Long Thunderclouds Poems

I try so hard to love you up some
I try to look presentable and handsome
I try to cry my heart out tonight
I try to fly with all of my might

Understand, I’ve been surrendering to your...

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Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku

Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703-1775) was a celebrated Japanese poet and painter of the Edo period, also known as Kaga no Chiyo.

Because morning glories
held my well-bucket hostage
I went begging for water!
—Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael...

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She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was hung with Spanish moss,
like the massive oaks were weeping
to remind...

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The morning sun would slowly disappear that April morn, as dark and boiling thunderclouds would ebonize the sky.
The blackened wall was pulsing deep inside with lightning strikes, while muffled bursts of thunder shook the earth...

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The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of...

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The thunderstorm is heard in the distance…
You are the thunderclouds…soaking in wrath and distress 
You released your waterfall of tears…
The ocean overhead… spills on my rooftops…
	
Disconsolate clouds reduce to tears 

I’m the sinking ship in...

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The sky was dark and dreary
as I trudged along the path,
with vision dim and bleary,
under thunderclouds of wrath,

one foot before another,
plodding onward through despair,
yet knowing of no other
road to lead me anywhere.

With blackness fast descending,
though...

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The meadow's fragrance lingers
As twilight makes bold of its demand.
I deftly touch your fingers
Before reaching for your hand.

The fireflies are a twinklin'      
With a dance of love and mad torment.
The...

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She sits at a window,
that faces the park
the daylight is fading,
to almost dark.
It’s almost deserted
as people return
to their flats and houses
to find the warm.

She glimpses through raindrops
on the window pane,
hearing the rush
of a long-distance train,
and...

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You’ve created this storm inside me
The rainfall that happens to be tears
I shed for you for the sake of feeling empty
I call out to you, sincerely and bitterly throughout the years

Thunderclouds come rolling in now
Somehow,...

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I am infatuated with curiosity,
like when Pandora opened the box.
I want to know everything,
whether it's above or beyond.
I need to know something,
whether it's morbid or wrong. 
I feel like a song,
spoken and sung in beautiful...

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The perfect shot:

Looking up to the sky so blue
The grass is a soft, luminous hue. 
Every blade is perfectly cut;
He has every opportunity to sink that putt.
He finds the sweet spot, familiar and comforting, all...

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Awash in golden sunshine is jade meadow,
Beneath snow capped mountains all aglow.
Carefree breezes wander through the blooms,
Discreetly scattering the sundry perfumes.
Enamored of sapphire skies, cottony clouds,
Fabulous noonday, far from thunderclouds!
Green grass so deep, in late...

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Prayers descend like acid rain from 
oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping 
for elected office, praising hybrid 
demigods, passing out vouchers to the 
peasants.

A slow rumbling-
 part of the night-sounds-of-curfew;
descends like fire ants.

Cleaners of the guilt, hidden in...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous...

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Why couldn't we have a fairy tale ending
Who made the sun bring the cold winter chill
Why are kind gesturers an act of pretending
How did our heartbeats become ever still

Where is the joy that we found...

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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t...

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Do not give your love to me,
I am bird with many destinations.
I fly alone and fall without any comrade uplifting me.
I am flight with my own wings and carry my dreams in my beak.
Do not...

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The youngster ran happily down the old dirt road, 
With all his worldly possessions, three magical rocks and a lively old toad.

He stopped at the old creek as was his daily routine,
Looking for that evasive...

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Words
are
Like Birds
 
They fly out of clear blue skies,
out of thick gray smother,
out of black thunderclouds,
out of serine, colourful sunsets.

Words may be like Majestic, Eagles,
swift and elusive as Humming Birds,
enlightening and silent as wise old...

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Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so...

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A turn of key looking into eternity 
A twist of soul a hard shard of light 
Splashing onto a dark shore

A spray of mist, as the sea rolls 
Dark corners of my minds tower
Like heads...

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Dark thunderclouds hover uneasily 
over the red mesas and arroyos. 
I can feel the tingling sensation of
charged air, an unnatural quiet
as the thick, humid air seems to
catch its breath, anticipating. 

Suddenly the landscape is overwhelmed
by...

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Sitting in the audience
behind my eyes
content with my popcorn
i watch myself and
my all fellow actors
perform our epic drama
I’m not sure what to call it
tragicomedy perhaps
here on the world stage

Our script is sparkling
trenchant and deep
the characters...

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Love in sweet abandon as her voice resounds, 
calls to me in echoed waves of whispered sounds, 
soothing, lilting, rippling shards of harmonies, 
a sensual operetta on the winter breeze. 

Lost in stark amnesia in...

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