Fall, oh rain! why mock our pain?
suffocate and squirm with your laments
engulf this tortured earth and soothe its tantrums
we are nothing but obstacles in between
while you drift through turbulent times
we stomp and watch, anticipating your despair.
Cry for us again; we are parched
your tears, to sate; this anxious wait
seems eternal before the darkness,
the grey - saturating all light
paints your gloom; that's so like you,
still hiding the sun away.
Spying on the unaware, your amorphous eyes
glare and pinch a wail, unwelcome gale
like burst fire you thrust water; no more
at your mercy we scour your shadows
your breathless hue ignites the senses
blooming hope in defeated hearts
..and death in your wrathful art.
the wet weather was most galling
Teddy had to stay inside all day
the rain kept pouring and falling
he couldn't go outside for some play
a game of Red Rover he'd so enjoy
Teddy had to stay inside all day
how he wished to see his friend Roy
around the backyard they could run
a game of Red Rover he'd so enjoy
on this rainy day he'd have no fun
his electric train set didn't suffice
around the backyard they could run
Teddy thought the rain wasn't nice
he'd just like to see a little sunlight
his electric train set didn't suffice
being in doors was of no delight
he'd just like to see a little sunlight
the wet weather was most galling
the rain kept pouring and falling
.
Escape with rain to hide your tears
Keep skies above in toughest years
Your eyes to skies in toughest years
Escape with rain to hide your tears
Dreams will foster all that teaches
Bringing love and pain to reach us
Pain brought through our love to reach us
Dreams will foster all that teaches
My soul, bewinged, will part the clouds
And faith with ardor is avowed
And ardor in my faith is proud
My soul, bewinged, will part the clouds
Escape with rain to hide your tears
Keep skies above in toughest years
Dreams will foster all that teaches
Bringing love and pain to reach us
My soul, bewinged, will part the clouds
And faith with fervor is avowed
-Mark Lach
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Every time you hear
A baby laugh -
I'm there...
Every time you see
A firefly -
I'm there...
When new spring
Wildflowers bloom,
Or you hear the
Thunder boom,
And Momma's perfume
Fills the room,
I'm there...
When the first flakes
From winter fall -
And when you hear
The robin's call -
I'm there...
When you see
A bright-eyed child
On Christmas morn,
Or a brand-new baby born,
Just like the soft silk
From the corn -
I'm there...
I'm in the teardrops Grandma cries
When praying every night.
And when the eve is over,
You'll feel me in the morning light.
And every ray of sunshine
That warms your Saturday,
I'm there. I'm in their laughter
When I see my sisters play.
When you hear
The thunders roll -
I'm there...
Or hear the sharp song
Of the Oriole,
I'm there...
When April blossoms fill the trees,
Or you hear the song of honey bees,
Just like the gentle
Morning breeze,
I'm there...
In the cool of the morning dew,
And in the little songs that you
Hum when you're not aware,
I'm there...
Or when new snow falls,
And Grandpa calls
To ask you how you are.
When the rain beats low
And the soft moon glow
Wakes up another star.
I'm there...
I'm in the lazy
Summer breeze
Winding through
The dancing trees -
When the first spring rain
Greets the day,
Or you hear my sisters pray,
And a secret blessing
Falls your way,
I'm there...
When the first leaves
Of Autumn turn,
And Winter nips
Against your door,
And starlight dances
Through the sky,
And bare feet tap
Across the floor,
Or that final breath
Of Autumn sings
A song from oh, so
Long ago,
And Winter sets her
Eyes upon the morning
With a dust of snow,
I'll be watching over you,
As quiet as can be,
With a gentle warmth
Within my heart-
Because you mean
So much to me.
Copyright © 2011 Richard D. Remler
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"Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather
openings in Heaven where the love of our lost
ones pours through and shines down
upon us to let us know they are happy."
~Author Unknown
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This poem is not meant to
Offend anyone's faith or
Religious beliefs.
This Is In Memory of Gage King,
My young cousin, who, on Tuesday,
September 2, 2003, at the age of 5,
Was struck and killed while riding
His bicycle by someone speeding
Through a residential section of
Manning, Iowa, USA . .
http://www.davidkusel.com/alumni/memorial/gage-king.htm
I take a breath, and hold it in.
I feel the pressure deep within.
I feel my heart, it loudly screams your voice.
It's not my fault, not wasn't even my choice
This dream its lucid, it makes me realize.
My perspective is twisted, seen through clouded eyes.
Pull the slivers, they feel deep.
The memories are painful, they make me weep.
My mind is bleeding, thoughts gush out.
They hurt me so much, that I could shout.
The rain on my face, rinses my soul.
The stain left over, swallow me whole.
Then I fall down, right to the ground.
My clock isn't ticking, it needs to be wound.
Knees all bloody, pants are torn.
My heart is in tangles, cluttered and worn.
My heads down so low, I think I give in.
My head feels so heavy, I can't ever win.
All goes quiet except my breathing.
I'm okay I swear, my heart is bleeding.
Everything goes black, quiet, and still.
I know I can do this, without this stupid pill.
So I'll rise up, grow up, raise my head up high.
Laugh, smile, breath, and be a happy guy.
With moments of weakness, comes great power.
The light of the sun, in it I will shower.
The sun set sadly on the settled window frame
speaking with dew soon to form.
the sweet singing voices rose from the garden
where you bathed with your sister
while your mother and father drank cherry flavored wine
on the porch in the melting sun.
when the stars began to rain you felt something new
staring up where the sun is commonplace
you felt little better than you did moments ago.
but when your sister,
hand on your spine,
whispered in your ear,
your hair stood up,
and your mother,
and your father,
waved goodbye to the Hendersons going to Florida for the weekend.
There was a crack.
Not a mighty one. no, it wasn't even loud.
And if inside foundations moved?
without, appeared stout.
held up with the iron bars. too proud.
I see the roads before me,
which suddenly fill, my brocken will,
and rubble brushed lightly on pavement,
and hazey land, burnt still.
The sun is burning my hands, burning I say.
To the north there is fire,
sepulchures to the west, I kneel to pray,
East is dust. South has rusted red. I am on a wire,
painted gold. Crouched, I drink sand,
burning like fire, fire to taste nothing.
Too many dreams of wine and sugary honey,
I'm spent, choke on demure beauty.
My hands' flesh melt off in ripples,
dripping down my arms, and please,
with ease, I run into a coma, untruthfully,
bold and blue, choking on truth,
slipping down my lungs, cold bile fed
from a crocker, chipped resign,
take me home, I cry.
But I was never home. My home had died.
Trip. And swollen feet? Sprung loose,
the fidllers harp plays naught,
A truce, fate, please, allow me loose fate.
I pray escape, but I could never choose late.
With no hands I can not lament,
my feet rooted in soil unfit to grow,
and I am. not. I will go,
where rain falls constantly.
I will go to drown and burn in equil measure,
dreaming, with slitted eyes,
the earthquake shattering the sun inside,
shoulders square, jaw set, I hide,
while stepping forward,
I'm tied.
/my home has died.
There used to be a cat
roaming around
my neighborhood until
one stormy night It had to hide.
It looked for a home and
it looked for a home but
it had to live on the side.
The cat meowed and meowed
under a car,
But no one heard since she was far.
After the rain had slowed down,
On the kitties face was a frown.
She kept looking around
to make sure there was no car,
And now shes up in the sky
disguised as a star.
g.k
Hey downturned face, looking at ya shoes:
I see you.
Hey broadcast pain, posting to your page in the rain
Who knows the future holds names
like 'attention-whore' or 'tool':
I feel you.
Hey! Lost one in the woods by the path
Gone astray by your own will (or maybe a mistake)!
I hear you screaming 'come help me!'
Desperately.
I keep a picture of you on my windowsill
And every night before I go to sleep I look into your eyes,
Send you a love note with these mine.
Under a wing you'll find shelter, under a song you'll find solace
Dig for that diamond, love! and
Always remember to polish.
Keep on, keep calm, I'll be that bridge of old oak.
My solid spine, that ridge of hope.
inspired by simon & garfunkel, "Bridge Over Troubled Water"
Spiraling down your rib caged
Dreams
Trying to avoid your
Stomach acids
Straining to hold
On
You reach for the heart
But there's nothing there
Defeated
You slowly slide
Into the acid rain.
