A sad tune she plays in a rainy night
With a small drizzle I hear the melody,
Queen of the night she walks here and there with the wind
And it looks so sad when she passes without a hope.
There isn't a single soul to be seen on the road
As the drizzle turned into heavy rains unexpectedly.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Morning Drizzle
Today
If you find out the rain is rattling outside
Don't put your blanket on
And sleeping again
Today
If you find out the wind doesn't stop whistle
Don't close your ears with your hands
And hide your fears
It's just morning drizzle
It's just shower from the sky
That waking this world
From cold winter time
Today
If you find out the sky is grey
Don't you hesitant to go outside
And ruin your perfect day
Today
If you don't see the sunlight shines bright
Don't keep your mourning
And forget to smile
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a mighty spray
That splashes you warning
In your joy of spring
Today
If you find out the cloud doesn't disperse
Don't keep the loneliness inside
Behind the dusty window
Today
If you find out the damp street
Don't let your mood darkening
And grudging over the muddy puddle
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a water breeze
That cooling this land
From the heat of summer
Today
If you find out the plants soaked with downpour
Don't let your heart heavy
To do what you have to do
Today
If you find out the leaves falling helplessly
Don't also feel so weak
To be blown by cruel storm
It's just morning drizzle
It's just the season's change
That washes you some fun
In the harvest of autumn
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A man stands alone
A gloomy evening at the bus stop
He saw his best friend’s wife was seated in the bus
And he just waved but could not get in.
The last bus came
And he saw his best friend
After a long time,
Who was going home?
He promised him to meet on a Sunday
And he confessed to himself
Thinking of his friend’s wife.
His tears joined the drizzle
Which has turned to heavy rains?
And he drowned in the flood water.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Homecoming
You came as a drizzle
When I was exhausting.
Then you touched my soul
Like a feather.
I thought it's a dream.
When I got up
I saw you were laying aside
as a sleeping beauty.
All of a sudden you are here unexpectedly
as a snowhite.
It's not a day dream.
[We started living together]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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What if we finally meet
what when we finally meet
it's cold like winter
between me and you
a mere stone to reflect
the wonderful time
we have for each other
and my words like summer wind
sailing the warm expanse of
your bossom
i will send a smile that refracts tears
from another realm
bear with me, bear with me
bear with the drizzle, the drizzle
bear with the hands of nature
as they turn the wheel of fate
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rainbow drizzle
I seldom see
those like you or me
that is why
we're meant to be
Playing our banjos
on the roof
Putting nail varnish
on a horses hoof
Rainbow drizzle
Red green and blue
I like me
I like you
Let's always stay young
having fun
we'll fly away
we'll touch the sun
When the snow falls
We'll make snowmen
Take the day off work
We'll stay out till ten
Rainbow drizzle
Red green and blue
I like me
I like you
Let's do cartwheels
In the rain
I'll pick some daisies
I'll make you a chain
Hold my hands and we'll spin
around and around
We'll get so dizzy
Fall to the ground
Rainbow drizzle
Red green and blue
I like me
I like you
poem by Frances May
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Old Autumn Rain
Old Autumn Rain
it is raining
heaven is urinating
drizzle
prostate heavenly enlarged
drip drip drip
drizzle drip
it is raining
leisurely
patiently
prostate cancer?
not at all
nothing malignant
nothing special
nothing unusual
nothing critical
nothing clinical
drip drip drip
drizzle drip
just autumn rain
just old autumn rain
just old man's rain
just old god's rain
just benign rain
it is halloween
it is raining
- Battered Suitcase, vol 1, issue 3, October 2008 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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The Child Beckons The Clouds
The child serenades
the galloping darker clouds,
and drizzle the rains!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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A light drizzle is all I want...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Just love me from afar,
See how I flourish
Too up, close and personal
I have seen it perish,
Turn to contempt.
Any attempt to
Resurrect
What once was
Is like chasing a mirage…
Just gently drizzle
Like a gentle shower.
Like the wind that
Tousles my hair
And then goes on
Barely touching me
Flirting, with me,
Making me happy.
Keeps the
Ardour vibrant and alive.
Don’t burst as a torrent
And soak me wet
To the depth of my being.
It’s just spent
At that moment in time.
I just want a drizzle
From time to time,
Why, you look puzzled
All I am asking
Is taking your time,
And giving us
A chance at love…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Who Takes My Torn Kite Up?
I have a crochet-thread big roll lengthy and unbreakable
And this bamboo skeleton wrapped with an oil paper.
In the drizzle of gloomy hope,
My dreamlike delicate kite
When she goes to the unfaithful sky?
And I hear that she mutters;
'Kites rise against the wind.'
(I dedicate this poem to my friends Jerry & Alison)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rainbow
o beautiful rainbow
you like a princess who escape from the seclusion
appears when the drizzle passed
dew left behind
when sun began to refract light
then her revealed its beauty
although for a moment she is really beautiful
spreading admiration
despite the momentary
leaving peace in my heart
i am always waiting for your presence
when the drizzle passed
because this was longing
to you
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Return My Soldier
When you return my soldier
The garden will flower delightfully
Rain will dance at top of our roof
Two hearts will meet then
Your eyes are emeralds
Your eyes I've lost my heart to
Your stranger eyes
Have promised so much
Over my head
Under my feet
In my heart
The sky will drizzle
Rain will dance
When two hearts meet
When you back my soldier
The garden will flower delightfully
Rain will dance at top of our roof
I look for the moon at nights
My life's now in your hands
Stars drizzle on my eyes
On a moonlit night
The world of my dreams will delight
Rain will drizzle dancing at top of our roof
Two hearts will meet then
Return to me
My soldier
poem by Kiara Davar
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The scar of an old wound
It foretells a heavy rain and a drizzle peeps through the shattered window,
A notion pushes me to step into the market place
And have a sip, a cheap glass of wine.
It's torn my coat but never mind,
Who looks or sees?
I am in old age now.
It's cold when I go to the street
And the boredom is more than that.
There a couple goes embracing in the drizzle under one umbrella.
Remember I too have been to that stage,
Yes, I could remember that well.
It's torn my coat but never mind
Who looks or sees?
I am in old age now.
Wine gives warmth to the body
Yet mind could be warmed?
I do not need wine anymore
And I'll be back to my shack.
* One of my native favorite classical songs 'I am in old age now' sung by the Maestro Pandith W.D. Amaradeva
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Heavy hands lift axe,
Dig a grave at cemetery;
Light drizzle from sky.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Through A Transparent Tear...
a night of drumming rain
woke up into an unusually
fresh winter morning
of drizzle and tickling breeze
laced by lazy chillness
the languid nerves of the night
looked for some stirring to
help them out of a tempting bed...
a breeze brushing past the sea
a breeze traversing across
the imposing dolphin's nose
a breeze caressing the leaves
buds and flowers even in earthen
pots laden heavy absorbing
the live long passion of the clouds
a breeze filling all that it touched
on the little bit of earth around me
a breeze pervading my little sky
caused me come alive...
how is it possible, i wondered
insulated as i was from the
animate and the inanimate
on the otherside with equal vogour
i looked around my accustomed
emptiness in wonder
trying to find the source
need i tell you
the source revealed itself
as your breath on me?
the heart that came alive
on this winter morning
of drizzle and breeze
shed a tear of longing
even while my body
smiled...
12nov2009
08.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Blackout
no tv
no pc
life ceases
we think
life begins
anew
gazing at the stars
looking at the shadows of the trees
listening to the drizzle of the rain
figuring out the songs of the wind
feeling the silence of the night
deep inside our bones
we hear the collision of blood
the cry of the intestines
the pumping of the heart
we seek the arms of another
feeling one once again together
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hear someone giggle,
Peer out, there is no one... puzzled;
am here smiled drizzle.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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It's raining zen
rain is zen
you can practise it
in so many ways
the sound of water
filling us up with
divine echoes
drizzle, pitter patter
small rain, heavy rain
storm or a teary
plodding non stop
the heaven send the
graces to earth
in roaring thunder
lighted up in everyway
the best is the tail end
every dropp leaving the eave
a glittering zen
that helps the mind holds
onto a blessed
moment in time
every dropp that takes
leave of the eave
a glittering zen
helping the mind
find a moment in time
rewritten;
rain is zen
you can practise it
in so many ways
in the middle of it all
the sound of water striking
a divine echo in us
drizzle, pitter patter
small rain, heavy rain
stormy or a teary
plodding non stop
the heaven sends
graces to earth
in so many different ways
in rip roaring thunder
splitting flashing lightning
a tearing sheet lighted up
every step of the way
the best is the tail end
when every drop
that leaves the eave
a glittering zen for
the brain to hold onto
every dropp that takes
leave a glittering zen
helping the mind
find a moment in time
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What The Chimney Sang
Over the chimney the night-wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew;
And the Woman stopped, as her babe she tossed,
And thought of the one she had long since lost,
And said, as her teardrops back she forced,
'I hate the wind in the chimney.'
Over the chimney the night-wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew;
And the Children said, as they closer drew,
'`Tis some witch that is cleaving the black night through,
`Tis a fairy trumpet that just then blew,
And we fear the wind in the chimney.'
Over the chimney the night-wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew;
And the Man, as he sat on his hearth below,
Said to himself, 'It will surely snow,
And fuel is dear and wages low,
And I`ll stop the leak in the chimney.'
Over the chimney the night-wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew;
But the Poet listened and smiled, for he
Was Man and Woman and Child, all three,
And said, 'It is God`s own harmony,
This wind we hear in the chimney.'
poem by Francis Bret Harte
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Let It Rain, Let It Rain, Let It Rain!
Siberia breathes its cold air
southward to the Pacific
down into our archipelago, and
so the nights are longer and the days are getting shorter
and it rains and rains and rains
seemingly without stopping and i am caught
shivering under the nipa roof inside the wooden house
facing a mountain through a window
a world drenched in water
wet season everywhere
mud and flooding rivers
buffaloes relaxing and white herons resting on their backs
between the drizzle
i sit and watch the beauty of the tropical countryside
the trees and hills and huts and houses
and horses and cows...
no snow, and not that harshly cold, this Eden
of the orient seas!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jasmine Flower Seller
A boy ran
Towards a van,
Holding out his hand
Full of fragrant
Jasmine flowers
Strung on a thread.
A lady beckoned
And began to haggle
Over the price.
The boy said
Five stings
For Rupees ten.
She pushed away
His hand,
The boy
Lost his balance,
And fell.
Tears welled up
In his eyes,
As he saw the wheels,
Crush his hope
Of a square meal.
The drizzle
Had turned to a shower.
The road was covered
With crushed flowers.
The boy had perhaps
Come from a distant village,
To earn an honest wage.
We spend thousands
Over what we fancy
On discount sales
Happy we have got
A bargain.
Why do we haggle
Over pennies?
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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