I heard the thunder, neither loud nor proud.
I can not tell
Whether any rain fell,
Yet I know the well
Is dry.
There are no tears to cry
Save for the crocodile
Kind
and I find
That I am sick of the false smile
I wish that a storm would come.
I can neither run
Nor stay
And pray
For a storm to take
All this away.
Once the lightening has passed
I may feel bereft
At the vast
Nothing left
Behind. But the storm must come
And I must not run
Away,
But face the thunder, and stay.
“Who are you?” he said
As she lay upon the bed.
“Who me?
I can be
Whoever you want me
To be”
She made reply
With a barely audible sigh.
“And who are you?”
She asked.
“I am masked.
Now let us play a while.
Do bring a smile
To my face
With silk and lace,
For after a will-o’-the-wisp I chase”.
The question is whether
The beast at the end of his tether
Will make a dash for hope
And break free of the rope
(Which was by him created,
And is now so passionately hated)!
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Thank you to Lesley M Dawson of My Liverpool Blog, https://ellemdawson.wordpress.com/about/, for providing me with a word to describe my love of rain (pluviophile), which means a lover of rain! I am delighted to meet a fellow pluviophile!
You can find examples of my poems which deal with rain below:
Raining – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/10/28/raining/
Its Raining – https://newauthoronline.com/2016/11/12/its-raining/
Wood In The Rain – https://newauthoronline.com/2017/05/01/wood-in-the-rain/
Autumn Rain – https://newauthoronline.com/2015/09/25/autumn-rain-2/
You left your umbrella behind
For me to find.
There were no ties
To bind,
Just passing sighs
And me for a moment seeing
A human being.
I never saw you again
But when
Recollection stirs
Of brief affairs,
I see in my mind
Ducks on a girl’s umbrella
Long since left behind
For a man to find.
There was a young man named Hurd
Who throughout life spoke only one word.
But as he expired
He became inspired
And said “death is quite absurd!”
If all our fantasies where laid bare
For the world to see,
What would happen to you and me?
The bishop would no longer care
To have us round for tea!
Or if he did so
He might whisper low
“I have the same desires
But Hell’s fires
Are hot.
Besides I have got
A dragon for a wife,
But oh how I dream
Of whipped cream …!”
“A service like any other,
But don’t tell your mother
As she
Is not like you and me.
We see
The truth plain
(which many distain)
That for the right price
He Can frequently have the She
Of his choosing
And vice
Is a call
Or click away.
How easy ‘tis to fall
Off a log, and oft we lack
The will to climb back”.
