THE PAINTING SKY

Four days now the sun did scorch,
it's blazing heat upon earths porch.

Many grew ill, so thick was the air;
my son, could not eat nor drink.

We all prayed to God, to us do send,
His miracle of rain;
send rain-clouds from heaven!

At dusk, my friends, among twilights grande display;
a miracle unfolded, on this day!

In my truth, I proclaim; what I saw in my view;
was God's magic Hand, at sky-painting, anew!

He painted the sky in twilight shades of azure blue;
pinks and reds, were the descending suns hue.

I saw before me, not too afar;
a splashing of silver twinkling stars.

Gracing the azured sky they'd appear,
to an unheard tune, not heard by mortal ear.

And I wondered for a moment,
if they were God's splashes of tears?

He added clouds of golden mist reaching,
toward my window, they advance!

And I leapt from my chair to the patio window;
as my home lit from golden clouds...
and I danced!!

All the more splendid as lo, to my behold;
golden clouds streamed from the suns unfold.

In clouds arched like a rainbow, much to my delight;
I danced with the show, of God's hand-painting sight!

And I laughed aloud, as tears in my eyes swell;
as splash's of grey were added, as well.

Towards me now, they appeared with quick advance,
and my heart skipped to a beat, of an unheard cosmic dance.

My ears strain to hear the tune, to which I prance,
but, it's unknown to me, so I continue, entranced.

Over my roof-top the clouds did reach,
as the sun strained for one more final peek;
and let out it's final display of yellow-gold.

I gasped in awe and noticed I was not cold.

The clouds drizzled raindrops over me,
but not anywhere else though from where I can see.

I looked to my left then I looked to my right,
to see how far I could see;
and yes, I was right;
the clouds were sprinkling, but only on me!

I laughed, clapped my hands,
and I danced;
to show God, my appreciation...

For the magic show, of His love and live-painting,
of his beautiful creation.

And soaked I became, in the Glory Be,

as raindrops from heaven, felled

Blessing Me!

DDS/North -07-07-2002

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THE PAINTING LEAVES OF FALL (poem)

THE PAINTING LEAVES OF FALL

"Fall is here!"
proclaimed the trees -
by displaying changing-coloured leaves.

Above the houses, row on row -
between the branches, I behold;

such golden-yellow leaves;
oranges and reds too, if you please!

Imagine much, to my delight,
to hold such splendour,
in my sight!

With open eyes, I have now seen -
the painting sky -
and now,
The Painting Leaves!

Rains of fall are ever-present,
to wash the earth,
before winter is sent.

So, imagine if you can -
as I sit here and I write -
the whole sky, is painting white,
but with a dash and a splash of grey;
beneath such a sky, in full display.

As raindrops slowly fall,
I watch nature's miracle, call -
By beckoning the changing of leaves,
to announce that winter is near;
and I reach for my lap-blanket, and shudder
with un-ease;

from the thought of
six-months of winter-freeze!

So I place the blanket
across and down my knees,
and watch the ever-changing
painting leaves.

DDS, 10-04-2002

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LOVES LAMP (poem)

The two poems below were written when i were watching a movie on television with a wedding scene, seperate movies, years apart. (smiles)


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WHEN SHE SAID; "Yes"

When she said yes, did she really mean, "yes?"

Or, was her heart, simply gasping for breath?

Did she once, open her eyes to gaze in haste,
nay, she savoured every moment,
drinking loves sweet kiss
on the lips of her groom.

When she said; "yes"
did she really mean, "yes?"
Oh yes!
Oh yes!

DDS (1994)

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LOVE'S LAMP

Will he still love me,
when the pretty innocence and virginal desires
of one so young

Fade,

replacing all such,
for the burning passionsof womanhood?
(a small sacrifice);

for the greatest gift
(of true beauty),
as rare as love itself,
the Maturity?
Will he turn from me one day,
and sail in troubled waters,
longing for the sweet innocence?

Promising to forsake all others;
will his eyes roam,
his thoughts wander,
and find the innocence in another;
who's maturing beauties,
are of only that;she does not know him?

will he see that,
and be mine, forever?

I will take the chance!

(dds/north-6-1998)

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