soft, creamy, gooey
sweet pudding melts on my tongue
rain falls in torrents
what's better than caramel?
warm inside, stormy outside!
10.09.2026
Pretty bright sunny day with birds singing,
turned stormy with big dark clouds,
AN OUNCE OF TEARS came out.
My heart is in a sepulchre
My soul rests upon silent flowers
Waves crash upon the dreams I dream
A hush reigns over my gay spirit
That the simple not perish in his folly
That the just not die unwholly
Let the wits of the wise search me out
Let the elders of the earth be precise
Where do I find that which stays hidden?
How do I revive that which stays dead?
When will the culprit of delayed destiny be apprehended?
?Must life be dead before it is comprehended?
Until the stars bear witness to my pain,
And heaven answers what the earth concealed,
The God who watches o'er the restless deep
Shall speak, and call to life what once seemed dead.
Written 23/07/2026 for weekly challenge Haiku style include word rain
1st go at haiku used sylubus counter so hopefully correct
Rain came down quickly
Sky stormy black ~ no colour
A rainbow appeared
Stormy made a friend
With a tiny squirrel
Peeking in the window
looking for Stormy
The squirrel's paw touch pane
Asking -"Where is Stormy?"
When Stormy and squirrel
Meet at the window
They begin to play
Both of them running
They do this till tired
Then take a nap
A stormy but secure view.
That undismayed by it!
Outlines faith in a shepherd
Through a meek-guided herd.
Ever present world-surrounds!
As troublous which uprear.
With staff in hand, Lord, myself
There midst, unabashed seen.
Lamb, littlest! On whose peace lean.
Sheepcote and safety near.
crackled lightning was frightening
that was me ghost said in a boast
could loud thunder have been a blunder?
it gave me a bit of a twitch said the witch
young ghoul did not understand the rule
twisted slightly, scene was unsightly
Halloween so vividly and intensely in the swing
stormy night made it right for a Jack-o-lantern king
I walked a long stretch to reach you.
My path was uneven, my journey was mystical,
I stumbled on rugged pebbles many times,
My fingers got pricked by thorns on roses, and bled,
The wind was tempestuous, hurt my face like sharp blades,
I did not stop, I kept walking.
There were dainty flowers beneath my feet to greet me,
They were delicate, they were ethereal,
Those floral saplings were bruised by treading on.
They could not protect me from harsh wind and incessant rain,
Water dripped from braids on my hair,
I was shivering in the stormy weather.
My soul was wrapped with music of love.
The sparkling champagne light of autumn,
mysterious whisper of twirling velvety leaves,
the turquoise waves lapping on shore,
chirping melody by a tiny hummingbird,
elusive dewdrops quivering on lotus leaves..,
O darling, I can not stop because I know you are waiting for me,
being love-starved, my heart bleeds,
and beats faster than you can imagine.
Those ravishing flowers will guide me to you,
My journey will end only when I am in your embrace.
"Listen To The Wind Sing as it sparks your imagination giving life to the words you write." By Poet
Listen to the mighty wind sing
A sound filling the air with love and peace
Giving the chimes a heavenly ring
A stormy day and wind may soon cease
Words are needed and are now on their way
Let's write about the rain soaked weary geese
Sun adds imagination to this windy day
Making the wind come out singing
Now we can all peacefully write and pray
Listen to your words as chimes are ringing
Wind and windchimes sound good together
Your words and windchimes are singing and swinging
Calm wind lite as an angel's feather
Watch out for the changeable weather
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storm-hush settling as my soul leans into the silence beneath the thunder
Ode to my cat Stormy
She is my alarm clock
Waking me earl
When she hears the plough
To clear the deep snow
She jumps on my bed
Looks out the window
To see what is there
Then jumps to the floor
To lay on my be
Stormy makes me laugh
She makes me smile
She cheers me up
When I am upset
Stormy is vocal
Stormy announces
Everywhere she goes
She meowed loudly
She was in the basement
She was in darkness
I followed her sound
She was telling me
She was in darkness
I went down the stairs
I turned on the lights
I went downstairs
I saw her pawing
For a favourite toy
That was out of reach
To reach for her toy
The Christmas tree stands
Ready for the lights
Then some ornaments
To place on branches
The large ones and small
On the low branches
Ornaments are placed
Now enter- Stormy
The blubs she bats
Slow with her front paw
The low ornaments
They are removed
Now paws the tree skirt
Is removed from the tree
The floor is bare now
Now she chews the branch
Shei s nudged away
It makes me wonder
Why stormy did this
I ponder my thought
What the reason is
Her first Christmas tree
I ponder my thoughts
This makes sense to me
It is the first Christmas time
She saw a Christmas tree
In nights deepest ebb she rained her tears
She thrashed and crashed along the piers
In fits or rage she smote the tall trees
Her galing winds splintering with ease
Though they prayed she so forbade the day
Veiling the skies in dark clouds of gray
But loudest storm never howls for long
And soon she dispersed her cloudy throng
In gleams of light the sun’s calming ray
Soothed her fury, ringing forth the day
‘Shamed, she drifted back atop the wave
Hoping in time to be forgave
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ubergeeks huddle at cracked screens~
forefront of the gale stamps rooftops into drums.
sky bleeds indigo then bruises black
a puck of hail cracks the bus shelter glass.
wind doesn't howl~it translates.
pine tongues lash at power lines.
rain stitches the river to the road.
one lone bird rides the updraft on a dare.
then~lightening forks the clouds~
roots seeking soil.
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One stormy day in Texas the sky cracked open like a cheap piñata,
Jalapeño hail lashed the bluebonnets—goodbye, pretty blooms hasta la vista!
Rain turned to spicy salsa, rivers into ice-cold Lone Star Beer.
Cowpokes huddled together, prayin’ in the cactus-flavored air.
Pa’s prize longhorns blew away, where they went he had no idea
Eventually landed in Dallas yellin', "Y'all seen my tortillas?"
Crick rose up where three armadillos was sharin' one floatie.
Were heard to ask, “Where’s our guacamole?” ¡Olé!
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