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[Greatcloud]

Peaceful easy feeling


Peace inside peace all around . This town used to get me down. Peace reigns today because of what we say. Our town is okay
I have a peaceful easy feeling I won't come down. You know. Peace is irrelevant they say no way. Peace is perfect, needed by all. That's why I'm feeling this way. Stay underground here and rest I know best. The rest is up to you. We few who knew peace. Are the least because of many. Any way that was what I had to say

 

[Greatcloud]

Help


GOD alone can do it. Only He can see you through it. Cry out He will hear you. Sending help from above with never-ending love. He's always there.

I look to the hills from whence cometh my help. My help is in the Lord. My helper is the Holy Spirit the first fruits of heaven. Jesus Christ went to the cross he died a criminals death. Yet He helped the thief on his right because he turned to Him implored Jesus to remember him and He did. Paradise awaits us too I love Him don't you.

 

[Greatcloud]

Flower tops


Explosions of beauty covering every color I picked a butter cup and brought it inside. Clover is sometimes blue I picked one of those too. Daisies are delightful common as clover blue. I like the Iris perhaps my favorite flower. I only think of flower tops because they grow here like crops. Don't forget dandelions the most common one we have. I love when the petals fall off and all we are left with is a puff.

 

[Martyr's Crown]

I love flowers, they make everything so beautifully decorated outside. Even the lilies were considered much prettier than the apparel of king Solomon.

Very nicely described your poem. I am glad we are back in spring/summer season!

 

[Greatcloud]

Beauty of poetry


Poetry is for you the selected few, who choose to use their time on earth with the spiritual , gentle readings for what they are worth, bringing beauty on earth, perhaps even further. Can you imagine a good cry from poetry , I can , me a grown man.

Frost , Wordsworth , Dickenson and others they write to us,they are our sisters and brothers. The heights the depths all the beauty in between. The beauty of poetry I have seen. In my short time I've encountered so much beauty and have an appreciation for more to come.

Words can take us to places in the heart and soul besides. Stories, soliloquies , sononts and so much more. I've frequently been informed by poetry. I'm certian poetry has inspired my mind.

Poetry is the queen of writing. Going back to Solomon , Shakespere ,Yeats and others. Practicing the royalty of writing. Just simple words but crafted to imbdue a message or a song. Nature,religion, philosophy, song, complicated and wordy or the height of simplicity. Robert Frost comes to mind.

Poetry is art there are about a hundred forms besides free verse which along with story poems are my favorite. I am new in my journey to write the perfect poem. It will happen one day and then I can sit down. A beautiful poem without a flaw no matter how you turn it around. The beauty of expression lends to poets a place like no other. Expressions of everything the human race is ere to. Beauty, is poetry and poetry beauty . A poem is a given, grace.

 

[afishamongmany]

Beauty of poetry


Poetry is for you the selected few, who choose to use their time on earth with the spiritual , gentle readings for what they are worth, bringing beauty on earth, perhaps even further. Can you imagine a good cry from poetry , I can , me a grown man.

Frost , Wordsworth , Dickenson and others they write to us,they are our sisters and brothers. The heights the depths all the beauty in between. The beauty of poetry I have seen. In my short time I've encountered so much beauty and have an appreciation for more to come.

Words can take us to places in the heart and soul besides. Stories, soliloquies , sononts and so much more. I've frequently been informed by poetry. I'm certian poetry has inspired my mind.

Poetry is the queen of writing. Going back to Solomon , Shakespere ,Yeats and others. Practicing the royalty of writing. Just simple words but crafted to imbdue a message or a song. Nature,religion, philosophy, song, complicated and wordy or the height of simplicity. Robert Frost comes to mind.

Poetry is art there are about a hundred forms besides free verse which along with story poems are my favorite. I am new in my journey to write the perfect poem. It will happen one day and then I can sit down. A beautiful poem without a flaw no matter how you turn it around. The beauty of expression lends to poets a place like no other. Expressions of everything the human race is ere to. Beauty, is poetry and poetry beauty . A poem is a given, grace.

Yea, "Words can take us to places in the heart and soul besides."
Vive la poésie!
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[Greatcloud]

Snowmans demise


I helped him be free , to be liberated from this diamond blanket of snow. Changed into a man complete with pipe and buttons down his belly.

The dog got him first. Knocked his head clean off. I fixed him and he was fine til Friday. At night the Christmas lights shine down on him. He seems so spectacular standing there in the lights at night.

Friday he got plastered with snowballs from the neighbors, again his head knocked clean off. We built a fort in front of the snowman to battle our neighbors from. We battled them back and now we can play outside the rest of the day.

His sad demise came with the clouds overhead. I said to myself gee I hope it don't rain. So when after lunch I looked outside, my snowman had shrunk substantially. I went outside to see the snowman. Rain was coming down harder now spiraling down the drain. The end in sight I took his pipe and placed it in my pocket.

All of us gathered in the garage and remembering our snowman as we smoked his pipe. Remembering the many days of Winter. The hype of Christmastime. When our snowman was born just before New Year's day. We looked outside and he was gone away.

 

[Martyr's Crown]

I like this. It is a good story poem. I can picture everything easily in my mind. Good memories of what I consider as real winter.

 

[Greatcloud]

Black crow


Oh black crow what do you know how do you fill your days. What are the many ways to fly down to the ocean. Who taught you this graceful motion you have in your ebony wings. Why does your head bob so with every move you make. You look at me and see a curiosity. This pleases me, let's play. I will chase you then you wait for me. Until I am tired. You kept within the boundaries we set and you are not through with me yet. And now you talk to me. I listen to the tone, I think you were alone wanting company. I talk back to you in an inquisitive tone apparently this pleases you and you talk too. I think I made a friend I will get the grapes out of my pack there in a metal tin . Green seedless grapes for my newfound friend. He hops down to the ground to recover a grape. He swallows it whole and I feed him all the grapes out of my tin. I'm going on up the trail, would you like to follow me my new found friend and he does.

 

[Greatcloud]

Peaceful valley


The valley is filled with hush to the brim. Fog has rolled in spilling and filling it down from the mountain tops. The sun is hidden behind the clouds its glory yet unseen. Down in the valley some lights pierce the fog they guide me on my way as I am want to stray from the trail I'm on. Now the fog envelopes me and I can't see what surrounds me except for one light in the distance. I move carefully looking down on the trail. The light remains bright through the night its a sight so sweet to me and my tired feet. Another mile and there it is the local hotel shining its vacancy light. I ring the bell and get a room all is silent all is calm. Shutting the drapes on the fog it guides me to my bed.

 

[Greatcloud]

Fish monger

 

[afishamongmany]

Hi GC - your cameos, Snowman, Black crow and Peaceful valley, are a pleasure to read. You are good at evoking atmosphere in these mini stories.
Go well
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[Greatcloud]

I met him one day in land far away he had no words to say til I spoke them. Then we chatted awhile about nothing apropos. I was alone and I needed a good chat. We met the next day out by the highway. He let me in about some of his friends.

Years later when I became his friend his personality was clear to me if he ever got his head in the clouds I was the first to know it and promptly told him so.

Now he's my neighbor and a good man to know I talk to him every day and listen to what he has to say.

The birth of our friendship was there at first sight it was something to do and it turned out alright.

 

[Greatcloud]

Tomorrow long time


Tomorrow I will test . Tomorrow I will rest. But for now my compasity for a physical testing is simply gone. A long day still to go and here is not my home ,no here is where men and women break bones and lose face. Some of them have tomorrow. Some do not still they give it all they've got.

This martial arts tournament is not widely known only in this town. How many punches thrown to wear the crown , God knows.

Well my break is over and like every other lover ,it's time to go home soon to recover. Tomorrow seems like forever when your doing a hard thing.

 

[Martyr's Crown]

Tomorrow long time


Tomorrow I will test . Tomorrow I will rest. But for now my compasity for a physical testing is simply gone. A long day still to go and here is not my home ,no here is where men and women break bones and lose face. Some of them have tomorrow. Some do not still they give it all they've got.

This martial arts tournament is not widely known only in this town. How many punches thrown to wear the crown , God knows.

Well my break is over and like every other lover ,it's time to go home soon to recover. Tomorrow seems like forever when your doing a hard thing.

Good food for thought. Nice poem.

 

[Roadrunner3]

Nice poem, Greatcloud. I could feel the rain, hear the thunder, see the lightning. You did a good job of getting the senses involved.
RR3