Stratospheric Poems

upper wealthy

The Upper Wealthy 

It was said that famous families
only lasts for about three generations 
The Churchills, the Kennedys, and many
Others have a sale by date.
I thought of that while watching a program by
Crise Hedges, who happens to have grown up 
among the stratospheric wealthy, and he
spent time trying to distance himself from
that class of people
He can't, everything about his language 
manner, the smoothness of those who have
not had to strive
Cris was interviewing a man who writes
books about the rich, who, according to     
him are bad for our society and economy
Clearly, the rich are different from those who have
No private plane when going shopping
They send children to the top school in a limo 
They have a big household staff to keep
them in clover, and security, to be rich also 
Mean someone is out to do your harm
The two men began annoying me, telling
stories about the wealthy, sounding like
a couple trying not to sound envious

It is to be

Staring into the stratospheric abyss 
Cumulus clouds swiftly drift along.  
As I stand at a dusty precipice,  
The white-hot heat of the sun beating down,  
Microscopic gravel crunches beneath questioning feet.

A flood of overwhelming emotions washes forth,  
Whilst a broken heart is drowning.  
The last words you spat at me, stuck on repeat,  
Play like a needle scratching a broken record.  
Cupping my ears, I try to shut out the incessant noise,  
But it just ricochets like emotional shrapnel,  
Piercing into my tormented psyche.

Reliving the vital few seconds of a scene gone so wrong—  
Have we somehow traveled past the event horizon,  
Becoming an implosion of complete annihilation?  
As the wind whips past, sending ripples through the air,  
I frantically search the debris for answers.

Grasping at particles of dust—  
Invisible atoms of desperation.  
But they're unattainable.  
It is to be our downfall,  
Just as a resolution to this inquest  
Disappears with the sun  
As it wanes over the mourning horizon.

Read Between the Lines

Why do those planes
Paint lines in the sky,
Leaving grey toxic trails,
Leaving us wondering why?

Everlasting Getaway Maigc 9

There is a happy land far far away
filled with captivating whistles;
Disoriented as high as you stay;
Stratospheric,
glued into a poetic disarray;
Fearless optimism? Enduring combo;
Head to toe in a glow you slay,
it’s like you swallowed a million crystals;
A creative mind is an everlasting getaway.

Sitka Sunset Blues

A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands 
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?

Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid pink flowing into valleys of honey
Performing a mirrored solo masterpiece on the lake
Streaming rapturous sounds of richness
From stratospheric multi-coloured basslines 

Hues so dense, one could cut into fine strips
Meets with standing ovation
As mere mortals gaze high from their amphitheatres
Mouthing the sweet syrup that pours from my haze
Succulent tongue burning coolness

Like an overused plectrum 
Encased within Aurora’s twang of fusion
An instrument without strings 
The Goddess whose aura never sets 
I, should ask for a raise 


29/05/23

Storm

Storm


          in the noctilucent ether
          above our spinning fire
          the mist born drift of open air
          weaves a crystal net
          ice and vapor reaching
          down towards us
          as we on this cluttered hill
          dig and dig
          our stony halos heavy with desire

          nimbus pages fold across
          the cyan wishing void
          our changing history written
          in volcanic ash
          the fire legend of a future
          come to pass
          each bright atom a chorus of hope and fear

          then the cumulous surrender 
          thunderous reply
          and we're washed in pure simplicity
          Goddess of Wisdom
          wrap us in
          your perfect stratospheric shroud

Hubs

I met her in an International airport
we both chose to reach for the same magazine
at the same time.

Hubs can be vortices, either
you make your connection, or you don't.
Delay can lead you to travel different ways.

It was a 'Nat Geo' publication
so naturally we fell to talking
about our best catches and the ones that got away.

When they called her away
she hurriedly told me she was heading for Venezuela
for a photo shoot but lived in Seattle.
I told her to look for me in London nest time
she was there.

Time past. The connection was lost,
bad signal, bad timing, low energy-waves
in the stratospheric miasma of kismet?

Years later I saw her work in an article;
lizards, snakes, and exotic birds
but none of her.

I drove to Heathrow Airport anyway
just to feel again how close
distance can get.

Natures Artwork

Painted ponies
across the plains;
splashes of color
against an azure sky;
an equine convention
in the clouds.

Stratospheric
abstracts meet
with colors to produce
ecstatic paintings.

Nature’s canvas
is everywhere and
She paints life
with vigorous
enthusiasm.

Embracing Solitude-Contest

Sweet serenity serenade's my soul,
Solitude’s song stills storms of much sorrow;
Stars scatter stardust in my calm spirit,
Sending silent silver signals softly.
Suddenly joy summersaults so swiftly.
Stellar smiles form simultaneously, 
Sidestepping shallow stratospheric sounds.












03/25/2021
Contest: Savoring Solitude In 7 Lines
Sponsor: JCB Brul

The Art of Sky Bow

A sky-bow
pastel light rays,
pigmented by clouds;
a canvas of light.

Gradient echoes filtering
from stratospheric crystal;
embracing curvature,
terra-forma.

Polychrome lamp
riding world’s edge
to infinity’s lair; 
ascending...descending,
half moon crest.

A lemon-cherry,
orange and grape
smoothie, blending
in the heavens.

My soul bleeds into
passion pinks
elation oranges
pulling me up to 
highest heights
of tranquility.

We meld...

Wind Dance

I ride the singing notes
to worlds where eyes have never been.
A cyclone blast,
and jettisoned puffs in frenzied spray;
dance in stratospheric delight.
Fluttering wings grasp gale;
spinning ecstatic heights,
a concerto of breezes
in 2/4 time;
as higher I climb.

The Art of Sky-Bow

A sky-bow
pastel light rays,
pigmented by clouds;
a canvas of light.

Gradient echoes filtering
from stratospheric crystal;
embracing curvature,
terra-forma.

Polychrome lamp
riding world’s edge
to infinity’s lair; 
ascending...descending,
half moon crest.

A lemon-cherry,
orange and grape
smoothie, blending
in the heavens.

My soul bleeds into
passion pinks
elation oranges
pulling me up to 
highest heights
of tranquility.

We meld...

Talented Stratosphere

Caressing the clouds, I felt sky’s heartbeat.
Stratospheric song; I heard;
It twanged my silver cord.

Starry Eyed Fame

Many in the limelight aim
Despite diverse back rounds they came
   Whether a regular Joe Schmoe 
   or a ma dames

For stratospheric fame
   Sought after imprimatur 
   like some competitive games
Possibly an ordinary Jonny comb lately
   or the common Jimmy James schmuck oh
   Maybe known by some handi
   capping them as lame

Transcending unsightly infliction 
   unwilling to let being maim
(This from drafted 
    scarred acquiring above name)
Yet overcoming any stigma or shame

Proving that prejudice 
   against bloody carnage 
   can replaced with pride 
   against cooling jets fiery angry flame
With self-acceptance 
   sans love of self would tame.

Whispering Truths

As the turbulent determinations
          of everyday vigor

bellow through stratospheric circumstances
          dancing amongst the clouds

you calculate life's extravagances
          twisting beyond hierarchies

as leaf covered branches
          twitter in space.

Gusts of wind orchestrate
          like synchronizing ballerinas

flowing within music
          strumming delicate harmonies

on roads less traveled
          pecking at your brain

into rebel territory
          determined to stem irrelevant

while you savor circumstantial
          realities beyond comprehension.

Masquerading through conventions
          you enjoy the day's delicacies.

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