Shallow Clouds
The eyes skylarked
through the moderate climate,
the smoke vertiginously suspended
in the kneeling atmosphere
There is a redolent breeze
known to the famished
and thirsty for grandiosity -
A stropped poignancy
To the puny and fragile
the dust mote's dance is no different
from the foreboding wolves
howling for the sky's thunders
I wonder why some things
can never be fortified
by the mangles of iron and fire -
faint and naked, always defeated?
If the mountain range would lay
and the clouds would descend
to unveil the broad horizon
will I finally find your grace?
Are the promises buried
in squalid colors veritable?
Is your variety existent
or but a taste of hope?
My savor is waned, senses
are disembogued and crashed:
hope once,
and suffer for life
In the smoke of the cigarette
and the shabby calm
docked upon its shallow clouds
the dusk would finally succumb.
poem by Norman Santos
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Fire Field
The fire crackled
Then exploded
Flames circled
Close around me
The new light
So close to me
The shield of heat
Captured the cool
Smoke clouds rose
Dissolving the air
As well as my hope
That I could ever win
I closed my eyes
Felt the heat
Then a rush
Of hope
I took the water that was there now
Spilled it all around
Flames melted into dust
Smoke transformed into air
My hope returned
I just won
The fire was gone
And everything was fine
Don't stand too close to the fire
Everyone says
But I have to
Or I'll never know
How to put it out
When it comes again
poem by Bunny Crunch
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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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An Unexpected Ray Of Sunshine
What is this calm enthusiasm flowing before me,
this sunshine of the soul, that shines on my darkness,
eroding the thunderstorm into a warm sunshine,
The funky drops that enthrall and weave me out of my fink,
a silver lining on a warm sky of yellow and pink,
fresh like rainfall on a thirsty windowpane,
a starry plunge into a atmosphere of infinite promises,
an interest that stalks in ease the anticipation
of things beyond the common sense,
I sleep with eyes open, no longer defined by a dot,
a rush into a highway formerly grim,
think i've finally found some hope for tonight!
Retreating To The Coolness Of Life
the sea is calm this morning
and you try a little casual walk
along the shore
you stare at the horizon
you wish a cyclone
a tsunami
a whirlwind
a whirpool
you wish the eye of the storm
you wish for the
hole of the earth to open up
and swallow you
whole
no one of this nature
does it for you, however
the sea is still calm and the sands so soft and fine
the breeze touches your face
the sun ascends and finally on this sunny day
you go back to retrace your steps
find the shade of the tree
retreating to its coolness
now you still hope to find a dream
a body
life is patient and still wanting
you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rainbow Of Clouds
(09/27/11)
Oh! How I love to look at the sky
So many colors that attract the eye.
Blues, grey s , reds, and oranges too
Create such a perfect view.
Especially at dusk or dawn
When new colors are born.
Or when the white clouds look like
Snow covered mountain tops
And the rippling waves that it creates
Puts you at a restful state.
What about the patches of blue
In between the oranges and grey s
And your heart wishing that they would stay.
The skies can create such a therapeutic state
On which so many of us can relate.
Putting our minds and bodies at such ease
Like the feel of a soft gentle breeze.
It also has its black clouds
Covering its face like a shroud.
These dark clouds tend to hide the day
And you never know what will come your way.
But Even the darkest of clouds can bring joy.
The rains that the dark clouds bring
Gives life to everything.
poem by Louis Rams
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Wallflower
A cigarette in the room
a veil of smoke
dislimning a short smile
for the red stars
and blue bulbs
The wallpaper caught
the shadows suspended
in the lattices of time
and made a room
for everyone
Before the wallflower
bloomed and divulged
its redolent presence
there was an oscillating hand
who grazed its petals
and bled on its thorns
But when it had gone
to dissolve with myriad shapes
and shadows of the past
the flower withered
like a bottomless hourglass
The fragrance won't come off
even in evisceration,
even in abolition,
writhing brown and crisp
like a heart disembogued
vying for its old blood
But no one pried
underneath a wallflower
so he waited for the old hands
who held him once
poem by Norman Santos
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Thats All I Need To Know
(alan jackson/jim mcbride)
I had to look through our old pictures
To see the way we used to smile
Before we left love in the closet
Like it just went out of style
Can we pull out those old feelins
Wipe the hurt away like dust
Make love shine the way it used to shine
Find the gold beneath the rust
Thats all I need to know
Do you wanna stay together
Just say lets dont let go
And Ill keep holdin on forever
Have the teardrops that youve cried
Drowned the fire in your eyes
Is there one flame beneath the smoke
Tell me is there any hope
Thats all I need to know
Is it too late to recover
Those old smiles we used to wear
Can we save a love that once was strong
Before it breaks beyond repair
Thats all I need to know
Do you wanna stay together
Just say lets dont let go
And Ill keep holdin on forever
Have the teardrops that youve cried
Drowned the fire in your eyes
Is there one flame beneath the smoke
Tell me is there any hope
Thats all I need to know
Is there one flame beneath the smoke
Tell me is there any hope
Thats all I need to know
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I Did Not Die (Butterfly Vision)
I drempt I was a butterfly
In a hurricane;
The world was the storm,
I just wanted to fly...
The wind controlled
But could not contain me
For I would not quit -
Trees and mountains moved
All was tattered and torn
From the earth's core
To the surface of the moon...
Still I would not quit,
My desire to live, too deep
My heart too sure, too strong...
For years the savage storm raged
On and on...
My wings bent and nearly broken
The suns light gave out, ceasing to shine
Black smoke hid the sky
In that tremulous passing time...
And yet, I refused to die.
Houses crashed
Hearts broke
Indeed, life itself did churn and choke,
All so very lost,
For those who count such cost...
But, not I; No,
I refused to die!
My spirit too strong
My dear dream drempt for so long,
I would not stop
My hope I could not drop
I flew steadily on,
My goal the Western horizon
Where the sun sets bright
And the winds find calm
In the night... and now,
The storm has gone
The dusk so clear
The stars of vision draw ever near
Beckon hope's true dawn,
Sunrise is assured.
Dreams finally realized,
I kept my dream
I would not let it go,
I did not die.
Now, forever freely
May I fly...
I am the air
The wind
The sky!
On my wings shines the sun,
Says it to me: ' Welcome home
Little butterfly, well done.
You never sold your dream, so now
Freedom and lasting love
Are forever yours,
Never again
Will your wings be broken or torn,
By any storm. '
From thus dream
I did there awake,
With a feeling light as air
That nothing has been able to shake.
Now when things around get crazy
And my mind, like my heart
Feels so hurt, its purpose rather hazy,
I close my eyes... and let my soul go
To that far, inner place, where once again,
I am the butterfly
Whom shall never ever die.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Gathering Of Hurt People
what we had on the table was
finally consumed
all the ripe ones even the raw ones
were taken
there was silence
one looks beyond the window
finally breaking the silence
saying, look the clouds are coming
laden with rain
ah, the one who was optimistic
hums a song
an offering for the rainbow
that soon he knows
will show again the colors
the promise that
we shall never be destroyed
again
then we all smiled
we have returned to our hopes
our senses open
like petals blooming for another
day....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Storm Is Gathering
The calm before the break
A building electricity in the air
The howling wind is restless
Like a predator pacing a cage
Barely contained
It waits
Biding its time before
It finally strikes
The clouds are
Gathering 'round
Encircling with
An iron grip
The smell of rain
Permeates everything
A storm is gathering
poem by Autumn Winds
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What Hope Is
What Hope Is
Hope is...the beam of light that shines in the darkness
Hope is...the the diamond buried in the rock
Hope is...the fire burning in the snow
Hope is...the seeds among the lava fields
Hope is...the life among all death
Hope is...the egg laid upon the nest
Hope is...the DNA in our blood
Hope is...the sprouts among the charred ash of it's father
Hope is...the love amidst all the world's hate
Hope is...the heart beating in our bodies
Hope is...the things that we look towards to guide us through our life
poem by Michael Carlson
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Human Chronicles (Part Three)
the fires grow,
fed by broken dreams,
and a sense of helplessness...
but there is hope in this,
there is a distant light!
when we wake up naked,
and see the truth for what it is.
when we look at our enemies,
and see only friends!
when we lay down our gods,
and find the god present
in all that lives...
when we find our differences to be
the fringe on the coat of sameness.
when we finally learn,
that we are indeed
responsible for each other,
and act like it!
knowing, that when one suffers,
all suffer... when one hungers,
all are hungry... when one is in need,
all are in need!
then, and only then,
we will have a chance to survive,
to reach a new day,
to find a real hope.
then, and only then,
will life have meaning,
and love be the way!
this is my prayer,
my chant, my hymn,
and my belief!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Colors Of Life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
Wherever you go
Wherever you may go
Trust in hope, trust in your real friends
Planet colors alive, you hold it in your hands
Realize you have to open your eyes
And Ive learned everything has always two sides
You're not alone
The world is one family
You're not alone
Find your way to be free
You're not alone
Love is the hope to survive
You're not alone
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
See the colors of dreams
They are wild and free
See the colors around
See the colors around
The colors you have found
See the colors of life
See the colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
The colors of life
The colors of dreams
The colors of life
There's a land, there's a place in your heart
Tolerance is the key to make a better start
I've been waiting for my lessons of life
And I've learned everything has always two sides
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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The Hope That I Have Found
I feel strange yet overjoyed
I never thought that there would be any hope for me
Yet I found some
A woman so beautiful and pure
I love her and she loves me
I can’t believe that I’ve finally had success
After all the failure
I’ve finally found the light
I’ve finally done something right
I hope to nurture and grow and revel in this love
I hope that I won’t ever fail her in love
A new man I am
Living in a new phase of life
Finally accomplishing my dream
My dream of having love in my life
This love I have will last for years I hope
She is my love forevermore
My love for as long as our love is real and pure
poem by Alex Fischer
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Song Chorus
Life is funny; so are jokes
life's seasons come like clouds of smoke
some clouds are white, and some are black
some folks shoot dope, and some smoke crack
if life's so profound why am i so lost?
like a bottle on the ocean, tossed
and smacked around by big ol' boats
it's a miracle I've stayed afloat
thus far,
writing
on
a
napkin
in
this
bar...
poem by Ray Quesada
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Obstinacy and Malcontent
Livid and delusional,
Haplessly obdurate,
Like these smoke and mirrors
Distorting the visage of hope
And faith in prayers sent forth
Whilst the coruscations of the past
Inveigles the doom in these eyes
And I exhumed myself alone
In declining my liberation
This obstinacy and malcontent
Deluges with the brine of blood
From angry vessels rooted
And gnarled in the dark corners
Of the cobwebbed heart
Because in this pawned life
Where satisfaction is a drug
To forget the querulous vertex
(To be complete not only in the dark)
The coup-de-grace was a dejection
An unspoken unfaithfulness
That devoured the flame
And the verdigris of the soul
Disemboguing everything
Until the only resolve for pain
Is the sedation in a greater pain;
A wrath that defends
This obstinacy and malcontent
That was once acknowledged
And fortified with sympathy
The resentment of the light
Dislimned the mirror in these eyes
And exhausted the smoky screen
To unfurl that the dark
Had always been underneath
These placidly asleep canopies
Now how do I rectify my truth?
Like these smoke and mirrors
I hid inside myself, unscathed
Groveling for a final clout
So I can shatter into dusts
And finally disappear
In my absolution.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Perfection Of A Dance
the perfection
of a dance comes
only
when you begin
to dance with
me, when you finally
too sing
with me when you
rise with me
like white smoke from
the fire
of our hearts
rushing its red hands
to touch
the highest
part of
the sky
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Other End Of The Telescope (live)
Shall we agree that just this once
I'm going to change my life
Until it's just as tiny or important as you like
And in time we won't even remember we spoke
Words that turned out to be as big as smoke
A smoke that disappears into the air
There's always something smoldering somewhere
I know it don't make a difference to you
But oh! It sure made a difference to me
You'll see me off in the distance I hope
At the other end
At the other end of the telescope
The promise of indulgence in my confidential voice
Approached immortal danger but you'll never know how close
Then down the hall I overheard such a heavenly choir
They interrupted my evil designs
One day you are up in the clouds
The next thing you're down with the Sweet Adelines
I know it don't make a difference to you
But oh! It sure made a difference to me
You'll see me off in the distance I hope
At the other end
At the other end of the telescope
Lie down baby now
Don't say a word
There there baby your vision is blurred
Your head is so sore from all of that thinking
I don't want to hurt you know
But I think you're shrinking
You're half-naked ambition and half out of your wits
Or several tiny fractions that this portrait still omits
Now it's so hard to pick the receiver up when I call
I never noticed you could be so small
The answer was under your nose but the question never arose
I know it don't make a difference to you
But oh! It sure made a difference to me
You'll see me off in the distance I hope
'Cos late in the evening as I sit here moping
With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin
And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open
At the other end
At the other end of the telescope
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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If Hope Were A Human
Hope, anything that one wants, and at
the moment of 'hope' they do not have.
If hope were a feeling, I would hope,
it be one of honesty and integrity.
I would hope it would be love and empathy.
If hope were a food, I would hope it
would be filled with nourishment.
If hope were music, I would hope, it
was the kind of music, that you loved.
If hope were a sound, I would hope it
would by a symphony of love.
If hope were a religion, I would hope it
was your religion.
If hope were belief, then I would hope,
that belief would be, that there is one
Supreme Being; who is by-lingual and
of all faiths, and all creeds and colors.
If hope were knowledge, I would hope,
it had patience, understanding, the
ability of comprehending the other
persons point of view. I would also hope,
that it had an unquenchable thirst,
to continue to learn by experience and
research.
If hope could be seen, I would hope, all
would see, the good in their fellow man.
If hope were a wish, I would hope
that all your dreams, and ambitions
came true.
If hope were you...if hope were me, I
would hope, we never lost sight of
those less fortunate. I would hope
we would never be so self-centered
or busy, that we neglected to extend
a helping hand, to those in need.
Finally if you hope this ends, let me
conclude by saying....
If hope were a human, I would hope, that it
realized, that if we want a better world,
then we have to be better ourselves.
Hope?
Hope, anything that one wants, and at
the moment of 'hope' they do not have.
If hope were a feeling, I would hope,
it be one of honesty and integrity.
I would hope it would be love and empathy.
If hope were a food, I would hope it
would be filled with nourishment.
If hope were music, I would hope, it
was the kind of music, that you loved.
If hope were a sound, I would hope it
would by a symphony of love.
If hope were a religion, I would hope it
was your religion.
If hope were belief, then I would hope,
that belief would be, that there is one
Supreme Being; who is by-lingual and
of all faiths, and all creeds and colors.
If hope were knowledge, I would hope,
it had patience, understanding, the
ability of comprehending the other
persons point of view. I would also hope,
that it had an unquenchable thirst,
to continue to learn by experience and
research.
If hope could be seen, I would hope, all
would see, the good in their fellow man.
If hope were a wish, I would hope
that all your dreams, and ambitions
came true.
If hope were you...if hope were me, I
would hope, we never lost sight of
those less fortunate. I would hope
we would never be so self-centered
or busy, that we neglected to extend
a helping hand, to those in need.
Finally if you hope this ends, let me
conclude by saying....
If hope were a human, I would hope, that it
realized, that if we want a better world,
then we have to be better ourselves.