Dancing In The Summer Rain

The air is still and humid, heavy and warm

movement caused by a mosquito swarm.

For days the sun relentlessly has burned

the stone dry ground, no relief, we learned.

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The smell of basil, lavender and thyme

fills the air in summertime.

And still the heat, it is a strain

we all are waiting for the rain.

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In the evening there’s a gush of wind

the humidity has slowly thinned.

The light blue sky is getting gray

like lead the clouds clench up and stray.

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And very slowly the wind blows more

it closes windows and the door.

And then, with joy, and with no grief

the first drop falls down, it’s a relief.

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The raindrops soon dance on the ground

on windows and roofs, we like the sound.

For days and weeks we wanted to hear

the desiderated rain – now it is here.

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The air still warm and I’m invited

to go outside I’m so excited.

It’s like feeling nature on my skin

going outside with a wide grin.

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I catch the drops and feel cooled down

instead of cream, the earth is brown

the grass stands up, and so do plants

when I whirl and spin my summer dance.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, July 2017)

 

 

 

 

Dangerous Shadow – A Riddle

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He is strong and he is fast

when he strikes, no prey to last.

He hunts in darkness quite with ease

not on the ground but also in trees

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When he’s hungry, in greatest shape

he kills the monkey and the ape.

On the ground he hunts boar and deer

birds and reptiles live in fear.

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He’s fast as lighting and still is proud

a soft footed hunter who’s never loud.

He lives alone most of his life

two of them end up in strife.

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He’s beautiful but very rare

he’s shy and carries unique hair.

His fur was coveted long ago

he’s almost gone from what we know.

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He can get three feet without the tail

to watch and hunt him ends in fail.

His teeth and claws do make him climb

and hide in trees for quite some time.

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Strong he is, blends in and linked

soon enough he’ll be extinct.

He has been hunted, hauled and stalled…

Clouded leopard is he called.

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2017)

 

Picture courtesy of: Charles Barilleaux from Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America – Wet Behind the Ears, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=27166299

Poetry Reading – “Let Your Soul Fly Free To Heaven”

November 7, 2016, in a phase of deepest sadness and depression, I wrote and published a poem, “Let Your Soul Fly Free To Heaven”.

Until this day I’m very much convinced that this is probably the rhythmically best poem I ever wrote, and even though, its theme is heartbreak and sadness, I’m still proud of it. That’s why I submitted this poem to the Poetry Festival Page and had it read by a professional actor.

Today I was informed that the poetry reading had been published on their Website. I immediately clicked the link and found it, together with some information about myself.

“Let Your Soul Fry Free To Heaven” is performed by actress Becky Shrimpton and she does a fabulous job. Thank you very much, Becky! And thank you to “Wildsound Fest” who published it on their YouTube channel.

 

Watch it on the Poetry Festival Website:

Poetry Reading: Let Your Soul Fly Free to Heaven, by Aurora Jean Alexander

 

Or on YouTube:

 

 

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An Elegant Gentleman – A Riddle

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He’s an elegant fella, with a great fashion sense,

he wears timeless colors with pride, never tense.

White is his shirt, and there on his back

he carries a tailcoat in shiniest black.

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Let’s have a look at his elegant wife

they love each other despite their hard life.

They live in a world with no roads and no street

The lady gives life to her brood on her feet.

 

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Their world is so cold, where air freezes breath

everyone going will inevitably meet death.

And still, they found a way to survive

give birth and feed, walk, slide, swim and dive.

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Their existence is hard and is constant danger

and to us it couldn’t be any stranger.

But to them, it’s normal, to walk, slide and try

to survive by swimming because they can’t fly.

 

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Six different ones are living on ice

the same hard life in misery, not nice.

And still our fella is happy in his elegant dress

He’s a penguin – right. Did you guess?

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2017)

 

 

Nature’s Playful Colors

It’s a beautiful time, it’s spring, it’s May

Warm wind has blown the clouds away.

Mother Nature shows her gift

the word to paint, the moods to lift.

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Her meadows and heathens, oh we are keen

seeing them radiate in healthiest green;

sometimes we see, like their lilac head cower

the delicate bloom of a cuckoo-flower.

 

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Nature reflects the sunbeam’s mellow

by coloring the daffodil in most luscious yellow.

Tulips are blooming in pink, red and white

in sunshine, and purple it’s a beautiful sight!

 

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The pink and white lyre-flower catches our eye

Forget-me-not and lilies-of-the-valley seem to bloom shy.

The strong red of the corn poppy, it seems to sing

while there are so many colors of peony dancing the swing.

**

 

Nature provides us with the most beautiful range

of colors to enjoy, to impress, to accept, but not change.

It’s spring time, energy, happiness, vivid life and a smile

given by nature, with talent, with grace, and most, with style.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2017)

 

The Little Show Off – A Riddle

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Small and chatty and hunts at dawn

quick and fast, shows up and is gone.

He wants to be a predator and as well a wiz

but more a creep and fake, that’s what he is.

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All kinds of sorts do exist in our – and animals world

a mouse one, a fire-one, the fur straight or curled;

a back stripe one, and as well one with naked feet

up mountains, in the forests and tropics can we greet.

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We can find him anywhere we might go

in grass, at waters, and up hills is where they grow.

He’s got teeth, but don’t mean danger

he might look familiar and still be stranger.

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He might be related to the mink,

but no reason for pride, it’s no close link.

He’s got a tail – he thinks it’s long

but don’t get fooled, he’s very wrong.

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When we see one don’t be sad or shy

in case he resembles some familiar guy.

I know a man and I didn’t sniff diesel

who’s just like our animal today – a weasel.

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*****

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(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, April 2017)

 

 

My Perfect Moment

The sky is black, night doesn’t cease

silence is surrounding me with peace.

A few rare minutes without noise or fight

before the new day dispels the night.

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One second blackness is complete

the next a shade of light’s to greet.

A lonely voice of one timid song

moves with the darkness all along.

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A redstar’s voice it makes me smile

a swallow, a thrush and a robin add to the pile

of wonderful voices, a choir of delight

and the blackbird’s song is the end of the night.

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The black of the night, turns in a very dark blue

it gets lighter and brighter without much ado.

It’s only a moment I’ve got to greet this new day

before the noise, yells, cars, the usual way.

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But these moments are precious, a nature’s rare gift

when my darkness  withdraws into daylight to shift.

A new day, a new light, a new start, a new chance.

This is the  one, perfect moment of romance.

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, March 2017)

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