Between The Clouds
When you see the rays of the sun
streaming down between the clouds,
are they the stairways to heaven
we all talk about.
That golden glinting staircase
which leads to paradise.
I like to think so
every time I see the sun streaming
through between the clouds.
20 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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If clouds could talk
If clouds could talk
what would they say
Would they criticize us
or wish us a good day
If clouds could talk
would they single out me, or you
For what we have done
or what we failed to do
Would they smile at one
and then frown on another
Speak softly to a lady
and deeply to her brother
Why does just watching clouds
seem to ease our fears
And do you think raindrops
could be tears
If clouds could talk
what a world this would be
I wonder what they would say
to all of us, or just you and me
Terry M
Sunbeams
The warming rays
streaming on the freshness
of the morning
The slanting rays
trembling between
the green leaves
The guiding rays
sneaking from the arched
roofs of the trees
The shimmering rays
spreading on the curtain panels
of the windows
The scorching rays
flaring on the barren
dry fields
The crimson rays
touching the bare path
like beads of rubies
The outward light fades
while the inward light
gleams to enlighten us.
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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If Paradise
If paradise is half as nice
as being here with you,
then I won’t mind being there
when my days here are through.
If paradise holds half the beauty
I see before my eyes in you,
then paradise must be
a wonderful place to see.
We talk of paradise being heaven,
but my real paradise
is when you hold me
in your loving arms with care.
6 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Rain or Shine, It's Divine
The golden fiery eye rises
In the east and sets in the west
And shines for a day in between;
Although at times there may be clouds
That shrouds its penetrating rays
From us, we know its radiance
Is like a god that can’t be seen
But still feel his omnipresence.
And when the heavenly tears fall
From the sky, they are tears of joy
Not to be confused with sadness
For this god is a loving god
That showers all of us with love
Yes, even the nonbelievers.
Rain falls from heaven.
Behind the clouds the sun shines
Patiently in wait.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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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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From The Clouds
You can watch me
From the clouds in heaven
While you sleep in the clouds in heaven
And I am sure that you have a nice bed in the clouds in heaven
Because that is where your bedroom is in heaven
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Blue Rainbow
dreaming of streaming blue rainbow
heartfelt without it's flow
drink a cloak of finest wine
the thing the floating yellow pliers told you off
welcome to the clouds
poem by Joseph Owen Williams
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Sunset In Winter
The amber glow as day begins to die
Behind a darkened hill that lies to west,
Where trees that silhouette against the sky
March on like lines of soldiers on its crest.
And where the amber meets the fading blue
And tinges it with golden streaming light,
With painted colours these last rays imbue
The western sky, before the fall of night.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Cloud and atmosphere
Clouds appear
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere remained
Uncontaminated by clouds
Clouds is not always present
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere exists
Even when there is no clouds.
There is no clouds
There is atmosphere
There is no atmosphere
There is no clouds
Clouds is atmosphere
Atmosphere is not clouds.
Atmosphere exists in its own beings
Clouds has no separate existence
You are my atmosphere
I'm your cloud
Pray
Make me always clear
And in good use.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning
Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
They look as if they saw that golden face
That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace.
Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.
For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold,
Their prayers return with blessings manifold.
poem by John Bunyan
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There's Still Sunshine Above The Clouds
If you look through the clouds
the glare is there
manifesting its heat
upon the cotton air
Squeezing light
into the crevices
sending its rays
upon the services
And once the clouds descipate
it's sunshine in its purest state
for the cycle repeats with thunders a loud
but there's still sunshine above the clouds.
Charlie Vergara
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poem by White Tiger
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About you
about the sun I do not talk to the rays
I let them touch me I let them warm me
and I never never say a word
about the clouds I do not talk to the fogs
I let them take me I let them dress me
and I never make a single move
about the colours I do not talk to the rainbows
I let them ask me I let them paint me
and I never never give any answer
about you I never talk to anyone
I let them see the shine in my eyes
but I never give a single clue
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Cry Clouds Cry (Haiti Tribute)
Cry clouds cry
tears from the heaven
showers the land as many die
so cry clouds cry
Bodies piled up in count
as many died
earth trembled beneath feet
as the heavens abide
so cry clouds cry
Children left with no hope
families broken apart
left a void in our heart
as masses quake and buildings
shake as relationships break
so cry clouds cry
Black rain fall from the sky
as to many die
all cause of so much lies
so cry clouds cry
It hurts to know you care
and for that we always hold you near
thousand left this world but we still bear
as the voice of the nation we began to hear
so cry clouds cry
Let your voice be heard
though it was observed
it brought our nation together
and that was well deserved
so cry clouds cry
poem by Robert Roberts
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Zion
She stood-a hill-ensceptred Queen,
The glory streaming from her ;
While Heaven flashed her rays between,
And shed eternal summer.
The gates of morning opened wide
On sunny dome and steeple;
Noon gleamed upon the mountain-side
'Thronged with a happy people ;
And twilight's drowsy, half closed eyes
Beheld that virgin splendour
Whose orbs were as her darkening skies,
And as her spirit, tender.
Girt with that strength, first-horn of right,
Held fast by deeds of honour,
I ler robe she wove with rays more bright
Than Heaven could rain upon her.
Where is that light-that citadel
That robe with woof of glory ?
She lost her virtue and she fell,
And only left her story.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Like An Angel
Oohh, do-do do-do-do
Da da da da da
Things that you used to say now take on different meanings you realise
Cant be to careful about the lines.
Come on you know youre not so young you cannot hide behind disguise
Listen to your own desire.
Eyes like an angel - so wise, dont lie
You never felt like this before.
Fly like an angel - so high this time,
You send your senses streaming free.
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Places you used to go when you were young look different in the dark,
Dont you worry its o.k.
And maybe I can help you find your way tonight I think you will agree
Summer reasons run away.
Eyes like an angel - so wise, dont lie
You never felt like this before
Fly like an angel - so high this time
Youve got your senses streaming free
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Oh I hear your heart beating even faster now than mine
Now you know just what I mean.
So take your place among those twilight gleaming rivers that you read
Give me reasons to believe
Eyes like an angel - so wise dont lie
You never feel like this again
Fly like an angel - so high this time
You send my senses streaming free
Like an angel... da da da-da
Like an angel... da da daa
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Paradise Of Heaven
A candle lit table for two
with the lights dimmed low,
two lovers with glasses raised
sit there and coo
as the food and night slip away
into the paradise of heaven,
heaven here on earth.
Passions flare with the warmth
of a new days sun as the paradise of heaven
is only an arms length away.
Lips touch with tenderness
under the candle light
as all around them fireworks explode in the night
as they enter into the paradise of heaven.
1 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Clouds And Moods
Puffs of clouds covered the sky
Like my thoughts of you and I.
At times I could see and think clearly
But my mind would get weary.
Those puffs of clouds would take control
And my heart it would hold.
It’s amazing how it could be
That the clouds are like you and me.
When the clouds get dark and grey
We become defensive in every way
And the fights come into play.
And when clouds are a misty white
I want to make love to you day and night.
And when the clouds look like ripples in the sand
I want to squeeze you and hold your hand.
And when the clouds completely cover the sky
I thank god you’re by my side.
poem by Louis Rams
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Reverie: The Orchard on the Slope
1 Thin ridges of land unploughed
2 Along the tree-rows
3 Covered with long cream grasses
4 Wind-torn.
5 Brown sand between them,
6 Blue boughs above.
. . . . .
7 Row and row of waves ever
8 In the breaking;
9 Ever in arching and convulsed
10 Imminence;
11 Roll of muddy sea between;
12 Low clouds down-pressing
13 And pallid and streaming rain.
poem by Raymond Knister
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Angel (DJ J.-Fallen-Angel-mix)
Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave, an angel's choir
You look to heaven and wonder why
No one can see them in the sky
Just as the clouds have gone too sleep
Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Angel's live, they never die
Apart from us, behind the sky
They're faded souls who've turned to ice
So ashen white in paradise
Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Just as the clouds have gone to sleep
Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
Alone in fear they question why
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Goddamn not an angel when I die
Heaven must be hell in the sky
song performed by by Rammstein
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The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door
The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;
There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.
The red coals click beneath the flame, and see, with slow and silent feet
The hooded shadows cross the woods to where the twilight waters beat!
Now, fan-wise from the ruddy fire, a brilliance sweeps athwart the floor;
As, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:
As, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door.
Dull echoes round the casement fall, and through the empty chambers go,
Like forms unseen whom we can hear on tip-toe stealing to and fro.
But fill your glasses to the brims, and, through a mist of smiles and tears,
Our eyes shall tell how much we love to toast the shades of other years!
And hither they will flock again, the ghosts of things that are no more,
While, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:
While, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door.
The tempest-trodden wastelands moan - the trees are threshing at the blast;
And now they come, the pallid shapes of Dreams that perished in the past;
And, when we lift the windows up, a smothered whisper round us strays,
Like some lone wandering voice from graves
that hold the wrecks of bygone days.
I tell ye that I ~love~ the storm, for think we not of ~thoughts~ of yore,
When, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door?
When, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door?
We'll drink to those we sadly miss, and sing some mournful song we know,
Since they may chance to hear it all, and muse on friends they've left below.
Who knows - if souls in bliss can leave the borders of their Eden-home -
But that some loving one may now about the ancient threshold roam?
Oh, like an exile, he would hail a glimpse of the familiar floor,
Though, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door!
Though, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door!
poem by Henry Kendall
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