A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
A BLUE SKY DAY
Beautiful blue sky;
Bright sun accomodating:
Enjoy and be glad:-
lover of the storm
faithful to its mate for life
never eats the dead
sharper among birds
eagle reaches altitudes
king of the blue sky
"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???" By Poet
"In the mists of your eyes,"
I found raw passion.
As I talk to you,
you "Burn me with your love poison."
I cannot go on like this,
you are tearing me apart.
I hope one day,
"I will find you beyond the stars."
In a peaceful and loving world,
as we live separately.
Maybe we were not meant to be together,
just sailing on the blue waters.
"Where the sky drifts into the sea,"
where we both can find ourselves.
I will let you go now.
"Leashed to your dusk."
You are the blue sky
Without the white clouds
I am the bird
Flying high above the sky
There are people climbing the mountain
Above the sea
An when they got
All the way to the top
Of the mountain
They glazed up the sky
And they saw me
Now I am tired of flying
So I will lend on earth
Now I am going inside the sea
And I will fish for my food
I am extremely hungry
Also I am going to rest for a while
Before I fly
No matter what people say
I am beautiful
The way God made me
Now the the sun is going down
The end of the day arrived fast
Now I have to fly back
Before it gets dark
I can't see well in the dark
Looking to the sky
I see an image
Coated with huge clouds
Slowly the clouds part
Showing the blueness
In between the clouds
The clouds look like snow
Melting and showing
Some water and snow
The snow melts away
Showing a larger pool
Of the blue water
There's blood on my fresh roast coffee
blood on the sunny Sunday bell
blood on my tricycle wheels
across my blue-sky dreams
and those devilish chem trails.
There's blood on John Lennon sheets
They're poisoning birds and honeybees.
They call us cattle but treat us like sheep.
Their arrogance blocks out our sun.
Sweaty jails swinging wide open for us.
Closed tight for the morally bankrupt.
They are mimicking Saturn's passion.
Munching away the faith of innocence.
Blood-blood-blood flowing everywhere.
It's all of them and always has been.
Demons guzzling our very being, without a care.
My blood pressure kisses the north side of high.
Patience hangs from the south side of down.
I used to traipse the woods to temper the grind.
Now I stay deep inside a cockroach house
a permanent bending of a most tired mind.
Their egos are greasy and fatally stained.
Their arrogance-an incurable disease.
But what they don't understand is
that there's no escaping the crumbling castle
of the chronically damned.
God carved fate into the eternal face of time.
He will gild and elevate the little ones...
A resurrection of a blue-sky lullaby.
searching the sky
for a hint of blue
and a swallow or two
Thoughts behave like patterned clouds
gently waft across a clear blue sky
Poetic verse must forthwith be recorded,
or exit brain and quickly pass you by
The predicament arises
when involved with other tings
Must address the urge to run upstairs,
write down the latest verse, immediately it rings
It's almost like a a burst of diarrhoea
not endured for many years, a hasty urgent caper
Apply the term poetic diarrhoea
the outcome of each is they use up reams of paper
Spiritually a lark symbolizes hope, joy and triumph. It often represents new beginnings and inspiration because of its association with dawn. It is also seen as a divine messenger, a symbol of optimism and encouragement, bringing joy as one expresses one's authentic life.
Lost in a world of technicolored dreams
life begins anew amidst
indigo fantasies of splintering light.
Every first step reframes the journey
of the millionth first attempt.
Flying on the wings of hope
we are beckoned
by the quiet calling,
of a carefree, Celestial lark.
"Come fly with me" whispers, the wing
to the stubborn legs ...
Suddenly we are
all torso and feathers
beneath the Rayleigh scatterings of
a deeply peppered blue sky.
You are the blue sky
Without the white clouds
I am the bird
Flying high above the sky
There are people climbing the mountain
Above the sea
An when they got
All the way to the top
Of the mountain
They glazed up the sky
And they saw me
Blue Sky Thoughts
Morning Beautiful.
How are you today?
I’ve got a million thoughts that I wish to say,
But I can’t judge your feelings because of the smile on your face.
It sends me away to a happy place.
A place where you and I are together.
Would you like to go there now?
Never mind the weather.
We can hide in a cave where nobody will find us.
We can talk about you, and me, and us.
We can get to know each other.
I’d love to discover the secrets you hide,
Inside your beautiful mind.
And if you like we can go for a walk,
Or if you’re tired, we can sit down and talk.
Whatever you wish, we can do it.
So what do you think? Are you interested?
If you are, then send me a sign.
Blow me a kiss. Tap me a high five.
I only see blue skies when I look into your eyes.
So if you like,
If you really want to,
Or if you just fancy...
Do you want to be mine?
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
pretty butterfly
she went high
into the blue sky
with a dragonfly
making me sigh
saying bye-bye
Fall with its limpid deep blue skies
Flamboyant leaves dipped in garish dyes
Place: 1st
Awash in dreams, my childhood swiftly flew.
I looked into her eyes to see if love was true.
I gazed into the sky to see if I could see
across the heavens to boundless infinity.
At once, I saw a vision come into view -
life's every answer is in the color blue.
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