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Larsen M. Callirhoe
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Larsen M. Callirhoe

To The Sound Of The Pouring Rain

 

Part 1 or I

 

Side by side… Hand in hand…

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

The morning sunlight was showing dark grey clouds.

Light hit my weary eyes as the wind blows trees about. .

This storm is beginning to brew and is distantly cold.

Don't you know it began to pour drops of rain outside.

I looked out my window when I heard the precipitation.

 

Before you were born in this life you visited me while I slept.

God gave this vision of you for me to cherish all my life.

I looked at this image of you and you spoke words to me.

You told me "I love you" and we will marry one day soon.

In this incarnation when we meet will be lovers once again.

 

You whisper these words to me from the Stairway up above.

Everyone wants to dream about this type of amazing encounter.

I wake up from slumbering knowing my Elizabeth, we will be.

In the future our lives will be full of so many fun adventures.

Hand in hand merrily our paths will always be united in life.

 

Part 2 or II

 

Side by side… Hand in hand…

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

In this life we did find our paths back to one another.

In faith we share a dance up in the clouds that float on by.

I will find room for our dancing trophies on the mantle.

Maybe one day we can have the freedom we use to share.

Sadly those days of song and dance have long since past,

 

This sorrow you show for me makes what happened hard.

The day you learned I became paralyzed it broke your heart.

The tears you shed is like the rain falling from the storm.

I make a desperate plea to our God asking for another chance.

I show heart as my tears fall to the floor as I seek redemption.

 

I hear the flowing rain like a sympathy playing a soft melody.

I perceive the thunder crackling like my blood that circulates.

I beheld the lightning that did strike the ground you walked on.

The portrait I took of you long ago I still hold close to my heart.

The picture of her is a symbol when she will be dressed in purity.

 

Part 3 or III

 

 

Side by side… Hand in hand…

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

I hear the rain like a sympathy playing a soft melody.

I perceive the thunder bursting like my blood that bleeds.

I behold lightning striking the ground you walk on by.

This portrait I took of you so long ago I still hold.

The picture is a symbol of you being dressed in purity.

 

You know the vision I have for you is to be a white rose.

Music plays on the radio gentility as I want to dance.

Rain falls quietly down and the sound is so pulsating.

From my heart to yours I can honestly say I love you.

I adore the dirt you walk on because you stir my heart.

 

You make my heart palpitate every time I gaze your way.

I more then hear the pouring rain falling to the ground.

I feel the thunder vibrating like your heart beat throbs.

We notice the lightning trying to assault the home we built.

We race home very fast till we are safely back in our house.

 

Part 4 or IIII

 

Side by side… Hand in hand…

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

I hear the rain cascading like a sympathy playing a soft melody.

I perceive the thunder crackling like the blood flows.

I behold the lightning strike the ground you had walked on.

The portrait I took of you long ago I still hold near my heart.

The picture is a symbol of you being dressed in purity.

 

I hear the soothing rain whisper to the ground occasional.

The distant thunder continues to replay a constant echo.

In my head games of a ill fated responsibilities finds you.

Lightning strikes a tree next to a lake catching fire

panic setting in aflame about my ex and my goodbye to her.

 

For you my only vaunted friend don't disperse like that.

Alters of burnt dry flesh, Oh how the songs they play....

Their rehearsing reminds me of how you found me in the dark.

Don't you know it is raining outside. The tears of my eyes

that welt up are like the raindrops that touch the ground.

 

Part 5 or V

 

Side by side… Hand in hand...

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

The flowers are really wet much like the scent that comes

from the garden you planted in my back yard. A long time

ago you said "I do." You have since left me to be all alone.

Why did you have to be so cold? My heart is beating ever slow.

My soul bled in the wind. My son died and his blood filled Earth.

 

Respect is a very hard thing to earn so however it is earned

responsibility of this word is meant to be obeyed. I hope

that means when this word is obeyed by you, if you receive

honors and other personal accolades in society enjoy them.

My lover on a personal level I give you this honor of respect.

 

I pray you find someone new Joyce my old lover. Elizabeth

came to my life as a bright light in a dream out of the darkness.

She is my Goddess that I adore and appears as a Angel speaking

to my heart. I will now only smile when you feel my heart beat.

Elizabeth is by my side once again. I hear the thunder echoing

like my heart is beating to the sound of music being played next door.

 

Part 6 or VI

 

Side by side... Hand by hand...

 

The sky appears darker then the normal haze of the horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the storms pouring rain.

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual spent most of the night tossing and turning.

 

Elizabeth and I make love. It is our wedding night. Our honey-

moon is at a hotel along the shore of the beach. I caress your

bodies curves as the waves touch you and your life. We notice

the celestial storm brewing off the coast. I tell Elizabeth

about how I have moved on no longer wanting Joyce to be a lover.

 

Don't you see Elizabeth, I wanted you all along to be by my side.

You know before the sun did rise. I dreamed of you at night. In

this memory of you, you were not cold and distant like the storm

that is brewing outside. Don't you know the rain is pouring outside.

As we make love the echoing sound of the thunder is in tune with us.

 

What can has been opened to show us all these worms? It is just

that we all will not be on the same page. When on that path once

in awhile they check our identification. Next door my neighbor is

having a musical jam session rehearsal with the piano and trumpet.

Those friends are very noisy when the instruments are being played.

 

Even I have to obey the apartment's code of conduct so it fair for all.

They too have to stop the noise at night. The storm still brews, the

lightning strikes the passion of our soul.. My life once drowned in

so much sorrow during the times you were not by my side. So God -I-

thank you for every minute my lover and I are united hand in hand.

 

Side by side... Hand in hand

 

Her night is done and the sun is rising in the East.

I wake up in the morning and I am still so exhausted.

As usual most of night was spent tossing and turning.

The sky appeared darker then normal haze of horizon.

The music plays to the sound of the pouring rain.

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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What a work, Victor. The parts that repeat are like a rain storm -- one that goes on for a long time -- like the one that's taking place here today. (It's been pouring all day.) Very effective in getting the message across, as each time a new event from the past is introduced.

 

I'm curious how long it took you to write this and a little bit about the process. Did you copy and paste the verses and individual lines that repeat or did you simply retype them when it came time inject the refrain(s)?

 

Tony

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

hi tony lol very good question. i have been working on this one for 3 years now i think lol. i have already made some more twiks to it and divided it into 6 parts. i wanted this to flow like butter having cohesiveness and continuity that would really gell. i retyped each line as i went along like but i paste and glue paragraphs or lines if i think it goes in another spot of what i am writing. that is because thoughts just pop into my head and i can go on rambling forever it seems. i wouldn't make typos but my eyesight sucks and my glasses don't help. maybe contacts would work better but who knows with glaucome and all. as always thanks for reading my monstrouserous write hehe.

 

 

 

victor

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David W. Parsley

Many memorable passages and startling lines. The thought of blood itself bleeding! I like the feeling that comes from the "waves touch you and your life." Parts 3 and 5 moved me the most. Found the repeating "Side by side... Hand in hand" more distracting than helpful. A worthwhile piece.

 

- Dave

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Wow- epic and beautiful- Reminiscent of some of your other works- But with a tonality that shows real growth and progress- Like it ALOT;-)

 

DC&J

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

thanks for the comments guys. yes the only reason it is this long is because i am working on metered poetry and continuity in my wriiting. i have said everything i could in about 400 poems (some have since been lost) freestyle about lost love and depression i went thru like half of them and at the time they worked. and at stages in my poetry growth has become really advanced now then compared to before. but on the other hand i will not rite as mch about depression lost love etc... it will be more focsed on writes that sound more metered and musical. on this particular write i might cut out a whole part or two and tighten it up. the morale of this write was to practice on writing continuitity and metered poems.

 

 

 

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