Long Showers Poems
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With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on the wind. Yet, they dance in the rain, a silent symphony of knowing played on a smile, for theirs is the terrible gift of seeing the tapestry of fate woven a thread at a time, even as it pricks their fingers.? Huzefa Nalkheda wala
Hiking up the mountain, in pairs
You and I, just two more
Who settle the moments with hope,
For the tenderness that comes to life
Inside those who can feel
Feel, like you and I…
Laughter, giggling, ambling
Wandering over stones, dark pebbles,
Gravel roads, meant for those,
Who can see beyond the forest’s singing,
Into the poetry, the faith, the need
For silence that assures and agrees,
Feeling just like you and me…
Words fall between the friends,
Moist in the air – like the slow, soft breeze,
Words in rhythms, tones of light,
Feelings, blessing away the past, suspended,
In the hues so bright,
You and I, feeling so alive!
When the rain begins to melt the sugar sweet
Salty skin, trembling, beginning to believe,
We might make our way to our intention…
Only we feel the showers, melting the hours,
Blessings in liquid, spilling over the naked trees,
Spinning stories of lonely, breathing
Light as the shadows deepen, pouring over the soul,
Embracing the moments, assaulting each of us,
Pouring out a cleansing afternoon cloudburst,
Like music, she soothes and comforts…
And, as the pairs of our friends race toward shelter,
I catch my words in the back of my mind,
Not telling you – yet, somehow you can feel my message
In the heart…
As we move slowly beneath the downpour,
Securing our last place in the refuge of our vehicle,
Where the rain falls in sheets on the glass,
Refusing to listen to our wiper’s urgent swabbing,
Almost as immediately as the hand wipes the tear,
Who appears…
When you and I realize, at last, our dream has passed,
And, we’re merely walking among the shadows of the past,
Where floods of memories, like that downpour on the trail,
Sends us back to that place we always meant to forget.
Inside my chest – is that satisfaction or regret?
Never, in a downpour yet, have there been tears so alive,
As this homesick moment has shuddered and died!
Hold back, Little Heart,
Hold back the deluge of love
That threatens to gush out
From your portals
Hold back!
The object of your affection
May only require sprinkles
Tiny showers
Droplets of those emotions
That you keep in store
Hold Back!
The flood of your feelings
That could drench him to the core
Could also drown him
If he is not strong enough to swim
In your boundless sea
Hold back!
Though overwhelmed, Little Heart
Hold Back!
Know that you will not perish
With the weight of the love you bear
Keep it in check
Till one who is worthy
Gently knocks on your door
Who having tasted the droplets,
Comes thirsty for more.
Then let the floodgates go, Little Heart
Don’t hold back...one tiny drop
Set the pent up torrents free
And in that flood of passion
You will find your release!
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
But beauty cannot shield a soul bruised by goodbye,
For even the loveliest wings can’t teach a heart to fly.
He kissed her in spring, with hands laced in flame,
Then left her in silence, forgetting her name.
The garden remembers the lies he told,
Each petal a secret, each stem growing cold.
She sips the nectar now bitter with regret,
A trace of the love she cannot forget.
Her wings beat slower in the dying light,
Hope bleeding out with the fall of night.
A fairytale wilted, a dream turned to dust—
She blooms with pain, in sorrow and rust.
Midst October magnificence of Autumn's glowing radiance
My tropical country is blessed* by God with monsoon rain showers
Assuring great Yuletide season’s bountiful extravagance
Through National Quality and Productivity Month powers.
My tropical country is blessed by God with monsoon rain showers
Enforcing Health Education and Food Safety Awareness weeks…
Through National Quality and Productivity Month powers,
Universal Children and National Teachers’ Days reach feast-peaks.
Enforcing Health Education and Food Safety Awareness weeks
Assuring great Yuletide season’s bountiful extravagance
Universal Children and National Teachers’ Days reach feast-peaks
Midst October magnificence of Autumn's glowing radiance.
*Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.
October 11, 2019
Christmas time has come and gone,
T'was all we hoped t'would be.
I sit here musing by the fire,
As the wind blows through the eaves.
I dream of lazy summer days,
And fields of wild flowers;
Babbling brooks and hidden nooks,
Taking shelter from the showers.
I dream of cool yet balmy nights,
Spent in the garden swing,
Listening to the night sounds,
And loving everything.
The fire flies that flit about,
In and out of foliage,
Moistened by the evening dew,
As they make their evening voyage.
I long for summer evenings,
But for now I'm satisfied,
To look out on snowy meadows,
And the pristine country side.
This lapse shed showers of sorrows
Piercing my diamond heart with its arrows
And as it breaks within my grasp furrows
It paints little hells on my minds marrows
Oh! Pretty maiden so dark and comely
Exhuming my youthful passion spontaneously
With infectious smiles and extorted kisses
Your seduction breaks honest promises
There our shadow coupled in the pool of yesterday’s rain
Ill-memories of passionate groans and silent whisper
Accentuating painful pleasure for gain
A deluded victory, a stunting stigma,?
Growing is the ears to this confession
Of rumbling rhymes and straying clauses
Still before you condemn me pause
To this myth of contrition.?
Where the groundhog has chewed the chain link
I slip through a brittle-boned hedge
and I am there where geese sail
a puddle-deep fog.
I taste the sea in its brine-washed ripples.
Ohio spates with oceanic currents,
the Atlantic gets swept up on gull wings
surf pours West for hundreds of high miles,
then flops and pools.
The sky has fisheyes in it.
Between the blight-broken woods
aquatic scales skim, gleam
and blink over surface waters.
Long-winded showers shatter to spray,
clouds drip mist-drowned sea air's
upon a mirage of mermaids
that chase to catch them on the fly
as they plunge on
through the sodden turnpikes,
or pause to comb their sing-song hair
at the wind-swept rest stops
along Interstate 75.
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Idyllic country setting, from somewhere in the past
Imagine an expanse of rich green grass
Running up to a fence, fronting a proud red barn
The subject of this timeless, yet timely yarn …
The sky painted with bright streaks, close to sunset
Showers had been falling; the world was still wet
From the smell of Spring rains that long linger
Blended with the acrid smoke of a lone gunslinger …
The barn door lay open, not a trace of the horse
Its stall disheveled, from the application of force
The hay unheaten, drops of blood all around
And the gun of a lone gunslinger left on the ground
The owner paused a moment, then wept like a child
Unabashed, herky-jerky, without end did he cry
'Cause he knew full well, as his tears they did swell
That his steed had fallen victim to a gunslinger from Hell
The sun set in the West; night had descended
The life of the horse over, finished, ended ...
Years later folks still recalled the yarn, and the smell
Of the stall emptied by a gunslinger, by his magnum's death knell
This day is as peaceful to me, as the day has, been so long
As I listen to the birds singing just for me in their last song
Gone the summer’s greens, autumn’s leaves they descend
Critter’s out gathering their winter food, on it they depend
It is only times like this, to which I am at my most content
Memories which I hold within this Kirk yard only to me lent
So within the Kirk yard I get to see death’s glory at its best
As I read all the gravestone epitaphs, of those now, at rest
I can hear all the idle chatter; of those so unearthly ghosts
Saying to me you are welcome, as today we are your hosts
Peacefulness prevails here as only a kirk yard can ever give
As I enter another time frame, and to how folks used to live
Passed before my eyes, images of long ago to me displayed
That then disappear into the walls of the Kirk yard in a haze
Ghostly figures; stop to stare at me, in their own eerily way
Watching me, as I am dressed in clothes of the modern day
Silence, not one word spoken, fear this moment shall break
With every image captured within my own mind I doth take
A sun sets with a sad loneliness, laden under its own weight
With each gravestone whispering until I reach the iron gates
This kirk yard is now dampened with the coming of the night
Only it to flourish once more come tomorrow’s early sunlight
I, a soul so tired, and weary, as seen etched across my face
Passing beneath the gate lamp, it showers me with its grace
Won’t be long, before they as carry me through these gates
Where, I become a part of its wealth that just for me awaits
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
I dreamt one night, that we were both under an old tree.
I was laying in your lap & we felt so completely free.
Like we were in another life, time or world.
While staring at the cloud in the shape of a bird.
We were surrounded by a field of multi-colored flowers.
The only thing that could grow something so beautiful & sparkle, would be the soft rain showers.
You were you and I was me.
And we felt like one because we found the missing key.
No gimmicks or disguises could ever separate us again.
Because, we mastered the art of recognizing one another even with all the trends.
That dream was so beautiful & I never felt more at peace.
It's like your mind, body & soul combined with all the bad and finally released.
I know it was only dream from my mind to my heart.
I'm glad I could find the words to piece together this dream and articulate from the start.