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It hangs in the clouds
peeking between the blue white and gray
holding back the sun in its nimbo-stratus shroud.
The clusters trace a line, puffy, dark and ominous
blending passed the sun and flaunting blue away
with patchy sheets of scorched marshmallow cumulus.
A ray or two of faint sun light
glows bright and brilliant through the gaps
then slips through the oncoming dusk of night.
A gust of wind breathes gentle through the trees
teasing promises of needed satiated droplets
as dry and withered plants fall upon their knees.
August fluctuates unpredictble, cool, warm and hot
as storms boldly threaten but quickly fade
into an ache of humid bodies and grass burned spots.
Come wind, come clouds, come soft needed rain
spring to life the tended flower and vegetable gardens
with signs of life growing in each and every grain.
Release, fall soft and kind upon this earth below
sweet August rain, please come again
return the wonder that we know.
Solitary walk beneath a moonlit night sky.
Sparkling river reflects moonlight as I walk by.
Geese are flying in the clouds so high.
I also see the northern lights in the sky.
Not so solitary anymore, people at the baseball field.
Houses and a church with their lights, I put on an eye shield.
Suddenly a tree appears to look like a person, so I yield.
The street light flickering brighter as the truth was revealed.
Dogs are suddenly barking from houses afar,
As I walk the street viewing glowing islands so far.
Clouds unveiling the night stars, then I see a bright star.
As I continue to smoke and fill my lungs with tar.
Solitary walk beside a moonlit river sparkling forever.
I am listening to music that fills me with fervor.
My heart pacing steadier as I take in the flavor
Of a delicacy of a drink on which I sip and savor.
La Saeta
Dijo una voz popular:
“¿Quién me presta una escalera,
para subir al madero
para quitarle los clavos
a Jesús el Nazareno?”
¡Oh la saeta, el cantar
al Cristo de los gitanos,
siempre con sangre en las manos
siempre por desenclavar!
¡Cantar del pueblo andaluz
que todas las primaveras
anda pidiendo escaleras
para subir a la cruz!
¡Cantar de la tierra mía,
que echa flores
al Jesús de la agonía,
y es la fe de mis mayores!
¡Oh, no eres tú mi cantar!
¡No puedo cantar, ni quiero,
a ese Jesús del madero,
sino al que anduvo en el mar!
The Arrow
Said a popular voice:
“Who can lend me a ladder,
to climb the tree
to remove the nails
to Jesus the Nazarene?”
Oh, the arrow, the singing
to the Christ of the gypsies,
always with blood in the hands
always for taking nails off!
Song of the Andalusian people
that every spring
is asking for ladders
to climb up the cross!
Song of my land,
that throws flowers
to the Jesus of agony,
and it’s the faith of my elders!
Oh, you are not my song!
I can’t sing, nor do I want to,
to that Jesus on the wood,
but to the one who walked in the sea!
Written by: Antonio Machado
My poem will follow soon.
Said a popular voice
Is anyone worthy to remove the nails?
To climb that roughly hewn cross
To touch the bleeding feet and hands
Of Christ Jesus the lovely Galilean
Josephy of Arimathea ask permission
To take Jesus' broken body down
Nicodemus came bringing burial spices
For the body that was stripped bare
So, what Jesus did upon the cross
Can and should never be forgotten
I like to remember the miracles
Like when Jesus restored sight to the blind
His birth was one step when He came from Glory
His life following rules and tradition
Another step of telling the story
His ministry of parables and sermons
His healing of the sick and resurrection of friends
His death by hanging on the cross~the end
Praise to God! The empty tomb was witnessed
He lives again! He was seen carried away in the clouds
What's it feel like to live inside a cloud?
A mist so thick it isolates,
confounds, and consumes you.
There is no up, no down, nor sideways.
You're enshrouded in fog.
Living amidst rolling banks, without sound or sight,
poses the question.
Why would anyone choose to live inside a cloud?
Clouds are surreal; an all-encompassing mist
that promotes a reality tethered to a dream.
Dreams may entice you to live in that fantasy,
and yet, love cannot find you in the clouds.
Evoke the winds of fate to blow away the fog,
and step outside of your delusions.
Sometimes, you need to get your head
out of the clouds, open your eyes,
and have a good look around!
Leave your phone at home, enjoy the sun,
and have fun mingling with live people
with real feelings, and beating hearts;
just like you!
From childhood days I’ve looked and seen
Nothing but the dark ravine, in that abyss I only knew
That I was meant for a life of never-ending blue.
Alone I sit and stare, wondering should I really care
As others view but never see the dark that flows
inside of me. My soul has felt in disrepair the days
go by and my soul lays bare, the storm within,
that screams and cries for the release of ancient ties.
The ties that bind me to this place and time, to people
that may compromise their souls for less than its
full worth, thinking they will have divine rebirth.
No guarantees on life or love, no hope is seen but
darkness in the clouds that linger up above.
Alone in this world, the void so vast it takes
over this life, the grip so tight I cannot fight
the overwhelming need that consumes me to the
point that all I want is to be free.
As the young lioness dreams, she does not see hope for her future. The constitution has made up her life in her past. The lighting will echo over the dissociation of her life. Abode she sees written in the clouds above the sensual land. As she awake she realizes it has all been just a dream.
7/8/2019
The little cloud streaked across the sky
Then it turned sharply,
Soon to pass another one by
And then to disappear completely.
It was a jet stream
And like what happened to Jesus,
What could it mean?
When He disappeared into the cloud
He told all to go and show
With a command so loud
So we would know.
Were they sad that He left them
The cloud darken their hearts?
They'll be with Him, but when?
There'd been so many stops and starts.
Now get the engines fired up!
Streak across the sky!
Receive His grace; drink the cup.
Fly with Him, not asking "Why?"
The "How?" is in peace and joy;
The Holy Spirit mode.
His gifts are ours to employ.
We can fly; it's not a heavy load.
In the end He'll come back again.
In the clouds we'll meet.
Resist all evil and the pain.
With no distancing, we will greet!
"The Kissing Loop"
My eyes close to keep you there
in a dream slow dancing, bow and cello we waltz in air
bending you closer into my body
like this pea soup fog embracing me
I walk quiet streets surrounded
by Mountains of Blue
the fat bellied pregnant clouds deliver
a life that is verdant, that is new
a new day is born
through some kind of Light storm
grey mist in a teacup of a town
I am walking in the clouds
this could be some kind of heaven
high up in my beautiful kingdom
free as a bird gliding silently
down quiet streets besieged by
beguiling story unfurling
in forests of blues lavenders and greens
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
Blue Highway at the Cross Roads
Where time is easy, fresh air to breathe
The record in my mind that plays
over grooves cracked for a thousand and more days
where the kissing loop repeats it’s mission repeats it’s mission
some kind of erudite Sanskrit, like kissing walls Aramaic, another foreign language
but you’ll hear the message if you quiet your mind and your heart listens
Love is in every step taken
One step forward 3 step back
The Kissing Loop that’s been playing it’s oneiric
"Blue Highway at the Cross Roads"
is right on track
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
and here stands me
New Page:
Some Beautiful Story
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
1. https://genius.com/Gene-clark-strength-of-strings-lyrics
~Lord Is Coming~
(Linked)
Lord is coming
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Coming again
O
Again to Earth
R
Earth with angels
D
Angels rejoice
I
Rejoice, worship
S
Worship , serve Lord
C
Lord will bring peace
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Peace forever
M
Forever love
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Love, peace will reign
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Reign when comes Lord
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Lord is coming!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
October.30.2016
- “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelation 1:8 (NIV)
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen
Revelation 1:7 (NIV)
- “But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only
Matthew 24:36 (NIV)
~Author's notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
Guitars in the Night
There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.
I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.
I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,
So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I hum the tune inside my mind,
I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.
All I can hear are the words with meaning;
Something personal, just for me.
All we want is you by our side;
All we hear are guitars in the night.
All night long I’ve been singing this song;
I don’t know the words, but I sing along.
All I hear are the thoughts I am thinking;
I can pass the time in a blink of the eye.
Now I know what I must say,
To make you understand my mind.
I’ve got my feet firmly on the ground
And my head is in the clouds.
I’m a full time dreamer,
Who is full of self-doubt.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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