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In liquid sunshine
we quench thirsty desires
reflections of you
Love precipitates
We share a passionate kiss
a moment of bliss
~when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates~
February 18, 2020
F G I proverb
Brian Strand, sponsor
First they closed the five-and-dimes
Now they're closing malls
Is it Amazon or lazy customers
That precipitates this fall
Una sola carne
Two become one flesh
Non approfittarne
Keeping true love fresh
~ if selfishness precipitates, love will evaporate ~
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01/02/2020
A fecundity of plight precipitates
And as each second lapses
The vibes ascend
With theatrical depth
Though steadily she refrains
To refine her adamant tones
Whilst I dissolve
within estuaries of helotry
Where are we headed, is a silver lining in sight
At the current pace, we'll be over the precipice before night
It's already dusk
Smarten up we must
Before a certain lunatic precipitates an extinguishing of the lights
an event precipitates
all options seem to lose
in as contracting heart’s joy
as yet immersed in the transient
our soul rests in the vibrant void
witnessing the ebb and flow
nonchalant to outcomes
for life is but a dream
13-January-2023
The wind is break dancing with the trees.
beating a rapper’s song.
Limbs flail on the tarmac.
Rain flies like sweat from corn rows
across the expanse of asphalt.
A barrage precipitates
against the window pane
with the rata-tat-tat
of a machine gun’s bullets
as the front passes.
Hunger, like rain on a sweltering day,
in form of gentle drops, itself precipitates,
then intensifies to stay.
Relentlessly it pounds me, falling furious and fast.
Sated, I sense its slow to pitter pat,
an interminable summer storm's mere lapse.
2010
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No23 Poetry Contest
Rain, on a sweltering day,
in form of gentle raindrops falling. . .
precipitates itself,
then intensifies to stay.
Relentlessly it pounds the ground,
falling furious and fast.
Suddenly, I sense it slow to a pitter pat:
an interminable summer storm's mere lapse.
For Carol Brown's
RAINDROPS FALLING Poetry Contest
Very little skeeves me out
More than a city rat.
Seeing one can spoil my mood
(Snap fingers) – just like that!
A sighting often can be found
Down on the subway tracks
And spotting one precipitates
Some skeeviness attacks.
Unfortunately, they are smart
For in that tiny brain,
The city rat somehow avoids
A smushing by the train!
Do you look at the sky
when it precipitates?
The originally watery form
is the real you.
Transparent and clear
While that cloudy frosty form,
when you are down,
opaques your identity.
The obsession
of considering others superior,
alienating yourself
blinds you
from appreciating the reality.
Remember
It's the rainbow
which adds colours to the sky
more commonly
not a snowbow
as we are being meditated upon
the aspect of us that believes we are this
by power of intent precipitates dew drops at dawn
felt as bliss magnetism bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss
from a centreless fulcrum the cosmic gong of Om resounds
sound of one hand clapping within is clearly cognised
spontaneous rise of bliss rapture within astounds
love and light of God in our heart is realised
The aged poet lies abed
Listening to the falling rain
Tap dancing on some metal roof.
Ever since he could remember
Rain has been a fascination
For him, writing sundry poems
About this heavenly liquid.
He doesn’t know exactly why
But rain always precipitates
A flood tide of inspiration.
Once again the propensity
Immerses him entirely;
This time in an unlit bedroom
With a single theme in mind: rain.
An event suddenly precipitates
Compelling need for a decision
Presence as mist of bliss sedate
Finds no cause for any agitation
Once we have in us no gross matter
Ever free flowing in tranquil joyfulness
Desires neither arise nor can anchor
Uninterrupted is throb of blissfulness
Whilst ego centric souls calculate
Pros and cons of loss versus gain
Immersed in love innocence gyrates
Action heart driven pure & unstained
03-November-2020
Sounds rained from heaven.
Not insignificant words
like drizzle falling lightly
on steppe or Alpine slope,
but serious sounds:
fists of hail that reduced
the Sinai Mountain into
arid grains of sand.
But they did not understand.
Metalanguage still
precipitates into wars,
confusion reigns and
the vernacular is drowned
in Dead Seas of babble.
Semanticists argue over
the connotation of borders,
and megatons disrupt the heavens.
Still, they do not understand.