Precipitating Poems | Examples

Summer Rains

The summer rains they came today
washing winter woes away
seems so long since they were here
welcome back old friend to near and dear
memories awakened from the sky
with the petrichor of years gone by
precipitating dreams of lazy days
illuminating sunbeams in a haze
which full-circle brought me back to you
and the fun things we used to do
walking on weekends in the park
looking like bookends on a bench after dark
sun-drenched rain-soaked anyhow
but where in the world are we now

Channeled Waves

I tune in to the channel coming forth & then
present what's coming through
A train of thoughts move like locomotives only
stopping for a few
From the ethers they descend like falling rain
precipitating flow from the sky
When they come all are drenched in declarations 
bathing in the waters of divine
Surfing the annals of the mind can cause historical
waves to erect
Tsunamis destroy paradigms in a flash before
proceeding to redirect
By many it's seen as a disaster but viewed as a 
blessing by a few
Sometimes we have to destroy to rebuild again &
make room for the new
Your ships may be docked for a spell but will sail
again when weather breaks
The will can be an unstoppable force to behold
moving like a train without its brakes
It's wet after clouds formed & quickly passed bringing
out the sun after the rain
Tears fell from the heavens to what's below washing
away the dirt & the pain
The eye in the sky sees all in one take illuminating
what's low from a higher place
Open channels flow with higher purpose seeking their
level & making waves in another space

The Red Goo

As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and  god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.

River

river
running with force 
impatiently, of course
not waiting, evaporating
rising in shrouds, quickly crowds, forming clouds
precipitating, creating
rivulets, fast and loud
back to the source
river

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for the Radical Rictameter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
written 07/12/2022

Teach Me

Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust 
Float across the classroom precipitating knowledge
I am an eager student with eyes fixed straight ahead
Teach me

Compare and contrast:
   the Art of a sunset
      the Astronomy of a total eclipse
   the History of former warlords
      the Architecture of new beginnings
   the Geology of relationship tectonics
      the Archaeology of buried dreams
   the Poetry of first impressions
      the Sociology of boy meets girl
   the Physiology of a first kiss
      the Calculus of two bodies in motion
I am an eager student at the Academy of You
Teach me


written 15 Jul 2021

The Cycle

If my words could be fashioned into a weapon,

I would write a poem for each of my brothers on the other side of the world as a means of self defence

against one false accusation to the next,

to the constant failure to pass an "innocent appearance" test 

due to the misreadings of an ill-literate society that have been preset

and extended to triggers that are pulled without an ounce of regret - but then;

it seems that words have been deemed irrelevant 

and all that exists in this reality 

are the faint sounds of sirens, gunshots and protest cries

that soon evaporate into memories,

condensing into injustice 

until precipitating into yet another life lost 

all while the guilty hide under an umbrella of privallge - the cycle continues.

A Holiday Tale

A commoner King usurps the crown
   Marries a blueblood of royal renown
Drunk as can be, in an imperial mood
   Orders the Queen to appear stark nude
Before his commoner friends, no less
   She refuses, of course, precipitating a mess

The King has the Queen killed
   Then sobers up and isn't too thrilled
At the loss of great beauty
   For just doing his duty
To ensure that every man is king of his castle
   Not subject to wifely disobedience or hassle

So, he holds a beauty contest, and the girl who won
   Won't tell her real name, who she is, where she's from
'Til the day she tells the King that his right-hand man
   Is plotting to kill her, her family and all Jews in all lands

Wicked Haman is hanged, and the Jews skirt disaster
   The Holiday of Purim's today ~ May we never outlast her   



       According to Jewish tradition, the Coming of the 
    Messiah will cancel all Jewish festivals---except Purim.

Habitual Line Crosser

Idle hands
Twiddling thumbs
Taking an unpredicted walk through the Devil’s playground
Fallen Angels with flames still scorching their wings are tying off at nearby picnic table
Swings hang low and empty
Where future class valedictorians used to sit
Now they sit in the darkness where the Angels cry
The vacant basketball court is littered with torn “I’m sorry” letters, used needles, and smashed Wild Roses
The air is polluted with “I miss you’s” from loved ones who had to save themselves while there was still something left to save
Sneakers from morose motherf*ckers hang from the telephone wires
A place where junkies are at peace while the inner Angel weeps
Lonely in isolation 
Dark corner desolation
Destination f*cking nowhere 
Tears of friends and family hiss as they hit the pavement 
Steam rises from the cracks of broken dreams and shattered hearts 
Humidifying every lie and bad excuse 
Precipitating our concrete pain forest
In the circle of strife and squalors of nodding heads

Cup of Tea

Childhood memories
Brief - impactful moments in our lives
Profound neurological occurrences
Strongly anchored in our subconscious mind

Like an iceberg in the deep blue ocean
Immersed are the feelings frozen down below
Precipitating thoughts, emotions, and behaviors
Tragic and beautiful – inescapably manifesting as the whole

We revisit – we reflect
Moments are embellish or minimized
At times it’s hard to discern the reality
From the story we've created, a blatant lie

Our vessel carries the drink of our knowledge
Like our palettes preferred cup of tea
Perceptually we see what we want 
Dogmatically we confirm what we believe

Nature has provided a framework
Nurture guides and confirms our beliefs
We see through a glass half empty
A preoccupied mind steals our life like a thief

Time provides clarity from a distance
It's easier to see our habitual patterns from afar
The identity we’ve chose to live with
Couldn’t be further from the person we are

The memories from our youth are profound and precious
They are the foundation for our thoughts and beliefs
They are the substrates for our conscious identity 
They are our palettes preferred cup of tea

Rain - a Didactic Cinquain

Rain - A Didactic Cinquain

Rain
Misty, sweet
Pelting, dewing, precipitating
Ever so warmish
Rainwater

Spring rain
Droplets wet, refreshing
Delighting, happening, crying
It was a surprise to us all
Cloud

Cloudy rain
Wonderful, stripy
Jumping, swimming, rolling
Such feelings of happiness
Thing

3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019

Party Humidity

outside, it was raining
as it was inside 

drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by 
forgetting, gesticulating hands
  
spittle flying from mouths attached to people 
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating 
over every word or the prospect 
of taking their turn as court-holder 
  
the room drooling with  
go-to anecdotes and jokes
rehearsed at a hundred parties like this one
disgorged from speech bubbles like fat storm clouds 
filling dead air with stories on life support

sudden thunderclaps of laughter
precipitating further precipitation

the floor must have been wet but thankfully 
not gleaming like the pavement twelve floors down

the rain let up outside

I slipped out onto the balcony 
and between sips of my stale beer 
gulped the laundered air

Lagos

ISALE EKO  (LAGOS)

A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's  spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates 
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood 
Confuting phantasm 
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds 
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!

Saudade

Saudade, assiduously dumping buckets of gelid-infused water overtop my vehemently flickering flame.

Arrogantly reigning my banished feelings of joie de vi-vre.

Undermining my drumming heart, snapping both ligneous sticks into splinters.

Duping our garish star, precipitating a myriad of inexorably raucous winters.

Absentmindedly amending my evocative, gaudy-slathered soul.

Dowsing my dullsville, dreary inside with black and white.

Etching my gunmetal grave with my name and date, sizzling my emotions with crimson cracked coals.

Clouds Above

Clouds Above 
By Franklin Price
1/27/2017

Clouds above collecting
Moisture from below
Then precipitating 
H2O to go

Forming into rain drops
Snowflakes in the cold
Fog on misty mornings
Weather is foretold

Ground waits for the moisture
Watered seeds will pop
If clouds never happened
Life would also stop

Clouds are entertaining
Viewed on puffy days
New scenes are uncovered
Put there on display

Our imaginations
Limit what we see
Animals of all kinds
Often there for me

Rising sun reflected
Catch fire at the set
Flashing bolts of lightning
Cloud to cloud we get

Some clouds turn to funnels
Some to hurricanes
Wreaking havoc on us
Bringing death and pain

Clouds always affect us
Cry their tears and go
Leaving only blue skies
For the earth below

My Wonderful Cloud

My wonderful cloud,
A catalyst for wishes,
Desires spilling out.

Gently, the cloud has
Rested its head, still full
Of dreams and thoughts, too.

I love the stories,
Coming freely to my cloud.
I gobble them up.

Like ideas to treasure,
They come willingly and free,
Floating my cloud.

It feeds on dreaming,
Chews on thoughtfulness, daydreams,
lives on fruits of heart.

My cloud, wondrously
Outpouring my thoughts and wants,
Precipitating.

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