All five bets are off
Rain long as seasons short
friends change like raindrops
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All I have at times is a picture in my mind of you rain comes down All I have in mind is with delicate sound sun starts to shine season’s change with time let her flow penetrates my mind and then it’s you let it flow All I have at times is a tune my mind it’s you
colorful version:
All I have at times is a picture in my mind of you rain comes down All I have in mind is with delicate sound sun starts to shine season’s change with time let her flow penetrates my mind and then it’s you let it flow All I have at times is a tune my mind it’s you
concrete poem made with font-type: “cursive” and “unsafe” colors (meaning colors that may not be standard with all browsers). What it looks like on you computer… well I have no idea.
previously posted in standard form: “I have at times”
All I have at times
is a picture in my mind
of you
rain comes down
with delicate sound
let it flow
All I have at times
is a tune my mind
it’s you
sun starts to shine
and it penetrates my mind
let it flow
All I have in mind
is the season’s change with time
and then it’s you…
metered to match the melody of ‘Pageantry’ by Fan Modine
Night Storm
Rain
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
(Watching the storm from my window)
the fury come rolling up to the house,
tempest of tempting tidal
fragrance flower over the patio
quenching the Red Rock drought.
a welcomed wash.
tempest of tempting tidal
fragrance flower over the patio
quenching the Red Rock drought.
a welcomed wash.
between the curtain of rain drops,
I view a path to a menacing sky
and terrible thunder.
such noise to wake this wasteland of
quiet stagnate slumber and hazy heat.
I feel it in my chest…
my feet
my dry mouth
my dry bones.
watching the storm from my window
with both wariness and wonder.
where the noon day heat wave’s
last sticky stagnate grasp
withers and dissapates
with relief.
A welcomed awakening.
a nights festival_
straw dogs to the morning sun_
jazz notes and rain drops _
straw dogs to the morning sun_
jazz notes and rain drops _
Photo Attributes. Original.
I follow her down
Within every rain drop
is a reflection of the Sea.
through mountain meadow
through rolling river
she finds her way to the Sea
and I wonder if
within the mountain meadows,
within the rolling rivers
If I may also see
the reflection of the sea
I follow her down_
Night Storm
Rain
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
Best read with someone blowing into a jug
Rainstorm odors
All the senses take over
All my troubles
that consume
are washed away
In the damp perfumes
Of the impending down pour
,
Storm blows through
And the sun is peeking through
the sun warms the dew
and I’m thinking of you
I need the new perfume
All the senses take over
And be right over
heading for your stormy ways.
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Late summer Rains
Late summer rains come
with a damp cool breeze
nostalgic perfume of
the new Autumn tease
The moon hangs inviting
like the wink of an eye
from fresh friendly faces
in my youth long passed by
Late summer rains came
through woods we would race
hid in the tree house
hearts give way to chase
Later summer rains now
put my mind at ease
remind me of places far
from the aging Autumn tease.
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look there
Look there…
Behind that mansion…
That opulent keep
Of worldly sculpture and lavish furniture…
Of cultivated culture and expensive dinner attire…
Of banker’s sweat and American dream…
Stands a sanctuary
For wild pigeons
Lovingly taken care of…
Tucked away…
As if it was the greatest treasure…
Protected by a keep.
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