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Crying River

Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dash
Cold children, no smiling splash
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem -shallow basin 
---Dream---

She cries a tune, 
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her wind, Pretty Chains O Lake 
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from her garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain

When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's wide awake during winter's rain and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, ice cold snap, bayou stirring up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps

A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain 
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan

~3/5/14~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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Running Tide

Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny  skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006

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Water

Water- Lauryn hill unplugged( Kian breakfast in bed)

I shouldn't spend so much time
in the forlorn
Saddened by the mistakes that haunt me
The past for which I can not change is gone for good
Rinsed down the drain.
And that's a good thing
A filtration system meant to recycle in 
the fresh experiences and insights that will
quench my thirst.
I wasn't the last and I wont be the first.

Love is alot like water, or a running spring, or maybe a well
Time will tell if this levy will break again, if my heart bursts open it could become a tsunami, the epic disaster would be immeasurable the carnage that devastates all who crosses the path.
The pain is palpable, disease is incurable, the number of affected people is a toll that is non billable. You do the math.

The water I speak of can be stream in a meadow,, It can be redirected as she could be swimming up stream with a different fellow. My heart is yellowed, afraid of this angry sea, Mighty storm torrential rain before me. Never mind that I can't swim, can't save you if I tried, besides who can swim and cry?
I've drowned in my failures drifting along until I found this life line
Now it's a combination of destiny, and time.
Will I beach at a paradise or beaten by the rocks while floating down stream. Sublime.

The water is a force, the beach beckons, can't have earth sans water. Can't have food, can't have rain, can't have showers, baths, soak pain away, rinse away, drink to cure, can be serene and pure. Visceral, celestial,natural, perennial, preferential, moving about my earth directing my new flow. Cleansing me letting it all go taken away lost in your ocean living off the idea that inside me will one day again grow.

Copyright © Kian Furnace | Year Posted 2013

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TYLER, SUNDAY MORNING

Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water 
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as 
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching 
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head. 
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air, 
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a 
cricket who begins to sing. The world 
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory. 
It's a Water Dog thing.

                   for my granddog...

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2011

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Rain Drops

Have you ever listen to the sounds of rain ,
As it pitter patters against your window pain?
The sound is like music and it is so sweet,
As it gathers in a puddle around your feet.

Rain coat and boots is what you need to wear,
To keep the rain out,and stay dry under there.
Without little rain drops, where would we be?
All dried up and blowing in the breeze.

Flowers need rain drops as much as the sun,
They spread thier little leaves to catch every one.
Into the ground the little rain drops do go ,
To help the roots to get strong and grow.

Rain drops make a pond where fish can swim,
Without the water we would not have them.
To watch them swin around here and there,
Makes one wonder how they got there.

The oceans are vast ,with water everywhere,
But without that first drop of water ,the land would be bare.
There would be no trees ,no brush , no grass,
If the rain drops stoped falling, nothing would last.

The next time your out walking and it starts to rain,
Remember the little rain drops will cause you no pain.
Hold out your hand and you will see,
Little rain drops were sent from heaven for you and for me.

Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2007

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heaven on the water

trawlers steam out from dutch harbour
patroling the frozen waves
serching for gold under the sea 
to feed my family

in the wheelhouse the stars shine in
skyes dark and air so thin
no mater where this vessel takes me
my heart is yerning out for you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

icey winds shiver my spine
as we bring out catch abord
empty net and broken dreams 
as the waves come crashing down

storms break loose with a crash of thunder
rolling across the bering sea 
up and down around then under
but still i dream of you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

i see you face as the boat goes down
sea whispering my name
beconing me to the river
where we first found love

heaven on the water
im still here my love
watching you and our daughters 
from the stars above
heaven on the water 
calling out your name
calling out your name
heaven on the water
calling out your name

Copyright © Matt Doe | Year Posted 2007

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Lost in Paris

my soul undresses
in view of the blue world
this virgin sky
our eternal sea
and the forest to inspire
oh my sad desert
i've lost my way

Copyright © Milan Georges Burovac | Year Posted 2015

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LOVE WILL FIND AWAY


Real love is like water from tropical mountains
It will find ways to flow down from the hills
Wild water is draw by forming beautiful river
Battered and tumbling down to kiss big boulders

Made noisy to cruise a hundred miles of destination
The birds and flowers cheering together in the excursion
Running water made high ways to reached the amazing journey
A journey that river and ocean met and lived happily

What a wonderful world man be falling in love
Find ways in reaching the impassable road of love
Building a strong meaning of loveliness
And vanished all doubts meaning of loneliness


Copyright © Harry Baguio | Year Posted 2012

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Hearts Are Young Again

Silent sounds the winter wind, left to vanish forever more,
There fiery salvation like our father, lost in dream so long ago;
 Sometimes floats by the melting ice, in water ghostly cold,
And somewhere instilled is the meaning of our life’s desires    

 Cast out the fragments of what dwells within, cast out.
Cast out a symbol that measures a moment, cast out.
My heart grows old as wisdom is told, like the tick of an ancient clock,
And I often stand with withered hands and pain in my tired bones

 We pass the solitude of our own intent, to those with concept and vision,
Though the eyes may see the passing age and the passing of morality, 
Come feel a breeze as spring is born and breathe deep the sweeter scent,
While lilies grow where a water flows and hearts are young again  
  
                                          By m.norton

Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2013

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Who Will Water My Plants

Who Will Water My Plants


I swore by the rare LEO moon -
well lighted above.
That I would never falter 
in our marriage of love.
 
I swore by all that's good and right, that
I would be the perfect wife.
 
I told myself and a million stars;
It would be best to cover up the scars.
 
If I were to only tow the line
I could keep the matter 
under my mind.
So sure that your temper 
would settle down.
 
When our children be grown and gone
and finally living on their own.
 
The inner-voice you have inside
I hoped to your GOD 
conscience, it would chide.
Awaking yet your virtuous side.
 
I should had left when 
the children had gone,
After that you 
barely came home.
 
ALONE with my wounds, 
computer,and plants.
You allowed me no friends,
never filed a complaint
no records were kept.
Under the carpet 
my abuse had been swept.
 
One night he came, 
could not find 
his good shoes
which he kept 
under our bed.
He then,threw a glass,
and it just missed my head.
 
The fury in his eyes, 
said that I was to die.
When the smoke cleared, 
it was he that lay dead.
 
Being alone, I had secured protection
"Who will water my plants if I die" 
"I thought "
"I fired a shot in his direction.
 
I could not reply
When the officer 
asked me "WHY"- 
I could not explain 
the tears and the pain
"Who will water my plants" 
was my only cry.
"Who will water my plants " 
I did sigh..
 
Explanation,of no use-
from years of 
silencing abuse.
Why I stayed 
I never knew.!
 
Love had ended,ended too soon.
I had promised that Leo moon.
 
As I had no rant-
All I could say 
as they led me away...
 
Was... "Who will water my plants " ?
 

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Red Beard

Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had

Stowing away on a pirate vessel 
Turned himself in not even a wrestle

Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the trouble he was in

To the plank cast him aside!
Then the boys knees buckled….he cried

Red Beard yanked him up and stared deep
Some use of this boy, if I want to keep

To the crew or to the sea? Red Beard thought
A pupil to over see if well taught

“Take him below!” are his orders
“Food and water in my quarters”

The boy moved quickly at the thought of food
Take his mind off of his saddened mood

A feast laid before his weary eyes
Hot bread and large chicken thighs

Warm milk and cool fresh water too was in store
He ate and ate till he couldn’t anymore

It was eve before the Captain appeared
The boy was asleep his mind without fear.

Into his arms the boy went
Carried to the cot for his rent

An orphan too, was this pirate knave
Maybe this child he could save

Schooling was what first struck his mind
A great teacher was hard to find

Sailing and piracy was all he knew
“I want more for this lad. A start anew.”

…..A rapping came to the cabin door
Urgent business he had to make sure

“What is it?” Bellowed a voice
“A British flag and jack a hoist!”

A war galleon was on the horizon 
A battle was on the rising

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007

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Makes Me Wonder

Where is good when you falls in love someone at a wrong time
Where is good when you are in the right time at a wrong love
Where is good when you meet the right love at a wrong place
Where is good when you are in the right place at a wrong love
All these questions makes me wonder

I wonder why the high clouds is touching over the mountains
Just to join sympathy in the times of  sadness and loneliness
Then the rains pour down and spray the wild trees and flowers
Just giving your life to become fruitful in times of happiness
All these questions makes me wonder

Why does the storm make it cloudy while you are crying
Why does the sun is mostly shiny while you are laughing 
Why the swallow water making noise when you are getting angry
Why the high tide water keep it silent when you are so lovely
All these questions makes me wonder

Someone is asking what is love when there is no tomorrow 
We have yesterday but never today that could bring for tomorrow 
Love is full of queries that no one knows to tell the answer
No one needs to explain because only heart dictates you to answer
All these questions makes me wonder

Copyright © Harry Baguio | Year Posted 2012

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Flow

The river cried-- oh what stones have i carried. All must resolve, all must dissolve, none of my sands may vary.

Have no fear, your waters are clear. Resilience is found in your currents. Let no stones dam your flow. I am the lake. I am your rest , i am the beauty beyond your mistakes.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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There once was a girl

There once was a girl
Who sat at the lake
Thinking to herself
She said, this is a mistake.

The lake is all dry
Nothing but mud.
What was once so pretty,
Is now just a dud.

What could have happened
To all that water.
What about the fish? 
They don't just get up and wonder.

Then she saw it in the middle
A hole had form, the size of her fist.
What could I do?
How can I fix this?

I can walk out there and fill the whole
Then the water can no longer escape.
The rain will come and fill it up
Make it once again a lake.

Now the water is rising up,
The hole still filled with my hand.
This probably wasn't a great idea.
I shouldn't be here, I should be on land.

There once was a girl
Who sat in the lake.
Thinking to herself
She said, this was a mistake.

Copyright © Araceli Hosea | Year Posted 2012

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A River of Water of Life



" A River of Water of Life ... "

( Based On Revelation 22: 1 )



A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering Trees, Whose Leaves Cure Those Once Damned

(Rev. 22: 3)
For No More Will There Be Any Curse
When A River of Water of Life, Flows On Earth
From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Watering The Healing-Harvest For All GOD's Humans

... Drinking From A River of Water of Life



And We Will Splash & Play In Rainbows & Swim
By The River of Water of Life, Clear As Crystal Gems
Where On The River's Sides, Grows Trees of Fruited-Limbs
Basking In The Glorious, Loving Light of  HIM

... and We'll Be Singing Hymns - By A River of Water of Life



As A River of Water of Life ...
Will Replenish Earth's Eden - Paradise
From The Source - JEHOVAH God  &  King Jesus Christ
Where The Whole World Is Fully Blessed & Baptized ...

By A River of Water of Life ...
Clear As Crystal, Sparkling In Brightest Son-Light
Flowing From The Throne of GOD and The Lamb
Refreshing All Those, As Grateful As I Am ...

For A River of Water of Life ...


      Written & Copyrighted ©:  2/20/2014
                 by:  MoonBee  Canady



Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2014

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The sinking ship

Thus, came to an end,
both the depth of my breath,
and our happy sail,
on the waves of the pacific.

The iceberg pierced the giant,
sucked us,
of our joy and dreams,
families deserted and orphans born.

To those chilling waves,
we froze,
with jaws wide apart,
and our teeth went crystal.

Our tears went unnoticed,
superior were those,
icy beams of the pacific,
that froze our tears half way down.

we floated for hours,
on those old dusty structures of wood,
they could bear not more than one,
relations along with dreams, we had to sacrifice.

thus froze my body in the icy arms,
my pulse stampeded,
and hopes shattered
so speaks my soul from the distant skies. #PSM

Copyright © MAHESH PETHAKAMSETTY | Year Posted 2015

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Into The Blue

On this beautiful sunny day,
We pack up our belongings and go on our way.

We drive towards our new boat where we will enjoy our first day at sea,
Today is the day I am so happy to be me.

We have waited so long for this moment to arrive,
At this moment, I feel so alive.

On the deep blue sea we set sail for our first trip,
I am excited about knowing I will take my first dip.

Shadows fall over me as clouds begin to appear,
As I listen closely, rumbling of thunder I hear.

The rain begins to beat down on our boat and we begin to feel fear,
I am so scared, I curl up under deck and start to shiver and tear.

My husband is yelling for me to help him up above,
But all I could do is whisper that I'm sorry, I can't my love.

We begin to drift farther out into the deep blue with dark skies overhead,
I try to ignore what is happening, the fear my husband is dead.

I heard him scream my name while I heard a horrible splash,
Water is now coming into the boat through a huge gash,

My life was so perfect at the beginning of the day,
There is nothing left for me to do but cry and pray.


Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2016

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barefoot in the summers water

Barefoot in the summers water,
Barefoot n the waters edge, do you hear the sound? 
Close your eyes , feel the sand between your toes,
Summers here, no need for haste,
Summers heat, sun, is meant to have fun,
Barefoot in the summers waters, is a time for lovers to falter.

Barefoot in the summers sand, wager, running as freely as a child's heart,
To be free from worry, free from stress, open wide to curiosity, love for life,
Barefoot in the summers wagers, sand, to walk together hand in hand.

Barefoot in the summers waters sand, to hear only the sounds of laughter,joy, peace, 
You have been given a gift from above, don't let it go to waste,  the waters edge, is waiting for you to jump in, and be in the moment, let go of your daily grind,  just to be you, let out the inner child, be together with mother nature,  let free of  your busy mind.

The summers water, sand beneath your feet, lay down your tired body,power hour head into its healing waters, listen to the raindrops, as they erase your fears, for you are made anew,
Remember GOD made you, therefore He is always with you...

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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Siren's Song

She’s alone under beach lights, she’s screaming at air
wishing someone would notice, could anyone hear,
feel the anguish, the loss, losing battle of one?
She’s at war with the world and she’s comming undone.
‘It’s all wrong,’ left her lips, ‘it’s alright,’ said the tides,
‘sometimes we all need a safe place to hide,
to wait inside shadows, return with new light
cause we change and we change till the patterns are right.’
‘But this pounding resounding inside of my head,
I fear is the only thing tangible left.
I can hear it and feel it consuming my head,
eats me up from the inside, lays nothing to rest.’
But the water just turned and it crashed upon rocks,
became angry, determined, climbed onto the dock,
said, ‘Listen to me, I am old and I am wise,
what reason have I to fill you with lies?
I’m a part of your body, a piece of your world,
have I not kept you living since you were a girl?’
But her feet kept on forward at a steady pace
“I’m sick and I'm tired, I'm leaving this place.
I can wait no longer for the turning of time.
I'm the only one left and I’ve been left behind.”
‘But they’re here! Someone’s coming! It won’t be long yet.”
but her mind was as certain as certain could get
and the rushing of water had drown out the sound
as the pounding inside became heavy and loud
and the water, though angry, then grew very still
whispered ‘There is nothing if nothing is fueling a will.
I cannot instill a desire to live, eventual peace is all I could give.’
So she sank and she sang all the air from her lungs,
she breathed in the waves awaited silence to come.
“As I have in you, you may now flow through me,”
and the tides changed again as they dragged her to sea.

Copyright © Kelly Greer | Year Posted 2012

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i





  salt can bleed the heart
 out of its natural helium state.

 in the meantime i will age gradually.

 i am in need of scripture and multivitamins. 

 single sylable i sitting on the couch 
drinking tap water from a masson jar.

 monotheistic i body..

 three parts water one part salt.

 
 



  



 


Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2012

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Awakening

In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray

As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets

Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under

Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks

His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2007

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water

Water moves continually Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
common chemical substance 
essential to all forms of life 
 the substance  has a solid state, ice,
 and a gaseous state, water vapor.
About 1,460 teratonnes (Tt) of water covers 71% of the Earth's surface, 
 in oceans and other large water bodies, 
with 1.6% of water below ground in aquifers 
and 0.001% in the air as vapor, 
clouds (formed of solid and liquid water particles suspended in air), 
and precipitation.
Can cause hurricanes when global warming extends 
entire villages left submerged as in people's streets
submeerged.

Earth's water is contained 
within man-made and natural objects 
near the Earth's surface as water towers, 
animal and plant bodies, manufactured products, and food stores.
Water moves continually 
Saltwater oceans hold ing 97% of surface water,
 glaciers and polar ice caps 2.4%, 
and other land surface water such as rivers and lakes 0.6%.
Water moves continually 
 Water moves continually through a cycle of evaporation or transpiration, 
precipitation, and runoff, reaching the sea. 

Water moves continually over land 
Winds carry water vapor over land 
at the same rate as runoff into the sea, 
about 36 Tt per year.
Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
contribute another 71 Tt per year to the precipitation 
of 107 Tt per year over land. 
Some water is trapped 
for varying periods in ice caps, glaciers, aquifers, or in lakes, 
 providing fresh water for life on land. 

Clean, fresh water is essential to human and other life.
In many parts of the world, it is in short supply.
 Many organic molecules as well as salts, sugars,
 acids, alkalis, and some gases (especially oxygen), are soluble in water.
Water is essential for all life on Earth.

Humans can survive for several weeks without food, 
but for only a few days without water. 
more than one billion people
 in low and middle-income countries
 lack access to safe water for drinking, 
personal hygiene and domestic use.
more than 20 percent of the world’s people. 
 close to 2 billion people 
did not have access to adequate sanitation facilities.
leading causes of morbidity 
and mortality in low- and middle-income countries, frequently called developing 
countries.

 over 1.1 billion people are currently without safe drinking water.



Copyright © juana Guillen | Year Posted 2007

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WELLSPRING

You are all together desirable
and so my soul longs for you
hold me close don't let me go
I need to know your love is true

I had not thought  possible
this kind of love to know
the kind that people dream of 
of our origins ages ago 

More beauty than hanging gardens
or the wonders of seven worlds
nor crafting by the hands of men
fallen   it's heights were hurled

Like the rain in desert places
and dew in a thirsty land
desire avidly your own embrace
and be led by your own hand

Drink from the well inexhaustible 
the everlasting spring of joy
whose word is rooted in virtue
which hatred would seek to destroy

A cistern in the desert deep
an oasis in parched land set
you draw the hearts of multitudes
lest the setting of love they forget

Like well watered resting places
where the fountains of the deep
saturate the flowering meadows bloom
whose treasuries our memories keep

Job 8  , Isaiah 58


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

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Narcissus

A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.

Copyright © Cayla Carr | Year Posted 2012

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Troubled Water

TROUBLED WATER

Let her go! Let her go!!
For the sake of the crying breast
Milking dropping to the cruel earth
Let her go! Let her go!! Let her go!!!
For the children's songs need to calm her,
Troubled not her ears till her beads is gathered
Together, fear is the old friend of humiliation of 
Womanhood.

What has she done in this season of joy?
What makes her bleeds profoundly when her
Days are still young among the widows?
Treat her gentlely for tomorrow holds her dreams,
Speak to the air and he would understand your stand.
Tradition must not be a torment to womanhood.

Culture has been made to be an enemy to women, 
If the great stone had been turned dead
It is not of her making rather it is of the god .
He chose to tread in that path where demons
Feast in blood and later thrust the blame to humanity.
Let the lion go, for the living dogs can act as one.

Don't push her left and right like
A water pured on the ground,
Stir not her feelings and emotions
For grace abide gently in her bosom.
You have no mighty reason to make her
Life a troubled water for her advocacy is her.
Let her go! Let her go!! 
In her lies the future.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Bunyip

Bunyip

Old Bunyip lurked in the billabong
He had a calf like face
Had the body of a seal 
strong magic in this place

Native fishermen caught small Bunyip
One thought to carry it home
Dream time legend says 
Mother came riding a wall of water 
So baby wouldn’t be alone

Now water swirled round his feet
He looked at the girl beside him
Saw a black bird so sweet
Black swans the tribe abide in

Stay away from the billabong……..Aboriginal waterhole
Bad magic there resides
Don’t be a foolish plurry nong
Black swans there be your guide 

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

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Siren

Siren:

The water thrashes against the long boat as my enchanting voice grasps the lonely sailors attention. Their eyes dance in wonder and awe as they gaze upon the vixen of water, slowly they lose control and I obtain their frail human willpower.

Their vessel sails into the bleak as it crashes into the rocks lining the oceans deep and with each bewitching note I sing my mother, the water brings them slowly to their watery grave.

I open my arms welcoming each man who plummets willingly from the bow and pity those who would rather drowned with great sadness and woe.

With one final course I croon, their ship crashes to the sandy bottom of the sea and there my sailors will wait with the other men who sailed into my murderous wake, for I am the vixen, the siren of the red sea.

Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2012

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Fire and Water

   
 
Wild Mountains
Cool Breeze
Wild Woman
Your Fire Powerful
My Waters just as strong
Will your Fire put out my waters
Will my Waters douse your flame
The challenge is yours to accept
Fire and Water
Two Passions...Powerful
when married as a force
Are you the one I am to explore
of the least of these? 
The one who will understand my passions
and my actions.
Wild Woman
Firey Woman
Let me douse your flame
Engulf yourself in my waters
Engulf yourself in my waters


Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 
 
 

Copyright © Peter LeBuhn | Year Posted 2006

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HIGH SUMMER AT CASTLE HEARTSTONE

When Spring turned in to a Summers day 
The Summer Queen returned to play 

High summer........... 
The warm days...... 
Wind sighs......... 
Blue butterflies.......... 

The King of Water ,happy to see 
The Summer Queen 
For, the water blue............... 
Loves the deepest green 

How the trees and flowers grew 
The wand of the Summer Queen , 
touching all 
How beautiful the holly bushes....... 
By the Great Hall 
The birds and butterflies flew 

Through the Whispering Trees 
The sound of the lark.............. 
Floated on the breeze 

High summer........ 
Sunny days 
The joy of life, 
continues to amaze 
Castle Heartstone........... 
amidst golden haze 

The King of water and his Queen........... 
Renewed their love in the Great Hall 
The Heartstone looked on.............. 
How the sun shone! 

The Tapestries knew.......... 
The love so true........ 
The colours showed......... 
the West wall glass, glowed 

The Castle grounds........ 
Filled with colour and sound 
The summers' symphony 
The birdsong all around 

But alas! 
Summer cannot last.............. 
For, on the horizon 
Autumn leaves cast, 
thus begins the circle again 

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2006

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remembrance

The days of endless dreaming
Joyous afternoons
Endless laughter
Have come to an end
The day I took my last breath

A fragile bridge 
Goes over the glistening water
Where animals of all sorts
Come and gather around
Dazzled by the view 

That is were I unleash my dreams
The secrets no one knows
My most wanted desires
Unforgivable memories
My whole life is spread upon this bridge

I would spend countless nights
Imagining my fairy tale 
Happily ever after that are to come
And princes’ to make me a princess
Having my perfect moments

The last of my time
I was dreaming at night
Looking at the water over the bridge
Closed my eyes to make a wish
Then I fell…

I sunk down to the bottom
Slowly and ever so carefully
Nobody was there to witness
To lend me a hand
As my feet touched the end

My air was shortening
Creating me only a memory
I saw the moonlight shining
Wanted so desperately to reach out and touch it
But I have taken my last breath

My memories that have filled the land
Secrets that only the clouds knew
Desires the water only heard
Flowing in the air 
In remembrance of me 

Copyright © erika araujo | Year Posted 2008