#hail
There is a place, far from heaven,
With a throne engraved with your name.
Farther down, far away, buried tight in my memory,
A throne of nails and pins, needles, used to hold me snug to the paper,
A careful display of your power.
You talk about me like I'm not there, like I'm nothing without you.
You wrap my bruises in "I love you" like it sutures my wounds.
You press "I'm sorry" to my lips, wishfully hoping I lose my voice.
Your "didn't mean it"'s stack up like unfinished homework on my desk, nameplate copper and oxidized with my exhaustion.
You say "I love you",
And somehow,
Some way,
I always find myself believing you.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
gigabyte poetry
a full mouthful
chewing light years
swallowing decades
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
The hail paints speckles
in the plumage: the blackbird --
becomes a starling.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
It's hailing thick ice
bullets and the clouds beat tens --
of thousands of drums.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
The cold end of a knife
is a hail storm—
a biting reminder
of why one cut
runs deeper than disaster.
How loud,
each thundering heartbeat!
How silent,
the fall of a thousand fears.
When your body
is inside the eye of a storm
long enough
for each howl to cut through
everything, then
you’ll know how to breathe
out without bleeding.
When you’re free
of all the things you have seen,
come outside—
the wind
is a dance of good things.
Soft, unsharpened things.
Things that do not ask
to be survived.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
Hail to Jesus ever living
Hail to Christ the newborn King
Hail to Him whose love gushed forth
Hail to Him they call the Lord
Hail the Prince of Peace, the great I AM
Hail to thee; roaring lion, spotless lamb
Hail to thee our Glorious Savior
Hail to God the wondrous maker
Hail to Him the author of creation
Hail to Him who died for our salvation
Hail to Him who loved unto death
Hail to Him by whose grace I draw breath
Hail to the king of the whole universe
Hail the flood of grace in which I immerse
Hail the strong and gentle nail-scarred hands
Hail the cost which perfect love demands
Hail to Him who is the Chief
Hail the one in whom I believe
Hail the rock upon which I stay
Hail the Life, the Truth, the Way!
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 10:07 PM UTC
may we have some nicer weather please?
At least some sunnier days than these!
It's been so cold and unbelievably wet,
it's horrid enough to get upset.
It's a bit like April but in reverse,
instead of better it's getting worse.
Can't make any plans to go outside
for a short walk or bicycle ride.
Whenever I get ready to leave the house,
heaven looks like I'm in for a douse.
Sometimes I go out in spite
and realize I'm not watertight.
Then I get drenched to the bone,
it even destroys my mobile phone.
Worse yet after it's been warm,
the sky rips open a nasty thunderstorm.
That's the part when danger lurks
with thunder lightning and the works.
Because holding up an umbrella
can sometimes torch a poor fella.
But wait, before I get into hail,
earthly tempests like heavy gale,
tornados, hurricanes and the likes.
It's definitely not worth it, yikes!
Instead of giving myself a permanent frown,
I put the kettle on and try piping down.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
Hail on the rooftop
Echoed through the long hall
Longing, too, was I
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
the lightning
that struck
my heart
the hail
that crushed
my soul
darling
you are the most
beautiful storm
i have ever seen
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
It happens every year
Seasons are shifting and allowing in the changes
Skies will become confused with new shapes and formations
Water will drift in and out with unique forms of moisture
Snow, sleet, hail, rain
Wonderous winter scenes will become extreme masterpieces
Skies will be purified and cleansed
Scenes to be remembered and cherished
Brian Hill - 2019 # 299
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
Wake up my light
O' mighty god light my morning
Like you light up my packs like the impoverished morning
In the cool cool
Of evenings, let's fly out
Too short of words, o'er is he becoming him
Her becoming his or was she becoming her edict of nights brighter
Stars lighter up mulled
The wine I can try freely ransack and robed freeloaders get me
Blues on her bag, speak of cusp
It's almost time, to leave your satchel
That will carry my words, too soon
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
Hail the green,
It shall cover the earth again.
The time of beast is over,
Now is the time of leaf.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
When Rajab naturally comes, we traditionally think you.
Everybody merely says that undoubtedly your sacred month.
To fondly remember about you, hail about you a mighty lot;
On this noble month of Rajab!
Unfortunately the modern world
Naturally forget that every precious second what we suspire.
Is precisely your divine mercy and Infinite blessings,
It is not about the sacred Holy month.
Its about You always, who shall I Hail and Bow humbly
to the Noble and divine creator (Allah).
Who do I universally acclaim in my hasty and miscreant life?
Without your Divine Mercy and Infinite Blessings'
Nor my active life exists peacefully,
Or my noble soul exists naturally,
Nor the sacred month of Rajab!
Fondly recall Him (Allah). Hail Him (Allah) every second.
Start to bow politely towards the Divine Creator;
Endlessly on Rajab, this is precisely the starting month.
Towards the devoted most Sacred month of Islam (Ramadan)
Passing through the Shaban Month.
You are capable to bow continuously and fast energetically.
On the most sacred month of Ramadan through the rehearse,
Of Sacred Month of Rajab and Shaban!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
the Hail Mary transgression:
falling in love with me when it crosses over the line
*guilty of the same, so even when I condemn the errant woman,
with an ice block from a Northeastern pond of no soft forgiveness,
which is still and yet, the only cutoff ending appropriate
but you woman, deserve to learn that
emboldened fantasy that crosses broken bold lines,
is a jagged rot that doesn’t cure the dreamy unreality of
the-cannot-be,
it’s pouring hot water on scalding burns entrenched
guess time to share that your fantasy is the
number one commandment
that this boy also violates routinely so he has a phd of experience,
and the burn proofs when he thot he too could be,
Cervantes, the knight errant, lover of the impossible woman
I, guilty as charged by “The Duke,” am an idealist and bad poet,
so many poet-women here I secret cherish at levels that are nonsensical, absurd, ludicrous
and hold the fantastical fantasty of them dear,
so close and so near, so mine
wrote them each love poems, and they know it,
now, here, in my confessional booth,
my priestly punishment always the same,
ten thousand Hail Mary’s,
but I cheat the cohen priest,
and just write another poem,*
this one is about the line that never can could will be
crossed, hail mary!
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
The sky seems woeful.
Rain pours from the gloomy clouds.
Hail falls when rain fails.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
((hidden track))
No right
No right?
All right
All right?
Ever felt cursed before?
You kidding me? I was cursed at birth.
You kidding me? I was cursed at birth.
Ever felt cursed before?
All right?
All right
No right?
No right
I'm gonna burn up, baby.
And ya gonna burn up, too.
We all gonna end some time, that's the rule.
And we gonna go enjoy.
Ya gonna burn up, baby.
But ya gonna burn it true.
I'm gonna burn up, baby.
And I gonna burn so free.
I'm gonna burn so free.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
It’s raining in the kitchen
And soaking the dish towels I just washed
But maybe it will clean the ***** dishes
I’ve been meaning to put in the dishwasher
Snow is falling in my bedroom
It was already freezing when I woke up this morning
So I’ll have to unpack the winter sheets from the attic
Another tedious chore for the day
Sweltering heat attacks my skin as I enter the den
Thank God I installed a ceiling fan the previous summer
Hopefully my wax stamps don’t melt onto
My half-assed business letters
That would be unfortunate
Then I discovered there is hail pounding into the tile floor
Inside my bathroom and shattering my ***** mirror
Now I have a reasonable excuse to buy a new one
The glass soap dispenser shattered
Bubbling and oozing across the stained counter
There’s weather indoors
Maybe I’m complaining
But this is a bit fascinating.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
First to answer
Hidden traces
Too much land
So many faces
Can I just be me
Quick as I do three times three
Ask why
Bypass by and by
To the victor goes the wings
Just spreading love and things
Is there rough betrayal
From the sky it is a new system I hail
Spread away and fly to another
Just because I was your lover
Going to get things right this time
To break force in time
Laser of love
Holler if you hear me
Just like a car I know their steering
It is something else I am feeling
Coming to grips with this
More than just a game
Now I know
Justice was the name
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
We are the seeds in the shadow.
We are all we are just now.
We are dormant.
We are waiting.
We are agitated.
We are restless.
We are itching our way out of our skins.
We are learning to set forth.
We are outstretching.
We are reaching towards ourselves.
We are water.
We are light.
We are the seeds in the shadow.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
an eve
is nigh
this lore
feature a
tie of
humor hell-
bent when
datelines were
luxury liners
that pack
in heat
and whether
all escapes
were finally
harbingers of
passage in
diaper cake
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Don't you dare speak those words.
You know exactly what they will do,
to you,
and to him.
There will be no more
you and him.
Like the peach blossoms
broken from the delicate, young branches,
the verbal hail storm,
the weight of the ice,
will knock him to the frozen ground.
Raw,
Unsure how much affection he can return,
of how his own whirling thoughts fit with yours.
Your tale, far from fairy, will end.
Your open heart will shrivel,
like the salty sardines you left on the wooden picnic table
in the burning sun.
You will regret your thoughts and
you will regret your feelings,
but know, sadly, there was nothing left to do,
but leave too soon.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
Outside the wind is howling death
A screaming gale of endless breath
Over the hill she comes and goes
What she is, but few may know
Inside her she is not so mean
As her outside makes her seem
Her soul is quite a peaceful one
Heard by few and friends of none
Inside I sleep in gentle peace
With dreams of gold that never cease
What I am, but few may know
For I only give what I want to show
Inside I am a screaming gale
A howling death of rain and hail
My soul is wrought with pain and fear
That none will know and few will hear
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC