Sometimes like cities in the Sky,
They just float by,
Other times from white to gray,
They let the Tempest, rain away,
Always entertaining,
Never dull, never returning,
In same shape or form,
For the Way of Clouds,
There is no norm.
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Who can we trust?
As people are bled,And treason is fed,Who can we trust?With fortune and lust,All leaders are wed,As Countries they shred,Who can we trust?To do what is just,Keep promises said.
You give me all the width I need,
To your calling heeds,Never totally alone,I travel with you,Far and long.Thru Life’s good times and bitter storms,The hurts, the misses, all that’s wrong,What life throws at you,Night and morn, must be accepted,Even torn.But as I live, perplexity,Survives and catches up with me,I still do wonder what it is?That makes some poems, feel like this.
When artists
New Worlds open,Life is sweet.What a feeling!The creative ceilingAs trilling momentsSoar,Emotional connectionsRoar,And an avalancheOf creativity,Devours all.The artist,His supersensitiveTalent becomesAn irrepressibleCall,Wanting to capturePure emotion,Giving, his all.OH, blessed arts!You bring usBack to lifeYou reveal the secretsOf the heart,In purest, universal formYou dignify our livesLifting us away fromViolent and negativeHuman storms,Beauty and emotion feltYou purify usWith this love…
Since an apple a day
Then two apples a dayMust keep ‘everything’ at bay.
As a child,
The Moon and goFor a ride,Inside the sky(Hey, diddle, diddlethe cat and the fiddle,the cow jumped over the moon)One of my favorite,Nursery RhymesI also wanted to play ballWith the planetsAnd see what there was,Inside,I suppose that wasMy short lived, Astronaut side,Also wanted to Fraternize,With roses and birds,Nature’s honey slideBeing a child,With all the hopesAnd dreams,…
Man,
Or toss him,Serpent, Apple, or notWe’re a terrible lot,In our bloody History,Past and Present,The best example,We’ve Got.