form.
There I lay, with a thought of you this day.
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day.
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder.
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall.
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall.
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets.
Wishing you was at my needs.
As it is with my heart to which reins for you.
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you.
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about.
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground.
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love.
It’s there I want to experience drops with you.
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode.
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness.
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave.
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.
On this morning Thomas awoke
Ready to take on a forecast predicting he would get soaked
Still doubting thinking meteorology was a joke
Headed outside
Winds blowing no lie
Running back under covers
Twenty four hours washed out waiting for another
Throughout the rainy day
Wondering if everything was okay
“I have nothing to say”
Doubting Thomas peeked out to skies angry and grey
But for a second a glimmer of sun
Storm must be done
Opened the door
And there was good old Danny on his stage floor
“We are in the eye
Bad weather has not said good bye
Could you spare a nickel and dime?
For the information I told you on my mind”
Securing all his shutters
Doubting Thomas prayed to the Holy Mother
Hoping this will end
Leaving the destructive mess to mend
Bed is the place to be
Tomorrow work to pick up the debris
Due to Dan
Monitoring his five and dime climate stand
Doubting Thomas was not in a life threatening jam
Only to hear the message ‘stay at home’
‘All alone’
‘Sit by the phone’
‘For the call
That is all’
This was an honest warning
Informing
Reporting that water is pouring
Instead of ignoring
About this time that was not boring
Since Thomas must
Prepare to fix damage from the element’s fuss
Without any cuss
Replacing it with community trust
It is a lesson in concern
Knowledge stand firm
For others not to get burned
Getting caught in a situation
Where they are facing
Natural trouble
Distant from their corporate bubble
This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold.
I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old
I need to find the right home for it before I die.
I'll explain its importance if you're wondering why.
You see, it's been a treasure since before I was born.
My father found it buried in a city that was war torn.
He marveled that among all the rubble and concrete,
no scratch marred its beauty nor was it burned by heat.
It graced our living room with the status of a Queen,
Most beautiful Brazilian Rosewood vanity ever seen.
Father had to have it to match the great beauty of his wife,
Adrianna, was fragile and giving birth to me took her life.
Father gave me the vanity, a priceless piece, an heirloom.
One rainy day I was bored and was dancing around my room.
I bumped into the vanity and from behind a drawer fell a note...
"Who ever finds this, look for the secret," my Mother wrote.
That was seventy years ago, and no secret did I ever find.
Age has taken my strength away and now that I am blind,
I can no longer search for the secret within this vanity.
I want it to belong to someone kind while I still have my sanity.
It's being auctioned by verbal bid so I can hear the voice
of the one I deem worthy of my treasure. I'll make the final choice.
Money is no longer important so the auctioneer will look to me
when that special voice I hear, I'll nod and that bid will be the fee.
I've set no starting bid and no reserve for it's time to let it go.
Come, take a look. Rub your hand across the wood grain's glow.
I hope you will find the secret my Mother hid so well inside,
perhaps a young man will take it home, as a gift for his bride.
The value to me is priceless, and I would sell it for only a cent.
If I hear something in your voice, I will know for you it's meant.
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February 24, 2016 " The Auctioneer Contest by Mystic Rose
Weathered tree
Silence speaks;
Vibrant wisdom
~~~~~~~~~
Dark night
Rainy interlude;
Noisy cicadas
~~~~~~~~~
Weird weather
Hot yet cold;
Temperamental
~~~~~~~~~
Marathon man
Old yet supple;
Stoic dimension
~~~~~~~~~
Getaway moment
Poolside meditation;
Peace of mind
~~~~~~~~~
Another tryst
Rainy day moments;
Abrupt satisfaction
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of morning
Sun streams streak;
Darkness stumbles
~~~~~~~~~
Two butterflies
Sunny frolic here;
Balcony flowers
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit shoppe
Choice produce;
Worldly harvest
~~~~~~~~~
Design motifs
Artworks on display;
Old China glimpses
~~~~~~~~~
Haunting echoes
Faded agendas;
Dusty old books
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku breath
One stroke swiftly;
Experience collects
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight
Serenade;
Sleepy dreams
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2015
Singapore
"The White Noise Bukowski"
Dreams
are playing fields
where scenarios
can be altered
at the whim
of the voyeur.
sometimes
“they” come to you
in dreams
and your time
is manipulated.
“they” reveal
their messages.
soul to soul.
blue avians
like singing
blue birds,
they come anytime,
not just nightly nightingales.
they slip in,
hovering over your
secret time,
singular or plural.
there is always
some ulterior meaning
in the rhyme,
in which they
turn your channel on,
express themselves
to you, Bukowski -
they visit you,
in the white noise.
the blues bring it on.
tall whites whisper
in your glazed glass mind.
visions not nearly clear,
seen for what they
really mean.
levels of descent
are freedom of will.
mistakes and errors
are necessary,
for novitiates
to elevate.
what’s the point
of the make, if not?
shades light and dark
blend complimentary
taken to shape,
the elongated decisions
for you.
you sometimes hesitate,
you sometimes wake,
before the message
comes in clearer to you,
breaks the forward way, for you;
when you’re
the one holding the key
to the gate, in dreams -
'tis your choice
to turn ignition on,
salute ignorance
turn your back
on what was,
take the risk to
dive off boards you
walk daily
in repeating grooves,
change up to 5
targa gears.
transition rough
or smooth;
warp speed
recommended,
for successful
take off.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
"Above the vault over their heads
was what looked like a throne of lapis lazuli,
and high above on the throne was a figure
like that of a man.
I saw that from what appeared to be his waist up
he looked like glowing metal, as if full of fire,
and that from there down he looked like fire;
and brilliant light surrounded him.
Like the appearance of a rainbow
in the clouds on a rainy day,
so was the radiance around him."
merkaba.
"Blue Bird", Bukowski.