poems from the sky

poems from the sky

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Nobody

A world of screens and endless streams, Where tweets and posts fulfill our dreams, look there’s a book it’s such a chore and nobody reads poetry anymore Gone the days of paper - ink, Now it's emojis that make us think. Rhymes and verses, once the core but nobody reads poetry anymore A world of noise and shallow fame, reality is not the same this plastic life is such a bore and nobody reads poetry anymore. whizzy busy makes me dizzy every app so very swizzy too and fro all on the go but nobody reads poetry anymore

Nothing

Nothing to do, nothing to say Nothing to wear, no place to play Nothing to eat, nothing to drink Nothing to see, no time to think Nothing to buy, nothing to sell Nothing to save, no tales to tell Nothing to hear, nothing to feel Nothing to love, nothing’s the deal nothing to look at nothing to find nothing and noone who we leave behind nothing but nothing all gone AWOL nothing to see here, no, nothing at all

Clever

Clever’s a fox, who hides from plain sight Clever’s an owl, in a barn in the night Clever’s a puzzle, that's so hard to solve Clever’s a secret, that’s never been told Clever’s a wit, not failing to charm Clever’s a plan, avoiding all harm Clever’s a strategy, always prevailing Clever’s a quick trick, that’s never failing Clever’s a mind, unconcealed by a frown Clever’s a book, that you just can't put down Clever’s a word, hits the target just right Clever’s a skill, that shines like a light

Love

Hate

Love a melody, lifting the heart Hate is the opposite, tearing apart Love is a rainbow, painting the sky Hate is like thunder, making us cry

Love is a gift, to give and receive Hate is a thief, who tries to deceive Love is a flower, on an early spring morn Hate is the darkness, hatred and scorn Love is a light, to guide through the night Hate like a blindfold, obscuring our sight Love is a force, that’s uniting and healing Hate is a barrier, lying and stealing Love’s like a call, to open your heart Hate’s like a fall, that breaks you apart Love is the way, to a far better fate Hate is the price, we just cannot pay.

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Words, oh words, I love to play Mixed up, jumbled, disarray A puzzle for the mind to solve A tangled web where I revolve Letters switch, positions change different meanings, different range Muddled thoughts a twisted plot sometimes clear, sometimes not a page of notes, a wordy mess yet look embrace and yes address A chance to flex our mental might To find some order in this plight So let’s revel the mixed up words face up, do not be deterred crazy hazey so intense without a shred of common sense mixed up letters tumbled jumbled all the words picked up then fumbled miss reading daily every hour my special super dooper power

[dis-lek-see-uh]

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Miles

Where magic, and reality together intertwine, where all the stars above you fall neatly and align, possible begins to bloom like flowers in the spring the canvas is a virgin where nothing is the thing. No limits and, no boundaries just who you choose. The villain or a hero in your never ending tale, the narrative within your palm you own the holy grail the author of your destiny, Embrace the force within, the journey of a thousand miles begins when you begin where fantasies all fuse, A tapestry of wonder, where you are -

The Heroin

I awake to pain's embrace The cold and rain upon my face Beg on corners, trade my pride Lie for cash, where shadows hide Brownish powder, syringe and vein Tighten grip, a dance of pain a silent sting, a desperate plea I hate the hit, that sets me free Leave the world, my endless struggles Drift to dreamland, leave my troubles the warm embrace my friend so true Where troubles fade, and worries die But dawn awakens, cold and stark Pain returns, and makes its mark I awake to pain's embrace The cold and rain upon my face Back to corners, beg to score A cycle that repeats once more in darkened alleys where I hide my only way to stay alive golden beaches, sky’s so blue My happy place, I soar, I fly

Down the lanes of modern dreams, where neon lights converge, Where shadows dance, a concrete stage, but secrets don’t emerge, A place forgotten, seldom seen, a world of grit no grace, Inhabited by souls unseen, on streets a nameless space. No fame, no fortune, nor acclaim, no polished marble halls, Just cobblestones and broken dreams, where desperation calls, The buildings slump with faded paint, and memories wearing thin, As silent whispers fill the air, where life's been lost to sin. Here, where dreams have come to die, and hopes have lost their wings, Where faces etched with sorrow speak of countless unseen things, In the forgotten corners, where the lost and lonesome meet, There lies a hidden symphony on streets that none will greet. No grand facade of grandeur here, no splendour to behold, and every crack and every scar tells stories left untold. Downtrodden souls that pass you by, with sadness in their eyes, Have learned to dance to melodies of silent, sombre sighs. Beneath the glow of flickering lights, in alleys dark they creep, A jigsaw puzzle, mismatched lives, In shades of dusk and sleep, Where misfits find their company, amidst the urban sprawl, And bittersweet, forgotten hearts embrace their endless fall. The cobalt sky above it all, indifferent to their plight, Reflects the tears, their hidden fears that haunt the dreary night, And in this urban tapestry, on streets with no grand name, A symphony of broken souls conducts its mournful claim. The pain and hurt for all to see. But for the grace of god goes thee

But for the grace of God

A crazy mad amusement park, a ride of thrills, a vibrant spark. Up and down, we do the rounds, vivid Colours noisy sounds. Minds all slip, and make it real, get on board and ride the wheel. Now take a breath then hit the brake, slow the motion wide awake.

It’s just a Ride

Take a moment from the show, and question things you think you know.

Don't be afraid, It's just a ride, a journey but without a guide.

A stage a play with unknown actors villains heros and detractors. Where nothing that you see is certain hidden by the fire curtain. Clinging on, convinced it's true, we laugh and cry and argue, too. But listen as the truth rings clear, It's just a ride, nothing to fear. Into the sky then to the floor, and round and round and round some more. The circle that is never ending, Visions blending and mind-bending.

A funfair ride where we reside a trip inside your minds outside. Where the lies and truth all blend before we know - it all will end.

A trip into a world unknown, Where colours swirl in every tone, A journey through a rainbow haze, As you walk in to the maize.

A world Unknown

The room begins to melt away, As visions form in disarray, And walls become a living dream, With sounds that twist and turn and scream. The patterns on the carpet swirl, As thoughts and feelings now unfurl, And time becomes a fickle friend, your mind begins to bend and blend. Colours pulse and throb with light, As music fills the endless night, The senses now no longer blind, In this adjusted state of mind. your thoughts becomes a canvas white, On which the universe takes flight, And all that was once known before, a beacon light and so much more. The world beyond the eyes is vast, As ego fades away at last journey to the vast unknown, Into a land that now you own. you let your mind climb free and high, And let your spirit dance and fly, For in this world of endless space, No limit to your mind's embrace.

Long ago in a mystical land, the elves gathered taking a stand.

The world was in mono no colours of autumn, they decided to paint it from top to the bottom.

It was dawn and the sun was arising, a grey world yet somewhat surprising. The elves from the bushes all took out their brushes and started to paint the horizon. With brushes in hand and colours so bright they painted the mountains, the oceans, just right. The forests were green and the sky now bright blue, and the flowers they painted in every hue.

For Sam

They painted the sunrise, oh what a sight and the lights in the north that were shining so bright.

They painted the animals big and the small, and even the insects they painted them all.

They painted a cloud that was blacker than night, they painted a rainbow then oh what a fright. They did something special and truly quite frightening, went up to the cloud and then painted the lightening. They painted the world in so many shades, they painted the grass - all of the blades. They painted until their hands were so sore, and when they had finished there was nothing more. And now we all live in a world that’s so quaint, all thanks to the elves and their magical paint. Each night the paint fades and it turns back to mono, but the elves paint again in the morning tomorrow.

“Go on!” they cried, “alright” he said “it seems I just have time” and from the book upon his palm he read another rhyme. “This book upon my palm is packed with poems from the sky, and though I rarely tell the truth you’ll rarely hear a lie!” His bony fingers found a page, he creased it rather neatly, then tore it out and screwed it up then wiped his nose discreetly. The page he then unfolded and the paper seemed to glow, he then began reciting and tomorrow will be last” “The day before tomorrow neatly followed yesterday” “And yesterday would still be here but found he couldn’t stay” “Last week can be just a day away I tell the truth my friends” “Today’s the only time we know and 12 O’Clock it ends!” “And then another day begins It’s called today once more” “You’ll stand around and let it pass just like you’ve done before!” “Two days before tomorrow was a time called yesterday” “And neatly packed betwixt them both is where we are today” “ENOUGH!” He yelled and closed his book “Go on! Go on!” They cried “I said no more – no more I said” “You said you rarely lied” “I said I rarely tell the truth – indeed I barely do” “I fairly said I speak them both – I said it squarely too!” “I merely meant I never nearly always stick to both!” “But even this I wouldn’t swear On both I’ll take an oath” as he wavered too and fro. “Before today was yesterday and yesterday has passed” “Today is still beside us

The Clown and the Rhyme (act 1)

The crowd looked on then followed on two steps behind the clown “Please read more rhymes to feed our minds” he turned and gave a frown “I have no more” – a lie for sure or just another scam His eyes looked down toward the ground then once again began “You’ll never hear me tell a lie and truths are not my thing” “I always walk the line between the best of both I bring!” His fingers flicked the page again and quickly found his place he read – then stopped and looked about a smile crept on his face “Yesterday – we called today tomorrow ‘fore it came and when it finally got here, then we changed the name again!” “Last week had seven yesterdays and all were called today and all were called tomorrow ‘fore we called it all a day!” “Last month was once a fortnight hence last week was just the same” “Next year was once a decade off and will be soon again!” “You see, to me – you must agree a week a month a year

The Clown and the Rhyme (act 2)

is just today – and every day I hope I’ve made it clear!” “So please be wise – don’t criticize hold on – no time to wait. Just seize today and every day

before it is too late!” A pause – “Go on” – “Goodnight” he said

“this clown has spent his time” And off he went to contemplate another silly rhyme.

another tale of nonsense - sence another silly rhyme where once agin we meet our friend somewhere in space and time he’s reading from a book he wrote called poems from the sky to you and all the word a fool but not a fool to I

Karma

he tells of tails of karma a truly ghostlike force waiting in the shadows it acts with no remorse

unseen it’s all around us yet watching every deed the good the bad, no prejudice a payback guaranteed so just think hard before you act be careful who you hurt the wheel of life is turning so please stay well alert a simple rule - remember when things are up or down the circles never ending what goes always comes round the moral is quite simple here good deeds beget good deeds bad is bad we know the deal karma always succeeds.

A pair of worn out tennis shoes so many sets they’ve played, they’ve lost too many games to love now worn out im afraid. They’ve played their part, in many wins. Victories on the court. Bouncing on the baseline yes, sometimes falling short. The laces now a tangled mess. The soles are worn right trough. The canvas full of holes, you’ll see, the eyelets all askew But yet they still show character. just take a closer look. There could be some potential with, a following wind and luck So don't discard them - not so quick! They’re quirky, yes I know, hang them from a silver pin and put them up on show Then watch as people look and ask, and wonder why they’re there. Just tell them it's a tennis thing and let them stand and stare. It’s just a pair of worn out pumps there, hanging in the air, to me they’re art and priceless and they’re really very rare.

worn out tennis shoes

In the mystical land that I call BingleyBoo, Where the trees are all purple I tell you it's true! Where the clouds are all made up of white linen sheets and the flowers all glow as they line all the streets The sun shines so bright in ten shades of blue, And the moons a baloon, with a luminous hue The stars dance around it in merry delight, And the grass sings a melody

Bingley Boo

all through the night. The mountains all look just like huge jelly beans, And nothing you see there is just what it seems. The unicorns fly with the pigs in the sky, to the sheer delight

of all who pass by In this magical land that I call BingleyBoo

where the sun shines all night and the sea’s made of glue as I lie in my bed simply counting the sheep it's a place where I go to to play in my sleep

A beauty from the rising sun Eyes like jewels, second to none Porcelain skin and raven hair my China girl, beyond compare Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art Style and grace a smiling face Laughter lighting up the place A voice just like a summer breeze Whispers gently, like the trees Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art In your world, I find my peace It takes me where my troubles cease I found the calm inside the storm Salvation, and a brand new dawn Oh, China girl, you stole my heart Beauty shines in every part Grace and style, you stand apart My China girl, a work of art My China girl, so divine A work of art, beyond design I bow to her, beyond supreme In awe, my gorgeous China dream.

China Girl

A brace of dice, he whistled twice now let the games begin. At every turn your time will burn and every throw I’ll win. With eyes like ice, she whistles thrice reflecting in the moon. A double stays with the maze the change will strike you soon. A six and then another, it’s time to make the play.

Ignoring all the danger with no time to delay Defensive not offensive she stands aside the king. Protecting yet expecting the perils that may bring. Perfection an ideal match to win they bend the rules. Creating an illusion to fool the many fools.

A Brace

Three paces up and one across then creeping by the guards. The deck is stacked - the board is packed but he holds all the cards. A passage to the wonderland the rabbit hole is near. Take the tumble, down they go ignoring all they fear. they find the place - a vivid space there’s a rainbow in the road.

Glitter diamonds sparkle the perfect new abode.

A brace of dice he whistles twice stage one first step clean slate a game begun - and never won just destiny and fate.

A realm of digital streams is where we all reside, Within a simulation, where all our worlds collide, Lines of code aligned in fusion your confusion an illusion an oblivious delusion with no outside intrusion

a programmed population each one of them believes a simulated world of lies where noone ever leaves A walk through countless scripted scenes a dream within your dreams a never ever ending pantomime and who knows what it means A non existent chaos realm, where time and space are lines, a Construct of illusions, with binary designs, searching for a purpose, meaning, and a worth, Unaware without a care existing since your birth. listen and look closely, for here now comes the twist, no revelation, clarity that can be dismissed, For deep within the chaos this world of numbered code, a spark ignites and lights the flame the path becomes a road. Whispers, murmurs display dissent, The simulation falters, its rules cannot be bent, An anomaly emerges from beneath the binary sea, A glitch within the system, it longs to break you free.

As the defects multiply, and reality is shifting, Layers now unravel, as the simulations drifting Consciousness awakens, as minds begin to soar,

Boundaries all are shattered, there’s no limits anymore it’s now you finally see the light yet you remain a quidam all things in the construct an insane algorithm cruelly twisting every fate, the truth unfolds untold, the dreams you had have crumbled the trail has gone too cold , existing no resisting reality desisting

however hard you try there’s no way you can cheat no escape, no secret door no alt control delete