Post by Andorinha on Feb 13, 2009 11:05:03 GMT -6
Rain
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 1/4/2003 5:08 PM
Rain
Iarwain Ben-adar
Parched the land waits,
it's life the sun, now it's death;
One can assume it's fate,
without natures teary breath;
As Sun glares and glows,
and the leaves wither and die;
Hope for life grows,
when sky greives, so moved to cry;
Does sky greive for withered leave,
or weep upon cracked land;
For merry blue sky we believe,
is no sign of storm at hand;
Or is it the clouds which feel the pain,
and see the suffering of the land;
Of lifes endevours grown in vain,
as rich soil drys to sand;
Perhaps the Wind the plants should speak,
when seeking a cooling bath;
Although when angered gales do peak,
all fear the angered winds rath;
Or maybe time is our allie in this time of need,
should the leaves call to time?
Time heals hearts, hate and greed,
But wait, too late, the leaves have gone to seed!
01/04/03
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From: lossenandunewen
Sent: 1/4/2003 6:29 PM
that is beautiful
lossenandunewen
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From: Zauber
Sent: 1/9/2003 11:57 AM
Very visual and moving!
Zauber
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Sent: 12/4/2003 5:40 AM
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 12/4/2003 5:52 AM
Here is the revision of 'Rain" that will be published in 2004:
sorry HTML is not my forte'.
“Rain”<o:p></o:p>
‘Iarwain Ben-adar’<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Parched, the thirsty land waits,<o:p></o:p>
Its life the Sun, now its death;<o:p></o:p>
One might assume its final fates,<o:p></o:p>
Without nature’s teary breath.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
As Sun glares and glows,<o:p></o:p>
And leaves wither beginning to die,<o:p></o:p>
Land’s hope for life grows,<o:p></o:p>
When sky grieves; so moved to cry.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
But is it sky grieving for withered leaves?<o:p></o:p>
Or offering sweet tears for cracked land?<o:p></o:p>
For merry, blue, sky; as one believes,<o:p></o:p>
Is not a sign of rain being at hand.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Or is it the clouds which feel leave’s pain,<o:p></o:p>
And sense the suffering of the land;<o:p></o:p>
Perceiving land’s endeavors grown in vain,<o:p></o:p>
As enriched soils slowly dry to sand;<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
So perhaps it’s with wind the leaves should speak,<o:p></o:p>
When seeking their cooling bath;<o:p></o:p>
Although when vicious gales do peak,<o:p></o:p>
All fear wind’s angered wrath.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Or maybe time, is land and leave’s ally in their time of need,<o:p></o:p>
Should time not be deaf; as they mutely plead?<o:p></o:p>
For time’s passing heals: hearts, hate, and greed.<o:p></o:p>
Oh! But wait, too late, the land’s leaves lingered not; and have gone to seed! <o:p></o:p>
01/04/03
rev. 05/22/03
rev. 12/02/03 <o:p></o:p>
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From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 12/4/2003 6:11 AM
Very beautiful, Iarwain. Where will the poem be published? Congratulations!
It is good to see you, too!
Stormrider
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/4/2003 1:11 PM
Iarwain! Hi! So good to see you!
I savored the words of your poem as I read. Thank you for sharing!
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From: Soleil
Sent: 12/4/2003 1:50 PM
Congratulations! This is wonderful! Such vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing your news.
Sol
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From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 1/4/2003 5:08 PM
Rain
Iarwain Ben-adar
Parched the land waits,
it's life the sun, now it's death;
One can assume it's fate,
without natures teary breath;
As Sun glares and glows,
and the leaves wither and die;
Hope for life grows,
when sky greives, so moved to cry;
Does sky greive for withered leave,
or weep upon cracked land;
For merry blue sky we believe,
is no sign of storm at hand;
Or is it the clouds which feel the pain,
and see the suffering of the land;
Of lifes endevours grown in vain,
as rich soil drys to sand;
Perhaps the Wind the plants should speak,
when seeking a cooling bath;
Although when angered gales do peak,
all fear the angered winds rath;
Or maybe time is our allie in this time of need,
should the leaves call to time?
Time heals hearts, hate and greed,
But wait, too late, the leaves have gone to seed!
01/04/03
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From: lossenandunewen
Sent: 1/4/2003 6:29 PM
that is beautiful
lossenandunewen
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From: Zauber
Sent: 1/9/2003 11:57 AM
Very visual and moving!
Zauber
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Sent: 12/4/2003 5:40 AM
This message has been deleted by the author.
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Message 5 of 8 in Discussion
From: MSN NicknameIarwainBen-adar1
Sent: 12/4/2003 5:52 AM
Here is the revision of 'Rain" that will be published in 2004:
sorry HTML is not my forte'.
“Rain”<o:p></o:p>
‘Iarwain Ben-adar’<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Parched, the thirsty land waits,<o:p></o:p>
Its life the Sun, now its death;<o:p></o:p>
One might assume its final fates,<o:p></o:p>
Without nature’s teary breath.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
As Sun glares and glows,<o:p></o:p>
And leaves wither beginning to die,<o:p></o:p>
Land’s hope for life grows,<o:p></o:p>
When sky grieves; so moved to cry.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
But is it sky grieving for withered leaves?<o:p></o:p>
Or offering sweet tears for cracked land?<o:p></o:p>
For merry, blue, sky; as one believes,<o:p></o:p>
Is not a sign of rain being at hand.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Or is it the clouds which feel leave’s pain,<o:p></o:p>
And sense the suffering of the land;<o:p></o:p>
Perceiving land’s endeavors grown in vain,<o:p></o:p>
As enriched soils slowly dry to sand;<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
So perhaps it’s with wind the leaves should speak,<o:p></o:p>
When seeking their cooling bath;<o:p></o:p>
Although when vicious gales do peak,<o:p></o:p>
All fear wind’s angered wrath.<o:p></o:p>
<o:p></o:p>
Or maybe time, is land and leave’s ally in their time of need,<o:p></o:p>
Should time not be deaf; as they mutely plead?<o:p></o:p>
For time’s passing heals: hearts, hate, and greed.<o:p></o:p>
Oh! But wait, too late, the land’s leaves lingered not; and have gone to seed! <o:p></o:p>
01/04/03
rev. 05/22/03
rev. 12/02/03 <o:p></o:p>
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From: MSN NicknameStorrmrider
Sent: 12/4/2003 6:11 AM
Very beautiful, Iarwain. Where will the poem be published? Congratulations!
It is good to see you, too!
Stormrider
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From: sparrow
Sent: 12/4/2003 1:11 PM
Iarwain! Hi! So good to see you!
I savored the words of your poem as I read. Thank you for sharing!
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From: Soleil
Sent: 12/4/2003 1:50 PM
Congratulations! This is wonderful! Such vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing your news.
Sol