Long Thunderclouds Poems
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In restless winds and in shadows dark
over a sweeping plain of wheat so fair
a crumbling homestead stands against fate
with a wandering staircase going nowhere.
Warily, I clutch the creaky bannister
willing my feet to climb treacherous steps
up to the floor of Four...then I hesitate
for my spirit is overwhelmed and bereft.
Herein lies a faded, neglected nursery
a drooping jack-in-the-box with a frozen smile
a broken man-in-the-moon clock hangs limp
with a chilling breeze moaning all the while.
Thunderclouds blacken the distant horizon
like time that cloaks events from long ago
I do not possess the keys to unlock mysteries
but I entered the floor of nowhere..this, I know.
Written on 9/5/2020
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 electric white veins of lightening
that flash and spread like roots
shooting down towards the desert floor.
Urgent rumblings reverberate
under my feet as I anticipate
the loud claps of thunder to follow.
Large, beaded raindrops, lukewarm
begin to drop steadily onto the dry
dusty terrain, marking the sandy soil
causing plants to rise up like
excited exclamation points.
I savor the moment, relishing
in the wonder of nature's drama
admiring the intense power I see
feeling reinvigorated and renewed
in body, mind, soul and spirit.
Written on 8/10/2016
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 give your love to me,
I may bring arrow through your night and leaves you scaring dreams to be told.
Do not give your love to me,
Not long ago a hunter stole my heart.
When the forest was clothed with gigantic thorns and dangerous beasts,
I was there to rescue.
I gave directions, my time and hope.
I led to a saver grounds a land without flood and muddy.
But my reward was gun that destroyed my nest and rendered me homeless.
Do not give your love to me,
I am product of my past and keeps record of wrong.
My soul has grown through struggles, storms and seasons of suffering in the name of love.
Do not give your love to me,
Long ago I chose beyond the sky to be my home.
Today I sweep the clouds l laid my blanket in the moon, l leave footprints on thunderclouds.
Do not give your love to me.
Form:
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, I’ve been breaking my longevity of positivity’s vow
I’m sorry I’ve let you down
If only I can remarkably drown
You made my clouds reduce to teardrops
You made my eyes, clouded by raindrops
You shade me with your words of envy
You forbade me to say words of plenty
Shame on me for feeling too much these days
I want to die…die…die away I pray in many ways
I’m sorry I can’t sleep at nightfall
I’m sorry I made everyone feel appall
If only I can whisper words of wisdom
Instead of seeking death and no hope for the Kingdom
I’m just a bard…in prison bars…
Bearing these bloodied scars…
If you want to know,
I will let it show
If you want to know,
I will let it glow
This inner light in me
In darkness that won’t let me be…
Free
Possibly, you’ll set me free
If only this storm inside me
Will vanish into daylight time
I am not always that sunlit shine
I won’t threaten my life
Like a thunderstorm would with rain
I have dealt with this strife
But, I will drive the negativity to the drain
Summertime is finally fleeting
and oddly, though, I am not sad.
Yes, the fields will soon be emptied
of pastel-colored flowers and buzzing bees
and wading knee-deep in tall, wild grass
as the sun takes its time in setting,
late into the warm-breeze nights
that cause one to linger
and gaze up into a sky
transforming from azure to cobalt
with stars in infinite millions
bringing on a sense of wonder
that never ceases to delight.
However, Autumn is waiting
quietly beyond Summer's bend
and now and then you can hear it,
see it, feel it as it approaches.
Just little touches here and there.
But sure enough, it will break free
of Summer's green and yellow dreamy hold
to announce itself in snippets
of orange, red, russet and gold.
Yes, the days are still warm and sunny
but the darker early mornings
and darker early evenings
are tell-tale as to what
Autumn is really up to.
So this is the time that I relish most,
that in-between moment
when we'll soon have
a new seasonal host
that will require of us to put away
the shorts, the sandals,
the beach towels and lotions
that made our Summer
a sensuous journey
peppered with sunshowers,
thunderclouds, swims in the lake,
collecting shells on the shoreline
and charring vegetables on grills
and catching up on novels
for requisite lounge chair readings
and picking flowers in the garden
awash in scents and ladybugs
as iced drinks are sipped and savored
under umbrellas striped and wide.
Yes, this is the time
when flannel, quilts and nippy nights
become the wardrobe,
the bedcoverings,
the almost-black frosty evenings
that draw us to lighting candles,
tending firesides,
brewing up extra coffee or tea
or reaching for cups of hot chocolate
or perhaps sifting through cookbooks
in search of something soothing to bake
that'll taste even better while
wrapped in a blanket or thick fuzzy robe
for requisite armchair readings
of long-held books, old letters, old photos
or just recalling beautiful memories
of golden Summers past
that now bring comfort and peace
to our yearning Autumnal souls.
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 the middle of the sea…
I’m the volcano…magma and lava brews inside of me
I explode…without warning
Avalanches of lava stream down my cheeks…
Disconsolate clouds soaks in your fears...
Lightning unveils its beauty...thunder is seen miles and miles away...
Rowdy, boisterous sounds reach our ears...
Lightning strikes suddenly with majestic rage...the wind begins to sway...
Viciously...passionately...
We’re all facing those bittersweet days
We’re all fenced in between…
but we’re going our own ways
The grass is greener on the other side…
How I hate being separated from you…
I must remain calm during the bumpy ride
How I hate feeling hopeless…and you don’t have a clue
Disconsolate clouds are clothed in desolate gears
You have a hardened heart...
You abandoned me – I’m a sheep hunted down
By a frantic, ravenous wolf...
You are a heartless shepherd...find it somewhere in your heart
To erase my frown
Disconsolate clouds echoes fears...
Lightning appears...thunder is heard in the distance...
Intense, boisterous sounds reach our ears...
Lightning flashes...thunder is exposing its prudence...
Could you mend my damaged heart?
Could you transform the thunderstorm into a sunlit day?
Dismiss those disconsolate clouds and we’ll be on a good start
Could you wash away the sorrow, searing with dismay?
Disconsolate clouds embrace their absence
And conceal themselves for years
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 ourselves sharing
Happiness falling on much darker days
Meadows of flowers now weeds never caring
Blue skies are hidden behind sorrowed haze
Dreams slowly scattered on desolate oceans
Washed up on shore as the sandcastles die
Tossed overboard with the weakest emotions
Salt coated tears the horizon does cry
Once perfect mornings now afternoon weary
Gazing on edges cut sharp by the storm
Forecasts are sent in a poem that’s dreary
Standing afraid as the thunderclouds form
Hiding our eyes behind last April’s fashion
No cotton fabric for sale on the rack
Finding that drab is our lone source of passion
Marked down for clearance way out in the back
When did we give up on promises pending
Taking a place after push comes to shove
Why couldn't we have a fairy tale ending
What ever happened to forever love
10/21/2016
As early dawn, slow breaking o’er the beach,
Paints the pale blue background of the sky
In watercolor streaks of rose and peach,
A feast God spreads for those with sleepy eye
Who needs must rise to start their chores
Before the rooster crows his bright alarm,
We two will rise and open wide the doors
And start our day with beauty, arm in arm.
Although the weather all too soon can change
And bring us thunderclouds of black and gray
Or if far and wide our difficulties range
And for surcease of problems we would pray,
That precious gift we find so like a hymn
Sustains and keeps us going through the day.
We keep our hearts and minds attuned to Him
Our true direction and our sacred way.
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 plain faith,
unable or unwilling to walk, feign
blindness, darkness helps.
Cellphone towers only reflect scripted
light, as memories of real sunshine, fade
to black. A good cup of coffee is hard to
find, all the fine beans were swept away
early on, replaced by dancing bears,
politely ignored. Thunderclouds, imagined
in shapes of our founding fathers,
encourage the deluge, slowly ascending.
Underground-
a grim band-of-believers watch (again)
a pirated tape of their favorite '80's movie,
'They Live' from the fabled city called the
new capital in 'The Postman' Minneapolis..
while the tormented sounds of-
plows
scraping overhead, and
hydrants,
bellys full, feeding power washers,
cascade
over hardened
faces.
05/11/14
minneapolis
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River of Clouds
Lazy mists dawdle through valleys,
Wending in a river of clouds,
Surfs deep dales on rising tides.
Silver curly-cue veils dally
On twisting rivers like a shroud -
Leaves a pale kiss on riversides.
Mystic Rom roams the pine alleys,
Gypsy brume evergreens beclouds,
Cryptic nomad without a guide.
Flat bottomed shades float like galleys,
Wispy fogs tickle thunderclouds
Stolen cloud ships on a joy ride.
Rising tule croons playful songs -
Alto whispers for a singalong.