When our grindstone comes into blossom,
A hen's curse might kill an eagle.
Maybe when hell freezes over,
The snake that I see will bite.
I am mortal but among the Angels
Left but never forgotten
Beneath the cudgel of pain
Pressed under, still my soul is as right as rain
I am a blessing in disguise and Invictus
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Still, curses and atrocities comes knocking
Trying to knock me yet I am consolidated
It's alright being in dire straits
I got the capacity to take the bull by the horns
I am out of this world, dare send a curse
I will fashion it into a blessing
Robert Burns knew schemes.
Like all of us,
His vanity
Lent him an illusion
Of control.
How did his wisdom come?
Did his head fall beneath the trap?
The cat is away, time to play.
What's dearest to your heart?
A night in paradise?
A glass full of lies?
Maybe a vision of ladders
Climbing closer to your treasures.
Come now, come now,
Free will, will reveal the maze.
Starving for peace,
Our plans
Unfold like walls and cul de sacs
Before us.
Hunger for control,
Needs too deep to fathom:
I am the master of my destiny.
And of course, we're right,
Right as rain.
Our destiny, our plans "gang aft agley."
Fantasy star of my heart dance with me tonight
share your gown of light and take me to the moon
Drive me to the plains of my sweet imagination
where anything is possible, if I believe...
Luminary radiant beams guide me to your even glow
partner me with Angels while I slumber deep
Return me, to the hammock of heaven and rock me gently
until the morning dawn arrives
Spun gold reveries of peace, love, unity
you frolic in my soul wanting nothing more
then to live in accordance with God's masterplan.
Everyone made welcome here, all is right as rain.
Acceptance is easy to feel
It’s like dancing in the rain
Whilst wishing for a drier deal
If not for regret soaking me
Acceptance would be right as rain
Forgiveness an elusive cloak
Better to endure cruel showers
Practice patience with umbrellas
Dancing between drops like flowers
But traumas remind me I'm wet
Rinse failures on cycles dour
Make tornados to my regrets
Love reminds me to awaken
A symphony in a storm's eye
Me falling notes to silent dread
Practice resurrection in rains
Crescendos rise in falling drops
Till soaked grave’s finale still
Learn to croon despite the rain
Proclaim glory to divine waters
Curse not cloudy skies feigned
Hold back impossible downpours
Or seek acceptance in the hour
Practice dancing between tears
Genesis 4:7
"If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin is crouching at the door. Its desire is for you, but you must rule over it.”
Water’s wet, the yard’s not yet,
but I’ll bet the sprinkler’s set.
Right as rain, here goes again,
clouds containing deluge drains.
Car’s just clean, and man, I mean
they prance, preen, and soak the scene.
Wonder why weathermen weep?
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A short little form called the 'Alliterisen' - lots of variations, but the
rhyme pattern is aabbccd, and this one has 2 alliterations per line
and internal rhymes on a fixed length of 7 syllables. Frankly, I'm not sure
what I think about the 7th line after 3 couplets, but, whatever!
https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/alliterisen/
She fell up on the gravel road
and bloodied her small knee.
A trickle there and from the eyes:
a sight which wounded me.
Sometimes you need to make a fuss
about the little things
A bandaid, ointment, and a hug,
and now we’re right as rain.
Bravely fought in experiment
curious pain brings forth a scent
it smells red like pain
it feels right as rain
so another and another flood the gates
is it that face that you hate?
sudden like a snap
resonates another smack
more force makes curiousity
an immovable object with such verocity
a little less is never enough
you cant even say you have it rough
so when it gets old and white is red
then dont worry your little head
no bruise will call
on your assistance against this wall
so will you reach for the slice
the scraping vice
that rends flesh like fish in sea
glittering and shimmering among your plea
oh may this end but no
you want it so
you do dont you though
this isnt sorrow
its pain that starts the wheels
no matter how your voice squeals
drowned out in the fog
of your mind
A Dyson is an animal
That you can buy for bucks.
The only thing about this beast:
The price tag really sucks!
But if you get the kind that sleeps
All cradled on the wall,
It’s easy to entice to play
With little folderol.
The nicest thing about this kind:
It cleans after itself,
And after animated play,
Goes back upon the shelf.
And if you splurge and spend a bit
More than you can afford,
There’ll be no tripping when you romp;
You’ll be of one accord.
You cannot play for very long
Or it will drag and drain,
But after a few hours’ nap,
It’s right as rain again!
A Dyson is an animal
That you can keep for life;
The happiest that you are pals
Is sure to be your wife.
Let me be a rose onto thy name
place a frivol kiss upon my rouge
wild as a breath of life I'm never tame
caress my petal soft, my subterfuge
Roses live for water, sun and shine
hold a stem, know that you are mine
I bloom at every turn of love my dear,
wild flowers are always keeping time
I am a rose of valor treat me kind
and I will never rob you blind
Place me in your heart and sing to me
until we both have set our hunger free
Let me be a rose onto thy name
I'll turn you over, make you right as rain
Open the drawer you'll see a diary,
A wimpy kid full of anxiety,
Lean frame meek face all I got,
but I strolled blithely.
The first page got my expensive dreams covered,
A trip to the Alps in the shimmery Swiss summer,
then hike the Mont Blanc and write some for her,
sitting on the rocks sipping mild liquor,
tongue-in-cheek, whimsical humor.
On that note please turn over to the next page,
chips n antenna never held my gaze,
too late to pull out I must stay,
I must say,
I might pull this one off,
else my achievements be measured by a length gauge.
A grave predicament I'm stuck in,
maybe I need to do something,
maybe I need to be fronting,
but nothing surprises me anymore,
seeds I sowed shall be reaped come forth.
Page three demands me to rise above obscurity,
scale heights not meant to be,
Rake opulence not meant for me,
As right as rain, I want things to be.
For now, I'll hit the sack with a twinge of guilt,
cause I dreamt of things far ahead of me.
Disastrous free-fall
Into consuming ashes of heartbreak,
He landed with deafening thud.
Wounded, spirits deflated
Rivulets of tears, shed.
He soon rose like the Phoenix
To dizzying heights after
Misfortune mercilessly clipped
His mighty wings mid-air.
Down, down, down to earth
He plummeted, though
Spared Icarus' fate.
Then came his transformation,
For love worked its glorious magic.
Hemorrhage within him, stemmed.
Now he soars the open sky
With new wings sturdier
Than before; right as rain again.
Date written: 09/28/2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIoleidZAiQ
He holds his own heart in his hands but doesn't feel it
the tin feels cold to the touch I think he was hurt too much
wearing a funnel over his head he smokes away his dreams
he wants to be loved but, you can't give what you don't get
To anyone who feels unloved today the sun says, "I Love You "
as it lands on the vessel but not the man whos lonesome and gray
he tilts his shadow towards the big forest feeling all hollow inside
no he doesn't remember the last time he suddenly, cried...
Rain begins to drum against his breastplate armor he begins to rust
he hears a tiny whisper a seedling in the morning dawn, " heh you"
"me?" he says, as little fires start, in his impassive eyes of gold
"yes you" says the voice, you're more then just tin, I LOVE YOU!
he opens the little trap door and feels a gush of red, Achew !
For the first time in his life he feels the cold, the sun, the rain, its insane
he can now walk without a creak, he's been oiled with love and he
feels right as rain.
Have you ever, rode the Silverton Train?
The smoke off her stack is as black as coal,
the joy it secures is as right as rain,
countless passengers love its heart and soul,
the train ride does thrill delight is her goal,
each car tells tale of exquisite appeal,
this train hath her pride riding veins of steel,
black as an absconce and prepared to please,
luxury first class the finest served meal,
this ride will amaze certain to appease.
4-14-20
Delightful Dizains Poetry Contest
B. Evans
Some say the most honorable thing one can do,
Is to lay down one's life,
for a friend.
That is only a blip on the timeline of eternity.
I would say,
the greater gift,
is to give a friend's spirit,
a much needed lift.
To finally walk hand in hand,
anywhere in this great land,
surely will strike up a band.
Then music the balm for loneliness,
sorrow, and hopelessness,
will be played all night,
making the gift right as rain.
Given to relieve the accumulated,
and deepest pain.
I love an empty page, pristine and fresh,
Creating life, from its sanitized death,
Gently depress the pen, unto its silky sheet,
Hand rests comfortable, on the surface beneath.
Ink tentatively starts to flow, filling in blank space,
Blood pressure rises slightly, stepping up the pace,
Steady as she goes, the first line appears,
Pausing for a second, sensing evolution here.
Moving along, poem’s nicely taking shape,
Writing looks well, just one little mistake,
Don’t get annoyed, easily fixed, right as rain,
Concentration’s intact, no need to complain.
Getting good vibes, though only halfway down,
Paper’s responding, as my scribe resounds,
Talking back at me, synchronized together,
Losing track of time, moments seem forever.
Engrossed with my work, mind starts to roam,
Must stay focused, for fear I’ll bemoan,
All appears fine, fluency pours from within,
Stanza’s won’t stop coming, hope this ones a win.
Hard to believe, already on the final verse,
Just enough room, to bring it home, I observe,
Finishing with a flourish, hitting the punchline,
Page seems happy, it’s new home is my rhyme.
By
David Kavanagh
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