Long Showery Poems

Good Evening, the BBC presents
The highlights from the days events

I pass you now to Sally Hughes
Who brings you all the evening news

Today in Paris, bomb explode, did
With paralise, electric grid
The Gendarme closed major routes
While soldiers...

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I wake up in the middle of night, 
and lose myself in meandering  thoughts,
I can not rest until I ponder about you, 
At least for a few precious moments! 

It becomes very dark, it becomes hauntingly lonely, 
How...

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Monsoon Melody

Winged postal horses of poetic turf
Seemingly preoccupied in scratching an itch
Inflicted upon by our toxic refuge,
It would be a bit too much
Expecting black clouds to fetch
Vivid glimpse of not so far past
Silently fading in...

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Of Tears And Brolly 

Funny how sad 
     raindrops feel, 
Weather as mad
     as a glockenspiel,
Tinkling on our skin 
     like an overture...

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On my death bed, 
I will shake the warm hands of death
Like a revered ofo-title holder. 
Clutch him in warm embrace. 
For his cold hands are for the 
Lovers of his hate: life. 

On my...

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The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
 Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath

The ointment was done and gone 
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa...

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An erotic lettuce leaf. Strip. Then consume. Consumption of consummation is quite colourful in a layered green hue. But how often barbarians liberate barbeques with a token. How quite unfortunate for a flame to flambé....

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Eyecatcher watch the showery inky sky
Focus eyes saw a thousand stars go by.
They sang paradise tweet songs in the tree
While going up on all branches to see 
The stars bringing down gems from heaven,
Many earthworms,...

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So, what does Nature
and Her Winter suggest?

that death is but a sleep
before a refreshing showery
sunny new awakening

that each resting kernel of being
is a blossom again to come forth
perennials of form with lofting 
scents and beguiling...

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Eyecatcher under showery spring sky
Focus eyes saw a thousand stars go by.
They sang paradise songs in the tree
As they went up on branches to see 
What the rain brought down from heaven,
The earthworm, borne the...

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After this hot summer days,
I saw every bird on their ways,
To find a roof upon their heads,
Shortly, each bird will be seen on every window,
And enjoying the drops as television premier!

Along this pleasurable cloudburst,
There also...

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Catching faint echoes from some distant valleys     
proclaiming the truths in life’s great mysteries -   
music finds me.           ...

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On summer nights
Nostalgia's muse revives
Scent of jasmine
Fig tree fragrance fuses
Memories meander 
Minty ice cream flavours 
Add sweetness to hungry kisses

Star gazing to cricket symphony
Roof top whispers of love's infinity
Days drenched with salty waves
Sun flared skin...

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Cradle your love gently in caring hands
Tenderly as velvety fine grained-sands
Be the rainbow in their showery days
Today tomorrow forever always.

Love graceful as pirouetting snowflakes
Enfold with warmth of a loving embrace
The life changing gift tied up...

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The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.

When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I...

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Billowing nimbus writhe in charcoal sky,
zephyr winds whisk waves over briny seas.
I watch, observing clouds hastening by
on showery Summer days such as these,
as crystal raindrops soak my thin chemise.
I seek shelter 'neath a swaying date...

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*For Deborah Guzzi's The Twining Contest... 
*Co written with Linda-Marie Bariana

"Calendar Caviar"

Windy Winter,
Snowy, chilling cold,
Shivering frosty flakes blow.

Winter runs from Spring peeking back
With childlike eyes, seasons hide and seek.

Showery Spring rains,
Thunder, lightening on window panes,
With...

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Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summers day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.

The rain are heavens tear drops
Which make all things grow.
Our moon is an orchestra
That make the oceans ebb and...

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THE PENDULUM

Known as the arena of the blind,
confusion exploits the restless mind.
Scolding the fever of Summer heat,
nagging the Winter showery treat,
oblivious of life’s true intent
never, they are content.

In all it’s mayhem, it’s divine.
Echoes symphonize in...

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