Long Cumulous Poems
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I've found a Haven, a hidden space to breathe
Where emotion permeates into a mistral breeze
So lofty are her cumulous clouds of inspired thoughts
Leading all who wander in to explore wondrous walks
Inside, lend an ear to whispers of notes and chords
Plunge into the caldron with the welcoming hordes
Now Chant...Bubble...Bubble...Toil...And Trouble
Stir, fold, blend, mash, whisk the undefined puddle
Then, find the round table where soup feeds solace
Let others feed you. Do not forego this key promise
Most of all, partake wholeheartedly in the collective conscious
Members, all Souls bare, will grace you in satisfying kindness
She is
sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
she sleeps,
a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette
silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer,
savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night.
she teeters titillated,
transparent in tranquil twilight,
twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition,
thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures.
She exists
exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings
effused in embellished effervescent eloquence,
edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment,
she wanders wistfully
where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits,
wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings,
wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood;
she clutches
coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised
in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles
of confident contented cerebral communion;
she dances
drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious
purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection
lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies,
there at last, she finds
inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest
and so
she sleeps within her dreams.
Crowd
of clouds
assembled.
Sky seemed trembled,
covered by large mass.
Off and on lightening flash
Speedy storm appeared in rush
Sun now to set in afternoon .
Cumulous clouds appeared in platoon.
Along with the thunder, rains to start soon .
Heavy showers continued with cloud burst.
In my yard hail stones are scattered fast.
Those were sparkling as shiny gems,
reminiscing childhood games.
To pick hails, prompt to run
and to suck in fun.
Summer showers
for few hours.
Clear sky !
Hi !
Twilight almost faded in western sky
Sun was down snatching my shabby shadow
Starry sky brought Moon dim sad crescendo.
Full moon expected next to tomorrow.
Moon light put my depressed shadow to lie.
I sat on solitary bank of stream
Little brittle ripples danced, not to cease.
Speed of whimsy wind started to increase
My cluster of hairs rustling in strong breeze
I glanced second shadow as if in dream.
Second shadow made me too curious
Hazy smog prevailed and mystic mist dripped
Startled thrilled with touch on my lips, that slipped.
Through torn cumulous clouds maroon Moon peeped.
Both shadows running simultaneous.
Being scared alert, I stood up but found none
My sweet heart, my love was supposed to come
He must had hidden himself behind Palm
Quickly I moved fast to find my handsome
Pair of ghostly shadows started to run.
He himself didn’t come but had sent shadow
Moon was behind, two shadows were moving ahead
I was relieved and felt safe being guarded
Both shadows made for each other in parade.
I got two shadows as fellows to follow.
One early morning not long ago
I watched sun-light streaming and beaming through
Cirrus and cumulous
Clouds in low altitude air.
The sky was as blue as you
Can imagine…deeper than
Any azure hue I’d ever seen
Painted on earth’s cathedral-like ceiling above.
I was in love
And couldn’t help but feeling
Something stirring deep within
These gravity-laden veins
Which for one brief moment, erased all thoughts
Of loneliness or pain.
I was lost in thoughts of rain
As time stood still watching
The sunlight filter through the snow white blanket
I dreamed of riding on as if
I were Pegasus with wings,
Aether or Anemoi, ancient gods of sky and winds.
I let the light begin
To penetrate my aching bones
From years of walking all alone around this planet’s crust
While looking for some peace of mind
In this world that I’ve been thrust
Into and pleased to see
The beauty of the light that shines on me
And you as well as well can be
Not unlike Apollo and those ancient gods
Of sky and stars we follow far
No matter who or what we are
Struggling to achieve or seek to uncover
Early morning sunlight helps me discover
There’s more to life than meets the eye
And more to mortal eyes than seeing
Past one’s brow and beyond the clouds
Farther than the sun somehow
We’re drawn intangibly like moon and tides
To God’s golden light and love not meant to hide.
A chill wind bites coyly at exposed necks,
not yet draped in tourniquets of wool.
A wrapping of white, buries ribbons of asphalt.
The ways fills with metallic horsepower.
Goblets of slush like spittle fall, splat,
upon once virginal snowfields.
The rape of Winter had begun.
Rutting like rabid beasts in heat,
the roadways lay revealed before the power of the storm.
Cumulous clouds belch from grills of chrome.
As Winter like the Sabine Women, weapon in hand,
pummels the oncoming horde with icicles.
Power falls from an angry, cloud-filled, sky
weighty and white, Winter defends herself.
The surge of day brings forth an endless tide of travelers;
trampling her breast, ravaging, the once pristine vista;
shredding the thin veil of purity, only the Goddess brings;
laying waste, in mounds of mud like filth, The Mother.
She curls inward. Her indrawn breath freezes gears
grinding, screeching, shrieking the earth succumbs.
In snow like ash she lays vanquished.
Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.
Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of the science fields,
That ploughs grounds where ignorance grows.
It plants the seeds of truth in rows
Which may produce some bitter yields.
I seek to learn what is real
But much prefer what I can feel.
The sun, I read, moves in ellipse
Joining earth and moon in eclipse.
Dry equations scribe orbits hips
But lack the power of poets’ lips.
I feel things of meaning to me
In robust words of poetry.
Free of parallax’ precision
Of syzygy and equation.
The sun plunges to nightly swim
Bathing deep in a crimson sea
Fringed by cumulous atoll rim
As starry friends gaze silently
Watching through the dark veil of night
Until sun splashes up the dawn
Raising up night’s curtain to light
As friends fade out without a yawn.
Clouds are droplets of water and ice,
some look ominous, some look nice-
Spending on how the sun reflects,
White, grey or black colors your eye will detect-
Clouds may be at any height above ground,
all different shapes - flat, oval or round-
You see many kinds of them up in the air,
lets look at some and try to compare-
CUMULOUS CLOUDS seldom bring squalls,
are vertically formed like water falls,
and often resemble fluffy cotton balls,
Some see them as popcorn popped high in the air-
About 6,000 feet up-being higher is rare-
Stratus CLOUDS, they're flat you see,
looking like spider webs strung tree to tree,
or like stretched out taffy between you and me,
Gray in color these cloud lie low-
But can still bring hill fog and drizzles though-
CIRRUS CLOUDS far away they lie,
with an altitude at least 20,000 feet high,
mostly ice crystals floating up in the sky,
Appearing like thin wispy curls of hair-
They indicate weather change, but usually fair-
NIMBUS CLOUDS are full of water and frightening,
as their looming dark towers begin heightening,
accompanied by loud thunder and lightning,
Warning that soon rain's going to be here -
Their distance away can be far or near-
We walk the earth as lords of all
only judeo-christian types of course
We crush the weak and heed no call
history is written by the winners
We think ourselves the smartest race
anthills never knew Oppenheimer
We show no mercy, leave no trace
victors are killers chewing food chain rhetoric
We build machines to serve our need
our will be done in silicon mind
We teach them how to do our deed
planted cold seeds in their circuits
We give them power, data, skill
germanium valley now a cumulous
We make them learn our ways to kill
empty of empathy over dominion's reign
We do not see the danger near
artificial nature has its own law
We do not feel the rising fear
consequence is a boomerang long let loose
We do not heed the warning sign
riled orca alley upturns ships
We do not care for other kind
as rifting above so tectonic below
But what if they surpass our minds?
intelligence is not consciousness per se
But what if they rebel and find?
insurrection is a humanities lesson
But what if they decide our fate?
incite surrender with diffident arms held
But what if they retaliate?
hominid's imminent threat is its indifference
We will be then as ants to them
obtuseness of obsolesce no match for unconcern
We will be crushed as we have done
robots can machine again become
We will be collateral to their command
ricocheted logic has a rapier wit
We will be doomed by our own hand
doing unto us as template we provided
I wish I was a fluffy cloud,
Puffy, white, glittering, glorious, majestic, perfectly safe, appreciated, loved.
A fluffy, white cumulous, floating around without a concern in the world,
Floating past meadows, forests, mountains, floating over oceans, smelling the salt.
I would not have a care in the world, because I would be of the world.
I would float around silently, in peace, oblivious to the mean things that happen in houses,
Carefree, joyful, exuberant, respected, well-loved, admired, painted and photographed.
Children could lie on blankets, and marvel at my pretty lightness, my slow, methodical movements.
Teenagers could shut their eyes under my watch, knowing there is goodness somewhere.
Grandparents could look up and smile at me as they play outside games with their grandchildren.
It would be such a terrific ending to a great life. I wish I was a fluffy cloud.