Back and fourth she is pacing
Which way to turn left or right
Her heart and mind now racing
Wheather its day or even night
The one thing she's embracing
That is to be on the highist hight
It would seem no time wasting
What always wets her appitie
The only thing shes now tasting
Wheather out of mind or sight
If the dark shes not chasing
Then it is always the light
Follow up to reality unreal about ex partner
Written july june 2022
Heart, unmoved, by Love's purview
Now, bursting, wets a face.
At once, on infinite space
And fixed solely on you.
Ribbon beach,
displayed in mellow ochre tones
a thing of lowering sky,
beneath the rain which blows in petty drops
that neither wets nor moves the flat and discontented sand,
an ocean milky calm withdraws itself
a lover growing cold
neglectful of its faithful margin land,
the restless rollling surf their child
which permanently shuffles in between
a yellow mother anchored to the earth
and errant father wrapped in waves of blue and green
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Man reacts to rain in a variety of ways often finding a fault with it. When the season's rain is late in coming, he is no longer choosy and wants it just to rain in what so way. Yet, when it rains enough, he tends to become somewhat hard to please and fussy. However, this ghazal, set in an Anapaest meter, has its own idea what it can be truly called rain.
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What wets all my within I call rain,
What makes her envy green I call rain.
I’ve seen rains cleanse and scour all around,
What makes her a teen queen I call rain.
Rain may make the rivers overflow,
What lets me her heart win I call rain.
Rain may make her all wet from without,
What can make her heart keen, I call rain.
Rain can turn deserts to oasis,
If love seeds sprout therein, I call rain.
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Happenings | 05.07.2026 | green, heart, love, rain, Ghazal
Dust gathers softly
spirit wets, shapes into clay
forming a lantern
with an ember deep within
left asleep in the cinders
Candlewick is lit
when God is welcomed within—
like fireflies in cave
are energized to brightness
in the enlightened dust
Monk is called upon
to keep the lantern gleaming—
with introspection
meditation and teaching
rekindling fading embers
Dust returns to dust,
yet the light keeps traveling
through ten thousand souls—
what they seek already glows
behind the glint in their eyes
Mother watch me
Im in the water
Its kind
It caresses me
And wets my hair
Mother look im moving in the waves
They love me
Its warm
Can't you watch me
Im waving
Mother it's guiding me
To some kind of fairytale it wants me to see
I want to go mamma
Can I go?
I see you sleeping on the sand
I saw a seal, mamma did you see
The sea wanted me to follow it
The sea the sea
Im floating mamma
The sea, it's taking me
Mother watch me far away
Im going with the sea
Im doing as it says
Its taking me mamma
Im running with the tides
Its beautiful Mother
Im in the deep blue
I can't see the sands
I cannot see you
But mamma im happy
Im going now Mother
The sea the sea
Its taking me
In it's embrace
I wish you could see
. she couldn't
wouldn't shouldn't
truly
gaze mine think's eyne
for
long we both shall
live
and eve next i
were happy
with my
and hern pretty voice
amuze'n audiance
thuh
thuh most showing
'bout theirn eyne
crystal cautious
salty
wets
whilst
melancholic charm
drip'd past hern
purrr'fect lips
On the hearth of the dead, so gloomy,
The heart beats hard, with little left.
In vain the bird still bears its wings
— What is a silken nest to be,
When it cannot fly?
A bitter tear only wets its cheeks.
O bloodthirsty one,
forever cursed you are!
Therefore tonight,
dance a circle for the children:
A circle of friends, a circle of joy,
May it move for your good,
Eternally, joyfully,
around the world.
Let the hungry not crave bread tonight.
Let the barefoot share their shoes.
To those who thirst the most,
Let water be given, forever free.
Play the fraternal circle,
children,
Let roses grow behind your footsteps.
Bury the curse of hatred deep,
For it is the cause of all misery
— This, you must know.
Silence lives in mind,
To remain sacred,
Yet not a secret,
But so ruthless...
Silence lies undefeated,
To redeem strength,
Yet fights not so,
Just broken blips...
Silence never go blind,
It's rather aptly florid:
A reasoning exit-
Wordy toothless...
Silence neither be cheated,
Nor conquer at length...
A lone worried soul
Wets words off lips.
Showers and Words
Showers and showers it rains
Thirsty land it drains
Hiding inside lies a seed
Shooting up to quench our need
Never does it know
That it grows a bough
Until it rains
And wets the plains
Words and words it hides
Bright knowledge it lights
Curious inside lies our zeal
A book ignites clogging seal
Never does it know
That a life does it glow
Until it is read
Showering pride and bread
by SkYPen
Nibbled
or inhaled whole,
rhymes feed weary spirits.
One stanza wets the appetite.
Ugly
tears are the mark of a good meal.
Poems can be eaten,
satiating
hunger.
Hello from this side of the ranges
I stand looking at the blooming roses
Buzzing bees above the blossoms
The big beautiful blossoms
I adore the sight of the swollen buds
As wind sway the soft swollen buds
Made moist by morning dew
Just about to burst open in a few
I stand staring at the red rose,
The sweet red rose,
As the buds swell and burst open
Exposing the hidden_ the pink petals
When the petals spread open
Their nice scent fill the air
My rose appears fine and fair
I love it!
A sweet rose lies between two mountains
Where a stream wets the grasses around
Where the climate is hot and wet,
And farmers scoop sweet summer honey.
I reach for the sweet soft petals
Swipe my fingers between petals
They are tidy and tender to touch
The sweet scent soothes me even much
I pluck a few for banquet roll
I hold them close to my heart
As I leave with my roses,
I feel love in the air.
By Teacher Kevin
Positively Preposterous Puckheads...STILL!!!
Boy! They sure don't drive no Coupe DeVille.
My wife dragged me here against my will,
I just, Touched Down! in Palookaville!
Her Uncle Buck, buck-teethed and busted bunions,
Always smelled just a bit like onions.
He'd cuss me out while eating Funyuns!
Yep, that Codger's one big Curmudgeon!
Aunt Tildy, wore garters with lace tassels,
Bought lavender soap by the passels!
Had dreams of Knights at White Castles,
And she tells my wife, I'M the ASSLE!
Cousin Clem, I call him "Phlegm," ain't right in the head!
He's thirty-five! and still wets the bed!
And his folks still wonder why he's not wed!
I don't care what that Doctor Phil said!
Last, but not least, is that beast they call Boo!
That cur must be older than...Twenty-Two!
And bowels!...Man, that mutt sure could poo!
As luck would have it...he spackled my shoe!
Damn! Sun's setting, they're sweating, and I'm stuck here...STILL!!!
Oh Lord, please send me that Coupe DeVille!
I might as well start writing my will!
There's "Nightmares Galore" here in Palookaville!
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.
When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.
When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.
The Ballad of the California Surfer
Early morning waves rise high
Looking like it touches the California sky
While surfers glide through morning waves,
Sun shining down on the sand
As ocean mist wets his hand,
There's no place I would rather be
Then on a surfboard out at sea
Through the horizon
While waves are risen
I will surf the california seas
Through that wet misty breeze
When I surf the waves with such ease,
Because there's no place I would rather be
Then on a surfboard out at sea
While the sun is risen
On the early morning horizon
I will surf the California seas
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