Night rain 2

It’s raining The clouds are dark And we are huddled together Listening to the sounds out there All is calm, all is good The cold wind Which had made the rain A companion; drives wildly Not a cricket could be heard How awful, me thinks The Whistling Pines wine outside They never been too cold… Continue reading Night rain 2

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To thee Fairest

To thee fairest of all I lay confused on this bed And why this is, I know not I stare up the ceilings To find answers to my voidness And alas; I find none Maybe, I find many selfish; Alone in this game of love But then my senses are undisturbed Though I think of… Continue reading To thee Fairest

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Rain drums

When there’s a dark cloud Hopes are for rain The Garden plants dance in excitement And the little ants enjoy a day off Cloudy sky to many Presents a sign of hope And when it pours, There’s joy all over the land The ground would be little good for nothing If she disallows the rain… Continue reading Rain drums

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Lullaby

I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a… Continue reading Lullaby

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A Haiku: Nature’s Drum

The way it rains now You might think the world is ending What a sound on the roof, And this is Natures drum.

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A Muse

Paint me in your words It’s time I lay my bones But a night is incomplete Without a pen and poem Paint me in your minds eyes Let the wishes of all sweet dreams Come lay on our bosom For the Day has gone to sleep Taking his lights with him And if I become… Continue reading A Muse

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A night rain

Oh it rains again The clouds stomach rumbles This quiet evening of soft breezes Strong bashing up the pan At least the pan has found a companion tonight And up these village hills I can hear the swooshing trees Pray for some mercy When will the pan drummers ever stop? And the happy frog choir?… Continue reading A night rain

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