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Rain – Promote Yourself

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Rain – bringer and sustainer of life,

The glory of nature’s full extent,

Slams loudly on my window

So that I know creation’s strife.

Barely can I see the scene before

As rain comes heavy like a shroud

Over the beauty that lies unseen

From my hilltop room, on my upper floor.

But others are not so blessed

As down in the valleys they fight the floods

That have them in a place of sorrow

And grief that gives them little rest.

How long O Lord, how long must they endure

The stress of heaven’s outpourings on their homes

Whilst I look on and share their pain

From distant safety and survival sure.

theartistpoet

Here in the UK we have suffered heavy, frequent rain since before Christmas. As a result the ground is saturated and there have been extensive floods in low-lying ground and near swollen rivers for weeks. Also, coastal areas have been battered by gales which, coupled with very high tides, have brought about much damage.This poem is my reflection on the events of the past month, the unhappiness they have produced, and my good fortune in being secure.

THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL. – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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We real cool. We Left school.

We Lurk late. We Strike straight.

We Sing sin. We Thin gin.

We Jazz June. We Die soon

.Gwendolyn Brooks

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHATS YOURS?

The Road not Taken – Robert Frost – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

FROSTIE

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert  Frost 1874–1963
YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHATS YOURS?
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