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Best Poems About / On RAINBOW
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The Rainbow
after summer's rain
God's promise is remembered
glorious rainbow
(Gen 9: 8-17)
© 2011
Udiah (witness to Yah)
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My Dream of Iris
I dreamt I cast an overarching path
Of coloured scales
Thriving on the solar rays that play upon
The waning of the storm
Id thrown a filmy avenue to reconnect
Empyrean with humankind!
Elated, I flitted through refracted hues
Those from watery spheres that
Fan the iridescent prism.
And more: shimmering sprites in dance atop the spray
Conveyed adieus to gods
Departing for their hallowed visitation
I woke and pined anon,
Begging Iris: Be so kind and
Take us on your wing to new endeavours
Show that nothing in the ether tempers you!
And every time you render us a rainbow,
See it fires a lust for zest anew!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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RAINBOW FOR MY GRANDAUGHTER Sarahi
Rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
I said to
the child
who was seeing
a rainbow
for the first time
and she pointed at the
rainbow
she spoke to the
rainbow
and the
rainbow
became brigher
and brighter
until it was gone
but the child kept looking at the sky
to see a
rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
for the first time.
M.L. Squier
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Rainbow On A Morning
Thanks Dark - for the nightmares!
Rain bleeding all over me,
Like swarms of needling gnats
God what a night!
I parted the curtains of my ragged tent-
My little hellhole
A single crepuscular ray
Sneaked through a small rent in the filth
Of crawling clouds
I stared cynically
But yep! I admit, the rain was dying down-
My canvas yammered less
Was Nature having a tea break?
Another ray, fewer drops, lifting hope:
A winning sun!
A bird told the story on her flight;
Even she was looking over at the prism-
The over-arching schism through the gloom
Uplifted, upstanding, I even smiled;
When Nature turns and shows Her brighter side-
The one with rainbows on a morning
Dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-
Then She has reminded us:
Catch Her at Her best
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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