Highfalutin Pollutants
The cloudless sky scarred with contrails
Like cicatrices on a slaves
Backside from numerous lashings.
Back and forth, this way and that way
Flying bombs travel overhead
Leaving in their wake, pollutants
In the form of anomalies:
Man-made, miasmal cirrus clouds.
Experts maintain they are harmless
Like our frosty breaths in winter.
Believe that, and I have a bridge
I want to sell you in Brooklyn.
Down on earth exhaust is called smog
Up there it's called condensation?
Where does the Truth lie?
The answer: the clouds
in the form of acid rain.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Contrails
The contrails scar the morning sky
like cicatrix's on a slaves back.
I sit and watch them multiply:
white insidious, noxious tracks
that linger long among the clouds
spreading lethal depositions
never knowing their whereabouts'
but knowing their compositions;
And when the clouds begin to rain
down (acid precipitation)
it's simple then to ascertain
Man's faulty preconceived notion:
That they are harmless condensates;
This is supposed to vindicate?
Meanwhile, a drizzle
began quietly falling
upon fragile earth.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Clouds
Overhead I see the clouds
and know that they see me.
I sometimes wonder when I see them
how it feels to be so free?
Billowy shapes of cotton
that change within my sight
also tend to change my mood
when their movement hides sunlight.
I'm caught up seeing how they change
and always try to view
what object they remind me of
and where they travel to?
I must admit I also love
to see a cloudless day.
Then the clear blue picture of the sky
I wish could always stay.
But if there must be clouds overhead
then let them all be puffy white.
Then maybe I'll see those traveling clouds
in my dreams at night.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Clouds
I watched the clouds up in the sky,
As they drifted silently in the air,
So relaxing and peaceful in that moment am I
That I sat back and relaxed in my chair,
I watch the clouds as they passed me by
With one joyous form after another,
Bringing joy and wonders to this mans eye
If only for myself, and to no other,
The wind it gently gives the clouds a nudge
So they might continue upon their flight,
Unto another persons eyes so they can judge
The shapes and form brought to their sight,
I now see castles of white in the sky above
Followed by a cloud that resembles a tower,
Then I see the face of a long lost love
I am saddened, as now I see a flower,
The clouds I watch they again take form
As now they begin to resemble animals in a zoo,
I now see elephants and giraffes as they transform
And now these clouds becomes a whale and a kangaroo,
The clouds they change mystically in front of me
As though they are trying to play a game,
They show me how my mind and thoughts are free
As they become pictures inside a picture frame,
But now I look and all the clouds they have gone
Their parade is over for this day
As though GOD has erased what he had drawn
As now comes the rain to wash them all away.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Ode of Abigail
Ode of Abigail
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you,
to render your nocturnal forms; hex play,
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay;
Was she a mizzle wraith form, blue bayou,
Drenched form waiting persistent to sway;
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you;
Pelting on fields upwards to skies, eschew,
smiling dream; form made of soul and clay,
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay;
Out on the faraway to hold, April's dew
Referred to aboves, winter clouds of gray,
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you;
Blissful to far, a stare she was, sea view,
redeeming icon and lift, Heaven's display;
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay;
She was unreached, lady agleam on blue,
perceiving Winter's cold raindrops spray,
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you;
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Monday Morning
As the sun comes up between the grey of the rain clouds
Brighter than the streetlights along the industrial parks
I travel slowly gaining foot by foot in the dense traffic
As the buses, trucks and cars fight their way up the bridge
I see beauty on this Monday morning after the rain
While misty drops of water elevated by the tires ahead
Splash on my windshield before illuminating like diamonds
The sun rises in my back welcoming this new rainy day
Harbor cranes like silhouettes along the river shores
Tower high above the freight piers blue and grey on grey
Crossing the bridge high above the city in the midst of traffic
I see the dark waters sleeping very still after the storm
Drops of water lingering on the railing far on the outer edge
Before losing balance and making the journey into the deep
To mingle with the river then travel the short distance to the sea
I dream about flying and diving into cool black waters
About becoming one with the particles of our existence
Surrounded by a vacuum I could start over in a different form
But the traffic merciless pushes me further along into the city
I missed my chance and just smile about the beauty of today
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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It Really Never Was...
the day is getting darker
painting shadows on the wall
broken wings of blue skies
going for a moment
everything's now in the evening
with longings in the deep
and wishes still not happening
the winter
glasses with frosty roses
and perfect days in somberness
in the white weather
every thought
is now alone
reaching to the mountains
faraway
in silences of time
every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back
how do I not be alone
when times are like these
how do I not feel the blues
when the clouds surrounds me
with few landings
into summer thoughts
every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back
the winter
comes soft and sweet
with clean glisten thoughts
and snowflakes that never stop pouring...
when it gets cold outside
the winter
oh the winter
how fresh it can get
how cold it can get
it really never was...
full of romantic
it just has these surprises
in the weather
that can't hold back
the clouds that surrounds me
it really never was...
just the winter
it really never was...
just the winter
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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The Extrardinary Girl
She's an extoraney girl
In a ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
She's all alone again
Whipping the tears form her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To amyone willing to buy
He steals the image in her kiss
Form her hearts apocalypse
Form the one called whatsername
She's all alone again
Whipping the tears form her eyes
Somedays he feels like dying
Somedays its not worth trying
Now that they are both are finding
She gets so sick of crying
poem by Xanadu Trevino
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Celestial Warfare
The sun has fallen to rest,
And the moon shows up to play,
Clouds glaze the skies,
Racing with the arctic winds,
Attacking the lunar sphere,
Skies turn to black,
It seems the moon has died,
'What fallacy is this! ',
the Moon exclaims,
Reflected light piercing through the clouds,
'I will not leave this plane! '
Stars join in the brawl,
Flash of light radiates the earth,
a Star victim to the clouds.
Sun
The lantern of earth awakes,
Moon and Stars flee,
this Solar star perforates the Clouds,
Its sword a burning flame,
the Clouds counter with thickening,
the Sun struggles to maintain,
And unleashes its true prowess,
a Red Giant is formed,
the Clouds meet their demise,
the giant grasps them,
With its mighty flair,
Hungry for growth,
It turns on the moon,
David vs. Goliath,
Darkness falls upon our earth,
Cloudless skies raining Red,
the Moon has killed itself.
poem by Brandon Griffee
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I chose you, only mine and our's
I chose you,
I chose you, Oh spirit of truth,
The world's people form all their Conspiracy,
And I be here, their Disguise is too much of a lie,
Why we cry?
I chose you, Oh numerous Creation's,
And the world be envy that love,
That our Supreme belief in truth,
Became their Disguise,
The Society of today is an immoral flux,
That salvation is hard on earth, for it's like hell on earth for heaven,
Profanity and Heaven, do they seem similar,
No! I reject,
That these old verses from Christ washed Creation's,
And we can surpass those who will never take us to heaven,
Other's are hell,
Them they be coming to take us from the Numerous earth,
To eat the hell of profanity from their lies,
All their Conspiracy,
A disguise to sell our BirthRight.
Will Jesus take us to Heaven,
It's really true,
For all my lover's made I profane and lie,
Will they take me to heaven,
Now I really doubt those whom I really love,
Only Jesus will take us to Heaven in a dis Armageddon time's.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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In the Morning
By SJR December 1,2008
The varying layers of clouds would not evade my attention.
Dark clouds, high clouds, fluffy clouds, wispy clouds –
The sky was a myriad of different formations.
Pervading through them all however,
was a diffuse gray form extending from earth to
Heaven and moving swiftly through the land –
It was amazing to watch!
And I could only reflect on the Spirit of God,
Moving swiftly across the earth,
Always present, filling all of space,
Not necessarily noticeable from within,
But ever active, moving with power and love.
'God is able to do immeasurably more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of, according to His power that is at work within us' Eph 4: 20
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I will always remember you SJR!
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War Song
In the morning when you wake up
You've got planes flying in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
All the lies in your eyes
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
They shot George Wallace down
He'll never walk around
Our mines are sleeping in the sea
Blow those bridges down
And burn that jungle down
And kill those Vietnamese
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
In the morning when you wake up
You've got planes flying in the sky
Flying bombs made to break up
All the lies in your eyes
There's a man says
he can put an end to war
song performed by by Neil Young
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Truth Is..
Truth is..
Thunder in the night,
a firefly in flight.
Truth is..
In its purest form rare,
very seldom do they spare.
Truth is..
The light at end of tunnel
Shattering or very subtle
Truth is...
Clear as cloudless sky,
blue as ocean far and wide.
Truth is..
The calm before the storm,
not in any different form.
Truth is..
Opening our eyes,
is 99% surprise.
Truth is...
painful, devastating,
or uplifting levitating.
Truth is..
what we want to hear,
and most times is what we fear..
Dont understand they say the truth
is what will set you free,
but how will I escape
if they keep lying to me?
poem by Trystian AmedeeJones
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Pareidolia- A Way of Perception
A depressed Guy
Was staring at sky,
Abruptly a form popped up
Assembled from
The lonely wandering clouds,
Appeared to him
Weeping inconsolably;
Suddenly, the warm joy welled up from within,
And the same clouds colluded to carve out,
A laughing form.
(Pareidolia is the phenomenon of finding familiar images in random scenes, like faces in clouds or religious icons in root vegetables)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
24/05/2009
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A Sudden Downpour
Rain beats down on the window pane
As the flood gates of Heaven suddenly open
It is pouring out in torrential flow
Like a Reservoir, all at once, broken
It has come down as a welcome respite
To fan away the humid sweltering heat
It falls in drops and flows in rivulets
Washing the dust of summer drought
With a sudden burst from the weight laden clouds
It lashes down in steam and fury
Plummeting to form ripples in puddles
And filling pools and ponds in hurry
In slanting sheets, it almost pounds
Flooding roads and making puddle
Gushing through pipes and rushing down drains
Water floods, causing men to waddle
Rain has its abode in heavens so high
And hides behind clouds of mournful gloom
In silver strings, it spans the Earth
And cleanses the plants in resplendent gleam
Sudden is the wind, coming to shoo away the clouds
And the sky is once more cerulean blue
As the music stops and the humdrum stills
The water seeps, giving no evident clue.
After an angry couple's furious fight,
As the house goes back to an uncanny calm,
The rain has vanished, leaving little trace
Cooling the Earth and causing no harm
poem by Valsa George
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Winter Rainy Day
It is still raining
It is pouring rain
It is chilly and windy
It is winter day
The thick dark clouds
hanging over the sky
The gloom fills the air
You hear the humming sound
of falling rain
It is winter day
The sun behind the clouds
have shied and disappeared
The blue sky have been
painted gray
It is winter day
Winter is magical time of the year
When nature sheds it’s tears
Filling us with emotions
Bringing water
to the land and lakes
Just a reason we thank
The winter rainy day
poem by Sherif Monem
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Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
Feeding lies directly into Thy veins
A blanket of white lies covers Thy soul
An Acid-colored Winter blizzard wanes.
Thy heart is clouded with uncertainty
Confusion is pumped throughout Thy mind
Blurring Thy vision like a cold winter storm
Leaving sanity far behind.
Feelings of fear and pain alike
Sting like acid vapors swirling inside
What could cause this fear filled joy
Leaving my emotions bound and hogtied?
The very first time we kissed
Left Thy emotions torn apart
Leaving a helpless void inside
Like an Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart.
poem by J.R. Reynolds
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A Place Called Eden
There was a paradise that ruled long ago.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
More beautiful than the human eye can ever perceive;
untainted by humans,
this Place called Eden.
This Garden was eternal, life-giving,
as perfect as the Heavens brought to Earth.
But along came Man,
swept in with a storm,
hiding the sun.
A pummeling rain flattened the flowers
and lightning licked at trees, destroying
this Place called Eden.
The clouds finally parted.
The sun peaked out fearfully, looking down
at Man, who stood alone.
Who felt himself powerful.
Betrayal drowned the Garden.
Mad smiled at his feat:
He had taken over with sin,
this Place called Eden.
Man cursed himself,
Perfection was lost, Misery
had taken over Man as Nature
healed itself for its revenge on the Destroyer.
Man learned self-loathing
and the true power of
this Place called Eden.
Death came to Earth. It punished Man fiercer
than Nature had: any man close
to finding the lost Land
was taken from Earth,
and Man was never to find it again,
this Place called Eden.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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You & The Clouds Will Still Be Beautiful
And every morning before Im awake
I walk around the world to make sure shes alright
And every evening fore I bolt the door
I give the stars a stir to make sure they will spin all night
For I see people who will scratch and spit and kick and fight
And I see nations war about whether right is left and whether wrong is right
And I know storms inside your head can amplify the blight
But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
And every troy with wooden horse
I take to peaceful waters but cant make him drown
And every bastille that gets stormtroopered
Hail to the chief comes rainin, rainin, rainin, rainin down
And Ive seen people conduct lightning down to a summers day
And Ive seen nations playfully hurl snowballs packed with stones and clay
And I know rain inside your head can seriously put a stop to play
But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
So let it rain
And when we see flying saucers, flying cups, and flying plates
And as we trip down lovers lane we sometimes bump into the gate
And I know thunder in your head can still reverberate
But no matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
No matter what the weather, you and the clouds will still be beautiful
No matter what the weather
Yeah
So let it rain
So let it rain
You know you still be beautiful
So let it rain
It doesnt matter what the weather you know youre beautiful
Just let it rain
Youre just, youre beautiful
So let it rain
Yeah, since the clouds all part the clouds just rose
So let it rain
From your pretty little mouth to your pretty little nose youre beautiful
So let it rain
It doesnt matter if the rain wants to fail if the rain wants to fall
Just let it rain
So let it rain
So let it rain
song performed by by Xtc
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Dance In Awe
Dance with me my angel
in the abundent blue called sky
when the sun does wake, or the moon does shine
dance as if no one can be seen
only with the clouds that ignores the eyes of many
but caches the beauty of some
lifting them up to the dance floor called heaven
and prooving that once a person had the power to dance
divine spirits do watch brilliantly in awe. at the beauty of the livings movements
at the angels sweet footsteps and heartbeats we whisper
just close your mind to impossibilitys and open it to your heart
move as if your heart could divinly dance
only with the steps, only to the notes that fit together as if an angel could write
this writing could fly to the minds of the living below
caution of the beauty shown above their heads
and showing them that in fact this beauty can be seen
if only if only they were to look into the morning sky
and see these brilliant clouds
see the movements of the angels breaths their feet
shaking the world with not fear but with love
and poening the eyes of the ones who could not see
showing the dance of the angles above
poem by Kristinahh KIMBER
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Fairytale Rains
For long there’s no rain, for long
The dying soil stretches its tongue
Towards the firmament, begging on its knees
‘Rain, come rain, even if a little, please’!
It’s eons since the clouds squeezed out
The last drops, knowing they’re all in vain
No yield would come of them, no sprout
Horrified they wilted to be never back again!
The race progressed with their grim toil
Forgetting rain is born in the soil
Dreaming of a distant thunder
Yearning the clouds to come asunder!
My grandpa told me a fairytale
That once on earth the rain fell
It washed the body and made souls clean
Lives shot up to make the earth green!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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