"rainey" poems
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot
welcoming me to the land of dream
Sofas couches fog in England
Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows
curtains on his windows, fog seeping in
the chimney but a nice warm house
and an incredibly sweet hooknosed
Eliot he loved me, put me up,
gave me a couch to sleep on,
conversed kindly, took me serious
asked my opinion on Mayakovsky
I read him Corso Creeley Kerouac
advised Burroughs Olson Huncke
the bearded lady in the Zoo, the
intelligent puma in Mexico City
6 chorus boys from Zanzibar
who chanted in wornout polygot
Swahili, and the rippling rythyms
of Ma Rainey and Vachel Lindsay.
On the Isle of the Queen
we had a long evening's conversation
Then he tucked me in my long
red underwear under a silken
blanket by the fire on the sofa
gave me English Hottie
and went off sadly to his bed,
Saying ah Ginsberg I am glad
to have met a fine young man like you.
At last, I woke ashamed of myself.
Is he that good and kind? Am I that great?
What's my motive dreaming his
manna? What English Department
would that impress? What failure
to be perfect prophet's made up here?
I dream of my kindness to T.S. Eliot
wanting to be a historical poet
and share in his finance of Imagery-
overambitious dream of eccentric boy.
God forbid my evil dreams come true.
Last nite I dreamed of Allen Ginsberg.
T.S. Eliot would've been ashamed of me.
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Chirping birds that fly and play
Time change makes a longer day
Green grass shoots and flowers bloom
No more winters gloom and doom
Squirrels and bees and buds on trees
Sunny days with gentle breeze
Smell the blooms and fresh cut grass
Joy rushing in, its spring at last
Carpenter bees fly around
New growth covers the once cold ground
Rainey days replenish the land
The master’s creation, so beautiful, so grand
Spring time evenings, tranquil and still
Sunsets slowly over the hill
Frogs and crickets sing a song
The owl and whippoorwill sing along
I lay my head down in my bed
Spring time memories in my head
I fold my hands and begin to pray
I thank my God for another day
© William Power (2011) All rights reserved
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
maybe i could feel you
if i hadn't lost my heart
(not courage, though, i've got that one)
the kind that lets you start
to find the sun on a rainey day before other eyes can see
the heart that gave its life for you
when it ran away from me
i tried to keep it in my throat
to sing you pretty songs
but i swallowed it by accident
my belly's full of wrongs.
maybe it's for the best,
my hoodlum of a heart
i'm sure her space can be replaced with
men and food and art.
that's what my teachers tell me
so it must be (is. what's. so?)
i hope you don't run too fast, baby
and that you don't have far to go.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
Yesterday the birds seemed rather peculiar.
The morning was cool, damp, rainey.
A chill went through the air.
Holiday season is here.
People are frantic.
Shopping.
Stressed.
Malls packed.
Mom losing her toddler.
Heart stops, cops called.
ALL due to her lack of concern and sick addiction of society pulling her in to the latest trend, best deal, better product.
Is it really better?
Or are you being brainwashed?
Do you need it?
You do zero research. You just believe the retailer.
Ignore your child.
Are you really better?
Then the next person you judge?
They are judging you.
Be careful.
Mom's in tears.
People everywhere.
Good people in the world.
Child found.
Heartbeats again.
Life rethought.
Retail therapy over.
Therapy considered.
Life goes on.
Birds fly by.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
the butterfly blues
is when you've got just a TOUCH of the blues
no Ma Rainey or Muddy
just a touch flitting about
your favorite restaurant has shut down
or your picnic got rained on
that's the butterfly blues
perhaps you're considering lighting up
a forsworn cigarette
or going on a shopping spree
to escape the little weights
clipping your wings just a TOUCH
no Etta or Billie Holiday
just the butterfly blues
flitting about
until...
up pops a pretty flower to land on
supplying you with
answers to settle
your unsettled mind
and Presto! you'll soon notice
those butterfly blues have
been left far behind!
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
I love Rainey day's feels like all the sadness gets washed away.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC