Recluse
Do you think it's enough
a single dropp of rain to clean
the dirty clothes and his soul?
The ragamuffin was in a rainforest
all his youth.
He opens his mouth
and waits for the rainy season
rest of his life.
The man already vamoose in a drought
and what's the purpose of searching his tomb
under the rainbow?
It's in vain.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dirty Jim
THERE was one little Jim,
'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face.
His friends were much hurt
To see so much dirt,
And often they made him quite clean;
But all was in vain,
He got dirty again,
And not at all fit to be seen.
It gave him no pain
To hear them complain,
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey:
His indolent mind
No pleasure could find
In tidy and wholesome array.
The idle and bad,
Like this little lad,
May love dirty ways, to be sure;
But good boys are seen
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.
poem by Ann Taylor
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Dirty Jim
THERE was one little Jim,
'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face. . . .
His friends were much hurt
To see so much dirt,
And often they made him quite clean;
But all was in vain,
He got dirty again,
And not at all fit to be seen.
It gave him no pain
To hear them complain,
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey:
His indolent mind
No pleasure could find
In tidy and wholesome array.
The idle and bad,
Like this little lad,
May love dirty ways, to be sure;
But good boys are seen
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.
poem by Jane Taylor
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Rain from Heaven
rain rain rain rain
the murmer of rain
the sweet song of rain
the wind along with rain
the nostalgic feeling of rain
which can be enjoyed with a sad song
now its raining! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
the dropp that fallen in my face
let it be the last dropp before I die
and let that dropp clean all my guilt
so that my soul will not see hell
then you might hear my sound
along with the next rain; Says
'the rain on that day was from heaven'
(10/2/2009)
poem by Martin Thomas
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Eternity Rain
Let this rain wash me
Let it wash my virtual sins
Clean my sorrow from the sins of my fathers
Clean my self form this dirt call life
From the false tells of creation
And clean my mind from the empty words of priest
From the dirty political speech
Let this holy rain clean my sorrow form the sin of love
Sin of being the truthful in this life
I want to clean my mind from the thought control
Clean my head form my mum fairy lies
It need the eternity to clean out my soul and my life from this life dirt
To be clean again i need eternity rain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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Today is a rainy day
today is a rainy day
I love it always want to say
dont murder it under umbrella
just let the soft part of world dropping on every face and wall
im wearing a raindropp im clean in the rain
I see my breath blowing in the rain fire in the rain
today is a rainy night
I close my eyes always want to fly
dont whisper it under umbrella
just forget the sounds of silence telling it to me loudly and clear
im kissing a raindropp im loved in the rain
I pray my soul saved in the rain rise in the rain
today is a rainy day
tonight you are a rainy night
Warm Rain Showers
The rain seems to come
at the right time when the day
is cool, the wind is clam
and the rain is gentle
when touching the soft skin of your arms
Catching the first dropp of rain
on your nose while
twisting yourself into a circle
as the rest of the rain
starts to flow down onto the grass
Dancing, singing, a nd playing
in the rain whren nothing
else seems to matter
Taking in the sweet, clean air
of the nature around you
never wanting it to go away
poem by To Those Who Wonder What Life Is About
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Calendar Day 23/Kalendar dan 23.
…that is the way a rainy day opens.
Like a dropp of rain at the edge of a split atom anticipating the parameter of light-that is the way a rainy day opens. The light on the wind, the step on the water, a water desert dropp and a voice at the bottom of the drizzle, the silence of the boughs rising into the sky to be a cloudy treetop. An axiom of the word within a dropp unuttered by words strengthened for creation. Stripped free from everything, liberated from the word itself and its understanding, the muteness of a dry soul burying the axes of war under an oak tree. To think the water desert into a vacant space.
Календар Дан 23.
...тако се отвара кишни дан.
Као када кишна кап на ивици атома ишчекује параметар свјетла-тако се отвара кишни дан. Свјетло на вјетру, корак на води, водене пустиње кап и глас у дну ромињања, ћутање грања што у небо израста да крошња од облака буде. Аксиом ријечи у капи неизговорене ријечју оснажене на стварање. Слободно од свега и од ријечи саме поимања њеног, нијемост суве душе што сјекире ратне под храстом покопала је. Да у празан простор водену пустињу мни.
©Мирослава Одаловић
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Humble Man
It seems to be a rainy day.
A man roams on unending roads with thousands of thoughts.
He worships to the sky
When there is a drought,
Also curse for heavy rains.
Soft hearted, sometimes he scares by seeing his own shadow.
This innocent man,
A constant runner behind wealth which slips through his fingers?
A Passer-by of isolated graveyards.
He waits in the Life's-decayed inn until the rain seized and where does He runs this handsome man?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Famine
The famine’s wind has surely blown,
The rabbit looks for carrots sown,
Nothing nothing nothings grown.
The rabbit pauses with paw on cheek,
“This dismal scene inspires me not,
I think I’ll sleep
An’ let the brook babble on,
An’ in my dreams may hunger,
Be be gone.
Sadly in his sleep the rabbit dies
Then consumed by relentless flies.
The sheep dropp in their tracks
The cows are long since gone
The farmer pulls in his belt and
Hopes it’s not in vain
As he waits and waits and waits
And waits
For Rain
poem by Ken e Hall
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True Love
True Love spoke in her beauty
to the harlot of a cheaper, boastful love.
Who felt superior in youthful abundance.
Your love is like the leaves on the tree
that wither and fall in Autumn,
my love is the whole tree.
Your love is like the rain
that falls from black cloud heights,
my love is the sea, from which rain was born.
Your love is like a dew dropp
sparkling on a blade of grass
at dawn of newborn day.
My love is each elfin droplet
in the rainbow, as the sun bursts
upon it, beginning
a golden summer morning.
Your love lost is like a drought
in a harsh season
winter rains restore moisture
to scorched parched land.
True love lost is ever
a broken wasteland
poor worthless soil
destitute devoid of life’s magic.
Each has its place
for not all may pay the price
each contains its strife
woven into the hectic pace of life.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rainbow On A Morning
Thanks Dark - for the nightmares!
Rain bleeding all over me,
Like swarms of needling gnats
God what a night!
I parted the curtains of my ragged tent-
My little hellhole
A single crepuscular ray
Sneaked through a small rent in the filth
Of crawling clouds
I stared cynically
But yep! I admit, the rain was dying down-
My canvas yammered less
Was Nature having a tea break?
Another ray, fewer drops, lifting hope:
A winning sun!
A bird told the story on her flight;
Even she was looking over at the prism-
The over-arching schism through the gloom
Uplifted, upstanding, I even smiled;
When Nature turns and shows Her brighter side-
The one with rainbows on a morning
Dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-
Then She has reminded us:
Catch Her at Her best
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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rainb ow rainbow rainbow schism
rainbow rainbow rainbowism
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Rainy Night
I lie on my pillow and hear the rain
falling dropp by drop.
I am restless but still I listen
and pray it will not stop.
It's a soothing sound and makes me feel
at peace within my mind.
For my day has been dry and dreary
with too many hours unkind.
The leaves are as wet as my eyes have been
and yet they must feel clean.
Perhaps they can transfer that feeling
to my rainy night time scene.
I'm still awake but the sound is gone.
The rain has ended now.
I will try again to fall asleep
without the rain somehow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Witnessing of Tears (Quotella)
THE times spent with you,
SOUL-searching through the years
WOULD have been totally in vain,
HAVE we not been in love,
NO meaning, no treasure would it hold,
RAINBOW after rainbow would not unfold
HAD you not been sweet and dear to me,
THE pain and sorrow would not wet
EYES with your passing,
NO inner peace would come;
TEARS are the proof of what we once had.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beyond The Rainbow
I want to know what's beyond the Rainbow I see
Decided to leave here right now
I start to walk away on this rainy day
It makes me feel good so I won't give up
Then I came to there where the Rainbow is
It began to feel like a dream
I had never seen such a lovely place before this day
Life is a travel through time a mysterious path
Just hold on tight then You will carry on
If You feel a lot of rain inside Your soul
Get rid of the pain and keep Your head hold high
Then You'll come to there where the Rainbow is
It begins to feel like a dream
You will never see such a lovely place again
song performed by by Zonata
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Rainy Day In June
A misty shadow spread its wings
And covered all the ground
And even though the sun was out
The rain came pouring down
And all the light had disappeared
And faded in the gloom
There was no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in june
The eagle spread its mighty wings
And pounced upon its pray
And all the skies, so brilliant blue
Turned suddenly to grey
The cherished things are perishing
And buried in their tomb
There is no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in june
And everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
The demon stretched its crinkled hand
And snatched a butterfly
The elves and gnomes were hunched in fear
Too terrified to cry
The reckoning was beckoning
Theyre living to their doom
There was no hope, no reasoning
This rainy day in june
And everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
Everybody felt the rain
song performed by by Kinks
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The bottle of ink
He found it's almost dried when he dipped his old G-nib pen.
He poured a tear dropp and shook the bottle well.
What's the use of these huge Oceans
If it's not worth for the purpose?
Yes! He has something to scribble.
Last night he found a rusty pliers in the trash bin
And he thought of extracting his painful decayed tooth.
Then he added one more line; Watermelons are more sweeter in drought than rainy days.
*Dedication to the brave pilot who rescued all the passengers in the Hudson River Plane Crash.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The rain is gone
You got wet clothes to dry
A face to wipe some droplets of rain
Some stains
On your breasts
Kissing stains
Some bluish marks
On your thighs
You always say
These things, stains and bluing
Happen
Because of the rain
The rain that refuses to leave at once
And you are caught to his embrace
You always say the rain
Is responsible, one season to blame
Why these things, these stains cling to your body
The thoughts of rain
Leaving
Saddens you now
How you wish the rain comes back
The stains caused by him smells and
The scent of sweat makes you sway, gives
You the feeling of
Stay, I love you, stay, do not go away.
Wonder, how the rain could have removed
The stains, smell, sweat, but you say
The rain causes it, he cannot leave you
He still has the fear of getting rainy wet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World Spins On
The world continues in an ellipse
Revolving slower, faster and still on
With the same forces acting -
Pulling and pushing in like fashion
Seasons change as it goes
Clouds more often than sunshine
Rain though only for a while
And sun for the rest of each day
The world continues in an ellipse
With the sun at one foci
Supplying energy at all times
To all latitudes and longitudes
The world spins as it goes
Day, night taking turns
Both almost equal in time
One lengthening at different seasons
The world revolves like our lives
With rain, clouds and sunshine
We making hay while the sun shines
And saving for the rainy day
Every season we may complain
Of soil or yield
Thorns or labour tools
Each season bringing its challenges
Seldom we experience an eclipse
With effect darker than the night
Thick enough for everyone to see
But lasting only for a splint second
Yet our lives continue to spin like the world
The gains during youth
Determine the rest in retirement
Knowing our lives must spin on.
poem by Victor Ekpo
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Rains Have Come
Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your dad's too old; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my brother across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your brother's too young; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my uncle across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your uncle's too dandy; the rainy season has come.
poem by Amir Khusro
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Life Is Like Rainbow!
Life is like a rainbow,
you need both
sun and rain to make it appear,
and one who observe,
Life is that rainbow appearing
with Energy and matter, Self is the observer!
Life is like rainbow needs both Sun and rain to spread it colours,
Walk along the garden path,
Or trek along mountain forest paths,
Life spreads its colours,
In flowers and butterflies,
Flora and fauna!
Life spread its colours like rainbow in every ecosystem,
May green mountains,
Shining beneath surface of lake,
May be in hot deserts,
or in cold polar continents!
Life is like rainbow need Life and habitat are two things to spreads its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs food and love to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs love and compassion to spread it colours!
life is like Rainbow spreads colours need lover and beloved in their eyes!
Life is like rainbow that needs desires an ambitions to spread it colours!
Life is like rainbow need feelings and thoughts to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs children and parents to spread colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs kids and their innocent thoughts to spread it colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs wisdom and patience in elders to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs two things in teenagers energy and dreams to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs sky and observer,
Some feel rainbow
is illusion like mirage,
But some manage to bridge between life and soul!
Rainbow colours found in every soap bubble,
bubbles grow and shine,
spread colours before they burst and die, .
Strange feeling they create,
Spread their message,
Just like colours spread on their face!
For a scientist life is like rain bow that needs rain and sun,
For a philosopher,
Life is like rainbow needs illusion and misidentification,
Rainbow is illusion created by elements and light,
just like life and world!
It is natural and nature's MAYA,
Nonexisting thing showup,
hiding existing things,
object is hidden in subject
Just like a mirage in desert or fragrance in a flower!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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