In The Sky I see Your Face - with audio

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IN THE SKY I SEE YOUR FACE

The good old sun keeps a burning burning burning

The dancing world keeps on turning turning turning

Little feet run and fly returning, returning

Home after a day of youthful play

And in the sky I see your face

Eyes so true, your quiet loving voice

Lives intertwine, love’s sweetest wine

Mountains grey, oceans blue, lead to you, so fine

The birds they sing whistling, chirping calling

Above the orange blossoms budding, blooming falling

Insects and creatures creeping, restless, crawling

Colorful, black and grey, in the green and brown

And in my heart I call out to you

Your embrace in the grace of morning dew

The touch of your hand so soft and kind

Resting on the horizon, soaring in my soul and mind

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And if the Sun and sky flee away

The stormy clouds come take away the day

I’ll search the moon and stars in the night

Till I find away to make it right

On highest waves and in oceans deep

From darkest forest to highest mountains keep

Until the winds kiss this life with your name

And you rest here in these arms once again

Oh what ever in the world can I do

But to keep on forever loving you

All of the goodness this old world can bring

Is wrapped up in your love so I sing

The good old sun keeps a burning burning burning

The dancing world keeps on turning turning turning

Little feet run and fly not returning, not returning

Gone away from home after a wedding day of play

But high above the warm sun is brightly, finely, shining

The spinning world keeps on grinning, beaming, smiling

Rose petal blushes crimson, beckoning, and beguiling

In the days, stars and moon, love is music, bride and groom

And in the sky I see your face

Deep in love, a gentle secret place

Hearts intertwine, sweetest heavenly design

Oceans swell, Mountains climb, I am yours as you are mine

The good old sun keeps a burning burning burning

This dancing world keeps on turning turning turning

Little feet run and fly returning, returning

Home after a day of youthful play

And in the sky I see your face

Eyes so true, your quiet loving voice

Lives intertwine, love’s sweetest wine,

Earth and sky, Rainbow’s hue, can it be true, that you are mine

Tired - with audio

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I’m tired
Tired of the heat
Tired
Need an ice cold treat
Tired
I’m tired and I’m beat

Tripping through my world
Angry at all who I meet

Tired
I need to retreat
Tired
Speaking thoughts, not discrete
Tired
Can’t walk on my feet

Falling on the curb
Face in the concrete

Tired
I’m announcing defeat
Tired
Hiding under the sheet
Tired
And my work’s not complete

Tumbling down the stairs
Right out into the street

What can I say
What shall I speak

Please just excuse me
Friend I’m feeling weak

Too tired to respect you
So tired, just had to repeat

Please let me find a cool night
So I can lay in some sleep

Fret Not Little Bird - with audio

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FRET NOT LITTLE BIRD

Fret not little bird and hear the true word,

Please listen to what I shall tell

That God is in the heavens and we are on the earth

And all will be well in the dell

Trust in the one who made the earth and sun,

With the seeds, the trees, and the fruit

With a purpose, we suppose, for the bee and the rose,

For you and your lovely recruit

Fear not pretty one, dry your tears in the sun,

Fly on where true love doth compel

Join those in the field, a blossomed little world,

Where the sky rests upon the tel

Swell up with song for the light doth shine strong

Clear, the way above, wide and blue

With sweet blessings falling in the breezes that come a calling,

Bringing flight to me and to you.

dedicated to the nini kid for sweet happiness and blessings always. 2017

No More Reason In The Rhyme - with audio

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Asking all the questions

Making no connections

Drifting through hollow checkout lines

Headed no direction

Diced up into sections

On the freeway one more time

The voice of news resigns

Information to compel and sell

But way up in my head, I’m feeling fine

I’m just cruising on

Just like ten thousand lost songs

In another paradigm

Coming from a different time

Having these big conversations

That never reach their destinations

No communication 
In these words of mine

I’m just cruising along

In an ocean wide and plumb

Smiling youthful faces

Silent waves, and graces

Criminal, a generation behind

Inside feels like dying, 
Crying, trying to remind

Sighing, sharing caring, 
Reaching out deaf and blind

Asking all the questions

Used to give directions

Out front and headed up the line

Singing songs, and making deals

On the stage and in Time square

In Halls and hearts made it shine

Cities crashing to the ground

Unknowing eyes hear no sound

Language foreign, 
No more reason in the Rhyme

Where Do The Words Go

Where do the words go

Down the page

In the book

On the shelf

You know

Where to the words go

Out of the head

On the paper

Scale the caper

Oh, OH

Where do the words go

In the hidden heart

Deep in the soul

And on the pages now

Only the spaces show

Where do the words go

Spent at a party

In a passing car

On the nearest star

A mystery to show

Where do the words go

Between me and thee

He and she

Faces and baby

To pictures below

Where do the words go

Into the ground

To sprout the seeds

In rain coming down

Sunlit sound in swaying trees

Where do the words go

Sent to the spirit rising

Beyond painted horizon

Higher than lightning

Passing Jupiter Calypso and Pluto

Where do the words go

Cleansed in waters above and below

Returned to the Cosmos in

Spiraling eternal shuddering colors

Love’s Utterances of long ago 

Poems Naive

Hello All:

The poems herein represent feelings, reflections and moments in time. They are original drafts, some of which remain here in all their glory and have not been edited. The criticism that I get from most of my writer friends is that the poems or stories do not have a beginning middle and an end. This is because most of us here in the west, whether we know it or not, have been trained in the style and structure of classical literature. In the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, from beat poets, to Bukowski to rap there has been some movement away from that strictness of form, as seen in the visual art world first with the French painters of the late 19 century and the Spanish painters of the early 20th, culminating with folks like Jackson Pollard in the 1930s 40s and beyond.

That being said a lot the work here is amateur and naive, and without the polish of the outstanding professional training and talent represented by the rich literary traditions available to us in each of our respective places of origin.

I'm not sure that I will get around to tidying up around here, so if you see these poems elsewhere in the future looking a little different and some with changed titles its all good. You can say; well I knew those poems way back when, before they were all clean and shiny. Thanks for looking in -

and Best Regards,
Dusty Crucible, at www.cloudywaves.blogspot.com
PS. Check for audio links to hear some poems read aloud.

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Gentle Elevation - with audio

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Walking long in the majestic woods

Cabins watching like men in hoods

Eyes unfolding mysteries o’er the sandy path

Conifers, Pines, Oaks, and deep green undergrowth

Angelic Sunlight reaches down through leafy branches

Kind words, knowing smiles, hushed voices, a Blue Jay dances

Love is given and taken in the rich mountain air

Woodpeckers overhead work and play with equal flair

Tap tap tap tap tap, flying, sailing, diving, chattering

A pond in the distance, surface rippling, hardly noticing

Peaceful thoughts in the day’s hot fractured light

Sounds of mice in the ceiling, mountain lion’s cries in the night

Cold dark restless outside, inside quiet prayers, bodies calm

Blanketed sleep, murmuring softly, popping flames charm and warm

Coffee and eggs, with sleepy happy faces

Packing and cleaning then on to other places

Oh gentle elevation touched by descending cloudy vapors

Each heart beats out a song, singing of your stunning favors

Farewell to all creatures, wildflowers and living things so pretty

Down the winding ways speed we away toward the distant city