Long Cloudscape Poems

Two orbiting stars round a center of mass
that’s common to both in the scheme
is symbiotic in relationship class
or so goes the titular theme

for many descriptions of R Aquarii,
a twosome of stars which portray
white dwarf and...

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Sauntering in the park ,a man remembered 
this naughty lad, stuck on a wooden bench 
in the middle of carnival hours, yawning…
till the drizzle of rain caught this toddler
alone, while everyone flew off  behind...

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Time goes by
Bringing on droopy eyes
IV been gone a million miles from bead
No soft place to lay my head

Time goes by
I can’t say if I love staying awake
My body rest while my mind counts sheep
Insomnia...

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I stood on the cliff and asked the wafting clouds exultantly,
"You greet me every morn, you watch me through 
My windows and peer through the chinks,
You have been a mystical part of me through 
My...

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May we always have blessed reminders of our loved ones, wherever they may be. 

It is there...
By Michelle Morris
19/12/2022

It is there in the rain
I feel the cool and calm
Coming down from Heaven
Reminding me you're home

It...

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Sunrise in the morning fills the heart with glee,
a new day, a new start for you and for me.
Quote - Poet’s own
To Each Devottee

Sun raised her head in a blaze of glory
Rising from behind a...

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It is the eighth hour of fog,
yet she still paces around the churchyard
without a hat on her blown tresses;
an autumn cloak rustling beneath a gray cloudscape
that somehow, her eyes wander on,
not because she  relishes...

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Ever wonder why,

We look to the sky,

Honoring those who die?

What if clouds you see,

Was their energy,

In Eternity,

Here eternally,

Watching you and me,

Limitless and free.

Patiently waiting,

Anticipating,

Participating.

A Heaven sent,

Sentiment,

It's their intent.

Sharing a moment,

A loving event,

Your spirits connect,

Feeling the...

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Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.

Pumpkins scattered about, all agape,
Some with a lighted candle inside,
Providing...

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Song for the Sky


      I sing of the sky's beauty today.
      Holding our hopes to its
      watchful heart,
  ...

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We are all part of the political landscape,
And from that there is no escape,
Even if on the moonscape.

We do however have the power to change that landscape,
If we do not bow and scrape, 
But instead...

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Greyed cloudscape:
Even the leaves
have, true to their name,
left the Sky.

Readying work is
done.
Flowers, matings, done.

Repairs and preparations,
all made.
The only work remaining
is excuses.  
Exculpations of a worn Self.

Rationalizations
follow realizations 
which have long 
followed idealizations.

Winter is coming
like...

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From its own space  in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.

How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment...

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When rainfall spills on crystal night, 
The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light
Make me slip-slide though I’m alone 
Into  the lanes of cobblestone, 
Allowing free movement  on flight.

How droplets tap while hours...

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Now lies the waterdroplet on the edge
Excess moisture wrung from the foggy air
Droplets that are somehow a reserve hedge
Drops that all the insects, birds, lizzards share

French Tarragon pointed leaves perfect shape
For water to collect travel...

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When sunset bows amidst the hilltops,
My warble coos on fields;
And through the ever- glowing night
This womb of nest I keep,
Where flappers reel like tints of sky
A mix of white and cobalt -blue,
To guide oak trees...

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The cloudscape changes 
and floods excited crowds of sunlight 
on a patch of playful sea, 
turning fat green hills 
into toyful bumping buses. 

The wind turns her back, 
shows me her cold white legs, 
striding...

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The bamboo sways out to the sky
To gently urge me back to quiet rest
Opening the veil of fresh morn's grace
To becalm my heart .where gjastly shadows lie--
Our lyre of affection... fading away
 I sip ...

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