Poetry Blogs (sky)

I was having a dark day feeling very negative I gazed out of the window and looked to the sky then Cadence came to me. I hope you share in my thoughts when you realise how beautiful things can truly be at a base level.

Cadence

can you hear it? that natural cadence?
that bird song disturbing the silence
so busy so dizzy a thousand trills
gazing up to the blue sky
whirling and divin...

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One of my favorite games 
to play as a child 
was seeing shapes 
in the clouds: 

Dogs, cats, 
elephants, giraffes, 
airplanes, unicorns... 

It was one of the 
few pleasures 
of my childhood. 

As I grew up, 
I began to see 
scarier things:
 
Dragons, demons, 
torn hearts,
flaming arrows... 

Now in the archway 
of my golden years, 
I see beauty that 
brings me to tears:

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At the end of everything 
Some results come to gain 
Thus, you can get experience 
How to deal with same again 

Don't think, it was so difficult 
Just use your own brain 
Be ready for every possible 
Don't tell me "but in vain" 

If you can say "I decide it" 
The desert turns green 
Then you'll exert success 
Surely will forget the pain 

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5th September 2018

Today

on the drive home

the transcendent wonder

of the clear ice blue rimmed with golden pink

and the blackness of trees

horizon silhouettes

and bats

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In the distance

the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs

slope down to the sea

behind countless breakwaters

wading out through low waves

their wooden posts testament

to the shifting stones of time

Below the grey sky

the bluegrey water rattles the beaches

sloping down to the sea

between stark black breakwaters

mute guardians of the coast

each wooden barrier m...

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Not thinking is fun

It makes me a bum

I like to be a bum

A bum having fun

Not thinking

Ergh, oooh, errr, umhrm

I'm not mad

Because I don't care

The world spins

Money is spent

The world has a dent

I do not care

You're only in trouble if you think you are

You're only a failure if you think you are

I'm gonna think I'm in the clouds

Watching ...

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Our friendship is like the sky
Sometimes,
It is cold and unbearable
Sometimes,
It is stormy and full of tears
Sometimes,
It lashes like lightning
Then it hurts us both

But just like the sky
It will always clear up
It will always be warm and bright
It will always remain blue and sunny
Because no matter
How many storms pass through,
How many lightning blades strike,
No matter how ma...

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the sound of nails on skin

the ripping of those barriers

between whats in you and whats out

the sound of beats on your head

the swelling of self-hatred and humility

forced on yourself by yourself\

cry at the sight and more at the sound

be flushed with the shame\

knowing you're not good enough

look up at the sky at night

run by yourself in the dark

the outside is so...

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We Belong Here

Oh how we fly up away from the earth

A great nice happy feel good joyous rapture

Letting go of the ground's grip to ascend 

Up into the blue blue blue where God lives

Along with Mother Nature and her elements

Nothing but beauty exists here in all ways

Ferocious to sublime to indifferent it's all here

Up where the angels live higher than cloud number nine

T...

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Girl Love Stars
Beauty 
Gal 
Stars 
Plane 
Wife 
Sky 
Love 
Mountain 
Nate 
Sex 
Together 
Apart
Wait 
Soon 
Separated 
As one 
My Hayabusa girl 
Japan
Pilot
Plane
Air force
Philippines
America
War sky fight on till my end!
Hold my hand
Love my heart
Gal stars wife dear
I love you always
Always always always
Stay close
Till we meet again
Gal with the stars
Happy th...

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The overwhelming sky enthralls me
Shows me its magic, fills me with glory
Layers of stratus, piles of towering cumulus
Cirrus lacing glazes overtop
Neon pink icy scribbling on an evening horizon
Fireworks sunsets, pale sleepy dawns
Reds, yellows, purples, greens overwrite the blue and black
Gauguin, Picasso, Rothko must have felt this
The Starry Night is truth, no wonder Vincent suffered s...

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A thought awakes me,

and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.

Bird song, faint but swelling,

catches at my heart,

as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.

Light beckons me,

and I press my face against the pane.

I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.

My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,

"Here I am".

Without a sound spoken I have woken...

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Driving in a roast red desert
Headlights staring into primeval dark
The untrammeled sky glorious

Above us a bridge of stars
Rivering between rocky horizons
At once near and so very far

Cricking my neck to see
I bounced around the back of the open jeep
Absorbing, amid the shudders, splendor

Star birth and death, worlds hidden by distance
Great glowing nebulae
Fat in the centre, a d...

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Whispers adorn the sky

Chilling winds and dying, breathy voices

The road is a blackboard

With essays of footprints written upon it

The air is still

As are the trees

But the sky is not

The sky talks mindlessly to someone

It murmurs and mutters

Supported by the Earth

Pressured by Space

The sky is home to the brain of a flower

The flower is red

Some say the colo...

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It is a curse

To have a flying soul

And a cinderblock mind

To feel the call of the sky

But to be afraid of heights

I am Schrödinger's cat

Alive and dead

At the same time

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love is like a wing
it lifts you up
into the sky
and shows you
the beauty
and peace
that you always wanted
but when it gets stormy
you will be hit
and lost a feather
it hurts
you do everything
to find that one feather again
and to stick it on you
just for the hope and feeling
you belong together... again 

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A while ago, before I retired, I was concerned for the welfare of my students on reading a piece discussing the alleged widespread use of the psycho-stimulant Retalin by Australian university undergraduates. As a performance enhancer it was said to often be accompanied by depressants to reverse the effects. For some, it may have served as an introduction to more addictive and even more pernicious ...

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This is my attempt to understand both the dangers and rewards awaiting those who dare to write - and then send the results out into the ether.

Bright Sky

Writing is exquisite pain and pleasure, bound

in sprayed-on railway walls, in tapping dry

black torrents like gushing wells: ill-found,

spectacular but slowly emptying to reveal

a vault of sky so bright, so slyly hiding its...

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Like

stormy weather,

the paint is splattered

in raindrops.

wet,

sponging,

washes.

Sun making me giddy

under a hot sky,

with subtle clouds and

a delicate palette of blues,

a sense of vastness overwhelms me.

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I've stolen Beelzebub's iphone, now I know the numbers of his friends 

he's stuck for eternity without Facebook, oh how his hell never ends

I nicked St Peter's Kindle, now his words of wisdom are unsaid

Because I changed the password on his account, from Heaven swear words are sent

I hacked into Moses' iPad, now it's a tablet of stone

I wiped every file from the hard drive and chang...

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On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,

the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.

Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.

birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.

Stars begin to light.

Soon it will be night.

Close to the twighlight.

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The searing summer sun        

sets on the distant horizon,

setting ablaze

in a shimmering heat haze

the careless cumulous clouds,

aglow with crimson incandescence.

Distant twinkling stars

awake in the turquoise twilight sky;

mysterious worlds,    

afar and on high.

The end of another glorious day

with promise of more to come.

Days as fresh and gloriou...

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I try to understand but do not know

what science explains: physics

or optics or geometrics or plain old

straight-line-is-the-shortest-difference.

Moon’s crescent bowl holds pure

white milk, defeating gravity’s pull

that levels water, that lets me

understand emotional truth of balance.

I wonder how the sun can pasteurize

the moon since I can’t see the sun.

Li...

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A  sky  for  a  blanket .
Blue  and  light   blue, grey  and  dark  grey.
Clouds  as  moths  wavering  to  and  afar,
Circling  natures  son  in  the  cradled  hood.

Ah!  Let  my  breath  catch  this  beauteous  scene
Behold-
Could  I  escape  from  you?
I  hold  my  breath  to  capture  this  moment
Eternal-
None  would  need  nepenthe.
This slumber of nature has made me hold my breat...

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I wanna see 2 jet fighters go air to air.

Trying to kill each other.

Full range of weapons.

Beyond visual range.

Dodge the missile volley.

Short range heat seekers.

Get past that.

Guns baby...

Knife fight in a fucking phone box.

Helmet mounted sights, off bore sight missiles.

Death...

of pilot and jet.

...

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MOONRISE

I see a faint lightness over the black of the hillside.

Stars a million miles overhead lose a slight edge.

Mist dances illuminated by her Moon Goddess.

Clouds high overhead come and go as stars sparkle, iridescent.

Excited I wait, soon she will be here. Patience now…

There! My Moon Goddess lifts my spirits, serene and spiritual.

I drift out of my...

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UNTITLED

Love is an illusion fuelled by hope

Hope is an illusion fuelled by love

The sky is full of ghosts each cloud

A spirit forever trapped in the blue.

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VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN

After climbing so many thousands of feet up the mountain I have finally reached the top, the view is like another world with so many things visible from where the eagles live.

A fine layer of cloud makes the ground seem hazy and non distinct like a fading memory you want to remember.

Ever so slowly a flock of birds fly past below skirting the...

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GOTHIC STORM

Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting

the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric

of the sky into which the earth will fall,

doomed and dead into the abyss of time

forever more. We are the generation of the damned,

condemned to be this for the rest of our lives

until we die, by our own hand

or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...

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Flat on a sphere of pure fluid crystal 

A sequence of days 

Flat rising

Not the Moon but a different   movement

I look at the familiar  the familiar in any direction

How the day is painted

I  am puzzled  and thrown far away

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Pieces of flotsam and jetsam floated on the early evening tide. Turning this way and that, always in motion. Never still, each bit jostling with the other for a foothold on the sand, being denied by the rolling water. Little bits of detritus in the ocean. In time, all would be land born...

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FIGHTER PILOT

So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets.

Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air?

All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes

of direction happening all at once.

I bet that there’s no glory in your battles,

only pain, mutilation and death.

But this is your game, an aerial ballet

of chess wher...

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She came to me out of the sky from the blue,                                                               

she is a high altitude cloud Cirrus maiden.                                                                       

She found me on the mountaintop,                                                                  

our worlds met as one!                                   ...

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COLLAGES

Some of the weirdest shapes I’ve seen are hanging in the sky, a portent of things to come or so say the dark masters.

Are they here to protect us or to destroy us, to fill our lives with evil?

Iridescent colours cast their hue making shadows dance across the land.

In all the towns and cities the culturists plan their revenge to rid their domain of the dark m...

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TRUE

Then… Airplane falling wreathed in fire, ruined

bonfire dragged down by gravity to a watery grave.

Broken machine resting on the seabed, silence

reigns in Deaths’ triumph.

Now… Test Pilot Feng Yi and five of his comrades flying

air tests on red China’s brand new J11 fighter.

Saw many old planes in formation, props and je...

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GOTHIC STORM

Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting

the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric

of the sky into which the earth will fall,

doomed and dead into the abyss of time

forever more. We are the generation of the damned,

condemned to be this for the rest of our lives

until we die, by our own hand

or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...

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WAR GODDESS

The Goddess of war makes her stand in the upper skies,

pitting man and machine in deadly battle.

Hazy colours of blue and grey make way for burning

fire and pyres of smoke.

Up here she knows no mercy as men die

in a second to please her lust for death.

No one can beat her as she is immortal and ubiquitous.

Make just one mistake and she’ll ...

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DESTINY CALLS

Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs

through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water

far below through a gap in the clouds.

Missiles hang under delta wings

ready for instant launch when an enemy

is spotted across the distant sky.

An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess

and the power of a god, this is a thing of ...

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GOTHIC STORM

Gothic storm across the heavens, splitting

the sky in two creating a rip in the fabric

of the sky into which the earth will fall,

doomed and dead into the abyss of time

forever more. We are the generation of the damned,

condemned to be this for the rest of our lives

until we die, by our own hand

or that of Old Father Time or of our enemie...

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DESERT CLASH

A murky dust laden night gives way to a searing

hot day over the barren desert.

Sun glints off metal many miles away

as aerial knights rise to do battle.

The Tigersharks get ready to fight

the Eagles in the coming battle.

Suddenly it starts as missile trails

dance through the sky and jets

leave contrails in the humid upper air.

A ...

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WAR GODDESS

The Goddess of war makes her stand in the upper skies,

pitting man and machine in deadly battle.

Hazy colours of blue and grey make way for burning

fire and pyres of smoke.

Up here she knows no mercy as men die

in a second to please her lust for death.

No one can beat her as she is immortal and ubiquitous.

Make just one mistake and she’ll ...

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CONTACT IS LOST

A dozen blips circle each other on a radar screen. All given a number and speed, some fade and wink out like some kid’s space invader game.

Now eight remain, all moving on the screen like fireflies in the night.

In the real world jet fighters claw each other from the sky to either live or to die.

As each plane flares in a missile blast the pilot dies ...

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WAR

“Why is he not burning?”

“He will, he will, the air is too thin up here…”

Wing over broken wing, crushing g-forces stopping escape, the enemy pilot

prayed to his god but it was too late, he was already dead.

Sunlight sparkled on the spinning plane a thousand metres below.

Smaller and smaller, hard to see in the death spiral.

Will he cry for his mother...

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I've almost finished writing the poetry collection. This needs refining but the introduction will be something along the lines of this:

'The following collection is one of love. Each poem can be read on its own but together they tell the story of a year long relationship between two lovers, through their lust, their heartache, their love and their turmoil. It is not my own tale.'


This poem ...

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