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chris Jul 2020
let me understand the clouds
their moods and patterns that

they display in the sky

a single cloud crosses the sky,
from the ground, we can watch it go by

holding my world up there high
in the sky, we look as time passes by

happy clouds, quiet clouds
calm, still clouds
inspired by RM's tweet about catching clouds
link: https://twitter.com/BTS_twt/status/1287030767353131008?s=20
Paul J V Jul 2020
(Internet dating in the COVID lockdown)

Floating again in cyberspace,
hopping from cloud to cloud
hoping and hoping to face
her placed but not embraced

Head spinning, not acid spaced
nor aced in love misplaced,
smiles at angel eyes and face,
Silver *****, is it  legally laced?  

Left wondering when she might drop around
to unpack the cosmos or something profound,
or not profound, a quirky man, not unsound
but tossed on the life affirming shore of hope,
hope we might, in the line of mortal time elope.                          
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copyright 2020 Paul J. V
Lara Jul 2020
Blue eyes change due to the feeling a person has

Darker blue eyes are showing their spark when I’m getting tired
The sparks in my eyes can’t take very good glances anymore

They shine bringst and light when the weather is getting better and when I’m happy
They shine just like the clouds with wind coming for them

When the emotions are overwhelming my eyes look like an ocean
All the same but different
Different colours who can’t find the right place just like waves trying to catch each other in the ocean

My eyes are like a colourboard of feelings
You can read way much from the eyes than from the smile
Jenish Jul 2020
I wish to be the gentle breeze
Sweeping tearful eyes
Of the weary midday flower.
Or to be the horrid shadow
Casting fearful darkness
For a passer-by to rest.
A rippling river of white
I wish to be the one
Drenching thirst of arid earth.
Or to be a dancing wave
Of the mighty sea
Playing with a child.
A guild of fleeting clouds
Hiding splendid sun
For a homeless soul
Or the canopy of green
Thwarting rain for a home
I wish to be the one.
I wish to be a cresset
Guiding glimpse of hope
In the prosaic paths of pangs
Or to be a firefly
In the dim toilsome journey
Of a soul to his divine home.
Mark Wanless Jul 2020
the cloud exists in the mind
i see i see now
turn around look at future
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