Trees teem with leaves
of hues of amber and green
shaded in a shimmering light
eclipsed by this September night.
Falling leaves beget bare beginnings
as all must cease to be truly living.
This is the tree’s blessing
for you to follow its calling
to turn helplessly like the seasons
without intention or reason.
Think what you may, say what you think—
the trees are perched above you like kings!
Let things flow without a word
to pass along on their own accord.
There is an infinite beyond your ken
into which you must go again.
Let men burn stars out from innocuous lightyears pulled through the vortex
Like needle and thread, sown by centuries of sparked, graceful union
(Their strength and vigor found in the cross-stitching)
And ever gently unfolding like outer reach, like inner *****
In the garden of our senses, flowing with milk and honey, by means of forethought or afterglow
One thought of ecstasy, one thought of infinite parable taking new light to bed
The sacred beams bending to form a crescent, a lunula of utmost happiness
Clair de Lune: Light of the moon.
The pain brought by the rain
is not a kind of chain
that pulls you down the drain
to make your life in vain.
It's a special blessing
that helps you keep growing
and continue walking
the life worth exploring.
POEMS OF THE RAIN, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
Or a curse,
I do wake up
sometimes till noon too.
I just have a wish in a wish…
A wish which never gets a finish…
All dedicated to me all given for a kind miss…
Just may be a tasty dish, sweet kiss or anything just which never ends as a wish…
May be ur arm or god’s embrace so warm…
May be anything just getting into me as a pure swarm…
Just leaving me in such a land never ending happiness and far from the world so selfish…
I just have a wish in a wish which never gets a finish…
My anger keeps the unscrupulous at Bay
Many stay away to give way
It keeps many at an arm's length
It is a source of great strength
Anger for good reasons is a blessing
It is needed for some who need a dressing
Anger is always fine
Until it leads to crime
Anger is given bad name by the impotent and hypocrites
Anger is expressed and used even by the Divine
Shiva accumulates anger in His Third Eye
To destroy the Creation to purge it of nasty designs and crimes at appropriate times
Bless the earth underfoot
the breeze on my neck
the still dawn
the open sky
the feather fall
the beetle climb
the crow call
the swift fly
the cloud drift
the rising sun
the golden field
the river run
the grass seed
the ripe plum
Bless this breath
this good earth
this new day
When the geometry of sombra
seems to have a life of its own on the world's metamorphic rocks,
the underworld seems so close to my eyes, and annoyance takes shape above believing
it is more intelligent than
I, who can see the train coming from the distance uncertainty won’t
bother impotence resting on earth’s shoulders, and Sleeping Giant can wait forever for the lost sailor.
What a blessing!
You are light itself;
you are blessed, you are blessing.
Peace always with you.
Reprint from an old account. Just consolidating my poetry.