Long Cumuli Poems

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Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like isles or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To spawn in fecund niche a vine or tree

Midday and all...

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Cumuli
October 24, 2013 at 12:56pm

The contents of my head empty into my stomach
Where nonsense meets yesterday’s frozen Styrofoam spinach cheese pesto ravioli dinner
And a mix of fake pepperoni pizza from lunch
 
Chocolate topped pink and...

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The sun spoke not a word to me,
its voice enshrouded by arrays
of ever thick'ning cumuli,
though silent too their whites and grays.

Peculiar not was such a sky,
save what I saw within its flow:
a solitary Nevermore--
the very...

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The wheat waved ...

Manic metronomes en masse
Steadily ticking off unsteady time
Feathery fingers coaxing the cumuli eastward
Away from the tangerine-tinted reach

He waded slowly through the sepia grasses
Palms-down to tickle the tops
Dusk approached like a sword -...

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Alas, in the entirety of my composition I see, I feel, now, a part missing whose shape is strange, a form which nothing, without and within, might fill;  

It is you, My Dear, whoever,...

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Driving on blacktop, eyes lighting my way.
A big bright ball follows, alongside the freeway.

He’s bouncing along nonchalantly without a care.
I tried to outrun him but, he is still there!
 
The huge luminous ball suddenly disappears!
Sinister...

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Winter has vanished and spring has appeared
Leaving the harshness that once persevered.
The snows ice and sleet that stifled our way
Have all disappeared till some far off day.
Robins are building their nests in the trees
The springtime...

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The Tenth month

What is there to say about 
about a perfect day, the first of October
when the sun is infused with silver

A few cumuli look like a bride's belt
a sky that has pale blueness  
bathed in the...

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The seemingly moving white cumuli  
Above me drifting aimlessly away  
Like youthful fantasies: old passerby’s  
With muted roles in an unscripted play;  
Foregone dreams with only one performance  
Like yesterdays...

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 Neon skies reflected in God’s palette;
the Divine Artist’s canvas speaks
and I am enamored of its stories.
Jewels of nature painted in colors
of sapphire blue,
emerald green,
ruby red,
carnelian orange,
citrine yellow,
amethyst purples
and lavender-pink stripes,
with periwinkle dots upon the...

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Unusual October  
What can I say about a perfect day in October?
a mild sun that appears to be fused with silver.
A few cumuli, looking like a bride’s belt,
and the sky has a blueness that...

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If clouds were ships
then children would fly,
ever higher and higher,
way up in the sky.

There’s cirrus and stratus,
cumulus too, sailing on seas
of periwinkle blue,
their sails wide-billowed be.

If clouds were ships
Pan and friends would fly  
calling...

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I gaze above from my grassy station
While lying on my back, the cumuli
Traversed the sky in noiseless slow-motion.
Great day! I thought while fixed upon the sky.
Then casually a bird flew overhead
And dropped its cargo off...

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