Let me lie down for a while
To watch the clouds formless wags
Their silver linings in the sky
Can’t be corroded by the rains
Intangible, ephemeral
That silver shines too bright
To last for longer, on the roll
Of the wild winds I might
Feel for a minute, maybe two
Or three, if I continue
To watch the sky in search of you
Although I live within you.
Mare's tales aloft, I'm feelin' soft
Feelin' as wispy as what's blowin' cross
They come and they go, like all of these states
This will blow over if I will just wait
Poet’s notes: this poem was written for this week’s poetry challenge: Write a poem with exactly seven lines.)
water rises in the clear bowl, a small cosmos gathering itself.
bubbles bloom like breath returning to a long-quiet body.
copper and blue tiles hold the warmth of forgotten mornings.
on the sill, bottles keep vigil — lotions, perfumes, small reliquaries of touch.
the faucet’s flow feels ancient, a quiet force older than ache.
the sky beyond the glass window moves in pale currents, clouds drifting close to the sill,
and I lean into the moment, letting the water’s rise settle something unnamed.
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.
Pretty bright sunny day with birds singing,
turned stormy with big dark clouds,
AN OUNCE OF TEARS came out.
Cloud Haiku
the billowing clouds
omen of coming thunder storms
fill the air with dread
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When scattered gray clouds getting warm, rain;
A wooden veena, resting on a lady’s lap, comes alive;
And mesmerized by her beauty, plays inspired notes.
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Some scattered gray clouds
Getting warm in morning sun,
Sprout dark roots and rain.
A wooden veena
Resting on a lady’s lap,
Comes alive with joy.
She, harp of all harps,
Inclined on her pair of breasts,
What inspired notes plays!
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Musings | 27.08.2026 | clouds, joy, music, rain, Haiku
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
cloud covered sun
heavy dew's sparkle quite subtle....
heavily falls quiet
as the sun peaks through
hope lifts a broken spirit
I am the Lord thy God,
the invisible man living way up in the clouds,
watching every move you make, alone or mixed in crowds.
I see everything you do, every minute, every day,
and I’ve written ten commandments that you must obey.
And if any of my commandments you decide you won’t pursue,
I’ve built a special little place reserved especially for you.
A furnace full of fire, brimstone stacked to the sky,
torture tuned to maximum for when you disobey or lie.
You’ll spend eternity down there, in agony and misery…
But remember —
through all the pain, the flames, the suffering eternally?
I still love all of you, unconditionally.
When we're born and we see for the very first time
Our parents amidst glee and the hoping that life's fine
We edge into our days fortunate to meld into years
Our parents amidst glee and their hoping for no tears
As we travel life's road yes unknown forks from day one
Our parents amidst thee but knowing it's not all to be fun
Amidst our years of growing we become wise to our surrounds
Our parents amidst thee when in life it sometimes runs aground
It's when our stormy shores tell us of the people we're losing
Our parents amidst thee to no comprehend to life's choosing
When that day arrives and with whom we've grown we've now lost
Our parents amidst thee to meld when life's becomes, exhaust.
Whenever I sat down
in front of the store,
my mind would go
elsewhere. Huge
clouds surrounding
and lifting me up
where the airplanes
and birds meet.
Over my shoulder,
I hear my mom calling
out to me, "Hija"
translated to English
"My daughter"
then I saw more
voices within the same
clouds that took
me far away from
my corner. Past
teachers yelling
to pay attention.
Former friends fading
into mist after graduation.
All the clients flashing
like car lights mixed
with blue and white.
My head as a potted
plant, too big to sprout,
as the roots tangle
deep in my thoughts.
My surroundings trans-
lucent and opaque,
frivolous to its desires.
The more my vision
became impaired,
I began to see clearly.
No distractions,
No contemplations,
No over analyzations,
just the wind's
gaze blowing
in my direction
...
Scattered in a thousand clouds
The grey sky hangs low
What’s the scoop they talk about
I don’t want to know
Off I go to buy some food
Shop’s across the street
Their ready-mades are good
And the wine is neat
May the rich relax and sip
Their brut champagne
May the poor people sleep
In the pouring rain
Take it as it comes they say
But the wind blows cold
Colder than the other day
When I tried to call
Heard the sound of the bell
Ringing in my ears
You might feeling not too well
After all these years.
Smoked gauze drifts across
the burnished face of the moon
revealed & concealed
.................................KITE
up high
in the sky
with a trailing tail
floating without a care
in between the cotton clouds
"my dad's gift to me as a child"
(Podium 1st in Joseph May’s Clarity Pyramid Poem)
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