"raa" poems
The clock strikes two, too whit too hoo
The barn owl cries
My phone is on roo raa raa roo
The wait dies...
Too whit too whoo when would he call?
I wait and wait
Roo ra ra roo, the phone is on
The hour is set.
"Cinderella hour" and he doesn't call
What's wrong, oh my!
I toss and turn, all forlorn
As time slips by...
Then goes the ring, trring trriing triing
I jump to it
He calls and calls while i hold my breath
Tat for ***
And then i go tee da da do
I do give in
To hear those three letter words
My head's a spin
Love you, love you, I love you
Is all i hear
His sugary voice, with an extra poise
That brings a tear
Is it a dream, is it a song
Is it the rain?
Roo raa raa roo, too whit too whoo
"WAIT" again...
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sun on Shoulders,
Tingling sensation smoulders,
Sinks into skin,
Golden glare- Serendipitous sin.
Rippling rays-
Meanders, and plays
On waves of melody-
Moves on water like electricity.
Switched on.
Winter is gone.
Raa has control
Straight thinking on school-
To teach the waves to lap
Lazily and playfully, map
The ebb and flow
Of breezes that blow
The ship to the middle,
Raise anchor and kindle
Magic, eternally
Float majestically
To sun kissed Golden shores.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
I once caught a sparrow, small and black, its wings shivered as I took it in,
Fed the poor little thing, stroked its breast and listened for a heartbeat,
There it was, small but strong, its pulse erratic. Scared creature,
After the day, it had recovered and was ready to fly away, as it was born to do
So, I broke my sparrow’s wings.
Now my sparrow sits in its box, its heart is small and strong,
But I don’t let it out to see the light of day for too long,
I love my sparrow, I look at it night and day,
My warm embrace, from time to time, reminds the thing that it’s mine,
I keep my sparrow in the dark
Today, my sparrow was looking as effervescent and as strong as ever,
It hopped with pride and glee and looked so lovingly at me,
So, I took it out of its box and placed it by the open window,
The wild-eyed adoration of Raa was in its eyes as it peeped at freedom,
So, I broke my sparrows wings.
My sparrow is looking a little tired and upset,
I placed it in the box without a friend or a strand of hope to live on,
I told my sparrow that I love it and that it is special,
And it believes that I love it as it loves me, but I only like it because it is black.
I keep my sparrow in the dark.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC
We lived a bit,
We celebrated the god of the sun...oooh Raa,
We sat in our houses, aware of the mouses,
We watched birds through the patio doors.
We cheered, that the goddess is here smiling.
She is most welcome.
Life goes on regardless,
But we sit indoors blooming in our own ways.
For we need to.
We must.
Livvi
P.s. Raa was a Male deity, Eyptian Sun God,
I'm just weird thinking of the sun as a Goddess,
She's just glorious in my bizarre way out way x
I know the plural of mouse is mice...mouse was just apt....lol x
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Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
Pupils gaze into the sun, I am stunned,
Unearth the power of Raa in your eyes,
Revel! As we lay for long hours, sunned
To death in the warm embrace of your fires.
As we wrap our lives around each other's
Souls as stinging nettles cradle soft skin,
Our life embers trickle, rumbles, smothers-
Nothing. Just- blood. Scars, filth under cover.
And you tickle the hair under my chin...
Time swells and the kind universe cradles-
I can't- stomach this ******* orange juice anymore!
I choke on the bits, I told you before,
How many times- and where is that *****
What do you mean- “Lucy has gone before”
Good Lord, where has that ***** gone now. That *****
Cotton wrapped ‘round faithful fairy fables—
Grandad? Is that you? What did you send me for?
This dream bred a silk no spider could weave,
Heavenly nirvana, none could conceive...
You. Child like, notions of freedom. So naive,
Your ****** up little attitude is hard to conceive.
Lucy? Lucy, is that you? -You ***** tease!
I am confused, did you drug me again?-
I shall follow wherever you may lead...
-You’re no better than when you’re on your knees-
Don’t leave me, like a little frightened Fen...
Just ask and I should spend my life on my knees.
My light is yours to – blank –
Tie the rope to the tree and ******* hang.
Lucy must be with Grandad, that’s why I
Can't find them- can't find my love- my bee.
How long until this moment passes by
Lucy, do me the Honour. Marry me.
Lucy?
Lucy.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC