1947 Ford and Chevys passing striding horses
identical street cars at the corner
shops with piling in people
purses swinging in the rain
street clocks announcing four thirty
minions off work walking toward home
bicyclist meeting motorcyclist
Peel and St Catherine are alive
I watch from my window
two tandem horses
wearing blinders
having no idea what is happening
plain colored umbrellas at attention
drizzling rain out there
mostly adults yet one teen
Montreal is closing down for the day
They say that the moon can paint a picture of a tomorrow to find,
tinted with feelings and impressions that make rationality blind.
Inherited desire and invisible habits it contains,
challenges and temptations for all it refrains.
When sculpting the shape of precious destiny,
and weaving the forces of dark and light in unity.
Unfolding within the secrets of mystery of all,
new claims of hope is needed for the crystal ball.
Illuminations of expressions is the final ingredient,
for the midnight ocean fare convenient.
The moon then will rain out its silver sphere,
irresistible light beam rendezvous for the nightmare.
Waking or asleep in this subtle mortal sleep deep dream,
flowing in this astral stream, all must deem.
That dream where one can look before and after,
and decides what is not with a laughter.
Making sense out of wondrous madness,
when the queen of night smiles at you with gladness.
For in many eclipses no light will flow,
then every illumination has the sense to grow.
Motions are the sacred force as far space can reach,
the catalyst that triggers the stars in poetic speech.
Let us fellowship
Let us praises rain out praises
Rain down joys
Salutations, glories abundant
Evermore
Let us focus, let us love
Let us fellowship with our God
Glory honor, honor above
Let us praises His presents in love
Rise lets stand coming together;
Rise we are no longer strangers;
Rise let us sing, let us shout Alleluia
Abba, Father
Shout, sing out-Hallelujah
We’re no foreigners we’re but fellow citizens;
Worshipers on this united plain;
And we sing out in holy-glory Hallelujah
Glory
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
Glory, glory,-holy, holy
Glory, glory,-holy, holy
Let all the saints and others out of the household of God
Be present, rise on praise
Praise
Praise His glory forever and always
Glory
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
Abba, Father we all…
Shout, sing out-Hallelujah
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Ephesians 2:19
RAIN DROPS ON LILAC LIPS
In desolate nook of my barren lawn
drenched by the summer rain out of my sight
a lone plant with thorny branches has grown,
a shy bud between lean leaves sprouts at night.
Crimson petals open with grace at dawn,
the rose sparkling with regal pearls of dew
draws a butterfly in my life so lone.
In my wasteland the flower smiles like you.
The leaves drip drops of drizzle on petals
like your locks lay rain drops on lilac lips.
Your green eyes search me through leaves as night falls,
the color of the rare rose your dream sips.
At the golden sunrise when you come close
I see you are not just any old rose.
August 2, 2018.
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
it was a strom bad weaher
we was rain out
no doudt
had to move
we got to a party grove
our cloth was wet
we got our room set
its was
SHELTER SEX
Even when the skies
stressed out
Hairs are falling
out
Or even angry
throwing a tantrum
and crying
It still manages to
be optimistic and
let the light shine
through
Realizing the error
of its ways
Not meaning to bring
on destruction to
its fellow beings
A rainbow is an
apology
We should be smart
to its ways
But isn't it just so
fascinating and
beautiful that it
hypnotizes you
Now why do you think
that there is
sometimes more than
one rainbow at a
time?
Have to mix things
up
Don't want to be
boring
mabe it a cloud
there a voice out loud
they sing its the lords thing
shower the rain out the pain
for the world ith love
SOME ONE UP ABOVE
If my wretched soul
wasn't incarcerate inside
the cage of my ribs for
my transgression
I would walk to depth
of the horizon where the
Sun sleep to set it on fire
like a burning desire,
and watch it burn to ash
My intentions are ruthless...
If I grow feathers I would fly
to the roof of the great sky
cut the strings that the
stars hang on, and violently
laugh as they fall to the
surface of the earth
and break their shine
My intentions r ruthless...
If I were a few step taller
I would stretch my arms
up the sky, and squeeze
the rain out of the
clouds so that the river
become thirsty, and run
to the ocean for water
My intentions are ruthless,
because I have the heart
of a men
Tonight I sleep in the jungle
Jaguar’s creep through the bush
We have dogs to hunt them, but in the end they are no match
I pull my poncho over my head to keep the rain out
We are not hunting jaguar’s but men
The men are on ambush
Put in the field to destroy
A probe if you will
The jaguar is only hunting to live
As the night grows colder and the bugs increase their intensity
The roar in my ears becomes unbearable
Did something move in the bush
Was it a taper or a spook?
My watch is almost over. Do I dare go to sleep?
There is something out there and it is evil…….
She shivers because of the extreme cold
It’s misting rain out of the sky today
She tries to be real strong and oh so bold
But she’s still shaking here in every way
The weather looks to be this way all day
We’ve been together all throughout the years
There are some times thunder heightens her fears
Moments like this brings us closer as one
Jacket’s on her shoulder as it endears
May the storm leave, not to make us undone
Russell Sivey
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Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
6/3/2013
There is a heavy rain out my window.
It is not a pleasant one;
no, not this time.
This afternoon rain only reminds me
of all the times before
that I wrote about you
while I watched the rain.
Your face is plastered
everywhere I look.
It's on the walls
It's on the ceiling as I lay down
It's on my pillow
It's on the floor
It's on the back of my eyelids
It's on the leaves, the trees,
and every single drop of rain.
All music is your voice
All hands are your hands
All signatures are your name
For once I want the sun, but I'm denied it,
Don't need to keep the rain out; I provide it,
I know that people think I'm too compliant,
The real trouble is, I'm too reliant,
Simply can't stand this isolation,
No-one else is struggling in this situation,
They're all bowled over by their first freedom,
No longer have the time to see that I need them,
Even when I'm home, the tears keep streaming,
All through the day and again when I'm dreaming,
I cannot eat, yet I'm getting bigger,
Food is my weapon and life is the trigger,
But always, it's only my tears that I'm tasting,
Six months and a grand's worth of therapy I'm wasting,
Supposedly my chance to turn my life 'round,
I shun it and grind my face into the ground,
So sick of all these plastic smiles and pretences,
Still wishing that car crash had had different consequences,
Still kicking myself for my cowardice and doubt,
Mere scratches, not deep enough to get me out,
I've been ready for years now to tell you goodbye,
So how many times do I have to die?
I'll leave it 'til Christmas, see how I've contended,
Although it feels my life has already ended.
Have you ever listen to the sounds of rain ,
As it pitter patters against your window pain?
The sound is like music and it is so sweet,
As it gathers in a puddle around your feet.
Rain coat and boots is what you need to wear,
To keep the rain out,and stay dry under there.
Without little rain drops, where would we be?
All dried up and blowing in the breeze.
Flowers need rain drops as much as the sun,
They spread thier little leaves to catch every one.
Into the ground the little rain drops do go ,
To help the roots to get strong and grow.
Rain drops make a pond where fish can swim,
Without the water we would not have them.
To watch them swin around here and there,
Makes one wonder how they got there.
The oceans are vast ,with water everywhere,
But without that first drop of water ,the land would be bare.
There would be no trees ,no brush , no grass,
If the rain drops stoped falling, nothing would last.
The next time your out walking and it starts to rain,
Remember the little rain drops will cause you no pain.
Hold out your hand and you will see,
Little rain drops were sent from heaven for you and for me.
As A single raindrop
Splashes upon my skin,
A fierce and mighty storm
Is getting ready to blow in.
Raindrop after raindrop
Block the evening light,
The incoming thunder holds
Back its powerful might.
Running for cover, it's
Now to much for me,
Looking through a curtain
Of rain out upon the sea.
Nature proving that she
Is the one that's real.
A circle of perfect harmony,
The rhythm of life's wheel.
Now all your worries, all fear,
Doubt, shame, and pain
Are able to be to leave,
So let go with the dying rain.
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