The Brushfire While it Lasted
1. On Top of Smokey Mountain
Dawn is pale on these waifs’ faces,
Sun rays striking their thin backs.
The colour of refuse here is bright:
Worms sepia, cans gooey, faeces black.
A country will rise from excreta.
2. Slumdogs
Rain coming through this window is warm
Slithering from hot tin gutters;
Bullet-hot roofs sizzle in the rain,
Bloated foetuses float in city waters.
“The baby’s wet! Plug the roof hole, Lakay.! ”
3.People Power
It is the hunger on brown wrinkles
lined in the irony of parched lips
parted in smile that convulses
the clot of flames violent in the blood
of these gnoméd comrades now
crouched in the muck of this burning river.
The anger was good while it lasted.
poem by Albert B. Casuga
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Red Rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 02: One, from his high bright window in a tower
One, from his high bright window in a tower,
Leans out, as evening falls,
And sees the advancing curtain of the shower
Splashing its silver on roofs and walls:
Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city,
And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea,
Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons,
And silver falling from eave and tree.
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
Looking down from a window high in a wall
He sees us all;
Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain,
Searching the sky, and going our ways again,
Standing in doorways, waiting under the trees . . .
There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees
What we are blind to,—we who mass and crowd
From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.
The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers,
Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly;
Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain.
The yellow lamps wink one by one again.
The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The Tower
One, from his high bright window in a tower,
Leans out, as evening falls,
And sees the advancing curtain of the shower
Splashing its silver on roofs and walls:
Sees how, swift as a shadow, it crosses the city,
And murmurs beyond far walls to the sea,
Leaving a glimmer of water in the dark canyons,
And silver falling from eave and tree.
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
Looking down from a window high in a wall
He sees us all;
Lifting our pallid faces towards the rain,
Searching the sky, and going our ways again,
Standing in doorways, waiting under the trees . . .
There, in the high bright window he dreams, and sees
What we are blind to,-we who mass and crowd
From wall to wall in the darkening of a cloud.
The gulls drift slowly above the city of towers,
Over the roofs to the darkening sea they fly;
Night falls swiftly on an evening of rain.
The yellow lamps wink one by one again.
The towers reach higher and blacker against the sky.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Rain
Rain,
the water that washes away
all our unborn sins,
cleansing the streets we walk
and the buildings we see.
Rain,
the falling waters of life
that lets the earth drink
when it is parched
from the sun's scorching rays.
Rain,
from showers to downpour
and any coming storm
within its waters
our heritage is born.
15 August 2012
poem by David Harris
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I Walk A Nameless River
I walk a nameless river
One which collects water from the houses,
The streets and such,
A river of rain that carry small sticks,
Cigarettes butts and, bits of paper
A shadow river that moves pap like rocks
A river trapped in the street cars’ tracks
A river rushing past ants and praying mantises
Against butterflies and worms that comes up and leave
Body tracks in the mud.
A river fed by puddles and cracks; indents in the sidewalks
By downward slanted driveways and situated front yards
By small streams on window glass and streams down sycamore trucks,
Maple, oak and such.
A cleaning river of gutterized rain,
A leaf drooping rain of green things,
River of no name
Too thin to carry twigs
Easily distracted by my foot
Easily stagnated into a nameless pond
When the sky has dried out.
I walk a one street river
A shallow river of clinched fists
A narrow river of butterflies in the nameless sky
A concrete river of feet saturated against the maple rocks
A river of bodies coming up leaving a river of cracks
A river of cigarettes of worms of sycamore trunks, oak
Marble and such.
A thin river of destruction, of gutters and traped tracks
Of sticks collected among themselves like dead praying mantises
In the rush of houses and driveways stacked in the water
Of a small rainy sky.
poem by David E. Patton
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Lucky Ones
Beige-brown logs of decaying flesh float on the river;
Enumerable, abject.
The bough decapitated;
Near the zenith.
How long? how many more?
The elders wonder as they stare agape;
As the women on the riverbank,
Wallop their bosoms, wailing in a cohort, covered in sanguine red;
The chosen color of fate in this bed of feminocracy
A bleak country sans a vision or a voice;
As decapitated bodies float in the river,
Corpses nobody wants, nobody arrests;
As the bodies float to the jaws of a second death;
In the hands of slithering predators;
In the hallways of muddy banks; bewitching waters;
In a harrowing twilight.
Then one day, from the source of the river
Comes a speckle of hope,
A body, a bullet piercing a makeshift fontanelle,
Some unknown widow's husband, A mother's son,
Leaving behind a rare legacy.
A face that solemnly bequeaths to the onlookers, a morceau of hope.......
Two eyes, a nose and two lips that matter so much,
A burial, a much looked forward burial;
For one of the lucky ones.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Let It Rain!
Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash away the pain.
Furious thunder,
Roaring across the sky.
Releasing her anger,
That was kept inside.
Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash off the stain.
Heavy raindrops,
Pouring down to the ground.
Expressing her sorrows,
That was held inside
Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the nature heal the pain.
Violent wind,
Blowing out of control.
Exerting her power,
That was once withheld.
Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Soon there will be no more pain.
Sweet Rain
Pitter-patter-pane
Here we go once again
With the sound of rain
On my window pane
First it bulges out with a drizzle
I frizzle in bed waiting for the rain to fizzle
The raindrops fight as they sizzle
Why the sizzle is relaxing remains to me a puzzle
Whilst it pours down heavy
Imposing on the roads a levy
Thunder, chaos and lighting
Is the rattling usual sighting
I hear the people complain
About the sound of sweet rain
But we need you to maintain
The forests, the green and the mountain plains
O! sweet rain! O! sweet rain!
Pitter-patter-pane
Let us do it once again
Just don't delay my speeding train
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Greater Than We Understand
Summer rains keep coming down
It's about to swallow up this town
You get the feeling that there's trouble ahead
Folks say they've never seen
The river acting quite this mean
No one can stop it when it needs to be fed
Look at the river
The powerful river
Greater Than We Understand
Awesome in anger
Crazy with hunger
Dragging us under
[Chorus]
But you have the power
The power to heal us
Greater than we understand
Righteous in anger
Awesome with wonder
If we reach out for your hand
Yeah
To many years since the lava flow
This old mountain's about to blow
Covering anything that gets in its way
Not a lot that you can say or do
When the mountain wants to roll over you
But gather up the ones you love and start to pray
Look at the mountain
The powerful mountain
Greater than we understand
Awesome in anger
Crazy with hunger
Dragging us under
[Chorus]
Yeah x3
But you have the power
The power to heal us
Greater than we understand
Righteous in anger
Awesome with wonder
Greater than we understand
Yeah
As far as you or I can see
Hard times there will always be
Thank God for answers to the trouble ahead
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Black Fathom 4
Well it looks like it might rain but rain ain't what we need
Sunshine and a war machine I'm gettin ready for another stampede
Grease the gears with blood paint it black as night
Ride through the city like a Trojan horse
Convinced what you're doin's all right
Hold on 'till the river goes down the river goes to the sea
Hold on the rive's comin' down on me
The killin' field has come to main street
Scatter guns in the liquor store
Rifled sinkhole graves in concrete it's out of hand
At black fathom 4
Fallen leaves turn grey faces cold and worn
Memories of a better time swept away like a firestorm
Who can get it straight who can think it through
When every time the telephone rings
You think it's someone comin' after you
Your mamma's shootin' Gallery wages
Your daddy don't give a damn no more
Keep these animals breakin' cages violent times
At black fathom 4
Walk into my world where brave can get you dead
You get together and a fight breaks out
Someone didn't understand what you said
Walk into my world anger's in my soul
Quick money give me double trouble
Friends are doing hard times in the hole
Children crying sniper thunder case the alleys and the corridors
Don't look back it ain't no wonder it's open season
At black fathom 4
song performed by by Kansas
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Rain on my window
I hear thunder in the distance
the sky turns darker black
a smile forms upon my lips
the rain is coming back
I walk to my balcony door
a cool breeze washes through
its refreshing and cleansing
I can taste the alluring dew
The rain spatters on my roof
lightining flashes in the sky
goosebumps erupt on my skin
and my body relaxes with a sigh
Splashing in puddles
making all things wet
catching rain on my tongue
its something I won't regret
I see rain on my window
as I stroll back inside
why are so many afriad
they avoid this and hide
The rain ends quickly
lightining and thunder ensue
this night would only be better
if I could have shared it with you
poem by Robin Evan
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The Hole in the Sky!
There’s a hole in the sky,
Amidst the rain-bearing clouds,
And only when the gap is closed,
Will the rain finally come,
To quench the intense thirst,
Of the lands’ parched lips!
There’s a hole in the sky,
That allows U-V rays,
So dangerous to human lives,
Becoming bigger everyday:
It is the Ozone Hole!
Let’s blame our flouro-carbons!
There’s a hole in the sky!
And children try to fill the gap,
To place the final picture-piece,
And make the landscape painting whole;
But the job is so tough:
A losing battle, it sure seems.
There’s a hole in the sky!
It should not become bigger;
Let’s strive to keep it smaller,
For health of human beings.
Let’s patch up the hole while we can,
Reducing risks to our lives!
The sky is our protector;
The sky is our rain-giver;
The sky is our benefactor;
Let’s keep the hole not agape;
Let’s work to close the Hole
In the sky, and keep our lives, whole!
No ladder is just tall enough;
No pulley is quite strong enough;
When children join to try to solve
The Herculean puzzle then,
Why shouldn’t mankind as a whole?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-4-2008
poem by John Celes
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All Night It Did Rain… (Roundel)
All night it did rain, the morning was bright
while the sun shone with its power again
had an incredible serene kind of light;
all night it did rain,
with dark clouds coming over the mountain
covering it until it was out of sight;
as we did the last red champagne drain
our feelings was warm, passionate and right
and we were of each other very certain,
while through darkness we brought love to delight;
all night it did rain.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Red;
Red is the colour of anger welling up inside me,
Red is believing and then having doubt,
Red is the colour of love and romance,
Red is the colour of the end of my nose on a cold winter day.
The colour of little red riding hoods coat,
Red is mars high up in the sky;
The colour that flushes my cheeks after playing sport and getting embarressed.
The colour of my sore sad eyes after crying.
Red is the colour of my warm blood flooding my veins,
Which shows Human Bondage,
Which shows the life within me,
Red is the colour of ambition burning my soul,
Red is the colour of the devil, which feeds me my power.
poem by karlia Ashlyn
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Flames
“I see flames coming out of a Ratel IFV
and how smoke vapours rises from it,
while it’s shot out
where it’s captured by a minefield.
Bleeding and burning comrades die
and their names and faces,
are burnt into my mind.
Even if I rise my eyes
to the heaven
I still cannot understand
till this day,
why some had to pay
such an expensive price
and precisely what their lives bought.
It’s something to die in honour,
but another thing to life
in a country
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Secret To Prosperity!
Wandering clouds not so focused,
For where to rain, it not yet decided,
Running from country to country,
Gathering the seeds that can spray,
People look up for rain, but no clouds,
Bright yellow sun and the blue sky,
The tears of rain in their deepened eyes,
The shopping clouds look down at them,
Clumsy they are and hunger rules them,
The proud clouds with the bounty of water,
Hate these poor people and move quicker,
And there are green mountains with flowers,
The running clouds stop all of a sudden,
For it amazed by the swelling of that woman,
Just start to clear what it stores for many hours,
Heavy rain on the mountain and the river sisters,
Flow down to the civilization, the rich people,
All around, as they know how to save water,
People who are ignorant of importance of forest,
Fell the trees for quick money and luxury,
Those who already felled, know the misery,
The clouds in the sky, know this exactly,
The poor will remain poor, if not sorry,
And to replant the trees quickly.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Maybe Its Dawn
(hymas / brown)
Out of the sky the rain comes driving down
Washing away the hills of darkest brown
Heading out through another country town
White lace curtains
Something certainly gets into me
Call it jealousy
And when Im so far away
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ill go my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
Maybe its dawn
Out of my heart my love comes falling free
Healing the pain that burns you and me
Heading towards another warm country
Smiles are dancing shades entrancingly
Gets into me
Call it fantasy
And when Im so far away
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ive gone my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
Somewhere the light shines bright along the highway
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere above the night
And maybe youve gone your way
And Ive gone my way
Somewhere inside me
Somewhere inside the night
And maybe its dawn
In the city where Ill be
Maybe its dawn
When youre near me
song performed by by Hollies
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Rain... Rain... Rain...!
Rain on tinned roof
Rain on concrete
Rain soaking into sands
Rain on soft earth
Rain on metal road
Rain on windscreen
Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river
Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills
Rain on my skin…
Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…
05aug2010
10.30hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Like The Rain
I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day theres always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heavens rivers come to light and I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
And when I hear it I just cant believe I never liked the rain
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you Im falling for you now
Just like the rain
When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me
Its as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldnt see
That its always good and when the flood is gone we still remain
Guess Ive known all along I just belong here with you falling
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now
Just like the rain I have fallen for you
Im falling for you know just like the rain
And when the night falls on our better days
And were looking to the sky
For the winds to take us high above the plains
I know that well find better ways to look into the eye
Of the storms that will be calling
Forever well be falling
Like the rain I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, Im falling for you now just
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
song performed by by Clint Black
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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