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The Sky

I stare in awe and wonder
How such beauty as the sky
Views the world asunder
And sends rain clouds to cry.

Its ceiling of celestial blue
Protects from a universe.
Sadly, what it can not do,
Is avoid earthly things much worse.

If only it could send a cloud
To guide before each mistake
By whisper or thunder loud
Nights would be less awake.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Simple Beauty

The simple beauty of the frozen sadness
Than tears of the blue is not much less
And not much more than beauty of the clouds
Inside the rain, to rain the flaky crowds.

But green inside the beauty as the winter keeps
Means more than grass of sorrow as the beauty weeps.
And eyes of green can see it in the whisper's ness
As their tears of blue than yours are not much less.

(dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson)

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Awestruck

In the distance peals of thunder
as the skies are rent asunder.
Massed ranks of clouds threatening rain
the lightning strikes and strikes again.
Forked spears of light, electric blue
can pierce the storm clouds through and through
The storm clouds offer no defence.
I know from past experience.
The lightning bolts will win again
and force the clouds to release rain
upon the thirsty earth below.
I watch and wait to see the show.
I watch in wonderment and awe
Although I‘ve seen it all before.

07/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pink Clouds Never Rain

I have never see a pink cloud rain before.
I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart, and
Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
Flushed and lonesome cheek, though
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
Transparent bubbles filled with dreams floating before my very eyes, though,
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river;
I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices
That no one else could hear.
I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have slid down an icy mountainside on a very sunny night.
I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.

I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or have heard angels singing.
I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide,
While thunder clapped, and
These pink clouds could not rain.

Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,
Where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and
A hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains-
And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.

No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although,
I have seen almost everything there is to see-
Some good sights and some bad-
I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although,
Some quiet ones as well.
I have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
The fortress of my own mind, however-
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, and
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….

Claudia Krizay

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Extremes

A little boy once played so loud
That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud,
Said, 'Since I can't be heard, why, then
I'll never, never thunder again!'

And a little girl once kept so still
That she heard a fly on the window-sill
Whisper and say to a lady-bird,--
'She's the stilliest child I ever heard!'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Autopilot

I can sleep, but I won't rest
I'll try to rest, but I'll only sleep
My dreams were once my escape
My nights held my happy days

Awake, I was depresed
Alseep, I had energy
I'd cry myself to sleep
Then I'd cry no more
Spreading my wings
I'd laugh under night's sun
Flying around the world
I'd make a hundred friends
Throwing fire and ice
I'd defeat all my enemies

Then I would wake up
And happiness fled
Walking through autopilot
In a world that wasn't real
Looking but never seeing
I'd cry under day's moon
Existing but never living
I'd avoid everyone
Closing my eyes
I'd hide from any enemies

I once rested
In the chaos of my dreams
The loud sleeping happiness
Was better than the quiet waking sadness
But things have changed
In a moment, a lifetime
Awake, I am content
Asleep, I am upset
If I sleep, I dream
When I dream, I fear
Running in terror
Crying in death
I see faces unkown
And know pain unfelt

I once looked for sleep to find rest
Now I avoid sleep so not to lose rest
My heaven became my hell
My hallucination became my shelter
I do not sleep, I do not rest
Tired, but I am happy
A new kind of autopilot
Which existance is worse?
Awake, I fear sleep coming
Asleep, I cannot wake
Never resting, only existing
Life on autopilot

poem by Juvela Obi
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I look at clouds

I look at clouds
which sails past
in the blue sky
and it’s almost as if white
is part of the blue colour
and maybe every thing here
is more pure

and yesterday and the rain
from days long
and grey clouds
have disappeared

and the sneeze
that comes
from lawn
that had to be mowed
even Allergex
Cannot stop

and it’s so different
from where you are,
where the air
is much deeper and dark blue
with things much more intense.

Maybe today I long
just a little too much
and look at two toddlers in pink
playing on the grass
next to the road

and I wish
that life could turn back
as it had been,
but I am here
and you are there
and now I have
to sit and stare
at the clouds.

poem by Gert Strydom
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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.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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He has a fairy wife

He has a fairy wife.
He does not know her.
She is the heart of the storm,
Of the clouds that lower.
And as the clouds are torn
Into rain and thunder,
She in her brightness tears
His heart asunder.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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The Rain

I don't know how far I can see
'cause it's all blue water streaming towards me
The sun needs to shine normally
but it's all grey rain
The rain, the rain on me, rain on me
Chorus
So I will find a place, where I can hide from the sky
And I will wait in this place,
'cause I know you're trying to
Open up your sky
Push away the dark clouds and shine
Forget the thunder so loud, don't be afraid
Show yourself ! Don't hide now !
The rain, the rain on me, rain on me
The rain, the rain on me, rain on me
I don't know how high you can see
but it's all grey water falling down on me
The sun needs to shine normally
but it's all grey rain
Chorus

song performed by by Kate Ryan
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When God Cries...

When God cries
The rain comes down
When God is happy
We don’t see a cloud
The sun comes out
And dries the tears
When God is angry
The thunder and lightening appear
When God makes us a promise
He sends us a rainbow
When God is smiling
We see the bright sun glow
When He is sleeping
We see the moon and stars
When God is tired
He sends Jesus to help it not seem so far
Since God loves us
He sent His son
Since Jesus loved us so much
It was finally done

poem by Hillary Unknown
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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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Sonnet: The Cloud

Ye behold me, roaming in the blue sky!
In numerous colors and shapes awhile;
Driven by wind-power, The Cloud am I!
Floating like fleeces for many a mile.

The Rain, I bring to the thirsting earth-ball,
Heralded by peels of thunder and light;
I’m the cynosure of the skyline stall!
The stars and moon dread me during the night.

A pygmy cloud suffices moon to hide;
Sometimes, I block the sun too at noon-time;
Like skied a lion, I roar and I chide,
Bringing thunder-squalls, rain-storms, gales sometime.

I am the Cloud! If not for me the sky
Would be an artless blank page for the eye.

poem by John Celes
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Please Send Me Someone To Love

Heaven please send to all mankind,
Understanding and peace and mind.
But if it is not asking too much,
Please send me someone to love, someone to love.
Show the world how to get along,
And peace will enter, when hate is gone.
But if its not asking too much,
Please send me someone to love,
Pease send me someone to love.
I lie awake nights, and ponder a world of trouble
And my answer is always the same.
That when this man put an end to this damnable sin.
Hate will put the world in a flame - what a shame
Just because Im ... in misery
I dont beg for no sympathy
But if it is not asking too much,
Please send me someone to love,
Please send me someone to love.
Just because Im ... in misery
I dont beg for no sympathy
But if it is not asking too much,
Please send me someone to love,
Please send me someone to love.

song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Honest Men

Were just a stones throw
From burning hellfire
Does anybody know,
Where did all the heroes go?
Weve had our fill of
This gallery of scoundrels,
The leaders of the world,
Those power hungry liars
Rise up and sound the sirens,
Send out the searching powers,
All we need is a few good men
Send the s.o.s. and red alerts
All across the universe
Calling your honest men?
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse.
Wheres your honest men?
In some village, far away,
Or in a little town pub.
High on a mountain top
There must be an honest man
Calling all honest men
Throw out the tyrants,
The aged fat cats
Outlived their usefulness
They have led us to this mess
Make them answer,
Hold them to their promises,
And throw them in the street
If they wont tell the truth
S.o.s. and red alert
All across the universe,
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse,
Wheres your honest men?
To your stations,
Man the ramparts,
The barricades
We need new heroes urgently
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
Call to him
He lives next door,
Across the street
On the upper floor.
Its our only hope we need him now
Send the s.o.s. and red alert,
All across the universe,
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse,
Wheres your honest men
Strike a blow,
Save the ship,
We need a few good honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
S.o.s. across the universe
Wheres your honest
We need your honest
Calling all honest men
Calling out all over the world,
Wheres your honest men
Looking out all over the world,
We need your honest men

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Final Painting

The white cloud passed over the land
there is sea always round the land
the sky is blue always above the cloud
the cloud in the blue continues to move
- nothing is limited by the canvas or frame -
the white cloud can be pictured like any
other clouds or like a fist of wool
or a white fur rose
The white cloud passes a shadow across
the landscape and so there is a passing greyness
The grey and the white both envelop
the watcher until he too is drawn into the picture
It is all a journey from a room through a door
down stairs and out into the street
The cloud could possess the house
The watchers have a mutual confidence
with the approaching string of white clouds
It is beyond spoken words what they are
silently mouthing to the sky
There was no mystery in this - only the firm
outline of people in overcoats on a hillside
and the line of clouds above them
The sky is blue The cloud white with touches
of grey - the rest - the landscape below -
can be left to the imagination
The whole painting quietly dissolved itself
into its surrounding clouds

poem by Lee Harwood
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Sonnet: Life’s A Mix

The sky is blue with fluffy clouds and clear;
It rained all cats and dogs till yesterday;
Bird-melodies on nearby trees, I hear;
How long it will thus stay, no one can say.

The mid-day sun is scorching on each head;
It looks like summer ’midst rainy weather;
The drought had left cattle and plants much dead!
Let Heaven send the monsoon rain, brother!

In life will come both joys and sorrows too;
To stay balanced, we need both friend and foe;
Just take the things as they come up to you;
Our earthly life, we must thus undergo.

But things do happen for the good of all;
God helps each one to get up aft’r a fall!

poem by John Celes
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Quiet Thunder

The whisper comes
so close
feather light
on my face,
warm
to my cheek,
a low
Quiet Thunder.

Whispers
are where intimacy lives
where moments freeze
where time is mesmerizing;
all faculties
peak;
alert
anticipating another
whisper-leaf tone
falling
to my ear
still half asleep.

But the content is clear;
someone is whispering
'I love you'

Only the intimacy
which comes on
whisper wings
floats true.

I imagine
God's first call
was
a whispering one.

That Love's first utterings
were not loud
but soft
rustlings
from a softly lilting heart.

Sadly too.
my moms last words
were whispers;
her breath
wispy
tailing off
whisper lost.

Most of my real moments-
small child hurt
or comforted-
come in whispered tones
or moments said
'You'll be alright.'

All in all
its clear
whispers come
when the soul speaks
which is why I listen
to the Quiet Thunder
they represent.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Salvation Lost

Wild and tempestuous fires arise in me,
calling forth the cold regrets which plague every man
The clouds stir and thunder splits the world asunder...
a flash of melted memories
carved into the cookie-cutter shapes
of christmas trees, snowmen, and stars
It is a pretense to the story enacted in my mind
A pre-beginning, looking as if it will mould the rest-
Praises are sung to the mountains and the stars,
no one deeming to notice the whistling whisper,
breathing slow and evenly on the back of their necks
until the hair stands up
The whisper floats above and onward unanswered.
They do not know that they have missed opportunity's quiet knocking.

poem by Poet Dragon
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Ble Savannah

Blue Savannah song
Oh blue Savannah song
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hours
In a restless world
On the open highway
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Blue Savannah song
Oh blue Savannah song
Racing 'cross the desert
At a hundred miles an hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
I'm on my way back and your love will bring me home (Say that your loving will bring me home)
I'm travelling fast and your love will bring me home (Say that your loving will bring me home)
Will I discover that your love will bring me home? (Dream away, darling)
That your love will bring me home? (Yeah)
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hours
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Savannah song
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Savannah song
To you only
To you only

song performed by by Erasure
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Blue Savannah

Blue savannah song
Oh its a blue savannah song
Somewhere cross the desert
Sometime in the early hour
In a restless world
On the open highways
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Blue savannah song
Oh its a blue savannah song
Racing cross the desert
At a hundred miles an hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
Home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you
Im on my way back
And your love will bring me home
Im travelling fast
And your love will bring me home
Will I discover
That your love will bring me home?
Somewhere cross the desert
Sometime in the early hour
To the orange side
Through the clouds and thunder
My home is where the heart is
Sweet to surrender to you only
I send my love to you