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Rain
Rain
Knows my thoughts
before I think them.
Can finish sentences
that have not been spoken.
Taps at the window,
gently speaking
sweet messages.
Softly plays on the puddles,
making spiral rings
that reach for the edges
of the silence.
I am peaceful,
and less alone,
for my pain
is soothed by the rain.
Copyright 2000 ~~~ Lynn Winters
Knows my thoughts
before I think them.
Can finish sentences
that have not been spoken.
Taps at the window,
gently speaking
sweet messages.
Softly plays on the puddles,
making spiral rings
that reach for the edges
of the silence.
I am peaceful,
and less alone,
for my pain
is soothed by the rain.
Copyright 2000 ~~~ Lynn Winters
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
It's simply really; I Love Rain and I have written about it frequently over the years.NATURE'S MIRACLE.
As a cut out, imposed against the sky
Mature tree features, climbing high
Blush colour, background and frame
Shadows of tree, can twilight tame
Instead it leaves, a sinister chill
As night picture, frame it fills
Haunting skyline, statement made
Till daytime ends, account paid
Darkness drops, colour leaves scene
Shapes draw eyes, waiting the sheen
Of breaking dawn, bright crystal rays
Daily miracle, explodes to a new day
Mature tree features, climbing high
Blush colour, background and frame
Shadows of tree, can twilight tame
Instead it leaves, a sinister chill
As night picture, frame it fills
Haunting skyline, statement made
Till daytime ends, account paid
Darkness drops, colour leaves scene
Shapes draw eyes, waiting the sheen
Of breaking dawn, bright crystal rays
Daily miracle, explodes to a new day
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
shadows...erazed by dawn
My Own Sunrise
" My Own Sunrise "
Here I sit
beneath a melting sun
As I watch the moon rise
I slowly come undone
With frozen eyes
that steal the world
And I dream of a life
I dont deserve
From within my soul
I feel I've died
Wasps fill my head
killing the fireflies
That I've tried so hard
to protect
I wonder
Will my heart
ever beat again
Because Its filled with love
Yet lacerated
Quietly dark
and somewhat jaded
But if I do my best
Will You forgive
May I taste Your clouds
and kiss heavens lips
Before I fade away
into the night
I count my blessings
then become the light
With my eyes upon
shooting stars
Where my earthly body
is no longer scarred
Then with hope
I look up to neon skies
Inhaled the darkness
and drank from the sunrise
Swallowing parts of me
I will always own
But this hell was never
meant to be my home
Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F
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Posted: Jan 2016
About this poem:
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?E. M. Forster
Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
SOUL OF NATURE.
A time when artists, paint the sky
Flame of darkness, guiding eyes
Colour palette, masterpiece holds
Plums-pink-slate blue, also gold
Stirred a cauldron, fire explodes.
Sunset time, when nature's bold
Weaves threads, dark from bright
Snuffing candles, that gave us light
Coating earth, as sky takes flight
Artistic brush, flies a devil's kite
Dance across heaven, to peace
Warning daylight, gift on lease
Smothered colours, fade to die
Listen carefully, as nature sighs
At nightfall, a mask can control
Protecting mother nature's...soul
Flame of darkness, guiding eyes
Colour palette, masterpiece holds
Plums-pink-slate blue, also gold
Stirred a cauldron, fire explodes.
Sunset time, when nature's bold
Weaves threads, dark from bright
Snuffing candles, that gave us light
Coating earth, as sky takes flight
Artistic brush, flies a devil's kite
Dance across heaven, to peace
Warning daylight, gift on lease
Smothered colours, fade to die
Listen carefully, as nature sighs
At nightfall, a mask can control
Protecting mother nature's...soul
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Hints of sunset every night
Snow Is Falling
The snow is falling down and once again a icy wind is blowing
There are lots of people pottering around with cold hands, warm hearts and face's that are glowing
And children enjoying splish splashing around the slushy puddle
For me there is nothing like a cold wet windy winters day to make one miss, wish....
one had a loving partner to hug..
snuggle up to, and cuddle :)
I sometimes wish i was a bird so
free to wander, soar on high
To fly off to wonderful, warm peaceful places, with beautiful scenery to bless, astound the eye
Migrate to a sunnier climate
with bright blue skies
And yet, with all that said....
I must admit i think i'd possibly miss the haven of my home,
and the comfort of my cosy bed !
There are lots of people pottering around with cold hands, warm hearts and face's that are glowing
And children enjoying splish splashing around the slushy puddle
For me there is nothing like a cold wet windy winters day to make one miss, wish....
one had a loving partner to hug..
snuggle up to, and cuddle :)
I sometimes wish i was a bird so
free to wander, soar on high
To fly off to wonderful, warm peaceful places, with beautiful scenery to bless, astound the eye
Migrate to a sunnier climate
with bright blue skies
And yet, with all that said....
I must admit i think i'd possibly miss the haven of my home,
and the comfort of my cosy bed !
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Snow is falling again ..looks great ..but i cannot wait for the warmth of Spring and Summer :)
Flower
Mother nature wasn't ready to die,
In her old age,
She bore a flower, a beauty for God's eye,
In life God wrote another page,
He saw the flower rise from the hard crust,
A flower was born from the dust,
God is not though with us.
Mother nature had a tear in her eye,
She has felt the storm's rage,
But with God's power,
She grew a flower,
In life God wrote another page.
Who knows when it will be the end of time,
Maybe we are in our last hour,
But as long as God allows the sun to shine,
Mother nature will grow another flower
In her old age,
She bore a flower, a beauty for God's eye,
In life God wrote another page,
He saw the flower rise from the hard crust,
A flower was born from the dust,
God is not though with us.
Mother nature had a tear in her eye,
She has felt the storm's rage,
But with God's power,
She grew a flower,
In life God wrote another page.
Who knows when it will be the end of time,
Maybe we are in our last hour,
But as long as God allows the sun to shine,
Mother nature will grow another flower
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
a poem I wrote years ago
Carpark Blues .........
I'm sitting in the car park
North of nowhere
It's so dark
You can't see my despair
The rain is flogging down
Harder than hell
I just want to curl up
And get back in my shell
But a glimpse of light appears
Piercing through the black
Dawn is breaking through
No time to be slack
I notice their are others
Also waiting for the light
For the ocean has been talking
And the listeners have been right
There is a big swell running
For a couple of days now
And the weekend is here
So the crowds flock my brow
But the tide is not quite right
Or where it needs to be
As people hit the water
As far as I can see
So I will sit here patiently
And let time do its thing
And save all my energy
For when I really need to bring
Tinker on the keyboard
And write a word or two
Listen to the wind
To appreciate you ..........
North of nowhere
It's so dark
You can't see my despair
The rain is flogging down
Harder than hell
I just want to curl up
And get back in my shell
But a glimpse of light appears
Piercing through the black
Dawn is breaking through
No time to be slack
I notice their are others
Also waiting for the light
For the ocean has been talking
And the listeners have been right
There is a big swell running
For a couple of days now
And the weekend is here
So the crowds flock my brow
But the tide is not quite right
Or where it needs to be
As people hit the water
As far as I can see
So I will sit here patiently
And let time do its thing
And save all my energy
For when I really need to bring
Tinker on the keyboard
And write a word or two
Listen to the wind
To appreciate you ..........
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Early morning surf check ............Untitled
Had you been there, waiting?
Could you know, before I,
that I'd choose this moment,
after decades gone by,
to hitch up my sequinned skirts,
with no thought to stay dry?
Black eyes watching,
disguised as a bobbing log -
did you notice the fog
lift from my brow...
the endless moment now,
by each other bewitched...
sea-swayed and gazebound,
sequinned skirts floating 'round -
'No sound!'
Toes scrunching the sand,
the urge to withstand -
But the moment dropped beneath the waves.
Would you see me home,
if I sank beneath the foam;
or chastise me back to shore?
Do You know more?
Are you still there,
waiting?
Could you know, before I,
that I'd choose this moment,
after decades gone by,
to hitch up my sequinned skirts,
with no thought to stay dry?
Black eyes watching,
disguised as a bobbing log -
did you notice the fog
lift from my brow...
the endless moment now,
by each other bewitched...
sea-swayed and gazebound,
sequinned skirts floating 'round -
'No sound!'
Toes scrunching the sand,
the urge to withstand -
But the moment dropped beneath the waves.
Would you see me home,
if I sank beneath the foam;
or chastise me back to shore?
Do You know more?
Are you still there,
waiting?
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
This is about the moment, 20+ years after last being in the sea, when I followed the sudden urge, in spite of wearing a long floaty skirt, to run into the waves up to my waist. What I thought was a bobbing log, about 20 ft away, turned out to be a seal, silently watching me. We just gazed at each other for what seemed like an age, but was really only seconds. I love these creatures, and the legends surrounding them. Perhaps the "I" of the poem is a seal woman who came ashore to shed her skin and dance, as in the folk tales, but for whom it is not yet time to return to her watery home. Or perhaps she is a mermaid who earned her legs (the sequins on the skirt recalling her scales). Or perhaps there simply Are moments when humans and animals connect deeply.I don't have a title yet, but I dedicate it to my wonderful friend, who was like a father to me, and who was with me that day, about eight years ago, on Tentsmuir beach. He died two years ago, and I think he knew better than I that it was not my time to follow.
Only a surfer.........
Only a surfer knows the feeling
When the weather is so still
There's an aura in his perception
That shines within his will
And when he gazes across the sky
To identify his wondering sense
His thoughts ponder on the ocean
And the swells that arrive from hence
So when he stands on the beach
And eyes a mirrored sea
And the uniformity of the waves
Are as perfect as they can be
And even though they maybe small
It worries him at all not
Because the beauty is in the stillness
As he saturates the lot.......
When the weather is so still
There's an aura in his perception
That shines within his will
And when he gazes across the sky
To identify his wondering sense
His thoughts ponder on the ocean
And the swells that arrive from hence
So when he stands on the beach
And eyes a mirrored sea
And the uniformity of the waves
Are as perfect as they can be
And even though they maybe small
It worries him at all not
Because the beauty is in the stillness
As he saturates the lot.......
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Posted: Feb 2018
About this poem:
Three absolutely magic days ....... We usually need a heap of wind to whip up the ocean but a passing cyclone far out to sea and a long way from us sends through the remainder of it's swell at the same time copious amounts of rain with out any wind creates the perfect conditions......AS DAYTIME FLIES.
As twilight spreads, its evening dust
Feelings of peace, nights usual must
Blue escaped, replaced faded grey
Squeezing light, farewelled to day
From nowhere, a rosy hue arrives
New colours merge, bringing alive
Fire shadings, as a life dies
Dawn once broke, now daytime flies
Stars wait, to dazzle and explode
In a night sky, their beauty flowed
Before the moon, it's lantern shone
Until the dawn, then night is gone.
Feelings of peace, nights usual must
Blue escaped, replaced faded grey
Squeezing light, farewelled to day
From nowhere, a rosy hue arrives
New colours merge, bringing alive
Fire shadings, as a life dies
Dawn once broke, now daytime flies
Stars wait, to dazzle and explode
In a night sky, their beauty flowed
Before the moon, it's lantern shone
Until the dawn, then night is gone.
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
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