Unclouded Poems | Examples

Don't Bite the Bullet

The bullet entered the brain

The brain considered the pain

The pain unclouded the rain

The rain just cleaned up the stain

High School Girls

Love didn’t follow you from junior high,
It lingered in corners like and made you sigh,
Your eyes sought faces, but none remained,
Only silence where your laughter reigned.

The halls are long, the lockers gray,
You walk alone through the first day,
Your broken mirrors—your beating heart,
Like ocean waves that drift apart.

Outside the windows, the branches lean,
Bushes and trees filled with leaves of green,
They whisper of summers already gone,
Of childhood’s song and its softer dawn.

Flowers bloom in the tender light,
Opening slowly to morning skies,
Dear blossoms rising, their petals near,
Touching the heavens, unclouded, clear.

But you—still waiting for love to start,
Carrying quietly heis fragile heart,
Dreams that shimmer but fall away,
Like glass at dusk, like mist at day.

Yet somewhere hidden, a promise grows,
In roots unseen where your gardener knows,
That even the loneliest soul will find
A gentler hand, a heart aligned.

So you walk beneath the sap filled trees,
Your breath a prayer, your steps a plea,
And the morning answers with fragrant air,
You are you and yes, quite rare.

Patience

Patience teaches us to wait;  
Not everything in life happens as desired;  
Some moments arrive in subtle fragments.  

Patience encourages us to find an opening in the inky window;  
The meadow is lush and full of life;  
The doorway lies in the eyes through the mind.

Patience serves as the ladder to the sky;  
We ascend higher as we steadily climb;  
Our feet are strengthened by hope.  

Patience is the light that shines through the twilight tunnel,  
Emerging from obscurity,  
Fighting against the tendrils of night.  

Patience is the game;  
Sturdy feet and agile hands are not enough;  
An unclouded mind is the fulcrum of balance.  

Patience heralds glory;  
Yesterday becomes part of the story;  
Today is the light we perceive.  

Patience composes the songs;  
Hope adds the melody;  
Together, they walk hand in hand.


August 5, 2025.

Spiritual Wi-Fi

They called it stone.
We called it signal.

The Great Pyramid—
not a tomb,
but a beacon,
wired into the pulse of the cosmos.
It stands at Portal 1313,
its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda,
where star councils whisper in light.

Its limestone breathes geometry.
Its shadow measures eternity.

Our pineal gland,
once unclouded,
was the antenna—
we spoke to Sirius,
we dreamed with Orion,
we danced across Saturn’s rings
before birth had a name.

The Pyramid was our firewall—
it deflected psychic viruses
from ancient wars in other galaxies.
It shielded Gaia’s mind
like Jupiter catches falling knives
meant for Earth.

You call it dead stone,
but it listens still.
It sings to those who sit in silence.
Its resonance vibrates
with codes only the soul deciphers.

Now, in sleep,
you see flashes.
You dream languages
never taught.
The Wi-Fi still hums,
but only those who fast in spirit,
who breathe in stillness,
can log in.

Yes—
the Pyramid protects,
projects,
connects.

In the Age of Awakening,
it will power us again.

Well, Loved

Like old paint,
the discarded heart chips away
where it lay
in a hollow chest
not unlike my own breast.

In its prime,
untainted by sin
and made of sheepskin,
its candy apple hue
captivated everyone—especially the likes of you.

However, who now
could admire a color
so mottled by misuse and so drastically duller?
Verily, no unclouded eye could find merit
in such a sorry trinket.

THERE IN HEAVEN

“And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.” Revelation 21:23 of the King James Bible

Streets of gold
welcome glorified bodies
yon unclouded firmament.

Transparent glass 
of serenely crystal water
serves as mirror to saints 
in their spotless robes.

Succulent twelve kinds of fruits
from the tree of life  
await spirited believers.

Around fortress of gem stones
having pearly gates exuding flawless wealth 
upon foundations garnished with precious jewels
there the grateful worshippers forever are secured.
  
Possessors of radiant eternal life
exalt the omnipotent Lord God 
Who shines with His Alpha and Omega glory.

September 1, 2024
3rd place, "I Form - Imagism" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/26/2024

A pose in meditation

I hold the stem of a wineglass, a pose in meditation,
cradling the glass as if it were an injured bird.
This is my moment of peace, my mind at ease
in stillness I peer at images and visions 
tease my heart to recall my journey through  life.

I need the grace to have clarity of thought,
an unclouded focus, an ungrudging acceptance
for moments of bliss, of loves possessed and gone,
of choices forged, rejected, and discarded-
I wish no barefaced cynicism, no conscience accuser.

Absolution is my own private, solitary affair
with unquenchable flair I will face life
in all of its stages in unfaltering whimsy -
not wither like a blossom in drought,
not a weather vane in a shifting wind.


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DIVINE REALITY THAT AWAITS US

with glorified bodies
there we joyously tread 
along streets of gold 
basking under unclouded 
celestial firmament.

midst jubilant countenance
there we are zealously excited 
to plunge into rivulet like transparent glass
of crystal water, absolutely refreshing.

along vibrant spirit of revealed faith
there we are savouring succulent fruits
from tree of life that bears twelve kinds of fruits
with therapeutic leaves for divine welfare…

gratefully triumphant
there we are secured around fortress of gems
with pearly gates exuding flawless wealth 
upon foundations garnished by precious jewels.
  
possessing radiant eternal life
there we are worshipping midst endless songs of praise 
the omnipotent Almighty God
constantly shining with Alpha and Omega* glow.

*Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.

January 29, 2024
3rd place, "YOUR CHOICE I" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/6/2025

Caius

My Dearest Caius,

Within my heart, your name forever sings,
A melody of love that's bittersweet,
Yet on these parchment lines, my truth takes wings,
Confessions penned that fate did once defeat.

The stars above, they know the words unspoken,
The moon, a witness to my silent sighs,
In shadows cast, my heart's desire woken,
A love that blooms beneath unclouded skies.

But shyness held me captive, tongue-tied, still,
As time slipped by and chance slipped through my grasp,
Now fate has woven paths against my will,
And in regret's embrace, my heart held fast.

Though life's design led you to another's hand,
My love for you abides a love that still withstands.

Yours always,
Luna

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Chimera, Cara Mia

She roams through El Dorado’s ancient golden ways,
She gazes from black spires of Xanadu,
She walks through green Lothlorien’s unclouded days,
She muses long on Ilium’s deep blue...

I’ve seen her in the chamber of the silver’d doors,
I’ve heard her when the loon in moonlight screams,
I’ve felt her walking silent over marbled floors...
I’ve been with her in echo-haunted dreams...

Passing Away

Now absent from the body
he flies toward heavenly abode
yon celestial clouds
relieved finally from wrenching tubes
soothed against ventilator’s aid
finally liberated to bask with freedom
midst oxygen-abundance
once sufficiently sought and fought for.

Cleared from cares of this world 
toward unclouded days' forever
his serene goodbye left loved ones 
with blessed legacy
marked by Scripture's pledge:
"My God shall supply all your need 
according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."*

*Philippians 4:19 of the King James Bible

February 23, 2023
Edited on March 8, 2023
3rd place, "Each passing cloud" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/18/2023.

The Sun Beats Its Downward Gaze

THE SUN BEATS ITS DOWNWARD GAZE

The sun beats its downward gaze 
Onto a spread-out garden,
Shimmering among the arrayed blossom,
With sultrily humid, sweat-inducing rays,
To break up the encrusted ground.

A resurrected form unbinds itself
From winter's hardening strictures, 
Uncracks the crowded confines
In a stretched, yielding chrysalis
To emerge pristine of shape and hue
Into the burgeoning brightness
Of a gold-gleaming dawn.

Such is the harbinger
Of pleasure, tempered with ease,
Unhurried by the current of time,
And restful as an infant at sleep.

Yet rising from slumber,
Like a phoenix but gradually, in its way,
Not wasting effort or energy,
White-feathered wings grown out from
Broad, strong shoulders.

I watch it become what it always was,
Ready to claim its right to the skies,
Blue, unclouded, sweltering. 

The summer's day melts into 
A forgetful haze of meaning,
Of no need for answers.

The answer lies in nature's glory,
Matching it in every regard,
In tune with the seasons,
Where the cycle of life, death 
And regeneration never breaks.

Outside Life's Vessels

Unperturbed by prevailing circumstances,
Unruffled by the turbulent sea,
Shielded from daunting situations,
Not held by the reins of society’s gratification,
Moving without boundaries.

Unclouded thoughts,
Uncluttered pathway, 
Not tortured by unseen elements,
Not ravaged by the oddity of time,
It’s a seamless flow.

The past doesn’t infiltrate,
Nothing is shrouded in mystery,
No moving back and forth in time,
No strange awareness,
The dual phenomenon ceases to exist.

No fighting an unending battle,
The outside is not under attack,
Gloom doesn’t hold sway,
There are no broken pieces to fit together,
Unrestricted by the earth's pull.

Without the mind and body,
There'll be no story to tell,
Without the mind and body,
We’re a gliding kite,
We're a ceaseless waterfall.




September 18, 2022.

Awakening of Self

Blissfulness upholds the surrounding environment caused by awareness. For every breath taken don’t be mistaken it wasn’t a miss take in for every breath theirs a reason; As is each and every season some taken, yet a lot givin.
The new light of each day I begin by searching myself within while closing my eyes fallowing my breath as it fills my lungs and finds its position.
Eyes weak yet filled with a dark glaze as I ask my 3rd eye to take me away to the place I needa be; there I will surely see what I need to do an who I need to see. 
Strength filled all over my body from head to toe, if ya know ya know. upward ability allow my self to flow beyond all possibilities that I may know.

Rested yet learned all that I needed to know for the path that was shown and where I might roam .
Thoughts of what the next light of day im to uphold shall bring forth.
concluded thoughts that remain unclouded but in sync; here now are such possibilities so clear for such wonder, yet the next step is for thou destiny to spring up an arise as is my vibe.

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