Lackadaisical
A day with gray clouds
Dampens enthusiasm
Thoughts of fun fizzle
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Fun is fundamental. There is no way around it. You absolutely must have fun. Without fun, there is no enthusiasm. Without enthusiasm, there is no energy. Without energy, there are only shades of gray.
Your Cubic Slang
Enclose the closeness in your soul,
Enclose it as you enclose the ''uco'' in cornucopious.
Enclose the gray transparency in your sky,
When it is so close to your coming clouds.
They are the dimples of your cognitive space,
They are hollow thoughts,
When you set your ideals at naught.
Those clouds are inside of your gray
As close as the ''co'' in the cocoon,
Those clouds are fulfilled with your leady rain.
They are uncracked nuts waiting for a crack.
Let the rain of your Cumulonimbus storm
To fall over the lead of my pain.
Enclose inside of my lead
All your Oort clouds
Lost in your cubic slang.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Anticipation
I sleep in the morn.
I do not wish to rise.
I hear the rain
and I know the skies
are crying big raindrops
and the clouds are gray.
The approaching hours
will begin my day.
Oh how I need to see the sun
come out from the clouds
to burn my skin
and heat up this frame of mind I'm in.
I can't stay put in this tiresome bed.
Too many thoughts will destroy my head.
All I need is one word from you,
then the rain and clouds could not get through.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fizzle
eat a certain funny idea
digest
and soon you fizzle out
and fart
i am trying to
break the wind
tonight
wind without noise
between us
poet
to poetess
we shall hiss,
as does
a piece of fireworks
unambitious rockets
we too fizzle
doggedly
downward
we rise again
with modest reluctance,
we hesitate often,
we decline finally;
generally,
to misunderstand the questions
some more
among us
thrown
we fail
we soon than sooner
die out
if we allow it......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Songs Of The Sky
In a sky of layered clouds,
dawn becomes a rainbow,
moving through the spectrum
toward the day.
In a sky of always blue,
no clouds ride the wind:
the sun burns brightly,
high and hot and long.
In a sky of may grays,
clouds crash, explode and roar;
rain-filled winds sweep across the prairie.
In a sky of many blues,
clouds dance on the wind;
and endless and quixotic
Rohrschach test.
In a sky of always gray,
no clouds seem to move;
overcast blots out imagination.
In a sky of cold, cold blue,
gray clouds scrape the treetops;
harbingers of winter storms to come.
Beneath a sky of darkening gray,
the prairie grasses rustle
on the small, forgotten farms
of what could've been
and was.
In a sky of mottled gray,
cold rains fall, now and then;
the seasons struggle
for control of April.
In a sky of broken gray,
cold winds precede the rains;
and before long
the darkened clouds re-gather.
In a sky as clear as glass,
and blue from top to bottom,
sultry days of August
slowly drift into September.
In a twi-lit noon-time sky,
this annular eclipse
leaves us just a
ring around the moon.
In a sky of many clouds,
sunset's an inferno;
ablaze, in this,
my father's final twilight.
In a sky that slowly burns,
the clouds of fire fade
and leave a darker beauty
to hold the night.
poem by William Kruse
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If One Admits It
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled!
Get rid of it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Don't get that bothered to be bottled,
Let it fizz and rid it quick.
Being bottled up...
Can be resisted,
If...
One admits it.
With a wsh to rid it quick.
Panic can be managed,
With admitting it to rid.
Pop it with a fizzle,
To be from your mind gone.
Bottled up and panicked,
Can be popped and fizzled quick.
If one admits it.
To rid it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(to all poets) Head in the Clouds
My head was up in the clouds
No daylight to be found.
White and gray clouds covered my sight
I could not see for my mind was in flight.
I looked all around and all I could see
Was the clouds covering me.
I felt like I was in a plane
And all the passengers seeing the same.
So I know I’m not the only one
Who feels this way
Millions of people go through this
From day to day.
It doesn’t matter to you what
The others are going through
Just that it’s happening to you.
You don’t like this feeling
of being up in the air
And with others your thoughts
You can not share.
Is this a sign of dementia or Alzheimer’s
Disease, And can I set myself free.
They say “ the mind is a terrible thing to lose”
It is not something that we choose.
Will I forget my loved ones
And everything that’s around
Will I stumble and fall to the ground.
Right now we still have our faculties
But for how long will that be?
So let us continue to write while we can
For tomorrow we can not plan.
Write everything that you think
See and feel, for in the future
Your mind may reel.
Head up in the clouds? Who is to say.
Until the medical fields find a better way.
poem by Louis Rams
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Chalk
I'm a picture made of chalk
Drawn on the sidewalk,
A white powder
Poured on the black tarmac
And gray pavement.
I'm colored flakes of dust
Pressed into the ground,
Scraping against the rocks,
Carving an image into the surface
Of a parking lot,
Or some other vacant and spacious nowhere.
I'm a picture
Sketched by an innocent and naïve child
Who disappears—
Searching for someplace warm—
When the rain clouds cover the sky.
The rain dampens the streets,
Flushing it to a cool river
Flowing on the cemented pathways,
Guiding the flotsam
To glide somewhere else entirely.
I,
The etched smear of clay-like crumbles,
Soak in the reservoirs
Of rushing rain water
And I melt,
Streaking down the roads
In streams of diffusive tones.
I become a washed-out pool
Of stains.
The floor clears itself of me.
Then the sun comes out,
Crisping all the wet and battered land,
Frying the puddles into an evaporative sizzle,
And I,
The water drenched ash,
Am carried by the heat upward
Into the separating clouds—
Drained of their darkness,
Discharged of their electrical pulse,
And empty.
My illustration is gone,
Waiting to be drawn again
If only the child—
Or someone else—
Would be so inspired
To draw me....
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Shades Of Gray
Dull, drab scenes we see
play with our minds eventually.
They are colorless and devoid of beauty.
It is then that it becomes our duty
to avoid the dismal, darkened sights
and escape from these shades of gray
and lean toward shades of white.
Unwelcome times come into each life.
They permeate our thoughts so all we see
covers us like blanketed debris.
It needs to be swept away like dust
that's gray and cloudy,
plain and dowdy
which will erode and turn to rust.
You can change these scenes to become
brighter, lighter and not so glum
by altering where your thoughts are from.
If your thoughts are gripping at your heart
shades of gray will never depart.
But if your thinking lets it all go
you'll embrace all the colors life does bestow.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Clouds And Moods
Puffs of clouds covered the sky
Like my thoughts of you and I.
At times I could see and think clearly
But my mind would get weary.
Those puffs of clouds would take control
And my heart it would hold.
It’s amazing how it could be
That the clouds are like you and me.
When the clouds get dark and grey
We become defensive in every way
And the fights come into play.
And when clouds are a misty white
I want to make love to you day and night.
And when the clouds look like ripples in the sand
I want to squeeze you and hold your hand.
And when the clouds completely cover the sky
I thank god you’re by my side.
poem by Louis Rams
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Gray birds
In rain walking, same memories I embellish
the Northern cold's recounts close beckon
a harbourless wandering in lands to reckon
faithful folds my ensign of love and cherish.
Some gray birds sitting on the wires stare,
our images recall to pass, and in the mizzle,
numb feel and wet, dull in aloneness fizzle,
lost, wet birds inside the rain, on lonely fair.
They disperse inside the mists, shed tears,
descending fog comprises, soul's ambition,
in fog's dusk outspreads my half-lit volition,
gray birds on wires, stare in rain for years.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Information Clouds
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
The more I seem to learn, the less I see.
Does all knowledge lie in obscurity
With purpose to augment doubt—to provoke?
Is there understanding that facts revoke,
A pollution spread by zealous study?
The more I seem to learn, the less I see.
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
What does this heaviest of fogs evoke
Beyond its acherontic density?
Past these overcast skies, is space empty,
A void beneath this aerosol cloak?
Information clouds in my thoughts like smoke.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Cloudy Night Sky
I sat last night on damp plowed ground.
Above the sky felt close around.
The clouds were broken by silver rays;
Each was a blue and gray curtain array.
All moved swiftly on their way.
The moon a silver sphere seemed very near,
When the clouds allowed it to appear.
The refreshing beauty of the sky was made,
In the marvelous broken patterns, hues, and shades,
of silver, blue, and gray.
Enthusiasm is followed by disappointment and even depression, and then by renewed enthusiasm.
quote by Murray Gell Mann
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The Clicking Of The Camera
you are the guest here cousin
and we do not wish to disappoint you
and show you some pains
and so we had dinners with you
together we are one family with
sweeter concerns for each little
futures: no sutures, no vultures
on the last day that you are with us
yes, this vacation of yours
we will be at the porch sending you off
with your bags and some of our goods
we pose as a family, we all smile and
there you go with your clicking again:
smile! we all smile as you have instructed.
and then you go with our sweet memories.
if you have only seen the nearby mountain
laden with gray clouds, on top of our roofs
these gray clouds shall start to pour its rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before All Fades to Gray
On late winter afternoons
Before it all fades to gray
Distractions blur mind’s focus
Engendering thoughts to stray
A dark crow perched on a limb
The gray squirrel on the fence
Rely instinct will reveal
Their ordained paths leading hence
No parallel guide exists
For humankind to resource
While sufficient light remains
To secure my future course
Thoughts percolate inside
What purpose or intent
Will providence provide
Before daylight is spent
Heart voices gentle say
Spirit lends light to way
Yet qualms suffuse each day
Before all fades to gray
poem by Mary Havran
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The whole mystery of temptation is to have sins suggested to us, and to be swept after them by a sudden enthusiasm, which sometimes feels as strong as the Spirit of God ever made in us the enthusiasm for virtue.
quote by George A. Smith
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Journeying
so beautiful yet imperfect
lofty thoughts crammed
into asphyxiating spaces
with all the bold grace
of a cattle train full
once openly arrayed
each letter corrupts their
purity, dampens their joy
white petals wilting, scorched
thoughts and images divine
now uneasily bourne
by vessels corruptible
cursed with leaking hulls
what frail bearers of light
shadows cast by storm lamps
flickering bare intermittence
or maybe a spark of glory
yet from season to season
souls bare in furious compulsion
feverish quills worn past utility
asking ourselves, have we
could we have triumphed
reaching the terminus preset
or a foolish dream drifting
a journey we each must take
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Fires can't be made with dead embers, nor can enthusiasm be stirred by spiritless men. Enthusiasm in our daily work lightens effort and turns even labor into pleasant tasks.
quote by James A. Baldwin
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In Love & Terrified
In love and terrified
This singular feeling overwhelms
Making its own purpose to life
Beautifully distracting the mind
To other thoughts and feelings
That seem to go unnoticed
While a fear still persists
That all could be lost
Stolen before its had its time
To be entwined into memory
Never to be left forgotten
Such dread lingers in stale air
Dampens the joyful spirit
That the world could fall down
Into the depths of loss
Eyes shimmer in holding tears
Full of love yet still terrified
poem by Matthew Holloway
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