Well if you are going to do it in a car-- a Bentley is the car in which to do it. I'm sure it was much more comfy than a Ford, haha!
The poem is very 'descriptive' Rhymester

Yeah, very funny.
I used to go to the 'Alzheimers Club' --but I couldn't remember where it was !!!

After a lot of compliments to my 1st poem recently, I offer this 2nd one . I hope some of the previous readers will find it & say if they like this one. Rhymester.

UNTIL THE RAIN STOPS

We have until the rain stops
To make sense of the scheme;
We have until the rain stops
To realise a dream.
That we should find each other here ---
In nowhere, -- in the rain,
And see in each-others eyes,
A shelter from our pain;
Brought here for this moment
Of spiritual gain.
I will pull out all your sorrows;
Hold them gently in my hand;
Then you’ll be free tomorrow
As I sink into the sand.

We have until the rain stops
For balance to prevail;
We have until the rain stops,
Seeking shelter from life’s gale.
You come to sate my hunger,
From a different time and place:
I can’t wait any longer
For you to fill my empty space.
We shake the very cosmos
But we will not leave a trace.
You give me everything you are,
Though none should say we have sinned.
You light me like a passing star,
Then you are borne off by the wind.

We have until the rain stops
To set each other free;
We have until the rain stops ---
I am sent to you, you are sent to me.
We have until the rain stops
To hold impossibility.

We have until the rain stops
To comfort and console;
We have until the rain stops
To save our very souls.
Two drifting elementals
Whose paths now intersect
On the never-ending quest
To reach out and to connect;
Trying to keep perfection
When we ourselves are not perfect.
Eternal is the way it felt
Though its memory will decay; © Barrie Cannon
We make each others demons melt
And then we fade away.

(c) Barrie Cannon Sun. 12th August 2007

To all above responders to my poem COMETH THE DAY.
Wow what a good response. You all gave nice comments and so many of you- in just a couple of days after posting it . Thanks to you all. I'll put up some more soon. Rhymester.

A nice cheery one for ya's

COMETH THE DAY


Why today?
What was so awful about today?
Was it even lonelier than all the others?
The silence even louder than before?
Did he feel that bit more smothered
That he just could take no more?
Had even his memories faded from sight,
Or were they just a little TOO bright?
The sounds of history in the air,
Like nightmares always hanging there.

Why today?
What was so different about today?
Was he let down one time too many?
One more bill he couldn’t pay?
Seeking hope, --- not finding any;
Were the clouds a darker grey?
Did one more burden on his doorstep
Add so much to his sadness?
Make him refuse to take one more step,
And drive him to this madness?

Why today?
What was so terrible about today?
Was there one more bad decision
He could not help but make?
One more act of derision
That he was forced to take?
Was there no sun to lift him --
To give him light so seldom seen?
Did the colours round him get so dim?
Did the river seem so clean?

Why today?
What was so heinous about today?
That he couldn’t smell the flowers,
That he couldn’t hear birds’ song?
Sitting in his room for hours
Wondering where he had gone so wrong.
Were the shadows even darker
In the corners of his room?
Were his options even starker
As he stared into the gloom?

Why today?
What was so odious about today?
Did something happen in his past
That killed his self-esteem?
That festered right up to ‘the last’
Made his life a prolonged scream?
Did he fail another interview?
Was he snubbed by one more girl?
Were there children, never calling, who
Didn’t see his empty world?

Why today?
What was so dreadful about today?
Unattractive, overweight or flawed?
Perhaps painfully shy;
Perhaps he was always ignored,
Or was it just his day to die?
What depth of desperation?
We hope we will never know;
What total dissipation
Made today the day to go?

Why today?
What was so unbearable about today?
Maybe too deep within his fears
To find the needed ‘lift’;
Too fragile in this ‘vale of tears’
To see life as a gift.
Were these the reasons
He couldn’t crawl over the’hump’?
Were these the reasons
That today he made that jump?







© Barrie Cannon 13th & 14th August 2007.

( Dedicated to the memory of Steve Cable – good guitarist and friend )