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Summer Rains
Softly falls the summer rain
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
Auguries of Innocence (By William Blake)
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c*ck clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-c*ck clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
This poem has always caught my attention, especially the first verse.It certainly makes you think about life and its consequeces.
Auguries of Innocence is a poem from one of William Blake's notebooks now known as The Pickering Manuscript.[ It is assumed to have been written in 1803, but was not published until 1863 in the companion volume to Alexander Gilchrist's biography of William Blake. The poem contains a series of paradoxes which speak of innocence juxtaposed with evil and corruption. The poem is 132 lines and has been published with and without breaks that divide the poem into stanzas. An augury is a sign or omen
Faith and Trust
When words that sink too deeply
Into our hearts like a knife
Our feelings discarded so cheaply
The true meaning of this life
When times that last too briefly
And so colorful is the rose
Are taken away as thiefly
Such beauty lost and goes
When life becomes too weary
Into dusk the day will grow
Sleepless as night is dreary
Despite all the stars that glow
When dreams become too scary
And darkness becomes old
One cannot become too wary
Until all the lies are told
When trust can save us really
So great a need in strife
Is something given so freely
For those who honor life
When faith renews so freshly
Just like the turning tide
Is all needed so specially
So smiles no longer hide
Into our hearts like a knife
Our feelings discarded so cheaply
The true meaning of this life
When times that last too briefly
And so colorful is the rose
Are taken away as thiefly
Such beauty lost and goes
When life becomes too weary
Into dusk the day will grow
Sleepless as night is dreary
Despite all the stars that glow
When dreams become too scary
And darkness becomes old
One cannot become too wary
Until all the lies are told
When trust can save us really
So great a need in strife
Is something given so freely
For those who honor life
When faith renews so freshly
Just like the turning tide
Is all needed so specially
So smiles no longer hide
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Posted: Feb 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes the darkest, most dreary moments in life can be ushered away with one smile.
Bottle of Love (A Saga)
For many weeks
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail
I searched high and low
Among soggy cheese sandwiches
Covered with a green dough
Under the bed
With an amount of trepidation
But only found a refugee
From some far off Nation
I checked every drawer
In my very tall chest
And found another refugee
In a very dirty white vest
Behind the sofa
Amidst a furore of dust
No bottle of love
Just a mouldy old pie
With a very hard crust
I searched the kitchen
Though staring evil eyed potatoes
And a mountain of old greens
Then found it hiding
Behind a decrepit tin of beans
I drank with a lust
Hoping to find my lost mate
Then noticed the bottle
Was ten years out of date
My stomach churned
And my blood did boil
And next my trousers
I really did soil
So there is a moral
To a sad and lonely tale
Stick to the sell by date
Or your love life will fail
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
Wood Chopped Water Carried
Wood Chopped Water Carried
Robert N. L. Browning
Vital signs fading fast
Desperately hanging on
Slipping away, powerful voice
Let go, release and trust
Free fall infinite space
Brilliant womb of light
Total love and acceptance
All that is, was and will be
Beyond form, no separation
Highest self, one spirit connection
Survived, changed Surgeons life
No complications, cracking jokes
Faith, love, peace and joy grow
Great gift, dying before I die
Awe of life’s magnificence
Beyond ability to express
Grateful Transformation
Lamp lighter and oasis
Path breathlessly looking
Light within, truth revealed.
Before and after Enlightenment
Wood chopped, water carried.
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This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.
Robert N. L. Browning
Vital signs fading fast
Desperately hanging on
Slipping away, powerful voice
Let go, release and trust
Free fall infinite space
Brilliant womb of light
Total love and acceptance
All that is, was and will be
Beyond form, no separation
Highest self, one spirit connection
Survived, changed Surgeons life
No complications, cracking jokes
Faith, love, peace and joy grow
Great gift, dying before I die
Awe of life’s magnificence
Beyond ability to express
Grateful Transformation
Lamp lighter and oasis
Path breathlessly looking
Light within, truth revealed.
Before and after Enlightenment
Wood chopped, water carried.
………………………………………………..
This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.
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Posted: Oct 2020
About this poem:
This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.The Last Leaf
Walking in the autumn sun
A touch of cold in the air
Waiting leaves one by one
Fall to the ground unaware
Past the white picket fence
Nothing can stop their fall
Downward will commence
The last golden kiss of all
Tossed in a growing breeze
They tussle with our mind
As gentle as a feather please
Will rests with all its kind
Till a gentle snow will come
Pressing and matting down
Begin to fade and glum
Will soon become all brown
Then only a few still cling
Such that rattle in the night
When a soft breeze bring
An end to all their plight
A touch of cold in the air
Waiting leaves one by one
Fall to the ground unaware
Past the white picket fence
Nothing can stop their fall
Downward will commence
The last golden kiss of all
Tossed in a growing breeze
They tussle with our mind
As gentle as a feather please
Will rests with all its kind
Till a gentle snow will come
Pressing and matting down
Begin to fade and glum
Will soon become all brown
Then only a few still cling
Such that rattle in the night
When a soft breeze bring
An end to all their plight
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Posted: Sep 2020
About this poem:
One by one the leaves will fall until all is gone.
Bound Hands
Hands bound above your head,
Eyes cloaked in my delicate darkness.
Tonight will be a beautiful pleasure
Mixed with sweet pain
As you surrender
Giving into your master
Tonight your heart will beat in my rhythm
I’ll choose the pictures you will hear,
And with precise accuracy as I pleasure you
My sweet sincerity you will deeply feel
I will keep and cherish all of you
In this world of selfish duplicity
Your essence of honesty and passion
Is why proud I am to be your master
Discover I will all the ways to pleasure you
Be that with my lips, my hands or with a whip
Not one strike will be without your pleasure
Not one thrust will be in selfishness
You and I together will explore
All the pleasure erotic world can offer
Sharing cute girls and guys we will
Having them play with us until we make them c*m
Yet ultimate delight will be
When deep into you I'll slide
A rhythm of passion we'll find
Taking us to peaks of sweet release
You and I in a sensual embrace,
Our nectars creating a sweet cocktail of lust
Which only comes when kindred spirits climax
Together in passion as one.
Eyes cloaked in my delicate darkness.
Tonight will be a beautiful pleasure
Mixed with sweet pain
As you surrender
Giving into your master
Tonight your heart will beat in my rhythm
I’ll choose the pictures you will hear,
And with precise accuracy as I pleasure you
My sweet sincerity you will deeply feel
I will keep and cherish all of you
In this world of selfish duplicity
Your essence of honesty and passion
Is why proud I am to be your master
Discover I will all the ways to pleasure you
Be that with my lips, my hands or with a whip
Not one strike will be without your pleasure
Not one thrust will be in selfishness
You and I together will explore
All the pleasure erotic world can offer
Sharing cute girls and guys we will
Having them play with us until we make them c*m
Yet ultimate delight will be
When deep into you I'll slide
A rhythm of passion we'll find
Taking us to peaks of sweet release
You and I in a sensual embrace,
Our nectars creating a sweet cocktail of lust
Which only comes when kindred spirits climax
Together in passion as one.
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Posted: Sep 2020
About this poem:
You tell me what you think about the poem.
Love Whatever inspires be it song sermon or science
Love
Whatever inspires
Be it song sermon or science
Blessed the human family
With crumbs of comfort
From Christ's Table
(mbe)
To be continued
Copyright expired many years ago
Divine Love always has
& always will meet every human need
The truth will always set us free
What manner of Love
God bestowed
Upon his Beloved son
(John ?)
Even the youths shall utterly faint & fall
But those that wait upon the lord shall renew their strength
Mount up
Run not be weary
?Isiah 40
KJV
Psalms 23 & roger Whitaker
Sometimes in the morning
When you're fast asleep
I
My cup Runneth over w Love
To be continued incomplete
Famous quotes
Not my composed work
Copyrights expired many years ago
in court
Court done
Far to go to be done
not complete-done
To be contd.
Whatever inspires
Be it song sermon or science
Blessed the human family
With crumbs of comfort
From Christ's Table
(mbe)
To be continued
Copyright expired many years ago
Divine Love always has
& always will meet every human need
The truth will always set us free
What manner of Love
God bestowed
Upon his Beloved son
(John ?)
Even the youths shall utterly faint & fall
But those that wait upon the lord shall renew their strength
Mount up
Run not be weary
?Isiah 40
KJV
Psalms 23 & roger Whitaker
Sometimes in the morning
When you're fast asleep
I
My cup Runneth over w Love
To be continued incomplete
Famous quotes
Not my composed work
Copyrights expired many years ago
in court
Court done
Far to go to be done
not complete-done
To be contd.
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
Not finished yetGoal NOT a long one
Finish Goal short
Famous quotes
Not my composed work
Copyrights expired many years ago
in court
Court done
Far to go to not done
Family and friends poem.
Religion is the act of attempting to map out a path to achieving consistent spiritual goals. Unfortunately, religion has sometimes fallen into the hands of some wacky people. If someone comes to you and professes to be able to solve your problems by some religious or spiritual path, beware! Life will always be difficult. There is no one that can wrap you in a cocoon of religion and save you from all negativity. Religion has been used for good and evil throughout history. Make sure you're on the right side.
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Posted: Aug 2020
About this poem:
Our world has been polluted with religion,The more religion we have the more problems we have However, religion is a good thing. How possible can it be to have one global community?
Covid-19
For us the disease came and went, a short war,
six weeks we hustled around the house
making pies and scones
the birds in the garden
knew nothing of the contagion
nor the autumn trees
from an endless summer
few cars in the streets
unplugged
all tuned out
save the occasional broadcast
saying the numbers were less than yesterday
all fine in God's acre
the universe just washed us clean
May you receive the same soon..
six weeks we hustled around the house
making pies and scones
the birds in the garden
knew nothing of the contagion
nor the autumn trees
from an endless summer
few cars in the streets
unplugged
all tuned out
save the occasional broadcast
saying the numbers were less than yesterday
all fine in God's acre
the universe just washed us clean
May you receive the same soon..
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Posted: Jul 2020
About this poem:
As the planet battles Covid-19 New Zealand dug in quick and it payed off enormously.So peaceful in the streets, hope all is well with you...
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