Stewing o’er surprise storms?
"Crying's not for me."
Wringing peace from panic’s plea,
welcome water’s whimsey.
Let the rain soak in…
revive sapped energy
restore grass to green
relax the worry-warts.
"Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying me." B J Thomas
Memory like thirst
Every urge a first
How I remember thinking
wet sin
Red silk pink ribbon
You manage a word
Yes .
Embraced first kiss
Outlandish desire
Pulling harder
Whimpers first
Kiss turns worst
Now there
Sweet
Drips pouring down sheets
I came to watch
As ideas from thoughts
Turn hands low
Shh.. I know
And it rains everyday since I arrived
Stockport Rain
in the soak of leaves
and in the breeze
in the grasses and reeds
and spilling city light
Where you live
mending to be free
You Live life Like a horse trader
Wont someone listen
I need someone to talk to
and no one will spare me the time
I am seeing your silences in your retrisence
And it rains every day since I arrived
Soak Up
I soak up
radiant energy and
store it
hours after
everyone leaves for
work.
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks,
A privileged soak that wakes you up,
For God dispels the mountain peaks.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
Ancient of Days, of whirlwind streaks,
Takes off your blinder shades, shakes up.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
A privileged soak that wakes you up.
when he had been broke
worn out sox started to sock
became a big joke
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
Words come , words go
My thoughts tonight as taut as rope
Just when the serein makes its final bow
In cold waters my feet i soak
As i walk down the gateways of the mind
Where i am engulfed by grief and serenity
I never saw you leave as if i was blind
And the thought of it brought my heart calamity
I soak in autumn
renewed by the coming end,
Invigorated.
Tears now soak the pillowcase where once you laid your head
I am weeping uncontrollably now that eulogies have been said,
And since you are gone with the wind, I know you are really dead.
I cannot stop sobbing, and my sodden dreams will go on forever
Just as I know our love will go on forever and forever, however,
It is clear to me, now, that we were never meant to be together
Forever, my dearest darling, I know in heaven you are crying tears
Up there somewhere…salty tears flow into your sweet, lovely ears,
So much so, that "my achy, breaky heart" * can find no cheers.
I shall preserve this pillowcase in plastic to allay my recurring fears
I knew our love was not meant to last, I am weeping in my beers,
For you have gone away from me, and I am drowning in my tears.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written July 12, 2021
For “The Goblin’s Jewel Box 1” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jack Webster
HONORABLE MENTION
"Broken Heart" Poetry Contest
All Poetry - October 20, 2021
[* with a nod to Billy Ray Cyrus]
Filled by life’s stream with joy make the soul a sea,
as waves rise on rapture you’ll be free,
like pearls on crests soaring high.
In sparkle you try,
soak the blue
sky
within you.
As you sink to lie
at soul’s calm depth you descry
the niche of bliss where you want to be,
filled by life’s stream with joy make the soul a sea.
July 14, 2020
Syllable count : Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked on Rhymezone.com
Contest : Andaree-11 Lines
Sponsor : Joseph May
Mmmm - to have a good old soak
In bubbles in my bath
But someone played a practical joke
It isn’t funny, so do not laugh
Tell me when this happened
When did this occurrence occur
One day I could climb into my bath
But now I can’t even transfer
Oh dear it’s so depressing
I cannot bear to think
That I will never bathe again
It’s enough to turn a gal to drink
I will climb back into my bath
If it’s the last thing that I do
But have a fireman standing by
In case I fall - in case I die
I luxuriate immersed in bubbles
The water right up to my neck
To savour and bask and forget all my troubles
If I can’t get out, too bad, what the heck
A life without a good old soak
Is so depressing and is no joke
So even if I’m here forever, stuck inside this bath
I will die happy, clean and fresh, and ready for a laugh
So I will savour and enjoy it
The bubbles and the soap
And when the water starts to cool
Endeavour to get out - I hope!
Written after my last bath – sadly showers only from now on - 2018
Contest Strand Choice M
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
HAND IN HAND WALKING THE CRIMSON LEAF RAIN SOAK PATH--
Autumn walk red crimson trees holding hands;
Walking rain filled path;
Dips the drops like math;
One after other drops of water-rain;
Trees darken the walk;
Step by step we talk;
a beam streams of light guides our way out the dark;
Darken is the path lit by sunlight's rays darts;
dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dips,
Those full blossom leaves are red such fire
Hand in hand walking;
Alone just talking;
Bronze and reds it's brown surrounds our desire
Trees darken the path;
Step by step we gasps;
Promises warm tender hearts not damp or wet
HAND IN HAND WALKING THE CRIMSON LEAF SOAK PATH;
dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, drops,
5/12/18
For contest: QURINAGE ANY TOPIC POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Gregory R. Barden
Dawns beginning to break
Ephemeral vapors snake up
Hot soothing waters
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