Gray thundercloud spills
its rain upon the parched land.
Crash! Was that thunder?
Poetry Through The Storm
Trembling waters.
Oceans between us.
As far as the eye can see.
Waves crashing.
A long voyage with anxiety.
Trust and believe.
Stand still in the storm.
Look past the horizon.
Birds fly past above the lightning.
Poetry through the storm.
High tides towards encouragement.
Writing through a thundercloud.
Humble in the wind.
Stay calm in the raging storm.
Cry no more.
Dawn is near.
Shed no tears.
All raise you up from bondage.
Stand on mountains.
Side by side standing on water.
Write poetry through many colors.
Philippians 2:14
It is a pitiful display
To belong where you don’t belong
Wanting to rule a former day
A worn out tune of a love song
No longer loved by the crowd
Down with the old King, so long!
The blizzard’s countenance proud
in the Kingdom of the Warm Front
Is quashed by the thundercloud
The waning moon takes affront
As sunbeams begin to amass
All victors leave the battlefront
Popular sentiments pass
Like a crying hourglass
I would fly up high on whispering wings
unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud
and look upon the beggars and the kings
some poor, and others with great wealth endowed
I would fly up high on whispering wings
to see a multi-billionaire, so proud
while yet another for their supper sings
melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed.
I would fly up high on whispering wings
look down upon the Earth, its growing crowd
and wonder what or who ordains these things
some in ragged clothes, some in golden shroud
I would fly up high on whispering wings
then I would take them all; I once avowed;
those with far, far too many shiny blings,
and smite them all from darkest thundercloud!
In the lines of your quarried face
are granite truths and pastel mysteries
part-time jester - full-time thief of hearts
doubting the existence of great gifts,
tears in the fabric of self-worth.
In the violet crag of your word,
the echoes of a billion wizened steps.
Sunflower soul - harboring underground seeds.
Lightning bolt anger marbled with hummingbird heartbeats.
A moth-dusted soul seeking something ocean blue deep.
Something more than shallow phrases and rat-nibbled deeds.
You're a parched rose praying for thundercloud attention.
Yearning for a different flavor of strength.
A heart minted with the firmament of God.
To know for certain that angels tend to your day.
From your ruby colored throat, there are gentle night songs
and the hooves of tragedies approaching.
behind me the door slams shut
i’ve entered into a time warp
my world suddenly imploding
a silence the size of a cosmic boom
enshrouding all of colorless morose
liquified into blobs amorphic
of hours converging into days
there was before
then there was after
who could imagine
from a thundercloud born of tears
would come a strength beyond fears
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 19, 2021 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (46) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
A fine man of his time, has proper explanation
for our predicament. No good man would look him down even
if they disagreed on face masks. He stayed on the deeply alien Trump land
where fantasy reigned with vehement surge in parallel to the disease.
You may commend him, or reprehend him, nothing affects his mission to
guide us to safety. If praise is needed, he elbows it to the side. To feats of platitude he's a total stranger, speaking with reason next to a phantom of opera and his zeal for wilderness of delirium. Acute is the pandemic and his place in history reserved in the circle of giants, the greatest of our era. In confidence, he's tracking down a virus in its black thundercloud, a light that sheds a modest ray with magnanimous lament. We are bound to him as a teacher and philosopher who learns from immemorial sages and their warm and tranquil nests with bursts of energy on his calm, sweet face that speaks truth to the power of disease, what he foremost relishes is a good vaccine news.
I can’t tell it all
The joy and sorrow we endure together
We can’t forget the devil who stole our clothes and made us Angora rabbit in Ankara Tavsani.
I remember our nakedness that was showcase in Mikaddo conference center.
The nails we confronted have made us a complete being
The storm we conquered in Jupiter has started paving way for the rain to shower on the crop.
Today we are on the steps to cloud nine and our footprints are polish with gold.
Tomorrow the thundercloud will experience our presence.
The stars will be our resting place.
The moon will watch over our dry line in Venus.
The angels will gather with joy to welcome great warriors that have defeated shame and struggles.
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Rejoice, unknown of waking fall
Apart this longish bramble path
For lest we stand ‘bove lowered feel
And lone of echo’s loudest call
Of whisperings we shan’t conceal
Despised this threatened aftermath
Now formed of cost and promised wrath
If only but to heed the charge
These observations kept at large
Neath thundercloud and pouring rain
A prequel to the coming pain
Unkempt in true ballistic rage
Through iron bars and bolted cage
Lost memories we soon engage
In jest, we conquer phantom dreams
As rivers drown in roaring streams
With night a fantasy to spill
And mouths of babes we come to fill
For here we die in darkened form
When crying tears we’d soon forget
Submerged within the caustic storm
Alone with every found regret
12/30/19
Written for the: Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Son Of Spock
Rhyme scheme: ABCACBBDDEEFFFGGHHIJIJ
the crackling of the clouds
already white and snowy-gray
the shadows of puppets
behind satin sheets
like lightning bugs obeisance
to the Lord’s applause
the zigzag rags
behind the mother-cloud
the hallelujah projection
rolls
and spectator’s eyes appeased —
the thundercloud euphoriant
8/18/2019
*rags - torments, teases
Everybody knows
It's been a long road
Everybody knows
It's been a long road
I been tryin' hard
Not to leave my soul behind
I been tryin' hard
Not to forget who I was
And every thundercloud
That threatened my nice day
Well it made me even stronger
This is a victory song
Everybody knows
It's been a long road
Everybody knows
It's been a long road
I slowly picked up the pieces
And made myself whole again
I been tryin' real hard
Not to forget who I am now
The truth is...
Nobody knew
It's been a long road
Nobody knew
It's been a long road
...A really long road
Wind in the willows
A soft gentle breeze
Whispers and rustles
Of the willow leaves
Wind strokes my cheeks
And caresses my face
As down the highway
On my Harley I race
Woodsy breeze blowing
Scent of Autumn leaves
As I ride my horse
Between the trees
Gusty gales howl
When Earth is too dry
Driving rain down from
A thundercloud sky
"Wind Song, Wind Song"
Stays in my mind
It is also a favorite
Perfume of mine.
the quintessential beautiful day
but there is shadow etched in the patches of light
there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air
the heart sketches its dreamscape
but distant thundercloud ripe with storm encroaches
but it is the image that intrudes
a vision from the inner mind
that sends precursors of darkness into my perfect day
an unsettled mind always creates dark creatures
to hunt down and haunt my best moments
why cant i leave myself alone
why must i hound my own footsteps with these dark tidings
the vision that creeps into my heart
is of the girl i left in the mountains
and what joy she would find here in paradise
if i had only
if i could only
would have...should have...didn't
why must i hound myself with all the possible things
she wouldn't even lower herself to talk to me
and i just beat myself up with desires to rescue her
she should be a forgotten bad dream
she should be forgotten....
the quintessential beautiful day
but all i can see is the tombstones of sorrow
and the paths not taken
it will change
it will change
with time
i will leave this dark girl behind
Selectively forgetful,
That's what my mother says -
When I'm called to do some work,
I escape in funny ways.
I'm running short of time now
But I'll tell you all I can
Of all my weird excuses,
Perhaps the worst made by man.
''Can't hear you!'' I'll just say,
''Cause the fan is way too loud''.
And then I'll hear the footfall
Like a crashing thundercloud.
Another thing I say is
''Just wait, I'm coming along,''
Then my dad comes up and says
''What you are doing's wrong''.
Those two are the most common -
See, I'm capable of much much more,
But my storybook's now being snatched out
And thrown through the bedroom door!
The nearly full moon's haloed glow
Doesn't cast shadow on hedgerow
For it's almost hidden by dark clouds
Eerily peeks through leafless willow
The night's darkness could be shroud
Coat all eve's creatures in velvet proud
All that eerie green glow_which frights
Came out from behind thundercloud
Dark night laced by cobalt and black
Hinders my vision of few stars on track
Leave the dark come to inside lights
Avoid demoniac counterattack
Sponsor:Craig Cornish
Contest: Night-Dark_Black_Happy_Sad
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