Cloud Of Rain(Love) – By Antholeen Petersen

Love is the shower that rains down when you don’t expect it.
When a cloud hovering over you intends rain and you think you’ll do well to reject it.
But let’s perfect it
And say that Love rains down like a storm at sea, tempest tossed at every turn Churning the inner workings of your being
And truth be told from the words of Antholeen
I’ve never seen love up close and have not yet felt it’s rain
But unlike anything else love is an act that allows a spectators gain
As I’ve seen one try to make on their own And then fall into a trap, love strapped
To making a home.

Love rains down and though we tend to frown at the arrival of a cloud
Before long rain turns to bells as we’ve hear the wedding sound.

Romeo, He said Marry me Juliet, and then we’ll never be alone.
I’ll be yours like a ray of sun, where the two of us shall become one.
For what God had joined together, let nothing put asunder
As the rain of love had pulled us under
Under a cloud intending rain
And Before long we had much more than rain to gain
And I see it
Spectator at much, looking on to the arrival of an everlasting love.
And I wonder
What God had joined together let no man put asunder
as some enjoy the plunder
Of falling time and time again
Into love with 2 hearts to one just as God would intend.
See I’ve only but seen it.
The showering rain of love
And love can only come from above.

Because Love is the shower that rains down when you don’t expect it.
When a cloud hovering over you intends rain and you think you’ll do well to just reject it.
But let’s perfect it
And say that Love rains down like a storm at sea, tempest tossed at every turn Churning the inner workings of your inner being.
And so I’ve seen it. – Written By Antholeen Petersen

Tears

open your ears and listen to the sound
gravity pulling it towards earth
tears from the sky dances on rooftops
nature’s heart beats………
listen closely
tugged in between sheets
Oblivious
mother earth blooms
opens her arms to receive the blessings
creation tremble in its roots
drink this magical potion
trees sing as soft winds sway them in motion
flowers with droplets on their cheeks rejoice
birds nestled in trees do not venture
it dawns upon them
first light
red horizon silvergrey
look carefully
there’s a hole in the sky
rays playfully slides down
water reflects
adjust your eyes and look carefully
light brings life and water alike
nocturnal beasts from both sides
hibernate
the time has arrived
clear your lungs
sound nature’s alarm
sound nature’s alarm and make it known
Creatures calling themselves humans
awake
systematically synchronised
plugged into the system
streams flowing as it falls
earth transforms into puddles of mud
‘when will the rain stop’ she asks
‘what rain’ I asked
if you listened carefully
it wasn’t rain
it was droplets falling from the sky
harmoniously
dancing on rooftops
blessing falling on mother earth
her body swollen with water

for you
for me
for us
and them

A Story about a Girl

I have to tell a story
About a girl who had no glory

Outspoken yet so broken
Being rude,
Always in a mood

Never had luck with guys
They will take one look at her and realize,
That they want her friend in the dazzling disguise

She felt very unattractive
Yet wanted to be active

Always taking a back seat
Never felt strong enough to take the lead

Wanting no-one to know
The true beauty inside, who wants to burst out and show

She started to analyze and delve
Within herself
Believed that there was something within her,
She just needed to stir

She became beautiful and bold
She discovered gold

Humble and kind
With an open and wise mind

She realized the fight was never external
It was always internal

She is now happy and content with her beautiful soul
She has reached her utmost goal
Her inner beauty is what makes her glow
Yes from insecure to bold she did grow
The way she sway her hips when she walks
The kind words she says when she talks
Her heart filled with love, compassion and integrity
This is her serendipity

What is God?

God is Air.

God is in the atoms of the elements
that rustle the leaves of a sycamore tree.

God is Breath.

God is the deep calm we inhale
to steady the breathlessness
Grief and Anger
hit us with.

God is Being.

God is You and Me.
God is Everything.
God is Anything.

God is what God is.

The Independent Woman

I’m listening to the radio, playing a love song
Suddenly for love I long

I have a house and a car
But this does not make me happy by far

I worked hard for what I have today
But believe you me; there is a price to pay

When I go home and turn the key
No-one is there waiting for me

No-one to hold my hand
No-one to understand
No-one with whom to talk
No-one with whom to walk
No-one to be there
No- one to care
No-one to make you smile
Even just for a while

Sometimes I think it’s a curse
Or something way worst

To be a woman who is sorted and needs nothing
But in actual fact is in need of everything

Especially someone to warm the bed
Why use a blanket instead?

No-one to hold my hand
No-one to understand
No-one with whom to talk
No-one with whom to walk
No-one to be there
No- one to care
No-one to make you smile
Even just for a while

I will exchange it in a heartbeat
In order to feel the heat

For someone to love you so
And who never wants to let you go

BEING OLD

When you are born
People celebrate the birth of a new innocent soul
People are overwhelmed
By happiness, love and laughter

With hopes hanging high like white clouds in the blue skies
With expectations standing tall like sky-scrapers and
Longing for the far Future to come nearer…

Tick tack tick tack
Tick tack tick tack…

Until it comes
When time allows you to be old
Until it comes
When experience allows you to know…

Its painful…
How people look at you with disgust
How people look at you as if you don’t exist
How people look at you and feel like you are too needy

When all you need is Love
When all you need is care
When all you need is support

Its painful…
How when you have have become a child again
But a child of no innocent soul anymore

A child who’s nothing but a mere burden
A child who’s nothing but a distraction
A child who’s anything but a time delaying tactic in LIFE

Its painful…
How when time and experience has broken down ur strength
How when being Old has cut short your knowing hands
How when being Old has held your magic feet captive
How when being old has dried the wisdom in your mouth
How when being old has deprived you of your educated eyes
How when being old has stolen your careful ears

Its painful because people think you are too much

When all you need is love
When all you need is care
When all you need is support…

When you are old and have become a child again
That’s what people really take you for; a ‘mere’ child
But I can’t think of why they fail to afford you what really a child needs

Because all you need is love,
Because all you need is care
Because alll you need is support

And that’s all.

life of greatness

He saved a pupil soiled and earmarked with the blood of innocence
With his return cries of freedom were sung from shallow graves
As a formidable contender against prejudice he was undeterred by his limitations
The bearer of a nation founded on prejudice displayed a grandeurs nature
Tata Mandela, a fabric to which a whole land was cultivated and sown back together
A warrior who portrayed divine providence and liberated pupils after years of incarceration
As the rainbow that shown light into a dark nation he was flawless in his ways but unique in his take
Through his charismatic leadership he brought peace, liberated minds imprisoned for centuries and created a safe refuge for the displaced
Those who passed but never forgotten were praised with prose from a man who understood their sacrifice
Many words of endearment have been used to speak of his bravery but none of which fully encompassed his greatness
A leader who’s charismatic ways were admired by many worlds over
His courage and ability to forgive his perpetrators was like none other
He refused to let his past experiences cloud his vision for a united nation
On to the future he statuously marched with his magical aura and unique shirts
He embarked on a long walk to freedom filled with sacrifices and bittersweet moments
He coined historic phrases of wisdom that have inspired enemies to mend fences
He softened the hearts of those who only knew to hate thy neighbours
He influenced the desire to forgive in the hearts of victims who only knew decades of injustice
He exhumed elements of a saint but man he remained
With a defiant spirit he negotiated an end to a lifetime of structural indifference and hardship against people of colour
In his mind’s eye all man were born equal and none was inherently hateful
There was a magnificence about him that stood the test of time until his death bed
He remained constant throughout his life through a display of common humanity

on my way home

Through miles and lies,,
could see the holes of your heart,
could write those words in my bitter lips,
no less nor clear than the fear in your turbid eyes!
Falling off with the droplets of faith,’
‘had to take that long walk down the boulevard of ,
death and broken dreams,
With sincere greetings and mere…temptations
sleeping with inconsolable emotions’
Stories of my aunt who cacled with with hyneas’..
a hym rather, a chant from my mother’s funeral,
shame she wailed to her grave..
‘could blame my father who drank all his trove..
pity he never had love for his soul,
‘But,could thank time that tempered with such regrets..
refuged my inadequacies and ,
and sent condolencies for my heartbreaks

How can the world turn so bad at the end of the day.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside though the window
I take a careful look
To how the wonderful world
In its sleeping beauty is silent
With the orange dawn promising another day to live

In the morning early
When the shinning stars of the night
Have fallen down upon us
Outside through the window
I pay a critical look

Up in the beautiful high sky
Dancing and singing, the birds
For a day has dawned
Trees camouflaged in green,
Marching sideways like a given command.
Tips of the green-
Grass sparkling of joy and
Flowers flashing their happiness in the colours of the rainbow
Butterflies wondering in the air and demonstrating free will.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside through the window
I gaze and gaze
When the world is still innocent and
Full of promises

Outside through the window I look, every morning and the same question keeps popping; how can the world turn so bad at the end of the day?

Sense

Flick! Flick! Whoosh…warmth…lingers.
A tall, pointed haze; mesmerising blaze.

Middle between ring and index between middle and index embrace a crisp white cylinder of solace.

Offered up this container of slow, painful death gripped by the lips is prone.
The subtle orange glow drifts toward
the awaiting column.

Dry cries of consumed matter
dissolve…inhale…….the red eye winks at the night….exhale.

An all-consuming cloud floods the air,
throat caught up in a sultry tingle:
the process freezing time to a slow crawl…
this toxic atmosphere a vacuum aside from the buzz of activity.
An oasis.

I imagine it to feel this way; the lungs’ pain is the mind’s retreat.

Inhale..swirl…exhale. Repeat.