The sky grumbles throughout the night,
while the rainbow mocks in delight
as the rain sheds cloudy tears:
The plants smiled gladly in cheers,
Rats forced out of flooded holes,
while men got soaked to their souls.
The sky grumbles throughout the night
while the rainbow mocks in delight.
Is it a metaphor for how time flows?
an unshakable sense of expectancy
the metamorphosis breeze through
unerringly advance
unhampered and untethered
the sun is the same
the light is in the darkness
If you require light, stay near the drapes
look at the peculiar gem in the bezel.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 26, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1097 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Poem: Evil Sheds
He was a petty
Product of clay
For them, just
Another prey,
Who got trapped
In a luring way,
Muted and tied
With threads
Of ransom or some
Dead dreads,
Spun and worked,
In evil sheds.
Return me to once
Owned pride,
That was all, his
Body cried.
Well, his creators
A lot tried.
Perhaps, the efforts
Later earned.
But the face of race
Surely burned,
In sinful fire; mercy
Was churned!
This poem is about child abduction
God, Sheds A Tear
Written: by Tom Wright
2/8/03
What does God consider,
as He looks down.
Are your daily doings,
causing Him to frown.
When you, on sin,
have turned your head.
Perhaps neglected is grace,
over your daily bread.
Do you give thanks,
when things go well.
Or do you oft lapse,
until another rough spell.
Do you encounter your day,
in thoughtless haste.
Has his environment, in part,
by you, been laid waste.
Have you sins of omission,
that, in him, prompt distress.
Do you think it's your right,
that your life, God, should bless.
Remember, God, merits the best,
that He discerns you able.
If you continually do less,
He gets discards from your table.
The Lady has a tear in her eye
It douses the flame of her torch
Whose sparks perish on her lifeless gown
Its greenery scarred, now a desolate brown
As the specter of nativism stalks her land
As strangers are branded 'undesirable,' and banned --
Recall what made America so great (again)
Was the raw energy of newcomers way back when
our floodgates opened wide to receive the tide
of ill-clothed, ill-fed dreamers, possessed of pride
to come here, and scratch and claw their way to our table,
to prove their worth, to show that they were able
to compete and make it in this Promised Land --
from which their spiritual descendants are now to be banned
Villanelle: Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Bosom-fed mouths sing no tame lullabies
Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable
Each child on its own must its life enable
Who would re-crush the seed ram the egg with lies
Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Bad enough the baby’s plucked through tight stable
Wrapped in a putrid bag stink slime stuck on eyes
Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable
Animals all trained to rut machos enable
None sneak in on the sly sans broken horn tries
Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
No engine smokes to cut lifeblood off cable
Nor let pistons lockstep shunt through torrid sties
Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable
Monsters all baked in ovens below navel
No use pretending we are the scions of skies
Too late too few the tears she sheds on cradle
Innocence raped in the womb heeds no fable
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
We were kissing behind the bike sheds
The future Mrs Bronte and I
Get yourselves up to see the head
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.
We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'
Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.
16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
winter sheds its pall
flora springs to life anew
with flamboyant flair
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "Nature Comes To Life" Contest - February 2011
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