I seek the thunderclouds
on thunderous nights
when karma roars under sieving clouds
bolting within, driven by desires
the darkness of Brahman & vitality of Krishna
rumbling earthlings, throbbing arteries
blood rushes the heart
lightning striking limbs succumbing
my knees weaken,
streaked is a surrealist’s sky lit,
shamed shadows hide
tinkling rain droplets
quenching naked napes
given into those elements
evoking God's wrath,
judgement alive, awoken I’m gaining
invoking reality, unearthing its
primal pathways
Looking out my bay-window,
I am feeling the new day and seeing colors of indigo.
The pretty indigo sky with big white fluffy clouds,
turning ominous and into dark thunderclouds.
My neighbors pretty garden of indigo flowers,
are getting a drink and much needed showers.
Domestic Bliss Is Feeling,
the love from living out doors is healing.
Domestic Bliss Is Seeing,
out my bay-window because it is freeing.
Impassioned foreboders
Each of which projects
A fearsome sky
Of trees' whistly lead-ball rained
Scourging effects.
Cruel, torturous. And yet
Fine with it, I.
Impatient erasers
As streets flash pale in
Quick banishment
Of what there neath, lazy, lawned
Lie picnicking.
Again accepting. Unless
As one, glass-bent!
Constant thunder, but no blubbering - the clouds are dry,
dark, sultry; and the soil is crying out for alcohol -
A little drink of pink champagne or whisky sour cocktail.
No umbrella!
Squeeze out the plenipotentiary sopped-up water
and let the thunderclouds rip, and roar with delightful glee.
Birds and insects, in hideaway, humming softly, resting.
Life’s walls remain as high as the clouds
Covered by shrouds of thunderclouds
Looking up I awe in vast wonder
Mental impasse envelopes by the hour
Hour after hour
I grow more dour
I knit a suit of doubt
I only see myself with rout
Still on the battlefield
Inside I aimlessly yield
A crack appears
The wall has fears
A fraction of a win
I sneak a grin
I smack at the crack
I laugh as I thwack
Time is my weapon
Grit is my gun
The hole widens
The bleakness weakens
The wall can time-worn
And I can become reborn
Time is my tailwind
(In memory of Uncle Thomas)
Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar
That day when you did soar without an oar
Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long
For many years, I sang a solemn song
Days of dark, and greedy clouds
These years have been a time of thunderclouds
What went wrong for death to take you away?
Again, this year, your memory will keep us at bay.
Your days were not in vain.
Life ends, life begins; the thrusting train
Is still on track. Gone from this world
But not from my world
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/03/24)
Cherry Blossoms in February
Cherry blossoms decorate wispy branches
In clusters of blooms like fallen clouds
Lovely flowers of sweet innocence
Shake off rain from passing thunderclouds.
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 of thunderclouds
Things locked deep n out of sight
In a sea of endless night
Slicing through hard
Radiant and blind, light
Burning the eyes
Till darkness is infinite
The waves crash n roll
Out to sea the thunderstorm tolls
Lightning dances, n plays
In distant memories display
So bright, the night flashing out of sight
Going to Chrome as a key turning
Looking into eternity
Twisted Soul, a shot into the night
Slicing, the deep depths of twilight
The color of my mind, my inner sublime
Listen to the sea roll
Into the corners of my mind
As the thunderheads build
Lightning boils, the wind brings the rain
The eves of the house moan
As I go blind into the endless night
Contest: Trilonette Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 6-21-23
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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.
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 close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
dead calm early morn
distant grumbling thunderclouds
nervous animals
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.
Ominous dark thunderclouds boil up
Beneath sun-drenched sky lanes high,
Covering with gray blankets the green
Earth's parched barren ground, so dry
And unbroken by the good farmer's plow
Left fallow by years of failing harvest,
Indignant from the drought of moisture
Disappointed by the lack of nature's best,
The unyielding deluge moves on across
Reneging on its deceitful promise of rain.
written June 18, 2021
Towering dark cover
The frenetic light waves
Thunder roaring with wrath
Turbulence in the sky
Trembling clouds spill over
Torrential sheets of rain
Treading on earths parched skin
26.4.2021
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Pleiades T.
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
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