rain rein reign rayn

when the sky fyres cool
flicker the haughty hues
on the coast of night
the evening orb
sets like a jewel
descends as a sliver of light
swiftly following
their beloved
beyond the veil

in those precious hours
bald eyes drink in
the last stray
murmurs of day
quaff the final drops
of nectar from the fray
leave behind the fury
and the cray cray way

boundless blue
casts off its luster
like heavy bathrobe
it had worn all day
reveals the secrets
it had concealed
now softly shine
the distant candles
like thousand teardrops
of sweet night

as i watch
these tears of night
feel their rayn
upon my soul
i see a hundred
sometimes a thousand
but know from
eyes augmented
a septillion stars
watch one another

and i think of those
who we have lost
of those who still
shine on each day
and those who’re
yet to come
as i watch
these tears of night
feel their rayn
upon my soul
this naked sky
makes me cry

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irresistible

"Only that which does not teach,
which does not cry out,
which does not condescend,
which does not explain, is irresistible."

— W. B. Yeats

poetic programming

“The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff. He builds his castles in the air, from air, creating by exertion of the imagination. Few media of creation are so flexible, so easy to polish and rework, so readily capable of realizing grand conceptual structures…. Yet the program construct, unlike the poet’s words, is real in the sense that it moves and works, producing visible outputs separate from the construct itself. […] The magic of myth and legend has come true in our time. One types the correct incantation on a keyboard, and a display screen comes to life, showing things that never were nor could be.”— Fred Brooks, The Mythical Man-Month: Essays on Software Engineering

Is poetry just as real as software programs? The concepts and emotions evoked in the reader show them “things that never were nor could be?”

innies and outies

the innies and the outies
all stood in rows
from each family
both the same
from house to house
some in, some out

every one was present
though varied
how they’re berthed
the blue ones
and the green ones
all waited at their curbs

july is nigh

July is nigh
He’ll likely fly
Summer’s spry
Climate’s cry
Weather wry
Feet will fry
June was shy
Makes me cry
With a sigh
July is nigh

frinky

frinky friends
make amends

mebbe married
mebbe not

one thing’s for sure
they chat a lot

frisky whisky
may be risky

a little drinky
a bunch o’ kinky

the way life wends
the way the body bends

frinky friends
freaky kinky frinky friends

friend kinks
the bond that links

on each other
they can depend

it’s all that matters
in the end

hope

you guide me
from the shores of night
across the vastness
beyond my sight
over the deep
i tremble with fright
you protect me from
many a precarious plight
beyond what must be
and what just might
you ride night’s wind
like a celestial kite
we pass islands unknown
to our left and our right
forward we journey
ahead beyond the night
at last, up ahead
at the fringe of my sight
a glimmer, then a shimmer
the world begins to light
out of the darkness
you and i ignite
the daily fire of hope
that brings delight