Long Umbrella Poems

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NOW FAR AWAY YOU ARE

T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you departed to leave me in tears, 
My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse,
Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears,
Because I know now you are no more near.

You left through the corridors of November,
Twenty eight is a number I will forever remember,
It can't even be withered by any winter,
As long as the sun shines and the stars twinkle,
I will remember you even after my cheeks wrinkle.

I came out first under your big umbrella,
You rhymed my name and I became a Cinderella,
You left me on a path illuminated in high candela,
You decorated my life with beautiful chandeliers,
You poured wisdom full into my many tumblers.
Before God made all the angels your trumpeters.

Now with God your soul now forever stays,
Your demise messaged more things than you could say,
To your honour I shall live my days,
May God almighty continue to guide my ways,
Rest on dad, till we shall meet at the heavenly quays.
Form: Rhyme


Risque Triplets

      Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem
      Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple
      Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them
      

      Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel
      Charcoal meats mesh ashes as a couple 
      Ambidextrous temptress directs a dirty rehearsal 


      Slides snakelike under bellies of cavernous crime
      Noir nymph' s naughty retorts immortal 
      Eclipses mens' deception with suspense sublime


      Renee seeps charisma, dripped dagger stalactites 
      Fever lucid rouge cog spins fire's scorch
      Sword slung blood hungry royalty raunchily ignites 


      Challenges zealous volunteers alter ideal rhythm 
      Their arteries' iron absorbed easily by hers
      Victims slump lethargic in archer's hearty system
      

      Daisy cartwheels through clouds of chaste cherubs
      Recklessly devours disappearing desserts
      Meringue marries her tongue to immaculate merit

      
      Sunrise serene promise of peace glides with dove
      Subtle touch petal's glitter silken sensual 
      Agitates a fragile ego to dream unconditional love 
   
      
       Virgin indulges a glutton with wedding splendour
       Impulsive maid skips in fields plentiful 
       Expressive poses pollinate their dramatic detour


        Reunited trio resplendent, red black white card
        Dervish of dizzying seductive curses
        Climb dandelion conducted, an angel on guard 
      

      


                    26th April 
        Tantalising Apparitions!
Form: Rhyme

Ancient Ruins

The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.
His anecdotal spiel is by rote. His shtick is fact-slim
and slick, but it’s also my current gestalt as I am dragged
unwillingly along by his CliffsNotes speech.

What catches my wandering eye is that this one ruined effigy
is a fair facsimile of myself. He (a god/king
of some minor something), looks mildly disgusted, as if
a bothersome fly had landed on his crumbling nose.
My world-weary face reflects perfectly that sour mien.

At last I am processed meekly back onto the tour bus,
where predictably, my fellow passengers are already
peering forward into a new fancifully imagined past
from an equally fanciful present.

When I cry

When I cry 

Once upon a time I was very upset why?
I was updating my change of challenges to my unit of family. But I was very upset?

I am so kind that you know but you are the king of this planet who doesn't share the help 
But I was so upset?

 You have been having many pages of notes 
To prove that lords & goddess exist but A smile like A crow you don't know how to welcome them but I am upset?

You are just cheating in humanity that this is ,Kalyug, A smile tomorrow nerve comes 
But I am very upset?

One day I was sitting in a rain of my tears you All making laugh on me because clouds was only dark you All are dry of clothes your skin is not wet by the rain.only thunders of laughter and laughter My tears My blood my family your throwing words for shame you made me to called me money of monkey death is here 
Rude I am update your  time.but I am upset?

Because I am alone sometimes and remember my didi (akka)she holds the umbrella when I cry....?

With love all 
OM Jagdish
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Rebecca Brings the Rainbow

Drizzling drippy dismal draining dour day
Somber, sad, slick, sloshy, slippery shoes
My mood morose, melancholy, miniscule.
Until I saw Rebecca with her rainbow umbrella.

She was marching in the rain, leaving a trail of joy
Slap Slip Slap Slap Sip Slap A happy cadence
An excited, enthusiastic trail of rainbow tail followed her
Snaking around the streets in a heroically happy fashion.

I was amazed and amused by the ambiance of Rebecca.
She had brought sunshine and cheer to a write-off day
She was a terrific reminder that rainbows are brought by rain
I watched her skip and hop, and I wanted to be her happy boots.
joy
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Singerisland

A lovely walk, a promenade leads the way
Burnt orange succulents stand like bushes serene
Crushed tepid deep, whitewash stirs up behind the scenes
Delightful blends of blue sky in-between
Entwined the seaweed branching out for a reach
Finely tuned trumpet sounds of swoosh on the beach
Glassy prisms beam through dark shades
Horizon blended ocean, sky, behind palisades
Intruders running 'round, sand in face
Jelly fish glow and charm with grace
Krutsinger Island, the sign reads
Lover’s bed and breakfast needs
Men and woman frolicking in the water
Naked babies cry out with laughter
Oceanic mammals creep by
Palm trees, flowing, occupy
Quietly recedes then tosses its sea
Rentals, beachcombers welcome 
Surfers ride their boards for fun
Tingling with a cooling breeze
Umbrella of waves, high tides come and go
Verdant colors make for radiant seascape
Whales bellowing blow show
Xanadu paradise plan your escape
Yachting, sailing, tagging and more
Zanzibar coastal getaway tours
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tale of a Tail: a Monotetra

This umbrella thing is not cool
I feel like such a silly fool
since I'm on my way to the pool
It's not a rule      It's not a rule

It's purple satin edged with pearls
Cute when carried by little girls
but too fancy for us squirrels
Yes, it furls        Yes, it furls

It doesn't work well with my shape
I might stay drier with a cape
when over my tail it would drape
Like a serape      Like a serape

I like that you feed me and yet...
you cause me to worry and fret
I really don't mind getting wet
I'm not a pet      I'm not a pet

I don't want to nag or complain
but let me scurry in the rain
A squirrel with an umbrella...
It's so insane    It's so insane
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella

I have never seen colors like this in the sky!
They are brighter by the minute as I see
My mother gave me this umbrella to stay dry
So I came out in the rain and took it with me

This bench lifts me higher, as if I am tall
I wonder where all those colors go to?
Maybe, I can reach the rainbow after all?
If only I could fly, like the birds that flew

I don’t care about running to play now
The sky is playing above me, colors to see
I don’t want to leave or miss something, somehow
I am happy, here on this red bench beneath me

Heidi Sands

9/25/17

Placed 3rd in Red and White polka dot umbrella contest.  Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Rhyme

Shadow Man

A man, under the pouring shower, stands still as a shadow 
at the corner of the intersection. He has no umbrella in his hand, 

nor a hat on his head, the light across the street is red.  The many cars 
though dash through the middle of downpour the man is lonely because 

nothing resembles him passes by. For every car is greater in excellence 
compare to others, they pass hurriedly in the heavy rain.  

For they don’t pay attention to the shadow 
that stands on the corner of the intersection, 
the man was lonely soul without his kind. 

For the light changes its color to green 
the man crosses the street, and though he falls on the middle 
of the way under the downpour, the lines of yet hasty cars run over 

the man’s shadow under their treads, not even throw a glance 
on the fallen man. The man is gone without an expression on his face, but dark shadow, the man is gone without leaving a thing behind, not even a shade of a color.
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Willful Wind

The Willful Wind

Ah, the wind in the trees! 
Bends lovingly to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves, 
brings back multitudinous memories.

Of  being sixteen on the back
of a hog, 
And riding with a biker gang. 
Clutching my boyfriend's back 
so hard, 
I thought it might crack.

Or high winds in Chicago, in
winter, so fierce.
My daughter, just two, and oh 
so tiny! 
Was nearly blown across icy 
Michigan Avenue. Blimey! 

In those heavy downpours in 
San Francisco...good Lord! 
That not so kind wind contorted 
my umbrella like a pretzel! 

On hot summer nights, dear wind, 
is always a loving delight.
Blowing the heat of the day away 
from all of us.
Creating a wondrous, starry, 
cool California night! 

Ah, wind, with a mind of its own.
On that you can count! 
I salute your freedom, bowing to 
no man and cannot be bought.
Free of no one, and going
wherever you ought.
Without one judgemental thought! 




    December 22, 2019

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