THE LONELY LOOKING RAIN

LOVE IN RAIN3If you keep looking for love and never give up on finding it, there’s a much better chance that you will succeed in finding it and knowing what happiness is. Since I’ve experienced this myself, I know this to be true.  It can happen…even on the darkest, coldest and rainiest night or day and at the very moment you’re ready to give up.  It can happen.  And often does!

Patrick The Poet

THE LONELY LOOKING RAIN

For years I’ve stood out here in the lonely looking rain,
Counting the darkest clouds in the lonely looking sky.
Searching for someone to count my tears and feel my pain,
And sooth me with a soft kiss and a broken-hearted sigh.

For I’ve looked for you in sunshine and on sunny days
Where love had seemed warm and rife and always strolling by.
But dark and cloudy years only learned to count the ways
How brief is sunshine…and how quickly sunny skies can fly!

And so, I’d walk rainy streets looking for hope and love,
Thinking if I called your name, I might hear you reply;
And we might see more than lonely looking skies above
(And find something more from this life than dreams that only die!)

For one day you’d look and know your hopes were not in vain.
You’d see I’ve lived a lifetime for you to walk on by!
Then learning I’ve counted all your tears and felt your pain,
You’d know I’ve been waiting here in the lonely looking rain
To sooth you with a soft kiss and a broken-hearted sigh.

SESTINA OF LIGHT

There are many structured forms of verse to challenge poets and their poetical skills.  Hands down the most difficult and complicated form or poem structure to pen is the sestina.  You can learn all about a sestina on either or both these sites:

http://www.baymoon.com/~ariadne/form/sestina.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sestina

And, at this time, you can read an original sestina right here on my blog…for I wrote one (actually two!) several years ago and had the pleasure of seeing it published in a literary magazine at the time.  As you will see, the form adheres more to itself and its structure than it does to elegance of language or poeticness.  But if you’re one of those who has a convoluted mind, the sestina is something you should definitely enjoy!

Patrick The Poet

SESTINA OF LIGHT
For all our lives we should seek nothing but the truth.  
And to rise above the lies that live inside us.–   
Even those that were the flaws of good nature.   
And though we still know not the meaning of it all,   
Some of us will look for it in goodness and love.   
And some find it in the shadows that conceal light.   
Still, though it comes more often at dusk or twilight
And oftentimes as tragedy and bitter truth,
Impoverished of beauty and bereft of love
And wrought with all the fears that always deride us,
Whenever we decide we do not know it all–
We pray to find the God of our better nature!
And though hate be one strength of our human nature
That looms to empower us to hold back the light
(So that we can live like gods, if we live at all!)
And tempt us from having to face the bitter truth,
Should not urge our minds to keep our hearts outside us
Everytime we find it too difficult to love.
For we should see the stars above and beg for love
And hope to be forgiven for our worst nature.
That if there be a goodness that lives inside us,
May it offer eternal comfort and delight!
And not the grief of an unacceptable truth
That shows us only darkness…or nothing at all.
Yet somewhere there must be a light that shines for all,
And over this dark planet, so bereft of love.
That so starved and thirsting for beneficial truth
That we might rise beyond our inhuman nature
And live to finally find our eternal light–
Not inside some dubious faith, but inside us!
For neither hate nor grief can kill what’s inside us
If we always hold love and truth as best of all.
And neither is death nor darkness stronger than light
Nor hate ever capable of destroying love
If we seek the angels of our better nature
And always battle evil with goodness and truth!
For there dwells inside us deathless hope and true love.
But best of all, that which is our truest nature:
To reach and bask in perfect light…and live in truth!

Warm, Sunny Days

Today is not one of these warm, sunny days I love to enjoy every spring and summer, but it actually warmed up a little bit here in southern California that none of us living in this neck of the woods should complain.  I lament, however, all those who live in Iceland and Greenland and the North and South Poles who almost never experience warm, sunny days, although cold, sunny days I am sure they really are used to! 

Then there are those warm, sunny days that live in your heart–the ones you especially remember from sharing special moments with someone you love.  It’s sad, though, when you can’t find someone to share a warm, sunny day with, or you’re with someone you love who doesn’t appreciate warm, sunny days nor the warmth of love in your heart.  This poem here is about that.  It’s an experience I can remember only too well…that can turn warm, sunny days into cold ones.  You know?  If you don’t, I hope you never have to.

WARM, SUNNY DAYS 

When you live long enough you wonder about things:
What happened to love and every beautiful day?
What became of all the lovely summers and springs?
You held love in your hand, how did it slip away?
 
What were the words said or those I should have spoken?
Or that one simple truth which love should never speak?
(That leaves a heart feeling hurt or even broken,
And transforms summer to winter, and bright to bleak?)
 
Were it I could travel to a warm, sunny isle
And pretend the past was the place where I should be,
I would cherish all the days when I made you smile,
And you felt so warm and sunny being with me.
 
But I guess there’s no use in leaving or going,
Although winter is not a place I fear to stay.
Besides, here inside my heart it’s always snowing,
And you never liked warm, sunny days, anyway.

Beautiful Sunsets…

Everywhere over the world you can find beautiful sunsets.  Even in places ranked by ugliness and turmoil.  For the suffering people in such places, I suppose a beautiful sunset is one of the few things they have to look forward to and enjoy.  Here at home in the good ol’ U.S. of A., a new year has dawned and I think we have a lot to look forward to, though no doubt there are suffering people here who will quickly disagree with me.  I understand.  And wish everyone of you a beautiful sunset whenever and wherever you can grab it.  And savor it to your soul!

 

SUNSET
 
Such a stark sky–and here comes the sunset!
To bask our eyes in lilting sights to see.
And though there are many, I’ve seen none yet
Ah, as beautiful as you…here with me!
 
Now there above the sands, loom bashful blues!
And o’er the sea, a glimpse of glinting grays!
Until a cascade of emerald hues
Cast out one more of many love-filled days!
 
So I do not fear the darkness, nor death;
Nor the portent of a desolate end.
For we live love in every single breath!
And the waning face of God is a friend!
 
So come now, and let us enjoy, my love,
This achingly-beautiful setting sun.
Where the angels in heaven, high above,
Are happiest when they’ve touched everyone!
 
For here we have a sparkling sunset.
And oh, not one to hurry to perceive!
So let’s stay forever, it’s not done yet…
(And never is the only time to leave!)