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Stratocumulus
Low cloud on the horizon
What an atmosphere

haiku by Ernestine Northover
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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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Life of a Cloud

Warming thermals whisper as they rise,
To tell us they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.

Powder puffs emerge to grant her grace
That further bloom as would for stately tree, and
Yield a sight that calls for our embrace:
Another cloud anew above the lea.

Cruising forth, she yearns for ageless life.
O how her hopes will soon be dashed in vain,
For up there in the cold she courts her strife,
To fade away as drops of closing rain.

Scant and lacy speak her living span,
And fair among us could be brought to mourn,
But she was there to populate her clan:
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.

Copyright © Mark R slaughter 2010

A cloudy sky

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What Is 'It' That Keeps This

Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.

And when the moon is full,
At night with stars twinkling bright...
A quietness seems to hush,
All that the Sun rises to rush to us...
At dawn to bring daylight,
Silently with a gentle touch.

Many observing in the morning,
Have come to love so much this touch!

What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!

Azure is the color of the clear sky.
And I wonder what in the atmosphere,
Keeps it blue like this...
And when the Sun comes to set,
The blue leaves on the horizon...
With magnificent hues,
That takes away breaths.

What is 'it' that keeps this,
So fresh and renewed?
What is 'it' that keeps this,
As if to gift me and you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Walking home from town

The sulphur sky stretched from horizon
to horizon above me
without a cloud to be seen
or a speck of a single bird,

just the blazing white-hot sun
frying down in the breathless hot air
while we walked from town,
being without a car

and your iris coloured purple blouse
and denim blue mini skirt
more than suited you
and you looked cool as ice

while the sun was squelching me
and little streams of sweat
was running down my face,
my chest and arms.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Atmosphere of nature

The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new

It’s the atmosphere of nature

When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away

It’s the atmosphere of nature

Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby

It’s the atmosphere of nature

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too

It’s the atmosphere of nature…

poem by Maryam Kazmi
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The atmosphere of nature

The field is green
The sky is blue
The sun is shining,
I feel so new

It’s the atmosphere of nature

When the sky is grey
Thundering and lightning
Predators catch there prey
Except some that got away

It’s the atmosphere of nature

Its light and its morning
I can hear the birds singing
And the children’s laughter
Swaying away like a lullaby

It’s the atmosphere of nature

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
Nature is too

It’s the atmosphere of nature…

poem by Maryam Kazmi
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Clouds By Number

Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy,
Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight,
Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's
Silver lining,
Although it was saturnine.
Cloud Six lived a life in a daze,
Dozing in the sun's rays;
While Cloud Five held a bellyful of rain
That it wept onto
The arid plain.
Cloud Four came out of nowhere,
Hugging Cloud Three,
Making way, hurriedly, for Cloud Two,
Who shot lightning and thunder,
And like a magic trick
Became Cloud One.
The Great Funnel Cloud,
Who left nothing after its short reign
But a painful memory and a swollen path to be filled with regrets.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Can’t Breathe This Greed Industrialization

atmosphere
provide
oxygen

atmosphere
provide
carbon dioxide

atmosphere provide
for plants animals
seal in an ecosystem

atmosphere
guardian part
of water cycle

complex interactions
elements in atmosphere
without atmosphere

there would
be possible
no life at all

give me a little
of my God given air
of my God created air

give me a little
so i may breathe in renewed
complex wonder of creation

pollution sticks in my throat
burns eyes throat burns
mankind is burning creation

can’t breathe this
greed
industrialization

give
me less greenhouse
gases

earth pump
as God created
engineered

give me
a little
clean air

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.

quote by Elizabeth Gaskell
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Beyond the horizon

sea and sky
the horizon

casting the line
beyond is god
marking this life
from the next

to understand
where we go
after this life
we can go chase
the horizon

seeking knowledge
it is a trip
and not a desination

the pleasure
is in the sea
of experiences
unraveling each
new mystery

beyond the answer
hides another answer

beyond the horizon
another horizon

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Get Off Of My Cloud

(mick jagger and keith richards)
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy whos all dressed up like a union jack
And says, Ive won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
The telephone is ringing,
I say, hi, its me. who is it there on the line?
A voice says, hi, hello, how are you?
Well, I guess Im doin fine
He says, its three a.m., theres too much noise
Dont you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this,
And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very quiet and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just like
A flag stuck on my window screen
I say, hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Hey! you! get off of my cloud
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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We Owe You Four Weeks of Bliss

Finally,
From where we sit...
Light has begun to filter in,
From once darkened windows.

'It is good to hear such good news!
It is terrific to see the Sun upon the horizon again.
Isn't it? '

You have no idea.
Since we began mailing...
The 'We Owe You Four Weeks of Bliss' announcements,
In dazzling colored brochures.
A few days ago?
Thousands have not bothered to show up,
To block out the natural light at street level.
Allowing us to determine how best to satisfy their needs.
And finding the atmosphere,
A little easier to breathe these days.
Even though the printing of the brochures,
Has not been cost effective.

'It is good to hear such good news!
It is terrific to see the Sun upon the horizon again.
Isn't it? '

Yes.
Since adopting this new sytem,
Everyone seems to be more encouraged.
More stimulated and patient,
To know we are doing the best we can...
To revive their visions of a brighter tomorrow.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Window Of My Soul

Through the window of my soul
I see that the drought continues
I am walking through a dry and dusty land
And my bones are indeed growing old

I am in the midst of the hottest summer
And the humidity has sapped my soul
I look out upon the horizon of my Spirit
The is not a cloud in sight

I shall stand upon the Holy mountain
And shout out to the Lord my God
I shall dash my idols on the Rock
And declare the wondrous works of the almighty

And from beyond the mountain, a cloud appears
Thick and heavy with the rain
I am totally dependent on the Lord
And I am drenched with His life once again

poem by Frank McEleny
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Now You Know

You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud.
Now you know what you did not want to know.

No longer the pathless destiny,
comes near you, you go towards the
bushes to collect the ash, the burnt out
remains of a theme, a design, a horizon.

In memory of books, which are not read
by anyone now. Pages lay wounded. Black
stones trying to hear the sounds of dawn.
The tremors were increasing in the swampland.

The wolves were in howling rage. A daring
gift of death, tormenting the spirit, human
flesh, you watch through the twilight,
through the terror of betrayal. Each tear drop
sacrifices the eternity.

poem by Satish Verma
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A New Horizon

Coming above is a new horizon, for all who are found in The Son,
But this horizon you can not see, as this horizon friend, is Eternity.
The Son is The Lord Jesus Christ, and the horizon is Eternal Life.
And no man can truly conceive this new horizon for all who believe.

This new horizon has much to behold, in a world that won’t grow old,
This world will be awesomely bright, for Jesus Christ will be the Light.
With this new world being totally pure, it shall endure forevermore.
Sin and darkness will be no more, they will be absent forevermore.

This new horizon was meant for all, to put behind man’s sin and fall,
This New Paradise that has no time, for it is Eternal by God’s design.
And even our bodies, racked with sin, are being renewed from within.
Although we have spiritually died, are new bodies shall be Glorified.

By God, Eternal beings we were made, this is why we’ve been saved,
God saved us from the Eternal Fire, for this my friend, is God’s desire.
Christ died so we won’t perish, and He is the one to eternally cherish.
For it’s only through God’s Son, that we can enter His Eternal Horizon.

To enter into Heavenly Paradise, it must be under the Blood of Christ,
His atoning work will wash your sin; you only have to believe in Him.
You will enter Paradise for sure, when you fully trust Christ as Lord.
But if you reject God’s Only Son, you will be facing a bleak horizon.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Puffy Cloud

Drift away on a puffy cloud
Go away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Float away on a cotton ball
We write songs about the clouds
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Drift away on a puffy cloud
Go away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud

song performed by by Ween
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Puffy Cloud

Drift away on a puffy cloud
Go away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Float away on a cotton ball
We write songs about the clouds
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Drift away on a puffy cloud
Go away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloudy cloudy cloud
Cloudy cloud cloudy cloud

song performed by by Ween
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You Have Lived

You have lived such a gentle life upon this earth
that I am stunned by your sight.
If I could give but a token of the love you have,
then I might not be this lonely tonight.
Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
Oh, there are so few brave one's like you. Need I explain?
Never wondering what to do, what to venture, what to gain.
And, you have loved, in a total way, from flesh to soul.
You speak, without coy without pose.
Your eyes can see that the emperor has lost his clothes.
And what's more, you'll tell the whole world what he stole.
Let them have their fad and their fix, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.
I love you for your courage in this frightened atmosphere.

song performed by by Don McLean
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There Are Silences

There are silences
born of stillness;
others that are discovered
when something snaps:
a cloud,
a stick,
a thought.
(A life) .

Some voluntary.
Some enforced.

That boat
on the horizon
makes no sound
though it cuts the sea
in two.

poem by Brian Taylor
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Just Over The Horizon

Just over the horizon
there's a love that waits for me.
Just over the horizon,
the place that I can't see
is where we'll meet again my love
and then we will be free
to share again the warmth of love
to shine upon our face.
I look toward that horizon
somewhere out in space.

I am comforted in the knowing
that what I felt with you
is burning brightly every day
right beyond the blue.
There is no end to a love like ours.
There's only another start.
So wait for me, my sweet one
until I do depart
and travel over the horizon
to meet you with a kiss.
It will all come together for us
into eternal bliss.

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poem by Edwina Reizer
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