Clear Skies
clear skies sometimes
like a blank sheet of paper
without a mark
like a YM without a message
like a poem without a comment
like a day without any hello
clear skies sometimes
but mostly blue clouds
and dark clouds come as nature's
guests and you begin
to like them and they become
so ordinary
a common day for you
learning to live just the
way nature does it
for you and you
say nothing at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Way You Want Things To Be
you want the sea to have waves
and you say that they are more true that way
or the leaves to have the wind beside it
or the skies to have clouds
how i wish however to have crystal clear seas
leaves so still as though they only have the sun as companion
clear skies
undisturbed blue
do you think that there is something wrong with all these?
i know you will leave me with a blunt answer
but let me tell you
crystals are virtues of the sea before it was disturbed
clear skies have always been peaceful
and leaves have always wanted the solitude without the wind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeding
seeding the clouds
with doubt that is what i do
best.And for you i fly
the skies hovering
on your face. I kiss you.
and then you cry.
and then the clouds rain
and rain some
drops of your pains
i see this pleasure.
i give you clear skies.
hoping that that is
all you want. And then
you tell me. You want
them blue, in fact,
bluer than blue. I shake
my head.You are not
just irresistible. You are
also impossible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clear Blue Skies
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies
Never cold
Never snow
Nobody nobody
Ever knows
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies
I see you and
I see you and
I see you and
I see you and clear blue skies
Keep me warm
Summer time
Nobody nobody
Be so kind
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you and clear blue skies
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Paper, Only for a Limited Time
Paper, blank and empty
A metaphor only meant for loneliness
White as new born snow
Lets add some words
To make a prophesized poem
Words, only meant for rhetorical use
Clouds that clear, only meant to hide the blue
The living, moving ocean that is our sky
Words, only meant for questioning
What are words but meaning
Clearing clouds, our living pulse bleeds through
Now this blank piece of paper
Has a shadow, and my shadow -combine
Lets make music together
Beautiful, wonderful, majestic music
Lets be music together-
And dance our hearts to something holy
Paper, blank and empty
But easily filled to create art
Art that can change the world
Turn it upside down, or nothing
Paper, blank and empty
But only for a limited time.
poem by Troy Clark
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You Alway Saw The Blue Skies
(frankie miller/ will jennings)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
I'm turned around and lost out here again
Feeling like there's no way out
And without you no way in
Where are you my friend?
I know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
'you know my hope never dies'
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
Oh i'm sick and tired of yesterday
I think of all the times i chose the worst things
And i threw the best away
What would you say?
You know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
'you know my hope never dies'
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
I just hope this road keeps turning
Till i find a place to end this yearning
Where were you my friend?
You know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
You know my 'hope never dies'
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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You Always Saw The Blue Skies
(frankie miller/ will jennings)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Im turned around and lost out here again
Feeling like theres no way out
And without you no way in
Where are you my friend?
I know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
you know my hope never dies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
Oh Im sick and tired of yesterday
I think of all the times I chose the worst things
And I threw the best away
What would you say?
You know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
you know my hope never dies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
I just hope this road keeps turning
Till I find a place to end this yearning
Where were you my friend?
You know how hard it is
To keep from crying out loud
To look up in the sky
And see nothing but clouds
The last thing you said
You know my hope never dies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
No matter how dark it was
You always saw the blue skies
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself
And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die
Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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Nature's Sorrow
The soft sandgrains on the beach.
Pressed against my feet.
I feel nature.
I feel its touch,
its warmth.
It covers me like a cocoon,
Like I belong,
To nature too.
But I looked from head to toe-
The extravagant clothes and jewellery
And at-
the floating plastics on the sea enjoying
a great ride at nature's expense
Do we belong to nature,
Or-
Do they belong to us?
Just at that time,
Nature cried,
Its tears drenching me of remorse.
I cried too,
Hot tears mixing with the cold, acidic rain.
But nature couldn't see me,
Enveloped among the dark clouds,
Crying its heart out.
Yet I hope,
Among the skies,
that it could least feel it.
In The Open Fields Of Green Grass After The Rain
i walk in there
i see clouds and clear skies
in the open fields of green grass
after a night of rain
i go close to the little brown birds
feeding on the path
and always i like it when they all fly away from me
they hurry and spread in the skies like my morning prayers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Holy Blunder
Clouds in the skies; clouds in the skies; clouds, clouds
Clouds in the skies; some clustering; some cluttering
Some straying; some strewing; all in one yonder
Like free floating vices and flouted virtues
Amongst myriad murky Stygean stratus
One cumulus, shining bright and smiling white
Like a lucky rich man amongst fated poor
Leering, jeering, raving in sway and sashey
“My one misdirected beam made him gleam”
Bemused waning God Sun, “how this happened
Of one breed are all clouds; running in them same
Vapour-blood; façade is due to my light shed”
“Oh! Idiotic white clouds! This is not good!
Don’t swagger because of my one holy blunder
On the day apocalyptic winds wiggle
Every cloud has to melt down into drizzle”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Imaginery
Paper Flower
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple skies fly over me
Don't say im out of touch
With this rampant chaos
Your reality
I know well
What lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare i built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple skies fly over me
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how i long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginery light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple skies fly over me
song performed by by Evanescence
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Add Vice....
here
, hearer, do not make t
things clear
that is not their nature
it is filled with
mess, and like a mountain
path, one may clear the grasses
but a month is
old enough to cover
the tracks
do not explain
there is none to explain
what we see we see
it is like that
the forest do not have
news,
when you go near
it is dark
far, it may have a shape
like history
the nature of nature
is always
unpredictable
there is no formula
for what is
no crystal ball
no zodiac no star is telling
where to
just live
breathe for the world is
a breather
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Where man has
Where man has conquered nature dies;
We shift some slender-growing pine
From out her own familiar skies
Where-under forests fall and rise,
To pots and gardens, then repine
That where man conquers nature dies.
The atmosphere that round her lies
Bears not the light that used to shine
From out her own familiar skies,
She is a stranger. So our eyes
Run o'er the world and seek a sign!
If where man conquers nature dies
What is our earthly paradise?
Will nature there withhold the wine
That from her own familiar skies
She used to pour? Do we devise
A garden earth and say, in fine,
Where man has conquered nature dies
From out her own familiar skies?
poem by Philip Henry Savage
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Sun Showers
Arthur freed / nacio herb brown
Sun showers
Never mind the rain
The sun will shine again
Through sun showers
In a little while
They sky above will srnile
Like luster that follows your kiss
Dark clouds of sorrow
Will soon be a sunny tomorrow
While sun flowers
Raise their happy eyes
Up to the flaming skies
Then sun showers
Leave us as they follow
Rainbows in our hearts
The gray skies soon will clear
My dear
While sun showers are here
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Gaia’s Plan
Please, don’t sweep the leaves away –
Their essence gives to life’s decay.
Never hack the flowers down –
Their colours bless the laughing clown.
Now why the mowing of the lawn?
The severed grass will lie forlorn.
Let our flora live undressed,
Or under Man, will toil repressed!
I, the tree of standing still –
Erect and proud, and stout of will,
Aglow with motley bark of earth –
Advance my roots for all they’re worth,
Internalising Nature’s bowels
To snag the devil, tweak his jowls
And pull his hairs from whence they grow!
I’ll destroy his pagan show
Of Homo sapiens’ disrespect!
The humble ape must reconnect
With Gaia’s plan!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Grey Cloudy Lies
And I thought to close my mouth
With a padlock on the night
Leave the battlefield behind
Stay out the fight
Not lose my sight
Now I only want to be
With no pistol at my brain
But at times it gets so lonely
Could go insane
Could lose my aim
Now I only want to live
With no teardrops in my eyes
But at times it feels like no chance
No clear blue skies
Grey cloudy lies
No clear blue skies
Grey cloudy lies
song performed by by George Harrison
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How lost its strength... [Şi cum s-a stins...]
How lost its strength and then grew pale
That love which seemed to reach the skies,
You almost think it's just a tale,
Which you have heard from other guys.
And as the clouds on their long way
Forsake the land and the blue sea,
So the sweet thrill will go away
And dies the love which used to be.
The feeling is forever new
Deep down inside the mortals' chest,
And all the nature changes, too,
Until you find eternal rest.
And when I think of you, my dear,
I do not cry that we're apart,
Because today to me it's clear
That all the love, which fills your heart,
Will fade away without a trace,
As happened with your former lust,
Then death all passions will erase
And you will turn into fine dust.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Mere Spectator for JT Ellison
Clouds of gunmetal grey amass
above the distant mountains peaks.
Loudly the voice of thunder speaks.
But I fear not this too will pass.
I watch the lightning bolts which soar.
Long streaks of incandescent blue.
Which pierce the storm clouds through and through.
Though I have seen it all before.
I am held captive by the sight.
I cannot tear my eyes away
I have to watch the interplay
of storm clouds lashed by spears of light.
I know the storm clouds will release
their burden of much needed rain
and then the skies will clear again.
I am content I feel at peace.
The rainfall will refresh the streams.
And they in turn increase the flow
of rivers running deep and slow.
Towards the sea where in my dreams.
I see the sun evaporate
raise water vapour to the skies.
The winds which blow will dissipate
the clouds which slowly rise.
And start the cycle once again.
All part of nature’s perfect plan
to irrigate the world of man.
There is no loss there is no gain.
The rain falls on the mountain sides.
Restarts its journey to the sea
It can move slow or speedily.
The ancient cycle still abides.
It was before the birth of man
and will be when man is no more
My role that of a spectator.
I contemplate because I can
and realise I ‘m powerless.
of no real significance.
I do not rate a second glance.
I am not part of the process.
The water cycles constantly
The way it was designed to do
There is no reason to review
a system working perfectly.
05/08/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Word Storm (The creation of a poem)
I
At first the sky is crystal blue
and the sun hangs high,
in the way that it
always take.
Specks of white clouds appear
and more and more
are creeping near.
The clouds are getting heavy and dark
and suddenly the sky
is filled and the sun
is blanketed out.
II
The screen is blank
and words are sweeping in
till suddenly the image
is near and by itself
become words and lines
and maybe rhymes
and subject and language
and verse structures itself.
Drops of rain
starts to fall
and drops turn into
a blizzard of words,
that finds their mark
and dropp down as sounds
and transforms on paper
to a symphony of words.
poem by Gert Strydom
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