Cold rain in July
So cool and so clean
It makes you ask why
Or what it can mean
When things go so wrong
Yet still they go right
Like a sweet love song
On a lonely night
Affairs of the heart
Affairs of the soul
They tear us apart
And make us back whole
Like liquor and love
So bad and so good
These gifts from above
Don’t work like they should
These things that life brings
They make me ask why
We get such strange things
As rain in July
The day is so hot
Your mind and body swealter
A cool breeze blows in
The King conquered all, his lands to increase,
Then said, “Now I am old, let there be peace.”
The old King waged wars, spilled rivers of blood,
Then said, “All nations choose brotherly love.”
The King gathered treasures to fill his horde,
Then said, “Let honest work be your reward.”
The King spilled blood for the sake of a girl,
Then said, “Jealous love will make thee a churl.”
The King drank and smoked, spread filthy disease,
Then said, “Live clean, let our healthcare be eased.”
The King lied and sleazed, did every misdeed,
Then said, “Follow a more virtuous creed.”
And now it is done, the old King is dead,
A new King comes, to spill rivers of red.
Across all the lands and every sea
From bluest water to the greenest tree
They say there’s nothing, however lovely
Can compare to the Jewel of Glastonbury
Not Solomon’s horde under lock and key
Nor King Midas’ gifts, given for free
Nothing exists holds a candle to thee
Sweetly sparkling Jewel of Glastonbury
Isle of apples and the hawthorn tree
‘tis true: that place where such wonders there be
Forsooth boasts no greater glory than the
True and mythical Jewel of Glastonbury
Now that I know of the Jewel’s story
I know and I fear I’ll never be free
I’ll spend all my life just longing to see
That magnificent Jewel of Glastonbury
Now I do swear – aye by this I decree:
I’ll set out and quest most valiantly
Try and travail by any degree
To witness the famed Jewel of Glastonbury
In a just person’s heart there is a fire;
it burns for a good that we all desire.
Their strength must hold fast when stuck in the mire,
through both thick times and thin, it must not tire.
Let humane wonder uphold in times most dire:
the peaceful, soul-stirring sound of a choir,
the skilled and intricate pluck of a lyre,
a loved one’s voice on a telephone wire,
the fire in a just person’s heart:
that is what I admire.
A poem for:
The Daily Prompt – Admire
Time is elusive, ‘t lasts no time at all;
a leaf on the wind, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The hands of the clock, they spin oh so fast,
perpetual motion eternity will last.
Seconds, minutes, they’re the blink of an eye,
on the face of time- bid that second goodbye.
Make use of your time, don’t pour ‘t down the drain;
for when that moment has gone it won’t come again.
A poem for
The Daily Prompt – Clock
When you find the weathers increased,
go forth ad grab yourself a feast.
When it’s so hot you want to scream,
get yourself Cornetto ice-cream.
Magnum may drip upon your shirt,
you could go for frozen yogurt.
A daft Poem for:
A person can plot,
what they want fate to do, but;
Fate rarely listens.
A Haiku for
Daniel Amatiello 