"abundent" poems
I'm loving this rain.
Listening to it hit the tin roof of this wooden jungle home,
dreaming of the little grey island back home,
The familiar sleepy feeling found in all rain,
feeling it cast over houses,
dreaming of a scene where I am thinking
whether to put another log in the fire and snuggle back into bed beside a man,
a man I love
with three days of stubble on his face
And to just lie thinking about things.
Or whether to start a *** of coffee
or just keep sleeping until the sounds of silence,
of finished showers,
awake us.
I lie dreaming
of family,
of chickens and kindling, of sweet angel children
soflty sleeping with baby hands in little fists
and resting under little quilts.
I dream of witch hazel, good soap,
and claw foot baths,
of lush mossy rocks and strong red cedar, of rich abundent apple trees,
they too sleeping in the rain,
black gumboots and puddle green fields,
of forest walks, warm eggs and organic chai tea,
I dream
of the ocean in the rain,
or the city in the rain,
all the different umbrellas.
Everywhere cast under Mama Earths spells of comfort,
of big yawn sleepiness
that follows a morning like this.
Oh my,
oh me,
if I didn't have chores
I could lie forever like this.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
The lonely stoner
comes out at night.
Shadows abundent,
In the bright moonlight.
It's time for night thinking,
time to take a walk.
Tiny inspirations,
like a picture drawn with chalk.
the colors are so beautiful,
and nicely blended in.
A picture so amazing
where should I begin.
A tiny little girl,
running in the sand.
A fragile lil old couple,
Walking hand in hand.
The moonlight so bright,
gleaming off the ocean.
Little calm ripples,
with never-ending motion.
Little birds all powerful,
flying through the air.
I even see a bright blue ball,
bouncing down the stairs.
So many things in this short life,
we never get to see.
Always being thankful,
and grateful one should be.
Today is almost over,
and tomorrow may never come.
I'm thankful for who I am,
and the persone I've become.
Live
Love
Hope
written by
Richard B Shick
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
i see prayers come from nothing
i see food come from steel
i see life that is abundent
can these miricles be real
do you have to see a ******* walk
or a blind man to see
jesus christ was a man
he just like you and me
why is it so hard
for people to believe in god
when he's all about good and love
yet they believe in satin
because it's easy to pass blame
is this a way to live
or are we just to lazy
miricles come everyday
if you would only listen
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC