It was one of those days, oh it was!
When the clouds had decided to escape from sun's claws.
And loomed over the city in a cloak of grey,
Letting escape rare streaks of ray.
Time had all but stopped, waiting with baited breath,
For the rain to come pouring down in a heavy sheath.
Children stopped playing; birds nestled deeper in their nests,
While the clouds gathered over horizon for their quests.
The winds decided to play along picking up speed,
Making the trees bow down in heed.
Finally the sun won this long battle of will,
Breaking through the bondage in a quest of kill.
Breeze sighed through the lands one last time,
Before the afternoon broke through, sweet and sublime.
"The man in the elevator,"
was dressed like a headwaiter.
The music playing was not soft but really loud,
he grabbed me like a fluffy cloud.
We danced then he bowed,
with a smile looking so proud.
I said nice cologne,
he replied I am wearing my favorite mustard ~ Dijon.
Partly cloudy says the weather man.
A rarity that clouds are seen out in the desert's sky.
Rain is hardly ever present on this dry sandy land.
Tumble weed flourishes.
Lizards survive the hot sun.
You will need to bring your own water.
Clouds like to play peek a boo,
Looking white with some gray,
Owning the sky a couple of days a year.
Under the clouds the land is a few,
Degrees cooler.
Yellow cactus will smile.
Hi mister look this way
I'm a guy down on his luck
Sure could use a lift
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
He is like a deadly disease bringing despair.
He won't take the hint, he isn't wanted anywhere.
He is like a dark cloud, polluting the air.
Yet he insists on showing up unannounced everywhere.
His sense of self importance is baffling considering he has accomplished so little in life.
Most people find him insufferable, even his own sweet wife.
He boasts of grandiose dreams of wealth and fame.
He is clueless to the fact that no one gives 2 shizits about his crappy game.
He will keep talking and talking, even when no one will listen.
Unaware he is a waste of space and a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
He is condescending to others but being called out gets him frustrated.
He wears a stupid hat too small for his big ugly head
and always looks angry and constipated.
He is easily upset when his ideas are ignored or dismissed.
He hates being in group settings where his butt is not being kissed.
When people aren't admiring him, he will throw a pity party and wallow.
It's a shame that 51 years ago, his mama didn't swallow.
Cloud ballets and lunar rings,
Waltz of weightless symphonies.
Cobalt blue sky with slippers
Tiptoes through my reveries.
Twirl above my morning sighs,
And noon's slow blinking eyes
Soften my evening stare,
As night begins to thread the air.
Silver sickle in the darkness
With it's fickle, quiet starkness
Slices through my drifting thoughts
And loosens my beating lantern's knots.
One couple of days, cloudless sky cried for streams to drink;
The birds couldn’t fly till they soared to the brink.
Meanwhile, sleep fled my bed—and within my dream,
I was speechless; the words I spoke filled a stream.
When I awoke, I snored for a long while;
When rain had ceased, I walked in heavy rains a mile.
Then a friend shouted my name he never knew—
In the cloudless sky, the cloud turned blue.
pink carnations ~ ~ cloud drifting
visage in the redolence of autumn
unpretentious goosebumps
countenance of this old lady, pretty cool
calculating glory in seemingly little things
sampling of gifts ~~ ultra mysterious
everlasting gobstoppers, multi-layered*
showstoppers, glory after glory
ever growing, ever glowing S U N R E S T
the Artist never stops creating bliss and joy
ultrasensory H A P P I N E S S
carnations that remind me of my mother
God winks in this parking space
before the arctic air ~ fresh air scented
gifting reminds me of my God
my God, my God ~ His name
is written everywhere
cloud drifting ~ my mind afloat
my inner smile with reticent grief
zephyr-peace of gladness
opalescent paradise
dark clouds form
sun lit raindrops fall
rainbow waits
Inside a cloud the lining shines with hope,
on paths that slip and slope, we grip on tight
to rope made from our inner strength to cope,
we always find a way in life to fight.
The road to happiness is felt within,
as soon as we begin to realize,
the win exists inside a smile or grin,
as letting go is worth the compromise.
The stresses and the strains will fade away,
good attitude today can change tomorrow,
allay your fear, removing all the grey,
alleviating grief and painful sorrow.
With positivity you’ll lead instead,
when little problems build inside your head.
You look like a Viking
Or like a Greek god
Not my usual type
It’s actually kind of odd
You’re masculine and kind
Like yin and yang combined
Sound body, sound mind
Just a man so refined
You have a sweet smile
And a great sense of style
Gonna think about it awhile
As I melt into this pile
And when I hear you speak
Of course it makes me weak
I follow the sound of your voice
Now there’s redness in my cheeks
I block out the noise
And I try to stay poised
But I crash and burn
When will I learn?
You’re crafted like a work of art
An inspiration from the start
Whenever you’re near or we’re apart
Thoughts of you whisper to my heart
I want to tell you how I feel
But you’re not mine for me to steal
Your heart belongs to someone else
You’re under another lover’s spell
There’s nothing I can do but pout
She’s a lucky girl without a doubt
I can’t ever say these thoughts aloud
So I’ll just lay here dreaming on my cloud
if
love
be
this
white cloud
rose
that
open
and
close
i
shall
cleave
thy
heart
for
thee
this
white
cloud rose
a drifting soft cloud
melts into wispy vapors
absorbing the sky
floating in the vast blue as
cotton candy floating by
soaring happily
over the hilly mountain
inhaling the sweet
fragrant mountain ebony
moving to its destiny
the cloud glides afar
wandering above forests
heaving a deep sigh
moving away to the stars
greeting the wide horizon
Placed third
29th August,2025
Tanka Triptych Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
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