Poems for Morgy

[juicylips]

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

-- Sara Teasdale

 

[juicylips]

April

The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.

Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

 

[juicylips]

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

 

[juicylips]

For Summery

Roses

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet: and it would be
Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.

George Eliot (1819-1880)

 

[juicylips]

a desert's rain...

i get so quiet here alone
i try to speak but nothing is heard
but shifting sand
a deep vast silence over takes me
every time i feel my heart shifts within my chest
soon i'm nothing but a desert
drowning on my own shifting sands
i part my lips to speak but no sound is heard...

my tears began to flow...
to comfort my dry, vast, and empty sadness.
like a desert my emotions shifting sand
every time the wind blows dry and empty
when the night comes to relieve my heat
i try to lift my spirit... and blows morning will come rain

the night's acts are barren...
night creature's that dance around me...
does nothing to wet my dry scarred lips
thinking in dark silence...
bright stars of hope above...
wishing for you my rain...
sadness aches in deeper pain
like a desert missing the rain...
missing what you don't have or seldom touch, or rarely felt...
sadness for wait happens...
when in a desert it finally rains...
it becomes alive... it flourishes with great urgency!
know the rain may never come again,
to wet it's dry empty soul...

please stay! i only want my Pain
to go away Never my RAIN...
words are spoken... breaking the silence
no stay don't leave me thirsty...
YOU... like the rain to a desert...
pours! i grow in strength...
i don't look like a desert anymore...
but please don't take away what i've tasted...
it you stop everything dries ...
hear my cries as part of me dies...

Stay... keep that cloud over me...
i can't reach the sky now but keep raining on me...
soon roots will grow stronger and hard branches soon penetrates your deepness to unite us...
so rain on me wetness...
i thirst!

by: Hz Nazaire [ Naz ]
1999

 

[juicylips]

RAIN

Observation:
Raindrops are cannibals.
Watch them on your window
on a wet morning
(or at another wet time of day).
They slurp
and swallow each other up
while they run down
the window, rolling, growing
growing until they’re fat enough
to fall down, dead
dead until a puddle forms
in which to splosh.
With one wet step,
you disperse the big puddle--
more raindrops to devour.

Dance:
There the liquid girl may dance...
as the rain pours and soaks.
She moves and turns with the rhythm
of the water as it falls.
She calls to you
to fall with it,
to feel with her,
to cry and dance.
Can you dance in the rain?
Can you dance with the rain?
Can you dance like the rain?
Are you liquid too?
Aren’t we all?

Magic:
In the rain my mind
wanders more than even usual,
and then it finds you and stops.
The sound of the water
drowns away the rest of the world.
I can hear you in its pouring--
that distant voice
now raining down from above me.
I want to stand in the rain
and drip wet and grow strong.
I want to sink with you.
I want to float down
and drown
in you.
Come with me and enjoy
the magic in the rain.

-- teresa j. wong, 3.23.96

 

[riff]

The Remains
--Mark Strand

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.

What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.

My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.

 

[juicylips]

After Rain
by Paul Carr


There had been a brief summer storm
From inside I had seen the lightning cut through the dark

I heard the peaceful drone of the rain
But it moved on, and shortly after I saw the half-moon through my window

Quiet and proud.

I decided to take a walk
Into the rejuvenated night earth I walked
Sound came and went with passing cars

Shiny wet.

I found a vantage point for the moon
A quiet place

A young cloud brushed the moon
Barely dimming the blue-sun shadows

The storm bank was visible to the east
Its clouds muted occasional flashes

Above me the moon's light dimmed the closest stars and planets save one
Shining brightly to the right of the moon

These two held throne in this night.

It seems rare to find this vantage in the city
The city its own night

A blinking white and red star rises out of the metropolis

As the storm bank edges past the fringe of view

A last thunder

Rumble along the tracks as the steel beast breaks sleep into a domino echo.

 

[juicylips]

Rain
Rain
Through the night
Through me
Through fields of sky
Like sea mist
Flying

The rain erases itself
Like a crazy man
With no memory
Confused
Slanting, then straight

The rain erases itself
Nude, blank
A young girl's body
Smooth, transparent
The rain erases itself
But it doesn't know

And I
Like the rain
Erase myself
Piece by piece
Streak by streak
Until only one
Drop is left
Wondering
On a green leaf
Waiting for sun
Restless
To dissolve
And disappear


1997 Lam Thi My Da.

 

[BigDawg69]

For My Rain

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not Love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever Loved.


--William Shakespeare

 

[juicylips]

For Summery

A summer rose
In midnight air
Far be to look into the eyes of summer rain
To know for a moment
On this high plain
Where eternity knows no bonds
The beat of summer gale
Silently strong, standing there
Patient to the wind
Bending
With the sway of the meadow
To remain
A summer rose.


Dave Person

 

[BigDawg69]

Summery

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.


--Wild Bill Shakespeare

 

[juicylips]

For Summery

Blossoms, frost and faith

A summer rose
has touched our hearts--
her beauty, planted in our souls
forever.

Now we can see;
the fresh, radiant blossom
illuminates
even in the winter.

We can see
the infinite strength
in the gentleness
that endures the chilling frost;

we can see
the ordeal
and the bliss
as her inextinguishable dignity
defies a frozen earth,
and she blooms again and again--
ever so lovely--our heroine
Summer rose

George Krumenacker

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Sweet Jesus

This is so wonderful, what a nice thing to wake up to!

Thank you Juicylips & Dawg

 

[juicylips]

You're welcome, peaches.

Everyone needs a surprise to wake up to now and then.

JL

 

[BigDawg69]

See what you inspire!

 

[Summery]

These are wonderful!

My day is starting to look better.

Thank you