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Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Sonnet | |

Waterflow

Waterflow

 Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
 Landing on my head first
 Then down my nose and my shoulders
 Dripping down my members.

 In thirst I lift my head up to drink
 The water descends cleansing
 Taking in its flow all the toxins
 And leaves a revived sense of being.

 The words You softly whisper in my mind
 Are like water of the purest kind
 They take away my fears at night
 And make me feel so alive.

 For Your love is like a spring of life
 That ever flows from on high.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright Nov. 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Fancy Hair

I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days

As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray

When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell

Before he had time to dry,  a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these  birds of the yard

Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers 
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains 
And fancy hair....

(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)


Details | Narrative | |

Today at the beach

Waves crash down on the rocks reducing them to sand
Then sweeps them away to some far off land
The wave roll in covering my feet in sand
In the concept of time I wonder just who I am?

I gaze before me the vastness of the sea
Represents all the possibilities inside of me
I can’t think of any place I would rather be
I have trouble describing there’s so much to see.

I walk out to the rocks to find some treasure
I find many starfish much to my pleasure
It seems that the only way to go is up
So I step up and take a drink from life’s cup.

Peace and tranquility fill me inside 
While the waves provide a pretty good ride
The water is cool and so refreshing
 All of the pieces seem to be meshing.

A seagull in the water and gets hit by a wave
I dawn a smile and feel I am saved
I like how the sky melts into the sea
Over the horizon sounds like the place to be.

The adventure I’m on may never be through
Sometimes I’m not sure what I should do
I just press on and see what shall become
I like what I see so I try to grab some.


Details | Acrostic | |

Bridge Over Troubled Waters

If finding yourself means going it alone, You shouldn’t—a fact that is painfully plain. Need is a naturally human bemoan, A collaboration helps you remain, a Friend to those who also have needs to atone. I'm clearing a path, a push straight ahead, Sailing stress free in my life stem to stern. Right where I should be, clarity widespread, Behind me no wake or substantive churn. Like all things in life from which one must glean, A period of time flowing under Bridge where it is swept quite far out to sea, Over vastness like far distant thunder Troubled and troubles, mere seconds they flee Water healing life’s fires placed asunder. I promise you one fact I now cherish Will power alone is power itself, so Ease your mind with the faith you’ll not perish Your success assured, fear placed on the shelf Mind over matter, peace you’ll inherit. © David Wegman 2014 Submitted for Roy Jerden’s Poetry Contest: “Bridge Over Troubled Water - Word Acrostic”


Details | Monoku | |

Eyewitnesses

ponds fountain      aired water       fishes' breath 

sounds vanish      silence rules       water moves 

drowned thoughts flow     space for minds      emptiness 

fishes float      down below     looking up 

spectators     on the shore     looking down

sharing worlds     land unites     with water 

fishes' view      men's vision     worlds unite 


((Set of ?) Monoku for the Ellip contest of Gingo.. 

(C) Elly Wouterse (check out my website - www.ellywouterse.com) 


Details | Kyrielle | |

Welcome to my Home

Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene. 
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Of Master’s love and your’s my friend  of wisdom’s grace may I glean,
 As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season’s cheer.

Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Welcome is thy mouth,  of abundant life spout, pour in new wine.
We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear.

Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, 
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should.
Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer.

My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life,
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife.
By  the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear!

Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven’s gate!
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait.
A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept’s fear.

Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
`Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected. 
Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer!

For contest: Holiday Home
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Why Poets Write

Why Poets Write


Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?

So, why do poets write?
Do they write because the moon shines so bright?
Do they write because water falls with such grace?
Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight?

Poets write because that’s what we do,
Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku,
We see things through our own prism,
And write about it in our creative point of view.

This is why I write,
I write because I see beauty in the moonlight,
I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall,
And the majesty of a hawk, in flight.

I write because it feeds my soul,
Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal,
I write, I do my best,
The rest is out of my control.

The perfect words, in the perfect order,
Follow the rules, no pressure,
Slowly see your creation come alive,
When it works, there’s nothing better.

Poets, generally, don’t write for the glory,
We heal people by proxy,
We are emotion peddlers,
And we do it all for free.

I can’t speak for everyone, nor would I try,
My urge to write is something I’d best not deny,
Or things go drastically wrong,
Like ice, in the middle of July.

So, regardless of why you write,
Keep your vision in sight,
Take criticism with a grain of salt,
Never get discouraged, never get uptight.


© 2011


Details | Blank verse | |

Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Narrative | |

Waves of Change

Waves of Change Changes in life descriptionalized In comparison to waves of the ocean Our bodies are made mostly of water A body of water with flowing emotions Now an ocean will flow peacefully Until there is a bit of turbulence Disrupting from a smooth flow With the up and down currents As we walk onto a new path A different kind of feeling steps in New ventures can be scary in thought Of what is left behind when we begin An air of difference can bring on a spin To a funnel effect as does a water spout Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out When actually caught within the spin We do not see the change is there Our sense of direction is lost We become totally unaware If you are the one caught Within that fast paced spin You will not be able to see The shape you are really in That’s the time we need someone To give us a tap on the shoulder It’s not a matter of who knows more Or which one of the other is older You’ll need a friend like Dory was Saying to just keep swimming the sea To never give up your hopes and dreams As changes in life really just happen to be Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is The Living Water


Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Ballad | |

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.


Details | Ballad | |

Souls of Men

If I should fly 
this Earth tonight
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure, 
to the faucet's broken seam,
that leaks my mind to other worlds,
and begs my soul to dream.

I dream I fish for souls of men,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is coming on the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.
The souls of men shall be my treasure,
of wich I'd fill the cargo hull,
for nothing fills my heart with pleasure
 like fishing for men's souls.

On and on and on I fish,
while the dripping cuts the seam, 
that leaks my mind to other dimensions,
beyond Crystal City's broken dreams.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucet's broken seam, 
to heal the souls tied to this world,
and free my soul that beams.

Bigger fish I'm pleased with,
but it's the smaller ones I rue.
The schools of the smaller ones 
my nets keep passing through.
Finer nets I need I'll need,
 times no cost to me it's true.
Finer nets will catch more souls,
God rest my weary crew.

On, and on, and on I fish,
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship is sailing with the tide,
I pray this vessel be my last.

So, if I fly this Earth tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of the rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my mind will see the future,
in the blinking of an eye,
when I've gathered all the lost souls,
before they even die.

Glorious rays of sun shine down.
sea water drops the looking glass.
My ship's a coming on the tide,
a rainbow high above the mast.

So, if I fly this world tonight,
somewhere between two sleeps,
to the beating of a rythm,
in the cadence my heart keeps,
my heart will keep it's measure,
to the faucets dripping seam,
and open up other dimensions,
and free my soul that beams.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Beach

Sun kissed sand, Waves crashing, Seagulls laughing The Beach Feel the heat dancing on your skin, Filtering through you, Penetrating your skin The Beach A contradiction between your senses The cool, cold water lapping you Surrounding you, Taking you in with every crashing wave The Beach There is an island beyond the horizon The clear, blue sea surrounding it The grainy sand behind you Clinging on to you The Beach Close your eyes Let the heat penetrate you, The water envelope you Because slowly Slowly, It’s time to leave


Details | Prose Poetry | |

ANGEL WITH AN UMBRELLA

Encumbered with the walker
blankets for the wet bench,
sheets of water splashing the cement.
I ventured to my smoking spot
face hidden inside my hooded coat.

I light my fire stick,

letting drops of water 
reverberate on my hood.

My angel came walking by
called my name;

gave me her umbrella and kept on walking.


Details | Free verse | |

Boy You're Strong As An Ox

<                                     twenty ~ nine ~ little .... words
                                       ok ~ now ~ let ~ me ..... think
                                       already ~ here ~ we ..... go
                                       apples ~ bananas ......    oranges
                                       carrots ~ lettuce ........    celery
                                       milk ~ water ~ and ....... juices  
                                       helps ~ develop ........... strong
                                       minds ~ also................ bodies 








Twenty Nine Little Words
Ok Now Let Me Think
Already Here We Go
Apples Banana's Oranges
Carrots Lettuce Celery
Milk Water And Juices
Helps Develop Strong
Minds Also Bodies
                                       


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Carpe Diem | |

THE LACK OF LUCK

Hours morning, hours evening,
With hope, cling; without hope, cling
Man without shape gets anything,
Yours for pay be nothing,
If you lay on all thing.

The universe is a univerasal daughter,
Each man a piece,
Setting her your way be like the hen in the slaughter,
Visiting hours without learn,
Till others learnt from hers case.

Generation without axioms is
Like the wind. Anything it blows,
Our house it did and burnt our forests,
Lastly barren it went up the skies,
The woman to dance she chose,

She is now dancing. Our waists are broken,
Hers not yet. A connoisseur she's become.
One fetched water in haste. To dance cannot,
Already tired. Done mistakes two:
Bring water soiled, In hurry hurried, now tired.

It be conventional wisdom to eat your nuts one by one,
My professor words quote, good unwanted is 1,
Yet all want record number 1. Who the man
That will reconcile wisdom and application?
Luck be not except ruling out uncertainty to pursue certainty.

Luck be not without crucifixion of big dreams,
For the liberty of slim realities,
Like the party in the neighbour's house,
While mourning be in ours,
Take no jealousy.

I took a piece of meat yonder,
What benefited it me?
The love in a foreign marriage cannot save our hell.
Hail hail hail,
Hail again.

The morning breaks
A monotonous rhythm: black back to back,
The eagle flies east, west the vulture adventures.
One dines fresh, fellow tours the grave.

Do something though nothing,
Cast lot, get one,
A city is built unit-wise not package so,
The tune of our merry, the being of chance,
Sorry to be a victim.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

His Garden of Thoughts

Creating a water landscape,
of a pond in the back yard.
Below his flower gardens,
lies the place in regard.

A bridge over a pond of water lilies,
stretched across from bank to bank.
Set for inspirational scenery,
for the artist’s hands to paint.  

Impressionism at its best,
and water lilies everywhere.
A water garden of peace,
painted as a gift to share.

To be enveloped by his garden,
Monet lived what he sought.
Tranquility, serenity, and beauty,
outlines his garden of thoughts.


Details | Free verse | |

The Green River

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.

She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life. 

All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.

Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.


Details | Rhyme | |

Natures Mirror

Mirrored trees reflecting so clear,
Mountains with snow peaks seem so near.
Tranquil lake sweet balm for my soul,
Seldom within a wave will roll.
Natures mirror lined with sky makes me shed a tear.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.02.2014
REFLECTIONS OF A FLORETTE  Nette Onclaud
1st


Details | Lyric | |

The crystal lake

The crystal lake

The crystal lake, so soft, serene and still
Enhanced our love, so tender it did feel
As we sat and watched the world go by
And all it seemed was part of you and I.

My heartstrings sang, as the sun worshipped your hair
As your essence glowed, so pristine and so rare
Your soft, sweet beauty, it lulled my head like wine
As your lovely eyes like naked stars did shine.

As the Lord looked down, and cast her light on you
And with this light came love so pure and true
Our lonely days were over, we’d found joy
In a love so strong that nothing could destroy.

And time stood still and all that is was one
We shared each other with the rising sun
Then we laughed, and sang, and laughed and cried
We’d found that space where only love can hide.

1996


Details | Free verse | |

THE BIG BLUE

Mid-summer breezes bellow a 
Whistling tune,
Echoing soft melodies freedom's,
 Playful abandonment.
Against sandy shores waves gently,
 Splashing,
Multicolored shells mixing amongst,
 Pebbles,
 Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting,
 Hush.   
Gliding torrents dive through rough,
 Surf,
Greedily seagulls screeching, 
Screaming who was here first.
Snappy crabs running to and fro, 
Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast.
Then suddenly captured, dragged by, 
Watery under toes.
Rippling calmness returns at last, 
Basking in days repast.
Day break's glow warms mans soul, 
And awakens his heart.
Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny,
Such beauty that lies before him.
Tranquility's slumber lie thee down,
Gently rock me by the sounds of 
The sounding sea.
Release thus abandonment’s spirit,
Foam unto spray washes all my, 
Troubles away.
Here at night's curtain fall,
While stars above shimmer 
And shine.
Another morning sunrise appears,
But quietly I know longer remain.
Silence can become a bitter sweet,
 Thing,
Just once more to hear distant 
Loons calling sorrows cry,
But nothing except silences, 
Response, 
Answers to me in still calm.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


Details | I do not know? | |

You're There, I See You

I close my eyes in darkness
While the world lies down to sleep
As a father and a husband
My family’s mine to keep
Protect them? I am willing
I am always there on guard
But, when I’m not and far away
I trust You are, oh Lord

The rising sun of morning
Has my family’s eyes so wide
As the motor sounds of traffic
Fills the air that floats outside
And the people that are walking
Some are jogging, some just go
Makes me see, what truly is
And all I really need to know

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you

While coming home at evening time
Knowing my family waits for me
I smile real wide as I walk along
So all the world can see
Maybe then they’ll see just what I see
And then take it on their way
With hopes that they will share a smile
And make better someone’s day

Now the sun has set, children tucked
With a kiss I gave to fall asleep
Standing at the door I see my wife
And I feel the love she gave to keep
I thank you Lord for all I have
For always seeing my family through
Because I know I couldn’t do this alone
That’s why I put my faith in You

God, You’re there… I see you

In the blue that reigns up in the sky
On the breath of clouds that float on by
The image of the homeless man
Who still offers up his time
As he asks not for, without doing first
So I give water to quench his thirst
To the flowers that grow in the park
And the trees that children climb

God, You’re there… I see you


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In this one moment

I float in the water under the night sky with the stars and the full moon
it’s warm, just laying, relaxed, alone 

Miles from anywhere and anyone I float and let the water take me, 
My eyes close and the peace of the moment is upon me
I am in the now and the present and it’s gold.

Energised by the moon as it glows above my skin I am replenished inside and out, 
white rushes through my body and I am cleansed, 

all that exists is just brand new my mind, body & soul.


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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


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Lovers Lake

Sometimes when it comes to love its like being at the bottom of a lake
Find myself holding my breath even though the water is fake
The emotions are very real
The feelings are life saving, but they kill
Still
In this water so long my skin is starting to peel
I'm tough like the navy, swimmer like a seal
But the abyss is too deep
Steady kicking my feet
My legs are growing weak
Swimming for what feels like an eternity but it was really a week
Putting in an effort to hold my head above water, I try my best
In Lovers Lake I feel like a monster of Loch Ness
Happy times like little kids
Dangerous times like giant squids
Seaweed from my toes to my eyelids
Pain is love
Love is pain
Floating in this lake removes the hate stain
Leave the mark of love upon my soul
A girl's lifeguard is my rightful role
This water is more sharp than a steel shard
Wrapping around my heart like a wire thats barbed
But blood refuses to leak, only H2O
No director of this movie, no HBO
Stranded alone in Lovers Lake, without a boat
Shall I continue to kick, or just float
If I find my way to shore
Effect of love is no more
Cleaning the lake is such a huge chore
When it rains it pours
Acid rain in my pores
Lovers' Lake water enters my heart's doors
Some people who swam in this lake have drown, body goes stale
Feel like a trout, in a lake full of whale
Deeper, deeper I get
I guess this is it
I drown
Compassion king...where is my crown
The fish around me frown
Because the sun's rays don't reach this far down
I refuse to panic
As I think of the Titanic
Rose and Jack
Their love for each other I lack
My life, my mind, my soul
I need them back
My thoughts are like potion
Like fluid from a lake with motion
Wait...this is Lovers Lake not the Atlantic Ocean
I wouldn't need to be saved
If I would've behaved
Fell in love to the point I'm in too deep
Busy thinking about her, I can't eat
She's a positive reason that I can't sleep
The promises I made to her, I will keep
My feelings are never fake
Drowning in Lovers Lake


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I am me

Written on 29th and 30th April 2012.
BY: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) 

Father time always has lessons to open heartedly preach, Of late have understood few of them, which was for a long time out my thoughts reach. Now life seems to me as a sandy bank of a long desolate beach, Where we trudge life’s sandy path in a hurry without an end the shores of success to reach. But I often ask myself, what lessons, life to us, does preach? Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach. People tell me about change, And ways to my life rearrange. But my heart and mind vehemently hum to me to be real sure, And ensure that the changes don’t take my life on an offbeat detour. Far away from people who on me shower their love and care, Is that what you desire I ask myself? Stop think, mull and be minutely aware. Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream, Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams. In our quests to succeed and get on in life we strive to move ahead to the success shore, And those cherished moments keep flashing in our dreams and in our thoughts more & more.
But
We trudge each day life’s sandy path in a hurry the shores of success to reach. Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach. Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream, Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams.
So
I often mull and ask my mind, Mostly about me but also about thoughts that often in mind and they themselves grind. Must I, my beliefs, ideology and principles change? To improve my life and it’s relations and my entire life rearrange?????
Now
I long to be my original me As an original is worth more than a copy, as the world conceives and all see, I am my original me. I am me I am Me………….


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Icewater Home

     Beneath the bay's 
frigid waters
life abounds
    large fish swim 
and green plants grow
    Frosty air above ,
movement below
No fisherman here today 
   the air is too chilly
    Let's give our planet a respite
    When the waters are 
too cold 
    It is difficult 
to live and prosper
   Ice water chills 
our souls
    Yet we will survive 
and live on 
    and our hopes 
will live on as well
The ice water home 
     won't last forever
The frozen lake will thaw
  In the meantime 
    we'll feast on our dreams


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On the ocean waves contest







Late one night while sailing on the ocean waves
You invited me to come out of my boat 
telling me you were the only one who saves,
With cat like eyes,  that mesmerized,  what was I to do
I gently got into the water and started walking humbly to you,
But suddenly I looked away and panic struck my heart,
For me a mere man, who could not understand, quickly fell apart
I screamed your name in utter shame
To come and salvage me,
The water raged above my head I no longer could see thee
But then I felt your sold hand reach for me from under
And heard a roar that sounded like an endless crash of thunder
Silence filled the ocean floor
Something I’d never seen before
The stillness of the sea that night
Changed my darkness into light
 Now when waves try to crash on me
I remember the name that set me free
I’ll never fear the storms of this life again
Since now I know I have a dear sweet friend
That hears me before I even call
And has the power to rescue me anytime I fall
I’ll keep sailing on the ocean waves
For that was the night I met the one saves.

Contest
written: 7-29-12


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Am I still a man

If I cast a stone in the water and the reflection changes...am I still not the man I saw before I threw it? But if I throw that same stone into the water again and the water does not flutter? Is it or is it not still water?


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A Penny for your Thoughts

The dreams inside my heart are never ending.
I find some comfort in the people I’m befriending.
I look all around to find a solution.
 Maybe I’m just part of human evolution?

I think there is something locked inside the dream,
It just seems to flow, much like a rushing stream.
As the water passes by, I peek around the bend,
When I view before me, my heart begins to mend.

I can’t always wrap my mind around this,
Moments of despair, wrapped inside of bliss.
Sometimes they create balance inside of me,
Opening my eyes, so I am able to see.

Some  I get while some I don’t understand.
Sometimes like a stranger from a far off land.
I gather up the pieces, hoping they will fit.
 The answers are illusive on this bank I sit.

I watch as the water washes ashore,
I see in my heart I desire some more.
The ripples are like changes, sparkling with light,
 Reminds me of the stars that appear every night.

I think I see something through the corner of my eye,
Perhaps it is the life that simply passed me by?
 I seem to wonder often where the time just went,
 A penny for your thoughts, For I only have a cent.


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Cascading Words

I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.

But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.

And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.

And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.

I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down.
They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.

Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down.


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Breath let Go

The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years
lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation
and beneath this blanket plates grind together
in sudden need
A craving to bring dried and edged flesh
with the moisture of the oceans above
together once more
and cry out in the joy of ecstasy to release their pressure
	And be at once reconciled

And the world let’s out its breath,
gives up what is most sacred to it
in reverence of this Moment:

And I dare say this moment is mine,
to the child that toiled the fields
hoe in hand and the patterns in the soil
the patterns in the soul through which water poured
and escaped in pores like water through a parched man’s fingers
and patterns fled this farm 
Leaving a parched man lamenting the presence of fingers
in times of thirst,

And to the child toiling
           in the fields 
the pattern is in the pitch of his shoulders
and the pounding of the sun
the pattern that should never seep
through unseen holes

but it seeps
down his back and across his fingers
upon his hoe it dribbles down and finds the escape
of patterns long lost
and the sweat of his toil
slips through the gaps in his soil
and the heaving of his shoulders
is lost with the patterns,	

So this old farmer he does not tread his fields,
sheltered behind wood and warmth of fire
he huddles in his world of four walls
and dares not the fields outside
Where await the failures
of his toil,
and when the earth shuddered
in joy of this moment
Knowing in its wisdom all that was to be known
the earth shudders and the dust of not so many years
It lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation

And beneath it all

Sees the farmer

The pattern of his toil

And lo and behold
It was not wasted
But a hands width beneath
The soil that caked his world
And by his own hand
Hidden as it were
The patterns of his toil
And the story that is told
Bittersweet
In the exultation of a breath
Let go.


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See like eye sea

Take your uproaring words 
And pour them into 
The deep unsettled sea
Let them wash to shore 
And rumble the sand gently
Don't let them get caught up into the wild wind
They'll rip through someones sail 
And make them never want to leave 
The shoreline again..
So watch what you say 
And how you let your words flow
With a broken compass 
You never will know
In what direction 
That the current will go...


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Jesus Is The Living Water


Jesus Is The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation. Please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true! It is no secret of how much he loves YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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The River

I stand here at the edge of the field
Looking and wondering when the water will yield
As I watch the water flow out of sight
I simply wonder what happens at night
You see the river is similar to our life
It has its shares of peace and strife 
It is not a straight road that is followed
Parts of it high, others hollowed
It starts out straight then slowly changes
As human emotion that has many ranges
Then all of a sudden it starts to turn
As friends disrespect us and leave us burned
It is filled with things both evil and good
As us good ones who swear they are hood
But all along the riverbed flowers stand nice
To make it look pretty and add some spice
The flowers are there to live off the water
As an evil friend standing with your son or daughter 
They make us think they are here for us
But when bad things happen we're first under the bus
No one really sees past the horizon
Whether it is being drunk by deer or bison
We can only see life as far as our hand reaches
Always remember it is not always sun and beaches
God has a plan for each of our lives
Even when it looks like we're headed for a dive
As the river flows not knowing where it's going
Just hand your life over to the all knowing


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To Enter the Kingdom

To Enter the Kingdom us answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. 6 Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. 7 You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’” John 3:5-7 NIV To Enter the Kingdom of God You must be born again; Born of water and the Spirit— Entry to God’s Kingdom. Welcome the word of God, Implanted and rooted in your heart; It contains great power— The saving of your soul to impart. The most powerful preaching of God’s word Avails nothing unless the Spirit enlightens. The Holy Spirit is its efficiency— Against sin, our major combatant. Through the Holy Spirit light appears, As he enters the heart and mind. So enter the Kingdom of God— Death to the ‘old man’ to find. The divine relationship between God and man Is renewed by baptism’s power. Be born of the water and the Spirit; Salvation’s hope to devour. To enter the Kingdom of God, We must choose to be saved; Baptism in the Holy Spirit, Brings new life to be paved. Baptism is a covenant Between us and our Creator, But it’s the power of the Holy Spirit That is the new birth recreator. To Enter the Kingdom of God, Let your life be renewed. Be graced by the Holy Spirit— By his power become imbued. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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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


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My Eyes

What you see through your eyes is no suprise at all.
You don't seem mesmorized when you see something as beautifull as a water 
fall.
You see what is merely there and look on without a care.

That's not what I see through my eyes. I see the waterfall as something of 
wonder.
As it crashes against the rocks it rattles in my ears like thunder.
There's more then just the water falling.
You can't hear Mother Nature calling?

I used to think that I was strange for what I saw with my eyes.
Now I see it's a gift that never dies.

You'll never see what I see and I can't for you. 
Just trust me when I say the love I see and feel  is nothing but true.

I used to hate what I saw, being so different, and gave nothing but sighs.
Now I thank God every chance I think about it for my unique and searching eyes.



  

                                                                                   Every one veiws thing differently. 
                                                                                   Remember this and respect other 
                                                                                   people's opinions.


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Slippery Floor Oo

Drip… Drip… Drip… Don’t let the water drip on the floor or you will Slip… Slip… Slip… Drip… Strip… Drip… Don’t let the water run or someone will Trip… Trip… Trip…


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Fourth Fable

 The Fourth Fable 
The Fourth Fable 
 
A Jesus Cowboy Song 
 
Eye am a strong man iff strength is not physical alone, 
but charachter and hope, love become my armour 
 my arm as gates once opened close now new ones open at a glance in poverty 
of riches poor people there in Heaven sing to Jesus as they wave branches from 
the richness of the trees beside the waters running in the trenches freely given 
overflowing when a little lamb just wants a drink of water another drink the water 
bubbles up so no one has to lift her she can reach the water carefully she drinks 
and then she sings…' 
'my holster is empty my life is complete my love is in Heaven 
eye have plenty to eat and to drink ' 
life is not meant to be a shoot em up rodeo 
life is not meant to be a shoot um up movie 
my life is in Heaven my holster is empty 
eye have LOVE' 
 


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Higher Meaning

The forest, laid out in lavender pink Harbors light within its tender confines Sea foam runs in, as water is nearby No tree has a look that is quite alike Some trees are tall, others are short and stout The water tries to make its statement here Crystal clear teal, it foams at its edges The lake holds creativity within Nothing about it looks like the forest The light from the waning sun captivates I understand the sight, mixture of life No animal could understand this sight No meaning is greater than the sun’s rays It brought me the mauve colors before me The water, that lovely water, is blue Colorful only by the sun’s bright light May I always enjoy my forest here And the water, the crystal clear water I will forever be inspired from this To write lovely words of great tenderness Saving my heart, leaving me with true joy I will always feel the pure wonderment
Russell Sivey


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Down the Glen I Look by, Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Fraser

From my window, down the Glen I look Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue Caressing cliffs, shading all for free Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist . Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser


Details | Free verse | |

Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth Part I

Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth 

Wake up O, inhabitants of this earth 
The darling children of Almighty God
You may be living in any region, country or state
In any land, Buildings, farm house or on a river bank
On hill tops, on plateaus, in plains or in deserts without rains
Or you may be living in the remains of a green valley
On in any of human’s most dear concrete jungle homes
Or may be in the icy Greenland
 
Wake up O, the inhabitants of this earth 
O’ darling children of Almighty God
We are in the process of eliminating 
Our four billion years old dwelling venue
In around four hundred years only

The Earth was built and filled by Nature
By the labor and patience of many million years
What great miracles we have done on Earth
In just four hundred years only 

We have stolen the God given treasures of Earth
And have destroyed the most precious among the gems 
Its peace, quietness and tranquility 
Replaced by wars,  explosions, noises, unrest and anxiety 
And have damaged beyond immediate repairs 
The priceless God given shield of Ozone 
Which hangs much above the earth in the sky
And has protected us as a Savior like God
But destroyed by humans like 
fools destroying  its own Paradise 

But what humans have done to our most beloved Earth 
In the last one hundred years is the real threat 
To all the darling children of Mother Nature 
Dear to us as Air, Water and Earth
They are in the danger of global warming
Which is the result of the misuse of knowledge 
And blindly exploiting the Air and Water and Earth
To meet our never ending needs, luxuries and whims 

                                                                ...to be concluded

Ravindra 

Kanpur India 9th December 2009 
*Jheels ( A Hindi word means Lakes)
*A singing bird of India like Nightingale


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Water And Rain

(rhyme)


I love my water everyday 
It is healthy to drink 
Lots of it to consume 
Do it and don't think. 

I'm determined to have it 
All day and night long 
When awake all the time 
Water just makes me strong. 

Most people don't appreciate water 
We need to conserve it 
And not waste it anymore 
By squander it not a bit. 

In other countries some people 
Don't have enough of it 
We're so blessed we do 
Aid those with a bit. 

Water is great to drink 
It's good for you, me! 
Cleanses your body you know 
We all need it too. 

When it rains it's amazing 
It helps grow the trees 
And all animals and plants 
Maintain your body healthy too. 

Every living organism needs it 
Water is such a blessing 
Without it we'd be troubled 
Save it and keep sharing! 






Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


September 3,2009 


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HABIBATI

In my revelation 
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing 
I sing.... 
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving 
Upon the face of waters.... 
My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors. 
She descended from heaven unto my waters.... 
I bathe her in the brine of my tears.... 
Subtle in her long braids.. 
Floating in my spirit singing to me. 
She intermingles her essence with my burning desires, 
Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion. 

Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you 
But I am nearer to death! 
Withered like clouds, 
Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice, 
And life is but an old, ill man 
Thus, I am still waiting...! 

Life bears a resemblance to death here, 
The eyelashes of the room enclose me, 
A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher 
Thus, I am still waiting...! 
Am I truly alive..? 
Or, is there life living in death? 
My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me 
And I am still waiting.. 
I stroll... 
I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist, 
Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul, 
And the water soaking the stones of my heart. 
In your voice is the murmur of fabled water 
Whispering to the sands and stones, 
What will come forth, and that will go into a dream, 
An eminent dream that will live in concert 
And leave with autumn winds. 
You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain, 
The pain indwelling in the depths, 
Glittering apparently in the spirit 
Like a frozen pond in winter. 

It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute 
Filling the air with melodies. 
Melodies which are chanted by gods 
Who cry and moan with the sad tune. 
They pray, and call, 
"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?" 


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Lighthouses

I’m standing solemnly contemplating 
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality 
With beacons becoming statutory 

Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious 
To seamen’s abounding adorations

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse 
Nette Onclaud
7th


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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands III

A kayak floats on the glassy water
through the maze that is the Thousand Islands. 
Water drips off the paddle as it rises in the clean air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the labyrinth of islands.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
It is a part of Florida that is still green.
Wild, the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by the boat towards an unknown destination

the kayak turns the corner of an island ever so slowly.
Tree branches hover over the water forming a canopy

low enough to stand and reach out,
to pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell emanates from the trees
replacing the smoky aroma of civilization.

No factories, pesticides, or overpopulation
Trees grow on their own giving off oxygen
Birds gathering without fear of things they can’t understand
Fish swim carefree no garbage floating in their way

The kayak paddles on, past the floating island and its canopy.
A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate 
wading in the water three feet away.

The oar is placed across the bow 
the kayak drifts on in silence.
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths.
The sea cow basks in the sun 
close enough to reach out a hand and rub across its slimy skin.
Consider touching it, but hold back.

Man already destroyed everything he touched.
It is not for us to cause more damage.


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Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.


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The philosophy of water

Be water brother
Be water
For if you put water in a 
cup
It takes the shape of the 
cup
Put water in a tank
It will take the shape of 
the tank
Put water in a pool
And it will take the shape 
of the pool
So be water brother
Be water
Rise to any height
Don't stop the fight
Take your form
Do perform
A running water can not be 
still
So keep flowing
Go on, keep moving
Don't stop brother 
Flow like water


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Summer In The Forest

Standing on the deck of a Quebec Eastern township home, Views take my breath away, you are alone in the wilderness. Hints of lavendar, pine and cedar fill the air so fresh and clear, Red coloured earth peeks through spots between forests of green. High on a hill you strain to see the river meander through the valley, The sun kisses the tops of pines, leaving reflections on the water. Only at night does the valley start to reveal its true secrets, Lights peeking through the trees glow down the mountainside. Smoke rises from the chimneys of the hidden homes, Bonfires burn in backyards, voices echo over the air, Rain rolls in with lightening flashing pictures of the scene, Thunder rocks the hills and mist begins to rise from the trees. Revealing the roadways where the water evaporates on the tar, Showing the winding pathways to the hidden houses in the forest, Then the sun shines bright bringing the forest back to life, Leaving only the earth, water and air as it was meant to be.


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SAVIOUR CHURCH, GRIBOYEDOVA CANAL, ST PETERSBURG

SAVIOUR CHURCH,  GRIBOYEDOVA  CANAL,  ST.  PETERSBURG

In defiance of its Soviet museum-death
Reflected in water moved by God’s breath
The five-domed Saviour church gives
Hope, for its bulbous gold dome yet lives


Silent spheres sing of new life glowing
With gold-edged scales reflecting, showing
In watery   swaying flashes
Like shoals of precious trembling fishes


Each scalloped wavelet free of bondage
A floating rocking hollow image
Each preserving part of dome
Like cell-life survivors, seeking home,

Always dividing, always  merging,
A breath behind them always urging
Each insubstantial golden sliver,
This restless gilt amoeba-river.

Passing boat’s wake - the song of  cupola,
The surface is alive from passing gondola
Shimmering millioned changing shapes
Countless gold-coin waterscapes

Myriad miracles – smithereens of gilt -
Tremulous treasure,  shining  spilt
Water calms from images manifold
To cells quiescent,  edged in gold.

They coalesce.   From many are spun one
Music of the sphere  living in the sun
Of God’s golden dome  -  museum  dead  -
By the life-giving saviour water of canal  fed.

.............................................................

Note.

Ever watched how a reflection of a church or other object  in moving water produces small swirling part-images, each undefined but still clearly part of the  object's image?  It's fascinating. 


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Bridge Over Troubled Water

B  ridge Over Troubled Water...
R  ealizing I am not above trouble...
I  am human to a fault...
D ecisions in life to be crossed...
G  od knows my life stands at the alter...
E  ternity is my bridge over troubled water...

O  ver Troubled Water...
V  ictory in the mist of my troubles...
E  ven when I make the same mistakes...
R  ivers of troubled water will take place...

T  roubled Water...
R  eality sinks in, through the flow of the river...
O  nly that can be seen, by the unseen eye...
U  nderneath the bridge there lies...
B  eneath the waters that flow...
L  ies awaiting the answer to our call...
E  very decision that can be made over...
D  ecides our destiny through troubled waters...

W  ater...
A  s clear as the answer to our troubles...
T  akes us on to a new life...
E  ternity, forever illuminated by the living Christ...
R  ealizing that He is the answer to, Bridge Over Troubled Water... 

By:  Cinda M Carter

Contest...Bridge Over Troubled Water

2-26-14

Acrostic


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Message

The silent water gives a lot of message
The flowing water exert  the pressure of courage 
when the drop of water is caught in stones and  
mud 
It gives message how to move ahead like a flying 
bird..!!!

When the water is falling from the tip of mountain
It inspires, if you lose but success you must gain
Never leave the path kill all the thorn
And say cheerfully that, the success is own
Water is not only a river but an ideal
Learn it and be the best among people..!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

Rolling On

I sit here at this dock and watch the waves continuously roll by. 
The sun paints the water with its rays of light, 
and soon covers it with an endless blanket of stars. 
While I absorb my surroundings, I am suddenly reminded of life. 
The luminous glow of the sun represents the blessings in our lives. 
It magnificently reflects off the transparent water 
as we often reflect off of each other. 
Then, there is the night sky. 
I view this darkness as the difficult times in our lives. 
All of us have had to survive through hardships at one time or another. 
However, thanks to the people that love us, we make it. 
They are the shimmering glimpses of light; they are the stars. 
Then, there is the rippling water, that is us. 
No matter what life throws at us, may it be good or bad, 
We keep rolling on...


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Resurrection of the People

The water from my eyes makes it difficult
to see the future, blurring the present with the past.
This past has created the path for my eyes to follow. 
Stories told of anger with pain, tales 
of separation with secrets. Betrayal,
a condition of enlightenment or civilization.

All is not lost,
forgotten or forgiven.  Stories remind us
of tears shed while anger reddened the eyes.
Strong and silent were the survivors, twisted
and loud were the traitors, weak
and confused were the casualties. But
all became the victims.

Remembering the past to ensure the future.  Lessons learnt
through sacrifice, tales become the visions for
our youth, as a baby cries out a legend.
Its’ screams are heard by all the people, the child’s tears 
are not wiped away, for they carry hopes and dreams.
They are harvested to water the seeds of change, mixing
with the sweat of determination, life
can now grow once again.

The infancy of a soul now grows toward
maturity of the mind.  Teachings held dormant spread
like a wild dance set forward by musical
voices of inspiration.  Many
children are born with scars of the past, yet
heal their parents with visions of the new dawn.  Even now
the ripple of inspiration flows from the rebirth stone, cast
into the lake of the people.

The glare of spirits awakened rise to greet the new
sky, where there is no shame and no hidden agenda.
But only minds gazing unto the dusk of despair.

The people are healing…


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UNQUENCHABLE THIRST

Vivid imagination spins,
when one creates
a fine literary work...
life would never be happier.


When one creates,
ideas keep on flowing...
life would never be happier
with thoughts swifter than light.

Ideas keep on flowing
like water from a waterfall
with thoughts swifter than light
I am glad to reach my home.


Like water from a waterfall
that's pure and refreshing
I am glad to reach my home
without worry, sadness or doubt.


That's pure and refreshing 
as I drink it with great delight...
without worry, sadness or doubt,
to satisfy my unquenchable thirst.


I'm still writing my first Pantoum,
seeing shadows advancing...
without worry, sadness or doubt,
I pay more attention to form than rhyme.


Perched on the power line, owls stare at me
and wonder what I am doing at such hour
by this bright lamp...as
vivid imagination spins.




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I am Africa, I am man

I am Africa, I am man
Hear my drums, know my heart beat
My sorrow is not metered in iambic lines
Life does not speak that way
So artificial this enumeration of joy
So false this constant rise and fall of tone
I fish the tides
Sometimes the water rises above the rock
And stay a long, long time
Like a dream that won't give up
Sometimes the water recedes far out
Lingering at the bar
Waiting for the moon to show her breast
Watching silently like a star
For one ear Nana Oba to divorce me
From this culture that is my hell.
I am Africa, I am man
My fingers running fast on antelope skin
Cross the bata light and sweet like a caress
Like rainfall on the Serengeti
Like bird call for Nana Oshun's memory

So when I put my hands around your waist
Sliding my finger over the contours of our embrace
Searching for lake Nakuru under your dress
Down from the Kilmanjaro of your breast
And whisper my feelings in your ears
In cross-rhythms, kora and mbira playing
Hot like khamsin, passionate like the yamo
Sucking on your tongue for life
Seeking the umbilical water for my pain
What care for anapestic sentiments
Trochaic promises, dactylic stories
I need you in all the wonder of your loveliness
In all the moods that living tell
In our orbiting exodus of earth and hell
No time now for phony precisions
I speak as I am, as I feel emotions
Dancing on my finger tips 
Dancing on the velvet smooth of drums
Ladling at your Nakura, lapping at your lips
All tribal, my body hums
For the stolen glory of my history
For the cinder of theories
That make me victim twice in my misery
I am Africa, I am man
Hear my prophecy, I will succeed!


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i am your instrument lord

   (9/25/12)

I am but an instrument in thy hands
How I am to be used - I may not understand.
You are my doctor and the surgeon in my life
You will cut out the bad , and make things right.

You are the blood that gives me life
And thru you - I’ll see paradise.

I became like a wanderer lost in the desert
With nothing in sight.
But you became my guiding light.

You became my water and my food
And strengthened me every step of the way
And showed me how to pray.

I was like an empty pitcher of wine
Till you filled me up with your light divine.
Now I pour out like the wine on that wedding day
Where you turned water into wine
And your words pour out of me in verse and rhyme.

These words can not be mine for I have not 
the knowledge - nor the skill, but I am
Your instrument, my words your will.

Lead me LORD on this road that you have chosen
Let this be ’’ MY TAPESTRY” that you have woven.

© L . RAMS


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Dont Drink The Water

Ascending from the depths 
Of my personal sea of sorrow, 
I feel the pressure in my body easing 
As I get nearer to the surface, 
The abyss no longer a blinding darkness

My lungs struggle to hold in the screams 
That will surely deplete the last breath of life 
Left within my ravaged body

How close I came to succumbing to the wet blackness
How easy to just slip into the depths
And let the weight of my regrets 
Carry me straight to the bottom
Ready to trade my last breath
For a cold refreshing drink of death 

I somehow retained enough sanity
“Or maybe it was the just instinct”
To use my last ounce of energy and will 
To push off of the murky bottom 
And try to return to the surface 
Where hopefully life will be waiting

As I slowly raise towards salvation
I fight to stay calm as my heart pounds
And my mind races
Fighting the urge to flail frantically 
Towards the surface
Where I can feel the sun 
As it dries my waterlogged soul

Where I can exhale the stale and dead air within me
And inhale the sweet freshness
Of a new life 


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THE RUSH OF EBBING WAVES

back and forth, boxsliding.
tossing and turning on the ocean waves;
the rush of ebbing tides moving,
similar to the unsaved lives of our days,
mixture of emotions gathering,
trying not to get sucked in the undertow,
our own deception that doesn't flow.
trembling in the fear of it's coolness,
the depths so limitless.
it's force unmeasurable,
only fit for the able.
it's nature can not be contained,
but it's characteristics can surely be attained.
soaking in it can acquire you different benefits,
a threat for the flow of living.
tides of waves so chaotic;
in a world so exotic,
the rush to coming back to it is so dramatic.


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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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The Living Water

The Living Water “13LORD, you are the hope of Israel; all who forsake you will be put to shame. Those who turn away from you will be written in the dust because they have forsaken the LORD, the spring of living water.” Jer 17:13 NIV Come to the Living Water Quench your great thirst today. Take of the bread of heaven, God’s words will show you the way. They are spirit and they are life, Giving strength to our spiritual nature. There’s a science of redemption In each story and its picture. The Living Water will be with us Throughout all eternity. Our dear Redeemer and Intercessor Blotting out our sins in heaven’s sanctuary. As we meditate upon the Savior We desire to be transformed. The Living Water washes over us, Crippled energies with life freshly adorned. The Living Water lies within the well; His well of words to us; Spoken through scribes and prophets, And the whole of Nature’s prospectus. The Living Water is life-giving; Why do so many want to die; Chase after inanimate objects, Such ‘pie in the sky’? The Living Water is refreshing To the soul and to the heart. Come drink of the Living Water Eternity to impart. Visualize the life of Christ, And His willing sacrifice; Be transformed by the Living Water; Is there really another choice? Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


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The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face

with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6

The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate

The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water 

And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway

I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street

Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway

She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice

I call back,"Merry Christmas".


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Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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Ascent to Heaven or Heaven's Descent

They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to consign him as refuse,
They had measured on close counts,
And now had finished his dismount,
They all glumly looked at the innards of earth,
Dug apart so as to be his home and hearth,
They lowered him with care,
Some cried and other shed tears,
Such care they had never shown,
When he was alive full blown,
They left him but he could not,
In years that followed he thought,
And all thoughts were about and their's,
But he lay still there,
Not able to do much,
While lower insects ate him as such,
Twenty yards under the surface,
The earth weighed on him like a mace,
He had volumes to carry,
Every moment without delay or tarry,
In peace he had the quiet,
Under the forceful mud of his burial site,
He was largely unattended,
Only heard anniversary footsteps,
When his thought subject came tending,
There was lot of din,
As one day woke abruptly in,
He could hear the rattling and banging of hammer,
His peace was disturbed and began to stammer,
It was furious and fast,
He presumed it could not be just his nest,
But also his neighbors from first to last,
It was familiar yes very much so,
All the sound and racket on the go,
It was regular and incessant,
As if it was rain rampant,
Yes, clouds up there from above,
Were pouring over his grave,
They sounded angry and irate,
And were determined to drown all gates,
He felt secure under mud,
And there suddenly was a seeping thud,
It was really bad and water had come in tones,
His grave was all definitely drowned,
Now the water had bossed over the earth,
Pressing it hard for the inner most berth,
It was invading the twenty yards,
And approaching him fast,
And he thought will the dead also meet the flood,
The seeping thud was on the first drop,
That fell on his stomach,
He churned as eating insects scurried,
Soon train followed thud after thud,
And then it was a volley of scuds,
His cavity was being filled,
And bones getting viscid and humid,
A coolness spread through rotten carrion,
And went on to turn into a bath for the skeleton,
It bathed him till it was just soaking,
Was it he who had ascended to heaven,
Or the heavens came pouring down to meet him even.


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Our Countryside Liberty

It was a hot summers day, in our garden in the countryside. Sheltered from noisy
cities and towns. Where we are able to approach life so differently. My girl my love, always 
in liberty flow, so enjoying the rays of natures orange orb.

Close by you can hear the cascading of crystal clear waters, eventually reaching 
us after negotiating meandering contours. In this heat you can sense the rocks
secretly smirking, as they are constantly cooled by translucent gifts.

On a blanket of green, naked as birth. Her peachy skin delights the vista that 
captures my eyes. Her blond hair adorned with a daisy chain tiara. She is my princess
my queen. She lays on her back, looks into the clear blue sky that ceilings our above.

As natures rays are absorbed by her delightful shape. She moves, touches as if in a dream
state. Her body reacting with thoughts of unshared dreams as insects buzz and birds sing
as if they are party to her thoughts. Their orchestral notes, their musical score playing
in symphony to her movements.

In momentary gulps of air, Koi carp rise to the surface to share this vista of pure.
Tails splashing as if they have been summoned to be part of the scene, slapping the water as 
if applauding. White water lilies catch the gentle waves, dancing like backing singers
to the sounds of the insects and birds. A gentle breeze catches the tired leaves, as they 
whistle their inaudible notes. As insects dodge their sway to carry on their journey of 
pollination.

Late afternoon arrives as clouds close the sun, like curtains informing us that the scene
in today's play has ended. Sporadic sounds from distant birds echo, where earlier they were
in riotous volume. The white water lilies are now graced with the gentle undulations of 
the trickling waters as the Koi settle from the frenzied applause. Our afternoon closes.




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Jesus is Trump

What you need in your life you will find at Jesus tomb
There you will find the stone has been removed
He did not have to move the stone so that He could get out
But so that we could see inside the tomb and look about

They supposed He was the gardener that Easter morning
They looked and saw the stone removed, in their mourning
Why do you seek for the living in a tomb among the dead?
He is not here as you suppose, He is risen, just like He said

Why do you search among the dead and expect to find life
As if you expect to find light in the darkness of night
You won’t find life in drugs, jobs, sex, or in your looks
By attending church on Sundays or in self help books

See your life as a game of cards, and you have a bad hand
Use the empty tomb as your wild card, and you’ll understand
Jesus name is I AM your hope: I AM your trump over sin
I AM the truth and the life: I AM all that you need to win

Why do you search for what gives you life among the dead
Christ is your life, your living water and your daily bread
In Jesus name loose yourself from every death tie that binds
And give your life to Him as water and He will make it wine


Details | Pantoum | |

The Miracle and The Cross

When Jesus turned the water into wine
Water placed in purification pots fine
The servants drew wine no ordinary taste
Best wine was saved for last, showed his fate

Water placed in purification pots fine
Water pots for ceremonial wash time
Best wine saved for last showed his fate
Then he hung on the cross outside the gate

Water pots for ceremonial wash time
The servants drew wine no ordinary taste
Then he hung on the cross outside the gate
When Jesus turned the water into wine

(From the "Bible" John chapter 2. This is an attempt at a Rondel. Thanks for the challenge.)


Details | Quatrain | |

THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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No more rain

There once was this Baby-blue flower
That I use to know
If she didn’t get water 
There was no chance for her to grow
Well, Baby-blue was planted
Where no water flowed near
It was only rain that fed her
Hardly any came one year
It left Baby-blue wilted and dying
But, she pulled herself through
Managing to survive
On nothing more than the dew
Deciding while feeling weak and uncared for
Just too finally give up
Along side of Baby-blue
Popped sweet Buttercup
By him, Baby-blue was mesmerized
And felt under a trance
Thinking it’s worth holding on 
To give life with Buttercup a chance
Sweet Buttercup helped Baby-blue
That back then, he did not know
Just by sharing life with her
He saved her from death row

 


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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 


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Howling

Listen!...Hear the howling icy wind
Old man with white hair and beard
You with water, melted snow trickling
Down your side coursing to the lake

How high are you? Reaching the heavens
Such a strong tower,  protector of game
People can run to you strong Rock
Clouds boil over your white hair and beard

Possible new snow will come from above
Coating your hair and beard with new white
That provides the stream with water come spring
Stream that forms the cool, clear water of that River


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Banquet

You have filled our cups to overflowing
and broken bread with your loving kindness showing
prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine
and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine

You do supply with the fare that we need
the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed
fruitful is the table where you have us led
so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread

Take eat for his body broken was for you
and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True
you must ingest his teaching Word by Word
assimilate to understanding what you've heard

We must consider and upon your law reflect
till comprehension can lead path to circumspect
for with you is where all knowledge can be found
that like rain does water all our ground

God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep
led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep
with guidance to astounding meadows fair
for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share

He did empty the heavens of his Son
so the sharing of his table could be won
for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground
and to partake of his Spirit we be found

sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39
John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16
1John 2:27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Stifling Of My Tears

Stifling of my Tears Through the pain of the years. In the face of my darkest fears. A thousand times I wanted to cry. Afraid of allowing something as simple as drops of water to escape from my eyes. Afraid of what others would think of me. The showing of my real emotions, meant exposing my vulnerability. I dare not cry. The stifling of my tears was the only thing I thought I should try. Because, if you saw me crying, you would think that I was weak. I was afraid if I cried, I would not be able to speak. I thought and I thought, then I thought some more. I tried in vain not to open the door. It was not a door, it was a vast floodgate. Quickly, I tried to hide, but I was too late. All the pain I held onto, through all the years. Came spilling down my face through my tears The stifling of my tears, I could no longer do. I wanted to pray, but back then I did not know who or what I was praying to. My Mama said, no man is measured by the amount of water that escapes from his eyes. Then I was able to find the freedom, not to stifle my cries. I was allowed to endure the pain through all the years. Now I can release the pain, because I no longer stifle my tears. Written By Greg Sykes August 6, 2011


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Robin's Plight

In a night,
my flight turned into a storm.
Both rocky and calm,
Full of gusts and minor debris.

Rain pelted me,
The thunder struck behind me,
The wind chilled my body,
I am all alone.

My nest is gone.
My family is gone;
The cat dominated my home.
But now, I am flying.

Flying.

Flying.

Flying.

To the south,
Where warm weather and promise awaits.

The ocean below me is exquisite and powerful,
Under the moon and stars.

The water raging.
The water foaming.

The fish swimming in there schools,
The coral providing homes

Sunlight touched my chilled feathers,
The trees inviting my stay.
I preened and the wind ruffled,

A sound.
Alert.
Twist.
Take off.
I’m scared.
What am I to do?
Where am I to go?

Mountains loomed before me,
A rainbow painted across the sky.
I have to keep going,
I feel I must fly.





My life isn’t mine.
My goal not achieved.
There is more.
I know it.

There’s a house below,
It’s a cabin among the pine trees.
I can dream. . .
For peace, for serenity.

There is a window and a ledge,
A shiny, tiny bell waved on a collar.
A pipe sat on the side table.
The fireplace ablaze with fire.

Love.

Warmth.

Cheep!

The old man looked at me,
The orange tabby did to.

He opened the window,
My feet stayed on the ledge; I backed away.

Tabby looks curious,
Amber eyes a-glow.
He held his finger out,
I felt compelled to remain.

My feathers are still soaked.
He touched my wing.
I moved closer.

A peek at the tabby.
Hop.
Cheep!
Inside the cabin.

I’m calm.
Here I stay.
This is my home.

I play fly tag with Tabby.
I have my place on the fireplace.
I can stay.
Until I have to fly away again.


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Crossing the Red Sea

It is water in the ditch making ponds.
It is ponds of water making streams.
It is streams making lakes.
It took lakes of valley to make rivers.
It took mountains of rivers to make seas.
A cross sections of seas springs oceans.

Just like the Atlantic Ocean.
Just like the pacific.
Looking through the Indian Ocean,
through the rivers crossing the Jordan,
a barricade of  boundaries,
between determination and success.

Crossing the Red Sea, 
Is making the Israelites Journey.
Journey to land of Canaan.
Journey to success.
With a walk through the rigors. 
With a long walk to freedom.



Crossing the Red Sea is divine,
crossing to close the path of the enemies.

Just like Pharaoh was plunge into the Red Sea,
crossing to begin a long walk to freedom.
Aided with signs and wonder
Who is your Red Sea?
Cross him.
Cross him.


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Elemental Magic

High upon Barton Creek sits a sacred spot
where water falls and love presides.

Hawks glide over rocky ridges and hiddren trails 
lead to rocky ledges.

Across the creek a magical gateway lies;
I will go there one day or perhaps I've already arrived.
As I sit  atop this rock touching elements combined;
air - earth - fire - water.

I feel the magic come alive as
tree touches rock, rock touches water, water surrounded by air,
sun shining down.  Mother Earth breathes in her beauty.
I am there breathing in with her; Mother Earth is alive as I am alive. 

And,  now  we live together in harmony once again, hopefully,
until the end of time.


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Blood And Water

Blood and water poured from Christ’s side
In order that we might abide
In Jesus and escape God’s wrath
Led by His Spirit in the path
That saints throughout the ages trod
In order that a loving God
Might save us from eternal Hell
And let us drink from His deep well
Of blood and water poured on the earth
To consummate mankind’s new birth
On Calvary the day Christ died
Blood mixed with water poured from His side


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The Fall of the Black Angels

This last few years
Had seen fighting so coarse
Having vowed never to fight
Viewing histories remorse
 
The black angels of angst
Went back on their word
The earth for themselves
It's what they preferred
 
No explanation
No discussions met
Their war on the innocents
In their mind was set
 
Attacks they launched
No one was spared
Children slaughtered
They did not care
 
Weeks and months
Passed like days
Earth to be lost
In their deathly plays
 
A time traveller
From the past was called
Semaj to the Galaxy
His past exploits recalled
 
He was the one
Who downed Racolyn
The Butterfly winged Elf
Never to be seen again
 
The Parliament of Federation
His presence requested
The read of his past
Again to be tested
 
In hangers were gathered
Angels in flocks
Like squadrons of light
Beside their space ships docked
 
Loaded on board
The water of life
In missile form
To rid the black strife
 
Orders given
The space ships depart
To save natures earth
Again to restart
 
Co-ordinates entered
Black angels located
The water of life
Divine of the created
 
All weapons are primed
Loaded to demise
Ignore the crying
For the blackened dying
 
Hours and days
As the white angels fought
With Semaj leading
In heraldic taught
 
Black angels retreating 
Their fight fading to light
The last of them captured
Earths Parliament in delight
 
We thank Semaj
And Etto his droid
Another scar for this planet
In possible avoid
 
The war of the angels
Had come to an end
White versus black
In victorious mend
 
On this planet earth
In it's year 2338
White angels are predominant
Nature's soul mate


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The Empty Pitcher

The empty scared pitcher
Nicked, cracked, and in need of paint
Trying to fill it with water 
It leaked on the sink

Spilling forth to wet
The surfaces and the floor
A little prayer to God above
Filled the pitcher with his love

Now repaired and just like new
Water pours forth
Not spilling on the floor
But going forth to people who

Are also filled and repaired
Now they do not despair
But let their water overflow
Others are touched because it shows


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My Homeade Raft of Serenity

The water is rippling between my toes
The sunsets beauty is illuminating
I see the glow of pink and orange
Spreading across the oceans bluish green
A flock of birds are flying by
Across the darkening colorful sky
The dark of the night is creeping in
The beauty of the scene is such a sin
The air smells so clean and fresh
Like ripe flowers picked in the spring
And I hear the gentle water splash
That the underwater world brings
So here I am lying down
On my homemade raft
Enjoying this serenity
That god himself did craft
Away from traffic and human kind
No one's around to interrupt me
Allowing myself to clear my mind
And inhale the surrounding beauty.


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QUAKE

feel the slight tremble 
grow into a shake-fear not
until the slides begin to announce her coming
then the water bath and blast,
keep your mind together; just wonder.
An earthquake.

feel the slight fear
grow into a shiver-fear not
until the pulsing heart announces her coming
then the water baths and flow
keep your mind together-just ponder
A mind quake.

we suffer but one death to die several times before
a great show of cowardice
a quake it is for it comes then goes,the fear is what it leaves you with.


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Come To God's River


Come To The River!

Come to God’s river!   It never 
shall run day!
Come and drink…  
There is a vast supply!

Come to the river!  It flows 
from God above!
It’s eternal flow is from
 his heart of love!

Come and drink of this water’s
 life giving flow!
This water can completely 
make you whole!

Come and taste of the Lord’s 
everlasting goodness!
It can bring to your life …
A complete wholeness!

Come and drink his water 
that’s every so sweet!
It will quench your eternal thirst
 and make you complete!

Come now and drink! 
There’s room for YOU!
The choice is  yours…  
What will you do?

By Jim Pemberton   


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Father, Mother, Destiny

I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
Will I be forgiven for mine? 
They say the sins of the parents
Shall be visited upon the children
So they have visited
And I embraced them 
In times of uncertainty
And ran from them in
In moments of clarity

Surely as the stone goes rolling
Down a steep slope
I too have fallen
And landed on bottom
Only to  brush myself off
To attempt yet another perilous climb
A venture to the top
Where I truly believed
Love and safety could be found
In a parents embrace

Destiny however had another plan
Because I continued to ignore
What the universe had in store
So I climbed
And so I fell

Perhaps it was my own pain
That kept me trying in vain
For I could not foresee
That you suffered as well
How could offer something
That you were never given? 

The flowers will not bloom
Without the water 
But what if you never received the water
To give in the first place? 
Now I understand mother and father

                                                                
                                               (pause)  




Fixate over what cannot be changed
Bang your fists on stone
It is your hands that will bruise
Scream to the moon 
Yell to the stars
Until your voice weakens
Drink yourself into oblivion
To suffer a sobering reality

Inflict your soul 
With the blade of self-hatred
Ultimately your heart alone will ache
So you will climb
And so you shall fall

Although I will no longer
Try to take
Clearly what cannot be given
Your love and safety
Always will be hungered for

But I have become a spiritual warrior
Amid a world full of harsh realities
And self serving persons
I have learned to give myself
The water for the flowers

Love can still be ascertained
The outside is cold
But the inside is warm
And in here
I found what lay dormant
Waiting to spring forth

Now the inevitable time has arrived
To put the burning question to rest
What would life have been like with you? 
The universe apparently has another design


                                                        (pause)  



Perhaps in the next life
On another world
In some other time
There will be a new plan

In the meantime
Let go and stop ascending
An unattainable hill
From which you will fall
Yes, the pain will still survive
But it is love for myself
That gives me the strength to be alive

So I forgive you mother and father
For your mistakes
All that I ask in return
Is forgive me for mine
For I too am only human


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Nature

The clear water rushes upon the shore
could I ask for anything more?
a day at the beach 
 has something to teach
look at the nature it washes in
water, so clear like sequin
what would this sight mean to you
I see many different shades of blue
I see water as clear as glass
something that will soon be a time past
clean, clear, pure, and innocent
it wont stay that way for long
the water will soon be gone
constantly moving 
constantly changing 
this water is beautiful to me
could it be the clear blue sea? 


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The Burning Veil

My eyes were opened to a bright red burning veil.
Sun scorched and Moon dried,
It was fried!
But, I brought it some water in a crystal blue pale.
The more it burned higher went the scale,
God knows that I at least tried.
There was just nowhere to hide.
But, I wasn’t about to fail.
 
I put the veil in the water and made it wet.
I held it to the Sun and the Moon to air dry.
The veil melted and glowed where it was set.
It was sparkling and made me want to cry.
Perception had been weakened to what it really should be.
At least, that’s what the burning veil conveyed to the truth inside of me!
 


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Facets of a Faucet

Before my mid-life realization
My life was like
Sitting naked 
In an empty bathtub

With my knees 
To my chin
My arms wrapped tightly 
Around my thighs
A blank expression 
Upon my face

My skin 
Dry and shriveling 
From lack 
Of an adequate supply
Of that life sustaining 
Elementary particle

Every so often
A single drop 
Of water 
Would hang
From that inactive faucet

As it would hang,
For what seemed 
Like an eternity,
I would see 
My sad reflection 
Within it

As each drop is akin
To a glimpse 
Of actual livingness

There I would sit 
In extreme anticipation
Waiting for that drop
To pierce my parched skin

When the longing would end
With the falling 
Of that drop
I would come to life
To enjoy and be happy
But only for a brief moment
Then the moment 
Would be gone
As the drop 
Would dry up
Just like the other drops 
Before it

They never lasted long
Those moments of livingness

And then one day, it happened
The realization 
That I wasn’t living 
The one life
That I had been given

I decided 
That I needed to live
And gave that faucet
A gentle turn

Now
That once dormant faucet
 Has a never-ending torrent
Gushing from it

And I am not afraid 
That the water
Will consume me
And that I will drown
In quiet desperation

For I know 
That I can float
In the buoyancy 
Of the knowingness 
And understanding
Of Who I Am

Contrarily
The water soothes away
The arid feel
That I have become 
Accustomed to





It has exposed a more 
Sensitive, soft
Sensual, sheathing
That I am now 
Just being able
To feel
Comfortable in

Once the tub fills
I will be completely immersed
By the whole
Of the adhesion
Of the individual drops
Of Life
Each one affecting
Or being affected
By the one next to it

And my soul
Will be replenished
By the living
And the experience
Of them all






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Living Water

Living water makes those soft splashing sounds
As it courses from its source to spread all around

Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds
All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around

The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed
Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees

Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave
Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe

This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul
Oh that land where the living waters flow


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Walking on Water

I turn my back and look the other way, 
My shadow is a bliss you hope and pray!
I’m walking on water at the stroke of midnight,
Searching for the hope of a breaking daylight!
Everything’s just so incredibly beyond bright!
Closing my eyes to a brand new day,
Shutting down inside and feeling everything just die.
My thoughts surely would make you an empty man inside!
I’m walking on water in the shadows of daybreak,
Searching for the hope of my lost and alone faith!
Everything’s just so outrageously beyond great!
I close my mind to the brand new light of day.
Closing my eyes and just walking away,
But my shadow you hope and pray will surely stay.
I’m walking on water at the peak of nightfall,
Looking for this huge magnificently clear waterfall!
Everything’s just so enormously beyond tall!
I close my eyes and I begin to pray.
My thoughts could surely give hope to all,
For I walk on water on each and every day!


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ANOTHER YES

One time I asked myself what's so hard about being a child of Christ?
is it because I have to fight against the devil everyday of my life?
is it because I'm now saved and living sanctified?
or is it because I refused to sell out and I'm now rectified?
the hardest thing about being in Christ I would profess
is that after the first time, God requires another yes

when you say yes to God it's not a one time event
for it's only by His grace that you are even in His presence
to be a child of Christ you need to advance by little steps
and say yes to all He asks of you, if you desire to be His earthly rep
in the process of time God will tell you to have no fear
for when your well runs dry He will make water appear
for God won't let you thirst nor let you starve and die
He will always provide for on His word you can rely

when Elijah asked that widowed woman for some water to drink
she said yes, that's no problem, what did you really think?
but when he next asked for a little bit of bread
she said I only have enough for one last meal and then I will be dead
as a prophet of the Lord, Elijah wanted another yes
to see if she would commit to God and trust in Him to do no less
her first yes was only a very convenient gesture
but her second yes would have been a show of her true measure

sacrificial commitment and unselfish attitudes
are some of the things God requires of you
step out of your comfort zone
and sacrifice for the heavenly throne

many people tend to treat God like a tire that's a spare
kept in the trunk until we need it there
and when that tire gets us to our final destination
we remove that spare and put it back in hibernation
but God has a plan and He's not  just a convenient device
He's the master of our fate and Controller of our lives
you don't really own anything for all you see belongs to God
always give Him another yes and give it from the heart

so when that widowed woman did as the Prophet Elijah did say
God then provided her with food for many, many days
Yes Lord, Yes Lord say it as often as you can
Yes Lord, Yes Lord  I put my fate in Your righteous hands
Yes Lord, Yes Lord for You I can do no less
Yes Lord, Yes Lord,  ALWAYS ANOTHER YES




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deep thoughts

A persistent wind strikes my face.
A steady rock...
back and forth..
back and forth...
I look down, to escape the sun, to no avail,
As the golden glare jumps from the water passed the sail,
to my face.

A time for reflection
Quiet,
smooth.
Let the wrinkles in the water enter your ears.
Don't move.
Just watch, listen, and look.

The melting horizon,
At which you can not tell,
from where the stars stand,
and where the fish dwell.

Just watch, listen, look.
At your feet, a nibble.
Then another, 
then,
gone.
It's school has departed and now not to far behind it follows.
I look a little ahead as hundreds upon hundreds of these blue beauties,
dance their dance, in the water.
So well choreographed,
thousands of times rehearsed,
in order to get it right.
Hundreds upon hundreds, to create a team that soars the water as
ONE.

No words,
No leader,
Precision.
Hundreds upon hundreds = to ONE.
It's natural, it's instinct.
No words.
they just watch, listen , feel.

Relate this to us.
realize that we take pride in knowing
we are the learning, the adapt, the human.
It seems so less amusing now.
comparatively.

No leader, no words
Yet precision down to the millisecond.
Yet they slice the water like a needle in the hands of a surgeon.

It humbles you in away that no words or person can.
Just watch, listen, and look around.
Don't stare, don't hear.
WATCH, LISTEN, LOOK.
this alone can bring a man to greatness.
For greatness begins when you realize you are NOT the best.
Greatness begins when you admit,
that a little, flapping fish,
in a great, green sea,
Is greater than what you were, what you are, and what you will ever be.


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The Rook

8D
my mind is an open book.
read it and have a look.
"Open" said Crow.
"We near the brook"
"Stones are there and
little by little does the trick.

Love the journey... it's the
Mother of all invention.


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http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34

Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press
NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and
the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being
true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened.

It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level
too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the
pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the
mother of invention.)


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Liquid Gold

The tub was quickly filling just like everyday before.
Today, something was different and it burned within my core.

As I was gently lounging, just letting the tub fill 
I realized the irony and what a bitter pill.

This water that I'm watching could easily save a life.
This could make the difference for a man, his kids and wife.

I quickly stopped the water out of reflex more than need.
I felt almost ashamed of myself for nurturing my greed.

How can I lie here lounging, just wasting 'liquid gold'
while just a drink would save them, the young as well as old? 


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AS WE AWAIT

There is hope for a tree 
If it is cut down 
it will spout again 
and it's new shoots will not fail 
its roots may grow old in the ground 
and it's stump die in the soil 
yet at the scent of water it will bud 
and put forth shoots like a plant 
but man dies and is laid low 
he breathes his last and is no more 
as water disappears from the sea 
or a riverbed becomes parched and dry 
so man lies down and does not rise 
till the heavens are no more 
men will not awake 
or be roused from their sleep 
they will rest and await 
for the mystery of heaven or hell


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WATERY GOLD

Loving flow 
Golden glow 
Water flow 
Sun so 

Light reflecting, 
on water so 
Golden glow 
Sun deflecting 

Water of gold 
Golden so 
Water flow 
Sun so 

Golden flow 
Your loving so 
I know......... 
Like the water below 
the sun glow 

Watery gold 
My loving so 
Your love flow 
Me........,to hold 

Watery gold 
Sun glow 
You........... 
To hold 
Loving me so 


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Paraffin Metaphor

Paraffin in liquid with heat,
I let a drop of water in it neat,
It sizzled and smoked and paraffin turned solid,
at that particular place,
More of paraffin dropped on solid spot,
and melted it down again,
our interactions are like that,
any human pouring cold water over your zest,
and you turn cold at best,
you look for warmth,
before you catch your next breath.


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I Wish I Had a Happy Story to Tell

I wish I had a happy story to tell
I wish it were the color of orange blossoms
I wish my body were not my jail
I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell

I love him
So I let him grab my wrist 
As he led me away
I love him I told myself again
I was struggling to keep up as he
Was dragging me to my feet
You see I had let myself fall
I must have lost my balance
When he slammed me against the wall
I love him
I wanted to believe
But my tears kept me from seeing
His weight kept me from breathing
And his hand kept me from screaming
So I yelled instead in my head
That I loved him
My body pressed against the bed
I love him
How ironic I had worn
A pretty white dress
For a pretty white mess
I had not imagined that this would be my end
But I love him I told myself again
And as his knee bruised my inner thigh
My voice was lost within a cry
He’d forgotten to undo his belt
So I took the opportunity to yell
And for a moment I could not see
As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me
I began to drown in it
But then I found in it
Not the water he chose
But instead a broken nose
I love him, now harder to believe
Please don’t 
I mouthed a silly symphony
Please don’t 
Was my silent soliloquy 
Please don’t 
And then it was as if the world were in slow motion
I saw every emotion
Run through his face
As he pushed me away
Could it be that he was setting me free
Unused just as before
I lay crumpled on the floor
And saw his iron boots heading to me
He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears
Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears
He said nothing but stood over me
And with one swift kick
He destroyed everything that was left of me
Then he walked out the door
Down the hall
And far away
Leaving behind in his wake
A girl so useless
Not even a proper victim for a rape
But that girl is gone now
She has been replaced
By another with a stronger face
A louder growl
And quite a bite
One who will always put up a fight
Until she finds that you are worthy
Until you are witness to her glory
Then and only then 
Will she tell you this story





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natures greeting

i sit in awe,
Just listening,smelling and feeling.
Taking in all i can see.
A gent al mist rises from the running water as it saturates the rocks.
The sun glistens like thousands of diamonds drifting with a quiver of life.
Birds sing joyful songs wile the wind brushes against my skin as if to greet me and then
dances away through the trees.
The air,filled with a sweet smell of water and fresh pine fill my every breath.
Truly God has created all this to cleanse our souls.
I feel an overwhelming awe.


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Angel's Unaware

Is the knocking at my door a pest
this hot and humid day?
Or just one seeking shade to rest
as he travels on his way.

Asking only if he could sit a spell
in my shaded front yard.
The fact he had no goods to sell
had caught me quite off guard.

He asked of me a drink to spare
from water in my well.
While drinking he began to share
God, and a burning hell.

As I brake bread with this old gent
with tearful look he said.
I'm thankful for the time you've spent
for the water and the bread.

I'm tired but I must get on the roads
stretching his weary back.
Thinking me for lightening his load
but alas he had no pack.

With deeds and words we do and say
showing others that we care.
In life while helping others we may
entertain an Angel unaware.


































































































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STREAM OF SIGHS

STREAM OF SIGHS

The Stream left the Mountain.......
Left The Magic Fountain..........
Through rocks ,small
Through rocks ,tall
It became a waterfall

Such Water,gave to all....
Such magic...........
tumbling stream
Part of the dream.........
The Water continued to fall

The Stream of Sighs..........
Flowed through the Whispering Trees
Here the beauty lies.........
What the love ,sees

The Water gleamed
For, all it touched........
Glowed brighter
Grew taller
Flew higher.............
So it seemed...........

The Moon glowed
The Stream flowed
Soft rippling into the night
How it gleamed in the Moonlight
The Trees Whispered
The Stream sighed
Such Magic it couldn't hide

The Waters reached the Castle well
The Stream of Sighs...........
The Waters fell
The Faeries could tell...........
for, they were wise.........
In waters that did dwell,
in Truth and Love,
from the mountain high above




Details | Ballad | |

A RIVER SONG

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

A drop to fall 
Through the night 
The coming dawn 
Cannot it take it all 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

On the river 
Sweet and clear 
The water ran 
Through boulder 
Through river sand 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

The river twisted and turned 
The easiest path learned 
Picking up sand and clay 
Every night 
Every day 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

The rush of water 
In streams 
In rivers 
In dreams 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

The music of water 
With a drop to fall 
Created a symphony 
Flowing to the sea 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

Soft tinkling of the river 
Meeting the roar of the sea 
A river song 
Lost for eternity 


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Steadfast

Blue stone grovelled in mud,
wet viscid and and dirty mud,
no one knew where water poured in from,
nobody was there to stop it hence,
it had crushed the earth,
made it soft and humid,
it had drilled hole,
and widened it broad,
and now was eating sides,
loosening mud,
and making the muck,
this blue stone had loosened,
from the water attack,
and fell down,
with no jack,
from its earthly rack,
now water worked on mud,
and mud on stone,
god knows for many days,weeks and months,
the scene had remained the same,
a philosopher doing the round,
saw it every now and then,
and wondered when,
the stone will get bleached,
philosopher  had to see his last,
and died his death,
the stone held the color fast.



Details | I do not know? | |

STREAM OF SIGHS

The Stream left the Mountain....... 
Left The Magic Fountain.......... 
Through rocks ,small 
Through rocks ,tall 
It became a waterfall 

Such Water,gave to all.... 
Such magic........... 
tumbling stream 
Part of the dream......... 
The Water continued to fall 

The Stream of Sighs.......... 
Flowed through the Whispering Trees 
Here the beauty lies......... 
What the love ,sees 

The Water gleamed 
For, all it touched........ 
Glowed brighter 
Grew taller 
Flew higher............. 
So it seemed........... 

The Moon glowed 
The Stream flowed 
Soft rippling into the night 
How it gleamed in the Moonlight 
The Trees Whispered 
The Stream sighed 
Such Magic it couldn't hide 

The Waters reached the Castle well 
The Stream of Sighs........... 
The Waters fell 
The Faeries could tell........... 
for, they were wise......... 
In waters that did dwell, 
in Truth and Love, 
from the mountain high above 


Details | I do not know? | |

PARADISE

Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, 
You, 
holding my hand 

Warmth of sun, 
warmth of hand, 
Warmth of love, 
Warmth of sand 

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

Footprints in sand, 
none but our own, 
walking along the shore, 
we know what it is all for 

Hand in hand, 
walking on sun bleached sand, 
no words we can say, 
on the beach of eternal play 

For, no words are needed, 
our thoughts,words are as one. 
You and I under golden sun, 
hand in hand 
on sun bleached sand 

Shade of palm, 
you by my side, 
serene and calm, 
the beach stretched far and wide 

Wearing nothing but our smiles, 
we can see for miles, 
paradise perfect, 
crystal clear sea, 
blue and green reflect, 
the love you have for me 

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
You, 
holding my hand 


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My Secret Place

Lying in the soft grass I watch
Morning rays peak through embracing branches
As dew springs forth on blades of grass-
Reflections of iridescent light bounce off walled bushes
And dance with water on green leaves. 
Birds sing as they bathe in the gathering dew. 
Their melodies drift through the air,
A signal to all that everything is at peace.
Velvet petals open and stretch toward heaven -
Begging the sun to smile upon them and share its light.
Reflections on water 
Mirror images of distorted beauty, 
Then gently fade and wash away.
All is calm in this enchanted place
Where earth and heaven bring nature to life.
There is no past - no future - only this beautiful moment.


Details | Free verse | |

It is Good (Part I)

In the beginning God created the Heaven and the Earth
But He didn't make the world in just one day,
For darkness was upon the face of the deep,
And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
There was no sky.  There was no dry ground			#1

There was no vegetation, no sun, no moon, no stars.
There were no land creatures.
There was neither man nor woman,
But on the first day, God said, "Let there be light."
And there was only light yet God saw that it was good.	                     #2

Separating the light from the darkness
He called the light "day" and the darkness "night",
And so there was evening and morning, the first day.		#3

Yet the earth was formless and empty
So on the second day God called an expanse between the waters
And separated the water under the expanse from the water above it.
He called the expanse "Heaven".  It was so.			#4

On the third day with His Word God gathered the water under the sky
To one place and dry ground appeared, which he called "Earth".            #5
		
The gathered waters He called "seas",
And God saw that it was good.				#6

He also told the land to produce seed-bearing plants
And trees bearing fruit with seed in it.  It was so,
But still there was no sun, no moon, no stars.			#7

There were no sea creatures, no birds and no land creatures.
There was neither man nor woman;
Yet, God saw that it was good.				#8

But because the day and night had no governors,
On the fourth day God commanded lights in the heaven
To separate day and night and serve as signs
To mark the seasons, days and years, and it was so.		#9

There were two great lights, the sun to rule the day
And the moon to rule the night.  He also made the stars
And set them in the expanse to give the land light.		#10
	


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Heaven

as I passed a small brook 
I saw a fawn. 
no one around. no mother near. 
it took a drink from the cool gleaming water 
I realized then it wasn't a fawn I was seeing. 
it was me. 
in all rationality it couldn't have possibly been. 
As I approached, the terrain took a drastic change for the 'weird'. 
I didn't know what to think seeing as I was dazed and confused. 
I suddenly awoke to the feel of cold water rushing over my hands. 
I notice the fawn had run off, with no indication it was ever there. 
my head was pounding and nothing seemed real. 
my senses had heightened and the grass felt of razors 
as I kneeled to drink, I noticed two reflections in the water. 
nothing was as it seemed. 
a small thicket with several bare trees and that silver stream running through 
was the last I could remember. 
there was no earth and no sky, 
no light and no dark. 
only him offering me in and opening his heaven, 
and there it was. 
There I was.