Heralding thunder
Silver streaks of lightening
Splinter inky skies
haiku by Leonard Daranjo
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Here Comes 'The Rain
Clear blue skies, the high is day,
here comes 'The Rain',
skies fog and are blanketed in gray.
Here comes 'The Rain', washing my smile away.
Clear puddles all around,
then lightening streaks, thunderous sounds.
'The Rain' brought about my frown,
night falls and 'The Rain' wears a gown,
Here comes 'The Rain', bringing me down.
poem by Careema Cooper
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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.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by AHO Speaks
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Fire
Fire is so beautiful to look at
Its flaming figure is bright saffron
It aspires to the sky
Where shines the Sun
Where lightening cries out in thunder
And warns man for monkeying
With technology-his the other
Fire seeks to mingle with the fire of the skies
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The storm...
A breeze enhanced becomes a wind, nature is aroused.
Clouds accumulate, skies become grey and hostile.
Rain drops fall like tears of life without emotion.
Electric streaks explode from a scowling sky.
Thunder rumbles follow closely, the voice of life echos.
Rain intensifies to become a torrential orchestra.
A crescendo of raindrops beating out lifes rythm.
Fingers of lightening stretch down to mother earth.
Thunder follows closely behind, a deafening cry.
The wind now a tempest showing tremendous power.
The sight of such power makes me feel so small.
The smell of natures energy purifies my soul.
The sound of this incredible event so monumental.
The taste of the rain on my tongue so pure.
The wind battering my body feels so perfect.
I laugh at the storm, show me your best.
As life moves around me, I wait and witness.
The storm so breathtaking, makes me feel reborn.
In this moment i am caressed by the hand of nature.
The storm is my life... My life is the storm...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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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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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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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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Lost within your storm...
Clouds of love build in a passion filled sky,
A gentle breeze of emotion brushes my skin.
Your kisses rain down upon the heart of me,
I am lost within the storm of love that is you...
I feel your lightening strikes against my skin,
The tempest of your emotion through my hair.
The crash of thunder as our lips collide,
Your whispering voice like the breath of time...
I crave the thunder of wanton abandonment,
The calm eddies within the depths of your soul.
The angry skies of tumultious emotion,
For I am completely lost within your storm...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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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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The Eye Of The Storm
In the
distance
clouds were
gathering
moisture
howling
winds
were
approaching
sweeping
across
the
horizons
a bolt of
lightening
flashed
before
my eyes
lighting
up the
night
skies
thunder
roared
crashing
around
me
awakening
my senses
suddenly
it began
to rain
a downpour
flooding
the
streets
falling
like
tear drops
watering
the earth
once more
I was caught
in the eye
of the
storm.
poem by Heather Burns
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Tribute to Robert Bridges
Robert Bridges
1844-1930 poet and physician
The upper skies are palest blue.
Mottled with pearl and fretted snow
With tattered fleece of inky hue,
close overhead the storm clouds go.
A glosa
The upper skies are palest blue,
the opposite of indigo.
And yet they share a common hue
as any artist’s sure to know.
The faintest cerulean blue
mottled with pearl and fretted snow.
Forever old yet always new
it changes constantly but slow.
AS frightened sheep so often do
across the sky they scatter so.
With tattered fleece of inky hue
on driven by the winds that blow
We are aware a storm is due.
Exactly when we cannot know,
we only know within our view
Close overhead the storm clouds go.
13-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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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To Catch The Lightning
what secret hides in lightening
flashes fingers spread skirts skies
love is the lightning rod
storm swept seeds veil vapour skies
catch fleet shaft arrows burning
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gospel (Lk 6: 39-42)
Why note the splinter in your brother’s eye,
And nev’r notice the log within your own?
Why tell, ‘I’ll take the splinter off your eye,
When you can’t see the log in yours? ’
You hypocrite!
‘Take out the log from your eye first,
When only you can see clearly;
Then take the splinter out from brother’s eye! ’
Many a time, we never know
Nor do we ever realize
Our own great faults and blunders made
But always try to give advice
Unto others on flimsy grounds;
A wise man makes himself perfect
Before embarking on preaching;
We note the faults of others fast;
We forget sins of our own past;
We should not try to judge others;
God is the perfect Judge, brothers!
poem by John Celes
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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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Lightening Strikes!
Cloudy are my eyes that weep.
In me is the storm.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder...
Mumbles on.
Lightening strikes!
Stripping fast to flash,
Before the lights go out.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder mumbles on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devastation
The swollen river raged
To well over its banks
Swallowing up shoulders
Of Grass
In the late afternoon
Of yesterday
When the sullen skies
Wept a torrent of rain
And the Earth trembled
In near panic
Enduring the strength
Of the winds unforgiving
Gales
Recoiling from the
Infinite thunder
Totally shaken from
The spirals of lightening
And ever so desperate
Trying to adapt to:
The Tempest that is you
By: Theodora Onken
April 7,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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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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Despite the beauty of the moon, sun and the stars, the sky also has a threatening thunder and striking lightening.