None of That Sounded Like Sex to Me
~Noticing begins to open the mind.
Much like what Sunrise does upon the horizon...
When its light etches the darkness away from night,
With definition seen to highlight one's assisted vision.
And the brighter that light becomes,
An object begins to develop identity and cast a shadow.
As if attached to aid its meaning.
However...
When those clouds come,
And sometimes they do.
Expect some confusion to be done.
Since it will be difficult to determine,
If it will rain.
And...
That just may happen with or without lightening.
And/or no doubt with thunder.~
'With or without...
And slash or no doubt?
Don't they mean almost the same thing? '
~Huh?
What are you talking about? ~
'The lightening and thunder...
If it should come with clouds? '
~WHAT?
What does lightening and thunder have to do with it?
You kids don't listen with your ears or pay attention.
I'm talking about the birth of comprehension.
None of that has to do with lightening.
Maybe a bit of 'thunder' but rarely with lightening.~
'The birth of what?
None of that sounded like sex to me.'
~Your Honor...
If I may have a few words in my defense.
I need to explain why I stand before you today.
You see...
One of us had to be locked up.
So I knew If I 'tried' to knock some sense in his head...
It would be me found guilty! ~
'And Daddy...
That's why it's hard to listen to you at times.
Because you jump from subject to subject!
AND...
Don't worry about going to prison.
I'm going to volunteer to runaway.'
~When? How soon?
You need some money?
How much? ~
'See. See?
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
You're always joking.'
~Son...
Please take me seriously.
That's all I ask.~
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Mother Nature's Fall Dress
Mother Nature's Fall Dress
The wind came up and started to blow
A sky filled with dark and rain coming slow.
Trees swaying touching the ground
The rain still coming but now surrounds.
Lightening slashing the fabric of the sky
Exposing the vestigial virgins, colorful eye.
The river was in a tourmoil with patches of wake
Falls first weather and summer heat to break
The wind picking up almost to a gale
Thunder and lightening with enough rain to fill a pail.
I sit among nature's eventual force
Wind, lightening and dark clouds; of course.
More white caps on the river below
In a few short months we will call them snow.
The butterfly with flapping wings in haste
Wind takes no excuse for being late.
Disneyland could put on a replica of this endeavor
Wind, rain; thunder and lightening and be very clever.
10-28-05 Aho speaks.
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Let Us Be Friends
Let us not be the clouds,
Darkened clouds,
To weep and pour,
At every collision,
As collision are meant,
To mold us,
Not to tear us apart.
Let us not be the lightening,
Electrifying lightening,
to flash the light
at the roaming hearts,
as the roaming is meant,
to discipline us,
not to waste us.
Let us not be the thunder,
Deafening thunder,
To the listening of others,
At the events,
That irritate us,
Either ignore or move on,
Or play the Beethoven,
To the stuffed ears.
Let us be the friends,
To one another,
As the hand,
Pulls up the towel,
When dropped or,
as the hand,
that takes the spectacle,
the moment we wake up,
Let us sort out,
The troubles,
That our friends face.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Mother Natures Fall Dress
The wind came up and started to blow
A sky filled with dark and rain coming slow.
Trees swaying touching the ground
The rain still coming but now surrounds.
Lightening slashing the fabric of the sky
Exposing the vestitial virgins colorful eye.
The river was in a turmoil with patches of wake
Falls first weather and summer heat, to break.
The wind picking up almost to a gale
Thunder and lightening with enough rain to fill a pail.
I sit among natures eventual force
Wind, ligntening and dark clouds of course.
More white caps on the river below
In a few short months we will call them snow.
The butterfly with flapping wings in haste
The wind takes no excuse for being late.
Disneyland could put on a replica of this endeavor
Wind, rain, thunder and lightening and be very clever.
poem by chuck Hurley
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The Abduction
During the early hours of a September night
a storm blew in, whist everyone slept tight.
A clap of thunder chased a lightening flash,
a gust of wind turned a bedroom window’s latch.
The rain was unforgiving, falling heavy, hard and fast,
lightening lit up the sky, as again the thunder crashed.
Into the bedroom a beam of light from the heavens shone,
which lifted and carried away a boy, as he slept on.
Up into the clouds he was taken by this impenetrable beam,
out of the storm into a silent place, with lights of green.
His sleep was disturbed by a change of noise and light,
as his half opened eyes saw shapes like ghosts in the night.
Believing he was dreaming he once again closed his eyes
content he was safe in his bed until the morning sun rise.
Barely awake he found himself lying on a hard dusty ground,
beneath a mauve sky, with no sun or moon, or clouds around.
A haunting stillness and silence added to his anxious fears,
confusion, panic, and loneliness soon followed with tears.
He decided that he was still asleep facing a dream’s unreality
and wouldn’t accept reality until he awoke in normality.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My Known But Unknown Savor
the black cloud kept getting bigger and bigger
it was right on top of me
wush lightening and missed me by inches
then almost at the same time BOOM thunder rings loud in my ears
I start running and running away
screaming for help but it seemed as if no one could hear me
over the lightening and thunder
I scream again and again being a kid in a world of terror
I keep on running away from the lightening that was attacking me furiously
it was catching up to me
as I tripped I turn onto my back
I couldn’t move
I was scarred stiff
the cloud formed into a face and it was grinning at me
then I said to myself please someone please help me
the next moment I saw your face
asking me to take your hand
I wipe away the hail that has been blown into my eyes from the gushing wind
and said dad is that you
all you said was Becky-Becky Ann take my hand please
as soon as I took your hand I was sitting on a white fluffy cloud
I began to ask questions like
why was that cloud shooting lightening at me,
and how did you know I needed help and a million others
we talked for hours
then once he answered all my questions he said
Becky-Becky Ann I love you and Ethan very much
you are a very strong person and so is Ethan but he just doesn’t know it yet
take good care of him but I have to go now
I love you Becky-Becky Ann and tell Ethan I love him too
and remember when ever you need help
all you have to say is please and really mean it
and I’ll be there to save you
I love you too daddy
I say as a tear ran down my face
that is the day I knew she had died
but I found out that no amount of evil
can out do good and
that my dad is my unknown
but known savor
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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They Too Can Make Thunder Roll
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone wants to shine,
If it means taking less time...
To learn how to do it.
They wish to solicit an assistance,
To reach heights!
With a minimal amount of require effort.
Once it is observed,
And perceived to be easy...
Everyone begins making claims,
They too can make thunder roll.
Lightening strike.
And make snowballs in 80 degree heat.
Everyone believes,
A success achieved can be wished.
While a sitting back to do nothing,
Is a prerequisite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Worlds
Today is overcast- they say it will rain,
They said it would rain last night-
I was lost in thought when the thunder clapped-
Lightening brightened up the sky, though only for a moment-
Then darkness overtook the entire universe-
I am alone in my own world- that is my choice-
I see people everyday- outside of the world I was born in.
These people are strangers speaking a language I understand although
When words are put together in sentences- I cannot relate.
I am speaking of two worlds- one where millions live,
That unsafe, threatening place- and the world of my thoughts that I live in
Nearly all of the time- the one into which I surely believe
Is the one into which I was born, at the time, safe and sound.
Today is overcast- they say it shall rain-
They said it would rain last night, but when the raindrops
Splashed upon the edge of time, I was lost inside of that world of my own.
In that world of my own, where rain never falls,
In that world of my own, children are never born into.
Somebody stole me and brought me here- into the cruel and threatening place
Where millions of deranged and crazy people live-
Somehow, inside that world, I never fit in and
I feel I never belonged.
I would dance in the rain - the rain that they predicted-
I would dance and sing in this cruel world trying to cope until the sky would fall and
I would find myself in that sky, searching for the world into which I was born?
I am searching for always for that magical place that
Presently only exists inside the world of my thoughts.
Some years ago they took me and locked me inside a room they called 'Seclusion'-
A room dreaded by many to be locked inside-but I found peace of mind there,
If such a thing exists and in this room I could build my fantasies and dreams-
Until they released me back into that world that had not been kind to me.
Let it rain and let lightening strike-let the rain wash my tears away-
I guess I will keep dancing and singing in the rain until the sky falls or until
They take me away again and lock me in that room once more and there
I can lose myself into the world I created and listen to the rain fall as the sky falls-
While thunder claps- a beautiful sound that drowns out angry voices and
Lightening strikes, brightening a pathway where some day I dream,
I will find peace of mind without ever having to turn back time.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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For Reasons That Go Unexplained
Shy,
And wise.
Brave and yet so sweet.
Strong with lips so soft.
You make me weak.
And...
For reasons.
You are the Moon and the Stars.
You're Sun and the rain.
Lightening and thunder.
Shy,
And wise.
Brave and yet so sweet.
Strong with lips so soft.
You make me weak.
You are the Moon and the Stars.
You are Sun and the rain.
Lightening and thunder.
Exciting my hunger.
And...
For reasons,
That go...
Unexplained.
You are the Moon and the Stars.
Lightening and thunder.
Exciting my hunger.
For reasons unexplained.
You share with me,
Happiness.
This you do with me.
And that I do believe...
For reasons that go,
Unexplained.
Reasons in my heart,
That remain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope never gave away
Many times
Clouds came and went away
Hope never gave away
Clouds dark and Black
Have come again today
Looming on the sky above
Lightening struck,
With full thunder
The farmer below
Looked at the sky
Tears flowing from the eyes
Praying to God
Bring the rain down
His crops were dying
Without rain
Few shall survive
Famine shall treat
Man, animal alike
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Thunder
Among so big a cloud
In the midst of lightening flashes
Is the voice of God to whom all will bow
For many a mile that is all you’ll hear
And the closer you get
The louder it is in your ear
As lightening surrounds you like a band
Powerful sound waves shake the earth
On which you stand
In so loud a voice it cries
O how puny and small you are
He who bows is wise
So will you bow to him who owns all?
Will you gladly serve Him,
In big things and in small?
So as rain laves
Remember...
Thunder is only a few sound waves
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The World Outside My WIndow
There exists a big world outside-
It rained last night. - Puddles of water reflect the sun rising from
Behind cumulus clouds- A break in the storm-
A cease-fire of the thunder- Lightening strikes my heart with its
Unyielding pain and untamed rage-
I am locked inside a world of my own-
I bravely step over the threshold that
Defines my madness- hoping for a
Break in the clouds and for the sun to shed some light
Upon the darkness that consumes me- People are talking-
Inside my mind without interruption-
If I were to sing, it would be an elegy-
Leave no flowers to adorn my gravesite-
In this war I fight from day to day
Out in the world beyond my front doorstep
An army of three billion soldiers has been declared the enemy-
I am the victim- safety has evaded me- Locked inside the firing zone-
I am captive of intruders who wish to harm me-
Inside my mind, people are dressed to kill.
If I could swim an ocean towards safety,
An island of serenity- I would most likely drown before
I reached the shore of my destiny.
Lightening shall brighten skies blackened with terror,
Though only for a brief moment and then
I am locked back inside that penitentiary of despair-
Inside my mind voices scream and tell me that
They want me dead and if I believed they
Could hear me singing that elegy and were to come to life,
They would leave a bouquet of roses upon my gravesite –
Yellow roses as had grown in my deceased father’s garden-
It rained last night- it is raining now and tomorrow,
Is another day- it is summer and leaves on the trees are greener and
Grasses grow high-I can see from my picture window-
This big world exists outside my front door.
I sing my elegy and hold on to that bouquet of yellow roses-
They bring back so many fond memories and I weep as I
Await another lightening bold to give me- if none but a split second of
Brightens to guide me, as I once more attempt to swim that ocean towards
My destiny, although the rain just keeps on falling-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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There Is A Storm Coming
There is a storm coming.
'How do you know?
I don't see a cloud in the sky.'
Oh...
You will give it attention,
When it comes.
And that's what I'm trying to avoid.
Before that storm arrives.
Now...
I'll ask you that same question,
Again!
Have you been cheating on me,
With someone else?
I am feeling a tension between us.
And if it's got to be that way,
I can leave before lightening strikes...
And thunder begins to roll in.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are THIS That Lives
I feel the thunder.
And it embraces.
I see the lightening...
And its electrical traces.
I am engulfed by wind.
And upon me there is rain.
I am enriched by this.
A nourishment exists.
I reflect inside,
What my eyes witness.
All of what is outside...
Within me sits.
My tears are like rain.
My breath the wind!
The thunder is my movement.
And my brain sparks.
Allowing my words to come from Him!
We 'are' THIS that lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Need Each Other
Whether rain or shine,
I will be there for you;
Whether snow or hail,
I will be there for you;
Whether lightening or thunder!
I will be there for you;
Because we need each other on this love,
And my mind is always on you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Storm
torrents of rain in tormented drops
the clouds are singing ominous
Oh Fortuna Dies Irae
Oh Fortuna Dies Illa
whispers the silent cilog
welcome the lightening be the hearts guest
welcome the lightening strike at your best
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Your Always Missing
Something Strong is living on
Even though you’re gone
When I cry my tears
They create rain for you
Because you’re gone
I’m sitting by the bed side
Where you once laid
Many days I cry my self to sleep
And the rain comes to play with me
All I want is just you near
Missing everything that I want to share with you
Every time I close my eyes
I close my eyes with you
And I see your face next to mine
And the rain is above my head tonight
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Walking in the park
Clouds always gray
Time with you was gone to soon
And theirs only tears and rain
So what is left to say today
Tree’s never swaying
Plants never growing and dancing with you and me
The rain is always here
It’s never that comforting to me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
I just want to see you again
Singing a song with me
Never again to dance in the rain not without you I won’t
No more playing for me
But the rain is playing with me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Never to hear the silent cries
Only angels seem to hear
I’m guessing your up their too
But is the rain playing with you
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing today
Your always missing from me
And the rain is crying with me
Montana’s Open Sky
Have you ever been to Montana
And observed the open sky?
Let me tell you, it’s truly amazing
And I’ll be glad to tell you why
There is nothing at all to stand
In your view to keep you from seeing
The open clear and beautiful
Sky with its fresh real meaning
You can see the sky so plainly
And when the sun rises up in the morn
The colors so pure and true mix with
Fluffy clouds as they drift and adorn
The sunsets as they dropp down
Are astounding with bold open colors
Nature’s canvas designed for us
That are unlike any others
I watched one early morning
As lightening streaked across the sky
And an enormous clap of thunder
Startlingly captured by my ears and eyes
I hope you too will be able
And yes, lucky enough to find
The big open sky of Montana
Such excitement and peace of mind!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Of Names
To first take notice of my name
Is wanted, when the eyes and ears matter;
Sleeping in the night is heavier than replies,
Stories of ancient nature shall be wept in dreams,
Dark thoughts enter minds on the second time.
Too much meaning is a glass-like object,
Easily broken when falling,
The name takes awe as if the sky has rain,
Thunder strikes in the heart,
Lightening is felt for the weather is such.
Gentle presentations have names to them,
Highest mountains shall be fountains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Storm Clouds
Shapes of clouds in the sky
Are seen as pictures by the human eye.
But when the wind does gently blow
Those shapes into other pictures go.
Storm clouds do not pictures make,
But blacken the skies and makes us wake
To listen for thunder and see lightening too,
And hope that without more ado,
The storm will break, the sun appear,
The black clouds will disappear,
And once again the sky’ll go blue
To bring more pictures for me and you.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 25 October 2003
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Despite the beauty of the moon, sun and the stars, the sky also has a threatening thunder and striking lightening.