Long Showering Poems
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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.
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.
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:
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
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. 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.
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©
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
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.
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.”