Long Clouds Poems
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I look down from clouds, in a plane I sit,
And I stare at cotton, which is softly lit.
A warm glow oozes through, on the comforting hills,
With reds and yellows, my eyes it fills.
The clouds begin, and drift to the side,
To reveal the light, where the clouds once lied.
The sun breaks through, the cotton filled skies,
And reveals below, an island that lies.
A cream yellow island, in a turquoise filled ocean,
As I drift on by, a metal plane in motion.
We arrive at an island, with sands soft as clouds,
With grand, green trees, An island it enshrouds.
To look at horizons, where the sky meets the ocean,
Brings amazement, and love, overwhelming emotion.
A sea of blues, and turquoise with gold,
As the sun will sparkle, on reflections of old.
A crystal clear water, as warm as a bath,
As sting rays glide by, on their watery path.
The sun begins, to roll out of of the cloud,
And begin the show, it performs so proud.
The sea and the sky, once connected by blue,
Split into colours, with a mesmerising view.
With scarlet reds, and oranges so bright,
As the sun sinks to the sea, and into the night.
The moon then appears, with silvers and white,
That cast out the golds, in the blue of the night.
The sea and sky, will merge once more,
As silvering shimmers, light up the floor.
The whispering of trees, that carry in the breeze,
Will fill our ears, with an exotic wheeze.
As we look to the skies, and passing moonlight,
A sea of diamonds, together will unite.
They twinkle and dance, through swirling sky,
In deep blue and purple, my eyes will lie.
A paradise I’m in, when I close my eyes,
To dream of my flight, through them cotton filled skies.
Empty minds, stay, walk in lines.
Should you break the cycle, killed by eyes.
By a stare so deadly, it covers lies.
So if you’re ready, please, proceed,
as there’s no time.
Rush to fall in order.
For if you graze the border,
death by sighs.
For the signs, of a normal I,
lay in bed with the sins of fire.
And I make love engulfed in flames,
I touch her skin, despite my rage,
despite my pain, there’s death in change,
as we are all actors and God our stage.
As we bow and head to cage,
within me, something strange.
For as all soldiers stomp and the ground then shakes, my feet rebel and run.
My end.
For I am chased by ghosts,
I am broken and flawed,
I am the odd and the crazy,
the sinner and the lazy.
I, hunted by the force that made me.
I’m not running.
For as the storm approaches fast,
and the clouds they stall my path,
I walk in darkness and breathe at last.
I breathe, before the warriors cut me down, with words sharp as shattered glass.
Though I fall now, my smile’s wide,
For before I died, I know I tried.
I know I lived, as everyone came to feed the beast,
For as he feasts, they marched on beat,
faceless, tired and accepted defeat,
in a world where poetry is dead and art is obsolete.
Where the colors two, as the faces beneath their skin.
Where the mind is heavy and the depth too thin.
Where the lines too straight, and cut too deep.
Where we march in time and the ground too steep.
Where they’re angered, should you speak.
Where I was different.
Where I, lived.
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors." ... Quote by Charles Messina
A flock of doves flying and diving,
only to rise over mountain's crest.
A flash of silver they form, surviving
echoes of rain, as they fly abreast.
Behind, two white doves that fly alone
I wonder why--surely they're not outcast.
They appear as alabaster--Heaven's stone,
Perhaps angelic doves, their purpose vast.
Roused from slumber, zephyr: morning's guest
gently blows raindrops from cloud's face;
as rainbow will soon begin her after-shower quest:
of veiling skies in mists of multi-colored lace.
Toward edge of sky, clouds begin to flow
pause to gaze at sight unlike any others:
Two doves in white, flying, feathers glow
beneath the morning's rainbow colors.
November30, 2022
for "Colors in the Sky Poetry Contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
Ascending above sanctum of horizon, a dawn inflames the effulgent rays,
Enlightening daybreak as embers of light set the scarlet morning ablaze
Projecting golden beams on hushed venues, in beatific style, not seen in a while,
Glittering on grass in vivid dewdrops, glinting ornamental autumnal smile.
Riding the path of shortened days, marigold passions eloquently evoke
Enchanting colors of resplendent meadows--sensuous vibes tenderly stoke
When traversing upon a vibrant blue-arc, solar-noon invokes seasons warm
Where cumulus clouds stroll the meridian, amid nary a sign of rainy storm.
Seeking affinity of ruby dusk, a spectrum inscribes on gilded evening skies
Iridescent emotions in colors of romance, pleasing desires of amorous eyes
As falling leaves waltz, in leisurely dance, attuned to song of sunset breeze
Descending slowly with vanishing sun, in forlorn shudders of barren trees.
October 28, 2019
Poem of the day on October 30, 2019
Placed 3rd: Strand special 2 by Brian Strand
A-bad-don speaks for itself clearly
the war master of chaos to come hides secrets
An inhuman monster created by hate underneath
formed in the bottomless pit of envy
bathed in bitterness his name is a tenfold curse spoiled
laid bare under thousands of years of terror and anguish exposed his venom kind
Destroyer of the world locked in a dark abyss
suffering jealousy under a legion
of depraved demons and fallen angels
mixed with faceless unforgiving pride
blind beggars of the dark side
corrupting flesh to sin
They inhabit the lies told sweet talking arrogance
turning away from truth slowly twisting rights to ignorance
calling up the deceiver of forked tongues shame exists
spitting within disrespectful manners heartless
Disoriented babble rattles to the core condemning faith
spoiled crock tears swearing falsity to be true love's existence
black magic spawns inside poisons brew
From the realm of the dead rotten seed
you hail damned corrupt thief of wasted time
destruction has no shield in your wake to yield
Burning hell's fury is putting good to the sword as bad
loving kindness is declared grave manners against evil doers
when the eyes of man can never be satisfied or pleased
correctly they turn around in an underground abode
filled with lost souls that reeks havoc needing
Until Now
David J Walker
This poem was waiting for
The right paper before
It is said
It is Written
of
Printed plain words
until now
unspoken
Thoughts and hearts in clouds
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust
Until now
Unbroken
On the edge of ether and untried ideas
Of silent sentiments forming the Brokering Reinforcements
Until now
Unavowed nor
Vetted in sentiments of censored compunctions
Flowing in moonlit waterfall forests
Until now
Unnoticed
the Winer is welcomed with inevitable approbation
And essential acclamation while privately negotiating with Spring
Until now
We thought winter might never end
With summers anticipation
Traversing Iceland's National Park, a timeless place, where daylight fills each passing hour
and twilights ever brief. While volcanoes stand by sentinel, amidst dark lava fields.
Amazing geysers so magnificent, vent angry clouds of steam. Our route wlnds through
wild landscapes, laid down by ice and fire. Breathtaking scenes see lustrous skies, change
colour constantly. To marvel as wild reindeer herds migrate, in seeking pastures new.
We rest awhile to take respite beside a waterfall, avoiding midday's heat. And bathe in ice
cool waters crystalline, refreshing tired feet. The time soon comes for us to climb to high
plateaus,where vast glaciers with melting ice, cascade torrents down below. From this
vantage point we sight, the coastal waters where we aim to spend the night. Eventually, we
make our descent, crisscrossing mountain streams, and wend our way carefully, to stroll
through pastures green. Wild ponies graze as we pass by, observing us with watchful eye.
Unbroken and unbowed by man, a force of nature, likens them to this rugged land.
At journey's end we reach the fjord, this tranquil scene gains our accord for
camping wild. Waiting patiently until the midnight hour to take some photographs.
All panoramic landscapes, and taking centre stage this star, still shining bright our sun.
Waking early to the strident sounds of seabirds raucous calls. Our experience seems
so surreal, without the break of dawn. Today our destination will end our brief sojourn.
Eventfully we stand beside where continents divide, Eurasia and North America's
tectonic plates collide.
arctic midnight sun
shows creations finest hour
land of ice and fire
6/ 24/ 2018.
Time to tour the best Christmas-decorated places in town
With a map in hand of all the beautifully lit-up houses to be found
Despite the amount of time to set up and to take down the people have given us a wonderful gift for all of us to enjoy
Whole streets have banded together to create a visual spectrum of flashing lights and creative characters that bring smiles to all the girls and boys
Carollers can be seen going door to door singing songs full of joy
On the rooftops, Santa and his reindeer seem to be in control of the night, ready to deploy
As if like magic the clouds open up sending a burst of snow floating down
Soon the lawns will have a blanket of snow without so much as making a sound
In the living rooms, trees with their colorful attire show off to the people walking by
A large crowd has gathered at the end of the block, jolly old Saint Nick handing out candy canes and looking spry
Christmas may come once a year but joy and happiness need to be spread every day
As you walk by a neighbor who has decorated his place a special thanks should surely come his way
Why not try a little bite of kindness?
When healing words flow as freely
As the rivers flow into the abundant sea.
When the fluffy white clouds in the clear
Blue sky bring sunshine and smiles,
Laughter and joy all of God's creation.***
Why not try a little bite of kindness?
Where tender loving care are gentle
Emotions freely shared. Where people
Say hello and have a nice day. Hoping,
Wishing, and praying for better up and
Coming days. ***
Why not try a little bite of kindness? For
A world Where people are not afraid to
Pray to God Almighty in heaven above.
Sing psalms of praises to His holy
Name! Where heavenly sunshine
Is a way of life for followers of
Jesus Christ!***
Why not try a little bite of kindness? When
People honestly love one another as
Sisters and brothers of the same human
Race! What a wondrous transformation
Would really begin to take place. Where
Words and actions filled with hate,
Are replaced by words of love.
"A time for peace I swear its not too late."***
Why not try a little bite of human kindness?
"To chase away the blindness of the narrow
Minded people" filled with inner pain and
Misery. When there is a rainbow in the
Sky why do they fail to see? Another
Day of God's grace has begun to all
Men, women, boys and girls of this
Blessed day the Lord God has made!***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 23, 2020
I fix on that flickering flame burning from far away.
That always seems to me as though bright stars in an array
This calls me like a mother or father calling their child.
Waving hands with love, joy, trust, hope, and confidence, compiled...
I try to walk towards that flame—that mother, that father.
Nothing that is happening around me seems to bother
Sounds, voices, noises, cries, weeping, wailing, and pain-filled screams
Disturb me, sure, though I try to avoid these as-though dreams...
Quarrels, petty fights, wars, and battles often disturb me.
In such times, it's difficult to see the flame distinctly.
This is when my inner thoughts, words, and deeds get handicapped.
The flame seems, as though, by clouds of darkness are getting wrapped...
I struggle; I struggle to find this flame shining ever
This I could realize in the fraternal endeavour:
In the embrace of each creature, and in love and service
I find the flame—father and mother—and find me at ease...