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A clouded Imagination
The Rain
The wet shiny glistening droplets
Appear like jewels
Sprinkled on the window pane
Rapping like a thousand birds saying,
‘listen to the rain’
Across the sky a formation
Of colours start to form,
Building up to a rainbow
The aftermath of storm,
Behind a distant cloud
Peeps the round globe of the sun
Sending heat drying the earth,
Also tear-like droplets are sent
flushing, like washing life’s troubles
To ground then to grate,
For that is all they are worth.
Sandra Cameron
Rain – Promote Yourself
I can hear you making small holes in the silence.
Rain.
If I were deaf the pores of my skin would open to you and shut,
And I should know you by the lick of you.
If I were blind the something special smell you make when the sun cakes the ground,
The steady drum roll sound you make when the wind drops,
But if I should not hear, smell or feel or see you,
You would still define me, disperse me,
Wash over me,
Rain.
~Hone Tuwhare~
Helen Szafer
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Stealth
Your cold and wet and shiver
As you crawl through the bush
Hungry and confused as you try not to rush
Creep past the gate, don’t set off the light
You’d seal your fate with one mistake and ruin your whole damn night
You’ve worked so hard to cross the yard and now you’re at the door
Reaching for the handle, nerves twitch for sweat to pour
You’ve come so far, at the door, time to take your chance
Slip inside and try to hide from footsteps that advance
With a stumble on the rug, you fall upon your face
With no-one here to help you, you’re flat out like a snake
Feeling like a fool, you give your nose a rub,
You’ve been caught red-handed, sneaking from the pub!
By Dan Fry
9th competition
Rain – Promote Yourself
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.
Sunrise
Take a look at the sunrise,
It’s a picture of sheer delight,
The colours are so exquisite,
As the day says farewell to the night.
Stand in amazement of its brilliance,
As nature performs her task,
A planet within our universe,
In space that is so vast.
The sun is very special,
It keeps our planet warm,
It sustains all nature,
Through wind, rain, and storm.
The planet would be very dark,
Nothing on earth would grow,
For the earth would be very cold,
Covered by ice and snow.
Everything moves like clockwork,
Moving together as one,
Like a well oiled machine,
It journey’s forever on.
The sun has always risen,
And million years to come,
Life on this planet would be miserable,
If it wasn’t for the warmth of the sun.
Malcolm Bradshaw
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