Long Showering Poems

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The Cloudy Sky

Rains made the nature so clean,
Shadow of clouds made it more green.
The layers of clouds darken the sky.
Sunrays are restrained to pass by.

The layers are dense and thick.
But, somewhere they are weak.
Like a poor man's torn blanket,
Cannot stop sun to peep through it.

Penetrated by a few sun-rays,
Bright lines are drawn in greys,
Like silver magical stick of a fairy
Showering boon of life and merry.

Roam your vision in the clouds.
Let your imagination come out.
Can you see a sheep or a deer?
Faces of crocodiles may appear.

It's only the cloudy sky, I must say,
You can stare with naked eyes in mid-day.
As soon as the season is not rainy,
You can't do so when sun is shiny.
Form: Quatrain


If Men Ruled the World

If men ruled the world,
There would be room in the garage for the car,
There would be less pollution,
As everyone would take first available car park, 
Instead of keeping the engine running and double parking
While waiting for one closest to shop door.

If men ruled the world,
All houses would have a man cave,
Preferably with a good library.

If men ruled the world,
Taking out the garbage would be a shared experience.
Wardrobe space would be divided in half
And the number of shoes one person could own would be limited.

If men ruled the world,
How to keep crumbs and spills off clothes,
Would no longer be a secret known only to women.
We would all only buy the one thing we came into the shop for.


If men ruled the world,
Water would be conserved
By only showering every other day. 
All children would get to jump in puddles
And they would not be allowed to come inside,
Without a little dirt on their Knees 
Or under their nails.

If men ruled the world,
One suit case per person would be sufficient,
For a family holiday. 

If men ruled the world,
How to store items so they won't fall on your head,
Would be a core subject in school,
As would giving men time to carry out first instruction,
Before second, third or fourth is given.

Contentment

Once a fairy stopped by a garden,
all children shouted in glee.

One wish I will grant you,
ask whatever that may be.

I want to sit on a rainbow said one little boy
It is so beautiful it will give me joy

Each child had a different wish
each wish was wonderful

I want to sleep on a bed of clouds
oh! so soft and fluffy

I want fly along with the winds
and watch many different things

I wish to touch the moon
please do grand the boon

I wish I could kiss the stars in the sky
said one little boy waving his soft toy

I wish I had a magic wand
that would suffice all my wants

One girl stood there by the side
Sad look on her face

Tell me what you want said fairy
showering her grace

"Give me the gift of contentment
may I never ask anything from thee"

"So be it!" said the fairy
Girls face lit up in glee

And she became the happiest child
one can ever be!
Form:

Who Knows You Better Than Yourself

If Christmas is truly meant as to be a
celebration of love 

Showering and appreciating what
other's mean unto only thee

Rather than for simply giving and
receiving gift's 

Then why not truly revel in it's true meaning

And let the people who mean everything 
and most in this here world unto thee

Know without a hint or shadow of a doubt

That when it comes to love

Love is what you mean unto only them

And there is no single starting place
inside your heart you can hide this
fundamental truth

As there would be absolutely no point in
lying about something so important as
matter's of one's heart

Because as and when it comes to the
giving of gifts go 

The heart over rules the head not some
of the time but every single time

And if you so wish to choose to believe
that

The only person in reality you are trying
to fool

Is no other than you yourself 

And the long term damage cost and toll
it renders upon your soul

And also the fact this particular gift can
no more be regifted as it may be returned

As it is not worthy of a note of credit

Unlike love which on the other hand is
priceless due to it being both precious
and rare and in limited supply 

The likes of which people are willing
to put their heart's on the line for and
die in order to protect 

So why this Christmas give someone
this and that just me saying 

The very best gift above everything and all

But after all it is your call and solely up to you

It may cost very little but I promise you
what you get back in return is absolutely

Priceless as all you need is Love

I Will Never Kiss Those Lips

Well there you are
I have slithered into the wrong home tonight it seems
I sniffed out the repugnant ward and I don’t like what I see
You were magnificent in the face of all beholding you
But your conceit is a trap that even I, the snake, have fallen into
You mask yourself with humility
You compliment me to gain
Begging for the summer rain
Begging for the words that would settle your brain
You got it
But instead it rained on me
Showering me with dangling promises
As typical as can be
Empty
These words so execrably wasted on you
As if for a moment I could even dare CRAVE a poem for you
I do not hate you
I cannot love you
At times I do not know what to feel
Why do you do this? 
Put on a show and hope someone will notice? 
Do you want a nice pat on the back?

I am armless; I am all but muscle and scales
I am a dead carcass and yet you continue to compliment
The beauty of my revulsion 
I hold it to my heart
This trap you set 
I helped you set it right from the start
And you have forced upon me the mere THOUGHT of you
Taking away from my bitter lines 
What empty necessity I have turned out to be
Some kind of trophy coiled around your feet
Walking all over me

I’ve hissed and I’ve hurled insult 
And the rain pitter-pattered my distain
You rested knowing I would remain
You needed reassurance
You always needed GAIN

Well I’ll tell you
This serpent is drained
And oh how I hiss
I will not change into that typical mistress
That settles your conscience with a kiss
You will not have me 
I will never kiss those lips

For you are as fake as can be
And not even a snake like me
Will help you in the deceiving
As everyone watches your show
The only one truly believing
Is YOU 

Don’t hesitate out the door
I’ll swallow you whole


Mr Winter

Mr. Winterful

Winter flakes fall ever so lightly
Blanketing the land ever so slightly.

Showering hypnotic flakes as I drive 
around.
Entrancing sleep as they gingerly float 
down.

Each flake different in size and in shape.
A winter wonderland of a white landscape.

Walking in town the snow flakes melt 
upon my lips.
The winter wind grows colder as the 
temperature dips. 

People clutch at their coats as winter 
winds thrash.
As the snow and the wind swirl into a wild 
mishmash.

Darkness falls upon~ the white covered 
showcase.
Drifts of snow shift and blow all over the 
place.

I snuggle under my blankets and feel 
toasty warm.
As Mr. Winter continues on to fall free-
form.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Eat the Sun

I can see the Rays of Hope radiate shine down on me 
I can feel the glistening waterfall sprinkling showering 
And I see the leaves of the trees following me covering me 
I feel caressed even blessed more than anything 
I can see the blades of grasses wave at me as I walk by 
I can see the Sparrow lighting over there feeding its young, as I become 
For I'm illuminated by nature and what is become all of God's creation I Endure
I take care of I Am The Creator's caretaker 
As I embark of this holy mission I no longer run I stand still 
I see beauty surrounds me as I taste the manna falling down 
Baked in Heaven's kitchen I partake of it as I 

Eat the Sun


Written by James Edward Lee Sr
July 31 2017©

Premium Member Autumn Breeze

AUTUMN BREEZE 

         Leaves murmur, flowers shiver 
          on touch of Autumn breeze
          Heart-piercing passion, emerald emotion 
                 I wish to release.

           Calm cool carefree breeze
           sometimes to flow sometimes to cease.
           Quite soft serene soothing,
           Mild touch and smooth breathing
           Pleasant breeze gently blowing at ease.
             Flowers welcome humming bee and fluttering butterfly
              with fragrance and sweet honey
            
                      Autumn breeze carries
                ardent aroma, alluring charm of freshness.
               Rains left showering, moistening dry Earth.
             Torn pieces of drifted cumulus clouds
            roaming as pretty posy
            floating hither thither on cerulean sky.             
          Autumn breeze reminiscing lavender love of bygone days.                 


    10/04/16
Form: Verse

When Kingdoms Collide

When Kingdoms collide…

Kingdoms collide in epic splendor,
Showering sparks from clashing titans,
A ripple in time interrupted by galaxy’s storm
The past, the present, the future synchronized for one monumental push,
As eastern skies peel back, revealing a great and terrible day,
Lightning flashes through shades of dull grey skies
Like veins bulging from a strong mans arm
The hills reflecting golden streams of light
As sunshine breaks the canopy overhead
Thunder’s distant low rumble, rolling over hills
Like an armed Cavalry on billowing clouds 
Like avalanches roaring down steep, rocky mountainsides.
With the sounding of the trumpet, the horse and rider poised,
The Heavens rejoice at the consummation of the bridegroom
With His bride,
And multitudes on clouds will rise, When Kingdoms collide.
© Angel Fire  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

The Letter

Looking for words, nicer, softer, fluffy. To drain out emotions and feelings, to pass time. I once pleaded poetry to stay with me, probably did not work. Not sure.

A little face, with beautiful eyes asked me, “Do you know me?”
“ I am a stranger, are you allowed to talk to stranger?”
“ I don’t know.”
“ I don’t know, either.”

Dreams are like showering rain, dreams are like thunders. Dreams with gullibility, dreams with negativity, dreams with total nothingness.

“ Are you allowed to dream? Outside routine work?”
“We are kid landers. We do not need dream interpreters. We can manage our dreams. Can you?”
A little pause. A little pondering.

“Kid landers do cry, don’t they?”
“Why are you  asking ?”
“I need a day to fix the understanding. It’s a holiday for understanding. Need to catch tomorrow.”
“ Don’t forget, I will wait then.”
“I will not. Stay.”
Form: Prose

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