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There are Clouds

There are clouds hanging over

yon Caradon Hill;

like the clouds hanging over my head;

but the breeze will blow

and those clouds will go,

mine shall be with me ‘til I’m dead.

White fluffy clouds in a clear green sky

White fluffy clouds in a clear green sky

Nibbling the grass as I walked by.

The Sky

The sky

was obscured

by crowds

of clouds

all jostling

for a place

near the front.

A Convoy of Clouds

Those on the edges of a cloud convoy were more likely to be picked off when the submarines found the convoy, but, sometimes, a torpedo finding a cloud in the midst of all the others would cause a considerable amount of panic. When the structure of a cloud convoy was lost the clouds all became easy pickings.


We wandered lonely,

just like clouds,

above the ground

our duvet shrouds,

moving slowly, along, around,

to and fro,

pushed by winds,

to where we seem to want to go;

up in the breeze,

looking down upon the trees,

leisure takes us

as we please.

Chasing Butterflies

Click below to see the words with a picture – G:)


I’m chasing butterflies,

though it’s not allowed,

under the auspices

of a wandering cloud.


☁️ x – from a Cloud’s perspective.

☁️ x – From a cloud’s perspective

“I was just floating along

minding my own business

when this geezer spots me;

he starts purple prosing me,

in like a poetic way;

he gets all rhymey and rhythmic-like…

Well, I wanted to breeze on out of there;

but, I was just floating around

over the ‘ills and the vales;

not much I could do really,

just had to wait for the old Zephyr to pick up

and blow me out of there.

He waffles on for a while, and then…

well I’ll be blowed

he decides to call his poem ‘Daffodils!’

I mean, I started it off,

what’s wrong with ‘Cloud’ as a title?

Wish I hadn’t bothered catching his eye –


Upon Clouds

Upon Clouds

I watch the clouds pass by,

they seem to know where it is that they are going;

although different parts of the clouded sky

do appear to be travelling in different directions.

I consider lengthily the possibilities

of a cloud’s destination,

and I am visibly moved;

even though I am standing still,

and they have gone.

Cloud Castles

Cloud Castles

The castle I saw can be seen here. G:)

The crumbling ruins

of the cloud castles in the sky

catch my attention

as I walk

and they drift by;

fallen battlements

a testament to many battles fought;

whether lost or won

I know naught.



I was walking along

looking at the sky

as I do

when I saw a cloud,

a cloud in the shape

… of a cloud.

Not in the shape of a bird

or a penguin

(which is also a bird)

although there were a few of them flying around

(birds, not penguins)

but cloud-shaped;

then there was another

and another

all similar

but different

in their own cloudy way.

And I thought upon the clouds

then wrote this.