Long When it rains Poems
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I gaze beyond the phasing face
of the nebulous horizon,
searching in clamorous silence
for a hypnotic glimpse
of your poetic sparks ~ lost,
placed within the kohl-dust
of dreariness dressed
in deceitful dancing diamonds,
like layered silver and gold,
seared by Zeus’s thunderous wrath,
leaving memories engraved
in satanic sapphires
across the tempestuous teal
soaked in surging tears
unshed and unseen...
I’ve long been fighting
demons masked as the raven visage
of my bleeding silhouette,
preaching kindness whilst feeding
my soul with venomous verses ~
the poisoned truths of past turbulence.
But I refuse to drown in despair.
I will dance through the
dimmed spheres ~ eclipsed and torn ~
to reach the amorous arms
of compassion,
awaiting amidst splitting sorrow.
And when it rains,
my heart quivers,
haunted by inner thoughts;
my mind paints lines of love
in darkness and disarray,
for I fear never seeing
the saffron light on
the moon’s tender lips.
And in the midst of
p u s h i n g and p u l l i n g,
trapped in aching coldness,
afraid of losing the warm,
golden strands of roseate dusk,
I hide and fade like
love’s heat at twilight,
burying the poetic longing
within storms of melancholy,
waiting for another
cup of coffee at sunset ~
where your name ricochets
like reveries of romance
and your voice reverberates
like musical mists of monsoon,
carving an ambience
of delicate desires
tying me to the ombre amber
s i n g i n g songs
of solace, forevermore....
Acts 14:17 (KJV) “Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.”
Dew drenched mornings soften the spirit’s longings,
Drowning the night in impatient dreams,
Hungry for the hope of a morning who silences the night,
With all its dark shadows, gloomy and distant,
In colors of grief and woe, hurrying through parted seas
Sprays of loneliness and melancholy,
Bleeding impressions all through the twilight’s flames,
Fireflies risking all they have to simply say,
Life is more than merely shadows and pain,
There is wonder that stills a heart’s tears with summer rain,
Gently blessing the forests, the hills, the oaks
All the stories who return light to the morning desires,
As winds whistle through the skies, goosebumps,
Trembling on the edges of a prayer,
Sent to heaven on the wings of true love,
Who knows that this is the song of a sunlight muse,
Abiding in the rhythm of heartfelt truths,
Pouring down, showers of insight and beauty,
Graceful as the sigh who breaths out yesterday’s song,
Glowing quietly on the heart who believes
Through it all, summer’s rain nurtures and prolongs,
Bleeding hope through the dreary afternoon,
Bringing a chorus of richest splendor in streams of praise,
Drizzling over the moon and sun in faded devotion,
Alive, like the gentle in a grace,
Soothing the silence and making a way
For the gladness of summer’s acclaim,
Rushing into the thunder like souls bound by faith.
When it rains in summer, the joy is abundant,
Like the all-consuming way…
Sunlight releases the day and instructs the hills to pray,
For the rain to fall, to play, but then,
Turn and walk away – just walk away…
Raining in summer colors the heart in gray,
But promises the soul it will not betray…
Where the rain falls, the sunlight follows,
Restoring the music of each song the rain will sing,
Like a heart who is famished and finds food,
Summer’s rain restores the gentle with its flow.
Summer’s rain is the answer to nature’s yearning for hope to grow.
These dreams are yours these dreams are mine
Yet misery seems to be this poor mans only paradise
Reality seems to be the only place to hide
Trying to make the best of what I have
This is my life’s engraved path
No mercy in tears
Only sympathy if you’re worthy of fears
Some one shake me from these seizures
I’m constantly burning of statistical leisure’s
Bed time story’s, kisses from head to foot
Anyway, you want to please her
Given age, I was born from a rapist
Forced upon passion, as an infant in a wound
How can I escape this?
Simply exposed to this diluted area
You never know, she could’ve recruited malaria
Possibilities that her insides polluted, scaring her
My collarbones hurt, the thought of rubbing a loser
Growing up a substance abuser
Strapped with intoxicated lungs and a low self-esteem
The tools needed for this living
all I have left are dreams
Trying to get by on less than minimum wage
Drooling over paper
like there is cinnamon on this page
I could be a heart ache
or I could be apart of the break
Cold water in my eyes, what ever it takes to wake
Bread crumbs in my left hand, I choose to give or try
Given life I’m only promised to die
Pencil in hand, thoughts bloating my brain
By gods’ grace, I have been scared with pain
Only washing my face when it rains
And most of the time, the skies release hail
So now I’m wondering to where will I prevail
A selfless act from a wealthy man
is usually a filthy hand
Should I live or should I die,
give a small sacrifice, and try
Forever I dream of heavens door
And if I should go
I want no tears to show
Forever dreaming of your saviors doors
At the end of the sea and start of the sand
there lies a place; a place where we stand
and watch the sea go from shore to shore
in an endless tide; that for so long before
the grass was tall and the wind was blowing,
has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing.
And the stories of time, though it has no effect;
on this endless sea, it will always reflect,
on its blue surface and from deep below;
those stories of time is what it will show
to those who look - who look and stay
long enough to see Forever beneath that white spray.
Have you seen the blue shores? Have you seen
the endless sea flowing like out of a dream?
I can't say I have; or that I understood
what it was trying to tell me best that it could
while I was standing out there; but still I did try,
as dark clouds came over and covered the sky.
When it rains on the sea, this you should know:
The sea becomes black and the harsh winds blow,
while the waves get larger and much taller too;
it is a frightening sight, frightening for you;
as for me, I was terrified beyond all my words,
as I looked up I saw a flock of birds
flying away, to where - I can't say,
wherever they go when it rains on the sea like today.
And then, seeking cover, I was soon again dry;
and sooner than that out from the dark sky
there came light from the sun, which I greeted
with shouts of joy as the rain retreated.
Back beyond the horizon while the winds dropped
to a breeze, and the great waves stopped
their barrage on the newly-flooded sand,
leaving only a small place for me to stand.
And there I stood until Forever had passed
and I had seen it; then turning at last
back up to the road where civilization lay,
and that's where I walked, and walked away,
from that great sea, that sea ever going
from shore to shore - that sea ever flowing.
Loveth thy morning dew, brisk be the air
Up with the sun! Hues in great despair
Day by day - Colorful of a mesmerized view
The daily endeavor - of true picturesque
Gazing- we meditate - breathless
Awakening to thy beauteous star by far
Thou bringeth forth the shades be it then also true
The sunsets - to also end our daylight hours
The tones- we paint these glorious pictures
Eve sets in - the galaxy of the mysterious is ours
Day after day , night after night , never pointless
We overcome each day of our paths of our life
Crossing bridges climbing mountains step by step
Blue skies - and thunder - darkness we challenge
When it rains - the rain sometimes pours in time
Time passes by - time marches on, the percentage
Loveth each night the same of given opportunity
Knock by knock - making life the prime
Thee example - gazing we still meditate
As we dream through the night
We wake ! At the brisk of dawn
Inspired again by the morning sun
And the endeavor of a 24 hour day
With the beauteous skies in our view
Yes breathtaking we share it again today.
And with the mystery of the skies
Our mind it surely does not hesitate
To see this the beauty ever so true.
Day by day, and then night by night
Gazing with the twinkling twilight.
In Jerusalem, Bnei Brak, Kefar Chabad
everywhere, little huts, though no sod
Miniature tabernacles, laden with flowers
fruits, vegetation, pretty decorations
The Fall Harvest Festival, Sukkot, has come
Jews live in these huts seven days
Though not when it rains (We're not that dumb)
A celebration where we invite one and all
to join us for a rousing 'L'Chayim'
~ sung on the wings of 'a bissel' alcohol
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Notes: Bnei Brak is a very religious suburb of Tel Aviv, Israel
Kefar Chabad is village of Luba Chassidim in Israel
L'Chayim means 'To Life!'
'a bissel' means 'a little' in Yiddish
To Noah said He, never will I destroy the world again
My bow I will place in the sky when it rains
And life was renewed over all the earth
God’s Everlasting love splashed out in red
A symbol of blood, the people he wed
Gave to man new enthusiasm and passion
Spread in Orange, every creature designed in fashion
Sunshine and joy sang in the valleys below
So he set aside the colour yellow
The trees grew and breeze blew
New growth in green and birds flew
Blue the color of sky and sea
Spoke to man of His Wisdom and Loyalty
A peaceful night to day’s long labour
Indigo he chose for peace with neighbour
Voilet to remind us of His Royalty
To man a lesson to live in Sanity
These myriad hues
He stuck to each other with glue
VIBGYOR ----
BUTTERFLY IN THE RAIN
If you read my poems I’m sure you can tell by the words I use
how often my child and adult are uniting…
but there are times, like today, when the adult in me takes a break
and I let my child do the writing.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate his input (yes this is his child speaking)
It’s just that sometimes I’m not after the same answers he is seeking.
Take today for instance…outside it started to sprinkle
and as I watched a butterfly visit flowers in this part of her domain….
I stopped to ask that butterfly, “Where do you go when it rains”.
I’m pretty sure the adult in me knew the answer
(There’s a book about butterflies he keeps upon the shelf)
but I preferred to get my information from the butterfly herself.
She said, “I usually looks for safe and dry places…the same places I like to sleep at night
In a hollow of a tree, under leaves…somewhere I can protect my leaves for flight.”
As the rain came down a little harder…she said, “Come and follow me!”
then she flew and found some refuge in a nearby blue spruce tree.
She said, “We butterflies are lucky…Mother Nature has provided us a brain…
that allows us to find natural umbrellas that shelter us from the rain”.
As we spoke I couldn’t help but notice…although the rain had filled the sky
the needles she chose to hide under protected this butterfly.
She looked at me and smiled…the from the lips of the smartest butterfly I’ve ever met…
She said, “I notice how I’m up here high and dry…while you’re down there getting wet.”
I admit I felt a little embarrassed…when with laughter she couldn’t contain…
that little butterfly stopped to ask me…”Where do I go in the rain?”
Then she said, “It doesn’t matter…you are soaking wet I see…
and since it’s still raining why don’t you come and share this tree with me.”
So there I sat under the blue spruce tree…conversing with a butterfly
while the rain fell all around me…and only one of us was dry.
The adult in me would not have wanted to get wet…
would not have followed that butterfly into that blue spruce tree…
but this soaking wet child couldn’t help but think
there is no place I’d rather be..
Dear Connie
We’re sorry for your loss and broken heart
There are no words to soften such a blow
This life can be hard and tear us apart
We are here for you, I thought you should know
You have our prayers and our thoughts as well
We will share with you, your burden and pains
We now mourn with you as our tears will tell
His memory shines even when it rains
Each night before bed, keep one thing in mind
Memories will live with every breath
Keep them in your heart and easy to find
He will be remembered long after death
May your heart find peace from the Lord above
We are the poets who send you our love
On a dusty and narrow path dwarfed by the enormous
redwood trees, which have conquered all of the soft-blue sky;
I walk and I'm astonished by the tallest of them all!
Winter has left and the snows begin to melt away, to invite a lovely butterfly
to perch on wildflowers like aspens and mountain daisies swaying at the foothill;
and right beyond them, granite cliffs gloriously shine like those
northern mountains' peaks dabbed with spring snow;
oh, yesterday they were invisible to the blinking eye!
I stroll underneath groves of sequoia and white fir, and see myself really small;
and these giant trees encircling me, will lament how they shiver when they're cold,
and sad when battered by the storm; how they'll strive for lack of space and sunlight,
but wildfires may cause destruction and leave this forest barren and arid! I fix my glance
upward, and I start spinning and whirling in the stylish manner of an experienced dancer,
and they spin along with me, in a soft crescendo, never falling down with an awkward thud!
I continue walking and admiring the majestic view of a creation, too inspiring and sublime,
which was hidden from these very eyes...to make their discovery more exciting and fun!
Who hasn't seen the redwood trees in my forest? Come along and satisfy your curiousity;
these trees have more stories to tell more than a victorious warrior galloping his horse away;
and for decades, they have seen greedy hands cut them down without regard or mercy...
depleting nature of its internal richness, and when it rains, floods corrode its terrain!
Imagine what the earth will become without any of these, adorning it with a variety of colors;
look closer, some of them are covered with thick lichen, others show a cinnamon,
hard bark, so protect Nature with your best ability and be rewarded with amazing results!
A forest, which displays its wild and natural beauty, is a treasure like my redwood trees!
Entered in Constance La France's contest, "A walk to remember"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci