Storm Cloud Chasers
Storm cloud chasers.
Those folks in constant reaction mode,
Oppose to those proactive who lead...
Seeing the Sun,
Before them come...
With a desire.
Storm cloud chasers,
Are quick to say...
'We most pray our troubles away'.
Instead of creating them knowingly,
In the first place.
Then become afraid to face them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black cloud in a storm
Black cloud in a storm
I fell lkie a black cloud in a storm.
But stuck in the storm I am.
So depressed so sad.
Hurt angry and alone.
Death now will be the end of me.
I cant live another day.
Another day in the storm.
I want to go to sleep
And not wake up again.
So so very tired.
I'll always be in the storm.
For as long as my heart beats.
When my heart stops beating.
I'll be out of the storm.
And once again free
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Antartica
Im a snow plough, I must now plow on, Im a snow plough, Im a settlers son
Im a storm cloud, rain myself all over the place
Im a storm cloud, gonna wipe that smile right off your face
There must be one place left in the world
Where the mountains meet the sea
There must be one place left in the world
Where the waters real and clean
Im a landslide, Im a downhill run, Im a landslide, open seasons just begun
There must be one place left in the world
Where the skin says it can breathe
There gotta be one place left in the world
Its a solitude of distance and relief
There gotta be one place left in the world
Im a short fuse, Im a slow blues
Im a landslide humming, Im a downhill running
There must be one place left in the world, where we can be
(moginie/hirst/rotsey/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The Storm
The Storm is coming
The day when nothing will matter
When troubles will be gone and war will be history
The storm is coming
Make you are prepared
it will come with no warning.
No one will know the day of it destruction
The storm is coming
Feel it's wrath
Everything you do now will be meaningless
Everything sticks and nothing is forgotten
The day of judgement is at hand
The storm is coming
Have you taken heed
Have you changed your ways
Have seen the errors you have made
Have you heard the sound of pain you have caused
The storm is coming and those who don't take heed will fall.
The storm is coming
It will be unavoidable
Be prepared and be afraid
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Antarctica
Jim Moginie/Rob Hirst/Martin Rotsey/Peter Garrett)
I'm a snow plow
I must now plough on
I'm a snow plough
I'm a settler's son
I'm a storm cloud
Rain myself all over the place
I'm a storm cloud
Wipe that smile right off your face
There must be one place left in the world
Where the mountains meet the sea
There must be one place left in the world
Where the water's real and clean
I'm a landslide
I'm a downhill run
I'm a landslide
Open season's just begun
There must be one place left in the world
Where the skin says it can breathe
There's gotta be one place left in the world
It's a solitude of distance and relief
There's gotta be one place left in the world
I'm a snow plough
There has to be one place left in the world
I'm a snow plough
One place
One place left in the world
I'm a short fuse
I'm a snow blues
I'm a landslide hummin' I'm a downhill runnin'
There must be one place left in this world
Where we can be
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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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
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Top Man
This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We are having freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
On the terraces is it swinging
He's a monkey on the roof
You've seen him on the telly
So let me introduce you're host tonight
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
In a crowd it's hard to spot him
But anonymity can cost
He's never cheap or cheerful
He's hugo and he's boss
He's riding through the desert on a camel light
And on a magic carpet he'll fly away tonight
Open sesame
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. sees her in double
T.o.p.m.a.n. then pukes on the pavement
T.o.p.m.a.n. likes her all clean and shaven
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n. on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n. guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n. shooting guns on the high street of love
song performed by by Blur from The Great Escape
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A World Worth Living In
One who claims that he knows about it
Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,
And think it a world worth living in.
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Whatever you want, if you wish for it long,
With constant yearning and ceaseless desire,
If your wish soars upward on wings so strong
That they never grow languid, never tire,
Why, over the storm cloud and out of the dark
It will come flying some day to you,
As the dove with the olive branch flew to the ark,
And the wish you've been dreaming,
it will come true.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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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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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Slow Folks
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.
They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Big Sky
They look down
At the ground,
Missing.
But I never go in now.
Im looking at the big sky.
Im looking at the big sky now.
Im looking at the big sky.
You never really understood me.
You never really tried.
That cloud, that cloud--
Looks like ireland.
Cmon and blow it a kiss now,
But quick,
cause its changing in the big sky,
Its changing in the big sky now.
Were looking at the big sky.
You never understood me.
You never really tried.
This cloud, this cloud--
Says noah,
Cmon and build me an ark.
And if youre coming, jump,
cause
Were leaving with the big sky.
Were leaving with the big sky.
And we pause for the jets--
Hup! hup!--in the big sky!
You want my reply?
What was the question?
I was looking at the big sky.
Tell em, sisters!
Rolling over like a great big cloud,
Rolling over with the big sky!
Rolling over like a great big cloud,
Rolling over with the big sky!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Talent
Talent differentiat
Ice and cold
Waves and water
Air and storm.
Water is not sea
Sea is water
Cloud is not sky
Sky is cloud.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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What Hope For Man When His Time Is Spend
(in answer to Sally-Ann Murray)
What hope for man when his time is spend,
when life nears its end?
Life has rushed by
and now the journey is almost done,
but the big waves still rush,
as the race of life is still on
and although not yet near to despair,
but in disrepair but not beyond loving care,
shattered the boat rides the streaming sea
heaving up and down, still sailing right into the storm
with the tiller man peering
at a cloud filled sky, praying that his course is true
with no time to contemplate,
but only to react to face the sea,
to try and weather the storm
until the storm breaks and spent he reaches endless tranquillity.
[Reference: pearless: A Sonnet Penned by One of His Spurned Sisters by Sally-Ann Murray.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Cloud Nine
(Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong)
[B side of Youngblood YB 1017, 1970]
Settin' at home the nights weren't very pretty
I was born and raised in the slum-filled city
I left home seekin' the job that I never did find
Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'
I'm doin' fine, so very fine, on cloud nine
Listen
Father didn't know the meaning of work
He disrespected momma and treated me like dirt
I left home seekin' the job that I never did find
Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'
I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine
Let me tell you about that
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Fine fine fine
Listen
Folks up there tell me
Said give yourself a chance and don't let life pass you by
You know it's a dog-eat-dog world
Woman it ain't no lie
I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Doin' so fine, on cloud nine
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Oooh
Doin' fine fine fine
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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No More Rain (In This Cloud)
[Intro]
No more rain in this cloud
No more rain in this cloud
[1] - My sunshine has come
And I'm all cried out
And there's no more rain in this cloud
My sunshine has come
And I'm all cried out
And there's no more rain in this cloud
There's no hiding place
When someone has hurt you
It's written on your face
song performed by by Angie Stone from Black Diamond
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Darkness, and everything that make you weep
I runaway from the storm
I'm afraid of the dark
I'm hiding in the hole
Help!
Can you see the light
shines throu' the cloud?
Can you help me escape from the rain?
I'm a human with no bravery
Can you give me a hope
like silver star in the night?
I'm too afraid to sleep
I'm drowning in my tears
Can you save me from killing myself?
I don't want to be lonely
I don't want to be nobody
Can you hear the sound of thunder?
Can you hear my voice?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Storm
Caught in the storm I pray and pray,
Forming a relaxation afterwards;
The storm has been bitter like salt,
For the sea is salt and always water.
Never pray to the sea for it lunges
And it hurts all moments that are experienced.
May the storms that gather be destroyed
By those that gather, and let waves lash
Us in our sleep, the sleep of that hurt.
Dreams have aroused the anger of the sea,
The ocean is teeming with hatred
As the water has accused us, and warned us.
Caught in the storm I pray and pray,
For an event that keeps on saving.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Threat....
the river today
is clear, slow in its flow,
monotonous
the cloud above it
looks for its
face
in today's river
it is this blur that
makes it drift
the river rage is not
totally gone
tonight it shall tell the
moon
what are some possibilities
of anger
it is this anger
that makes the cloud heavy
and it is this heaviness
that makes the rain
that finally makes
the storm
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Night-Piece By Millet
Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
Wind and sea.
Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with glee,
Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud's o'ertaking
Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.
One blown sail beneath her, hardly making
Forth, wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,
Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking
Wind and sea.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Storms of Life
When there’s sunshine and blue sky, we never seem to reason why.
Even when the rains do fall, they come to many as a refreshing lull.
And a fallen snow is picturesque, covering the land in winter’s rest.
But when storms on earth appear, they fill hearts with a quiet fear,
A fear of what may come to be, from a raging storm’s uncertainty.
We walk with the sun on our face, and a wind on our back is placed.
Then there is a quiet just before an awesome storm begins to roar.
With the wind against us friend, it blows and seems to have no end.
We also have storms of life, not from weather, but pain and strife.
There is a fortress in any storm, He is Christ, our Savior and Lord.
Storms of life won’t get you friend, if you know by who they’re sent.
God has a purpose you should know; why in life strong winds blow.
How about the apostles and Christ at sea on a tiny boat off Galilee,
As a small storm came near, it filled the apostle’s hearts with fear.
Christ raised His voice in the boat to calm the storm as He spoke.
Christ said to them “why be afraid, do not you men have any faith? ”
It is good to know at any place a storm is altered by God’s Grace,
And even in the darkest hour, a storm can cease by God’s power.
The storm of life soon will end, if you know Christ as Savior friend.
Until I see Jesus above with you, He my friend will see us through.
(Copyright ©12/2004)