Short Precipitating Poems

I was heaven sent
and then cast below the dirt and cement
the clouds not even precipitating an indent
the rightful owner is now in possession of the diamond crown
the fairies dance around' singing enchanting melodies that melt us like ecstasy to the ground tickling out tongue 
vessel 
exploding under the lust muscle...

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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
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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...

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At sea there's squalls
as pressure falls
It's not surprising
as warm air's rising

From the cloud
there's thunder, loud
Lightning flashes
More thunder crashes

Hail stone falls
Large icy balls
Precipitating
Winds rotating

Air spins quicker
More lightning flicker
A funnel forms
'neath thunder storms

Touches down
Destroys the town
of Laredo
Class 5 tornado...

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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....

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hot, dry season over and done
nostalgia approaches in a dance of delight

dust and droplets of rain
start their tango creating an essence
known as petrichor.

inhale her deeply, memorize her smell
for she departs without sight or sound

welcome rain
cleansing the impoverished ground,
leaving behind her cool, fragrant spirit,

precipitating stark remembrance
as she hugs the dust of earth
relieving its thirst...

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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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