"raindance" poems
the rain has come
finally
first in thunderous
clould burst
big fat pregnant drops landing
labouriously on
the dessicated dirt
leaving craterous footprints
as evidence of a
glorious dance
more fall to the cloud's internal beat
a steady rhythmic fall
into the mudpit dancehall
that once was dry dusty street
the rain has lessened
now wavering
between drizzle and mist stragglers late,
to raindance fall ball.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Forty days and Forty nights
Kachina dolls danced
pounding deer skin drums
rattling snake gourds
whistling circles of
flustered chicken feathers and totem poles
around the drooping firmament
here and there wisps of
sunken chested, shrunken breasted
castrated clouds dragging their empty
rain barrels could be seen straggling
across heat infested waves
at times I swear I could hear the wind
cussing through dry crackling branches
Pine wearing wide brimmed straw hats
squabbling with over bleached blond Palms
How we languished and thirsted for the
dulcet, pure, pellucid taste of Your crystal kisses
lavender squeaky clean smell of rain-bells
oh! to feel those torrents gushing down our
upturned faces, slicked back hair,
engulfing our flowering *****
drenching us to the bone
then this morning we heard an unfamiliar sound
fairy feet tap-dancing on rooftops
excited I ran outside
crowing the Gayatri mantra
flapping prema pink wings
waddling like a duck in slap happy puddles
Yes, Dear God
a grateful, thankful swan,
gossamer reflection
glistening fervently up at You
from diaphanous depths
inexhaustible wellspring
diamond spa of Your Love
Hari Om
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
Ace in the hole, I'm a ringer
**** slowing down, I'm much to eager
Won't be caught dead in a flesh filled suit
Hung up by my tie to dry
Dangling from the ceiling
I've got it figured out
In this game I'm a winner
That's the trade off when you can't down
A chicken dinner without
Feeling like a quitter because the last two bites got too much hot sauce on em...
You can say grow up
But I'll come back with **** that
Because I know that
That's just jalapenos and pineapples
KitKats and straw hats
You can't **** the rainbow if you're to stuck-up to raindance
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Breathe.
Inhale deep.
Let the afternoon sink
into your tired lungs
on golden wings of daylight
and ease.
Breathe.
Exhale slow.
Let oxygen, nitrogen,
carbon dioxide and pollution
whisper from your bloodstream
and mingle with the trees.
Purify.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.
Count to five (for me).
One:
stretch each muscle of your fingertips--
first knuckle,
second knuckle,
third.
Two:
curl your toes inside your shoes;
feel your socks stretch
inch by
inch.
Three:
spell your name until it sticks;
seven letters raindance
just to comfort
you.
Four:
Tell me where you live,
how the squeak-springed couch sinks
under the weight of family
and love.
Five:
close for me your tired eyes;
shifting patterns of stars wrap your dark
in brightness
and calm.
Then breathe.
Inhale deep and exhale slow.
Untie the knots from your shoulders,
and open the cage to your chest.
Breathe.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
it’s like the fires that have ravaged this breathless land,
refusing to relent, and the parched clouds that fall
against the rolling adobe hills. it’s like the fire
of red and orange ombré spilling into the abiquiu,
a halo of lush greenery rushing toward the water.
like yesterday’s wind, my breathing is shallow and dry,
choking on the depth of your hazy breath that curls
from the corner of your lips. i drove on heat waves
for miles as i watched fires crawl into the mountains,
down into the skeletal rivers that are nothing but stony
memories. the earth is bony, long fingers of dead streams
crushed in the grasp of 115 degrees. this morning, i lay
gasping in your arms, remembering the temptation
of your breath as we sat in the moon’s silent ebb. the fires,
they will burn more until there is nothing left but the naked
and raw land, and then the rains will come again and wash
the ash and the mud away. but with you, i will never call
for a raindance, knowing the only way i will burn is when you
are filling me with fire.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
eleventh letter
tin pan alley raindance blues
sorrowful sister
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Inhaling gales forces
Thundering footsteps
Propel whirlwinds
Twisting things left behind
Stormy eyes clouded
False visions of sunny days
Born in violent winds
Forged by a tempest of hate
Lightning strikes down
Capturing rainy day regrets
Out running hurricanes
Chasing Cloud 9
Within the eye
Silence rages
While waves thrash
Against the shores of sanity
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
It's all about money, it's all about true love, and it's all about beautiful girls.
Because Sandi is gonna make it rain for me so I can barely raindance all year long.
Even if the storm is coming, i can make it thunder and lightning.
Anonymous. 12/5/2015.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
This was meant to be a haibun. After the
first sentence, I folded the list of rules into a sparrow. I go for a walk,
pass by the place where people write haiku
and roll juxtaposition into irony
as they eat their meals with the wrong
ends of their chopsticks.
he lifts gari with his left hand—
a slot machine jangles
A patron’s nearly full dish of wasabi sits amongst sushi platters that, except
for the left behind rice-explosions,
have been emptied. Around the corner,
a shaman stands near the clocktower
where the grass has died from a winter’s salting. The shadow of a ginkgo leaf flutters on his face like the wings of Buson’s moth. I want to turn off all the lights so that it can see.
The systems are broken. **** The systems are failing.
Further up Beverly St., an autistic boy
plays with Lego on a front porch. I try to remember his true name, and hope that
he can help break down the foundations, raindance his mind around the blocks’
angles and lines to solve an equation with a variable that is the shaman understanding
why the boy pretends to not see us.
Turn off the lights so that we can see.
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 11:19 PM UTC
If my words could burn a hole, I'd aim for your heart, though if by chance you have a soul, it would be as good a place to start, so I sing my laments for the warm rain, though with this spirit in my body there is a chance, to purge all the doubts from my brain, and wake up on clear skies just to dance
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC