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Details | Free verse | |

Sin Hypoxia

To escape sin, I built a glass box around me.
Though sin like water started leaking through the cracks upon me.
Soon the water would consume me.
Forced hand prints scattered inside the glass by me.
Trying to break free of what I built around me.
No one is near to see or help me.
No one to call, to assist or guide me.
Tears accreting to the water wasn't helping me.
The water is slowly getting deeper around me.
The strength is fading away within me.
Please, someone save me! 
Oh God, please forgive me!
Thinking I had all the answers to build this glass box around me.
Sin, yet and still captured me.
I need you now Lord please strengthen me.
Eyes closed beneath the water crying out for him to save me.
His voice appears, "Come as you are to me.
You made a decision to consult with yourself without me.
For I am the only way the truth and the light; not you but me.
All the tools you need are provided by me.
I will bring down this glass box only for your life to be with me.
For I make no mistakes because I am me.
I will send you back to be a living witness for me and only me."

Pace, G 

Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Details | Free verse | |

Today Is a Gift To Us All

The thing about today is that:
                      It will be different than any other day
  Many different factors will share in the reasons 
           That today will be completely original 
  The people we encounter can play a huge role 
                          In the way that our day plays out 
We have no control over how these people may act 
                   No control over what they may say or do 
We can however control the way we allow it to affect us 
               I have met and been friends with 
        About every type of person that there is 
       From healers to killers I have met them all 
Shared meals and how we feel;the pressure of it all 
                             I used to allow outside influences 
                                                 Like these people 
            To play a role in how my day would go  
Then one day I realized that if you remove the water from the falls 
                                                     All that you have left is a cliff 
                                         And of course a hole at the bottom 
                  All the breathtaking beauty of the waterfall is gone 
All because some fool decided to build a dam to divert the water 
                    The River had no choice in how its day would go 
                       It had no choice in allowing an outside force 
                                                        To change its course 
                                        Of where it would end today 
        We have a choice, no matter what anyone does 
We can stay on course and maintain the original beauty of our day 
                                 As long as we always remember 
                                     That this day belongs to us 
The only thing that can change that is God, for it is his gift to us all

Details | Rhyme | |

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best

Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears

Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East

Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Lake, Water and Sun

Lake, Water and Sun

Blue lake stirs the youthful mind,
water shines then invites us on in.
Sunshine covers this rare new find
as delight gives each a big grin-
the youthful mind, invites us on in.

Work done, we have no more chores
sweet time for living life instead.
Sun beams hot upon these shores-
cool waters splashes upon each head-
upon these shores, living life instead

Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist,
rhapsody set to fine angelic tunes;
love leaping through a watery mist?
Will love burn out into the dunes-
with a bad twist...out into the dunes.

Details | Free verse | |

Human Nature

The Computer Screen Light

Splints off The Fluid in His

Eyes, And Cascades The 

Twinkling Against the Wall.

              -She Curls up in a ball-
        -He Takes up The Fetal position-

The Headset Poses Security

Against the Deafening Sounds

of Reality. The Light Outside,

Fades to A Deep Blue...

               - She Cries To Pass The Time -                  
            - He's Done Crying, No Liquid Left -

He Lies Back on his Chair, in

Sheer Agony. Stems Covered

With Leaves Burst From His

Veins. His legs Root to the carpet.

               - Sleep Grants her little solace -
           - He Hasn't Slept in Over Two Weeks -

Mimicking Womb Protocol, She

Folds. Clutching her Stomach

She Heaves Forward a Lunguful 

Of Bark. Shes Changing

               - She Smiles across the Water -
       - The Water Ripples Following his Response -

Intertwined in Friendship, 

They Grow Towards The Sun...

Details | Free verse | |

An Act Of Birth, Is An Act OF Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light!

becoming one existance

The stars gather like flocks of birds.

See the colors mix and mingle

Creating the perfect shades of colors, the

most beautiful blue and yellow.

Funny how words could form such a savage thing.


These islands come apart

Gods fingers pulling them into various directions

By his very words they are released.

Morning and nights wed, but they are never

essembled as one.


Out of some experiment called love?

To see us form into flesh and blood

And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt


Spreading as far as the eyes can see

Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and 

sometimes sea's prevail!

Birth of nations!


The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and

other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek

and found before the eyes of the almighty.

New species arise, what perfection...


The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks

to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons.

Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions.

One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh

as lightening

And will cease the same by partened clouds and running

horseman, out of the clouds into earth.

And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed

 A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply

and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of

graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath

a wise space

Below a newly born star.....




Atlas!  the earth has formed to paint these?

and soon our hands which once held silence

and our hearts held peace! this is good

The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing

the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright!

This is good!  Out of the garden. The murder of innosence

Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power

Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin!



Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts

and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations

Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose

Entering winter.


Details | Diamante | |

A Poet Never Faultiers

I drank my words from the cup of evil lately not holy water
Like many I sit in my dungeon of doom on earth trying not to my addictions faultier
I'm sitting knee deep in the shitted down reservation sewer street water 
Im looking for wisdom daily with sinners with calls that I shouldn't be trying to call her
I know I be looking for a life filled with silver and gold when I know Im living in copper
I know I got a crazy  coming my way so I best get on trying to stop her
I remember the first time I was in love with lust when I first saw her
I know without the water in my life I would scream silent as I would quietly holler 
I know I been like a bunny moving around in life that sometimes people call me a hopper
I know I been kicking it in the field so much that people tell me I should start playing soccer
I should be more of an actor of actions and less more of a talkitive talker
I know I got what I got so I will be a poet that will never ever faulteir

Details | Rhyme | |

A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup

Details | Rhyme | |

Modern Life

Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.

The pub is open we have an unlimited license,
Let’s have a drink before we go to bed!
I’m sorry we are closed the doors shut at eleven
That’s what the snooty landlord then said.

The helpline is here no matter when 
Give us a call and we can help you then.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, the phone rings on
A tape recording says, “Sorry everyone has gone.”

My car has broken down the man came to fix it
“It doesn’t work” he said sratching his head.
“There a computer on board and I will need to record
All the things that are broken down” he said.

But I need my car; I looked at him hard, 
And he gave me a wizened up frown.
He plugged himself in, then said with a grin.
The computer says it’s fine, the engine is strong.

But the car doesn’t work you toothless little jerk, 
The computer plugged in must be wrong.
“How can it be wrong it says the engine is strong?” he gave me a shifty look
“To be honest missus if it ain’t on the pute, perhaps the answers in a book."

He could find nothing wrong, the onboard computer gave a bong,
But it still said all was okay.
The tow-truck they called out with its ramp and its chains
Now they have taken my poor car away.

Modern life is so frustrating; we have everything at our fingertips
There is 24/7 that does not mean that, and fury does exit my lips.
If its 24/7 and help lines constantly, a car that is run by computer.
Why doesn’t anything work, I feel like the jerk, can somebody lend me a shooter.

I want to blast and to break all technology of late
It’s driving me to drink and distraction
The open all hours pubs are now closed, 
And my car is still out of action.

The bank is closed, the computers just died, 
The telephones gone on the blink
The TV HD, it is fuzzy like me;
I think I’m going to put my head in the sink.

The oven would be better, but its electric not gas
So I don’t think it would work as well
I want to end it all, not practice for the day,
The Grim-Reaper points at me, and sends me to hell.

Therefore, I’ll fill up the sink and put my head in the drink, 
Oh, blast, who is that at the door?
It’s the water board here, we are just making it clear,your water is off for a week.
Typical, I have no car and it is too far
To walk out and jump in the creek.

Details | Narrative | |

Old Pet

 I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time 
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride 
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
 We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures. 
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very 
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her. 
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the 
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
 I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day. 
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I 
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep 

 Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool 
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight. 
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and 
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples, 
sugar cubes and so on. 

 I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as 
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear. 
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently. 
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.

 Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she 
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would 
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me, 
maybe for the first time.    

For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.

Details | Terza Rima | |

Perfect Water Lair

The air is wet, the sky is very grey A buoy works its shift down near the shore Light is quite scarce in these clouds by the bay Might be a little rain, clouds to implore The waves are more brisk down on the surface There might be a flash of lightning no more There’s nothing between the water and grace A constant wind exists out in the air There’s a tender, calm feeling in this place Never will one find terror or despair On this ocean a perfect water lair
Russell Sivey

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.

Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.

 Suzanne Delaney

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.

As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple  dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.

Suzanne Delaney

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 | Rhyme | |

The River

Sometimes The River is long
at places mighty deep
The currents not always steady,
into the ground, water will seep

Along the way the water rushes,
there's a need to hold it back
A dams not always foolproof,
sometimes it'll form a crack

The water will rise quickly,
over the banks it will flood
Tearing, ripping, and destroying,
causing destruction, spilling blood

To each person The River differs
With time, changes are made
The enemy can cause erosion
and the waters began to fade

Muddy with deceptive influence
or perfect clarity, to vision
How The River flows is ultimately,
each persons own decision

The River can be very short,
where it comes to an abrupt end
or it can form a tributary,
where a new life will begin

So, when you follow this river,
The River that we call "Life"
May your journey flow freely,
devoid of pain and strife

Don't let the water become polluted,
with corruption and decay
Live your life to the,
fullest every single day

Details | Rhyme | |

A Beach Without Water

A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship

A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that’s exactly how I feel without you

Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship

Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you

(NOTE:  This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son.  We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, “Will there be water near the beach?”  That gave birth to the first line 
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)

Details | Sonnet | |



 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 | |

Bathing Beauty

Breathe laden islands rise and fall
beneath the steam graced surface of clear water,
capped with rosettes, red-brown, silken, warm,
beaded with water running in rivers
down mountainsides of flesh, puddling,  
in the darken depression of navel.

The water rises, about kneecaps
pristine and alabaster in hue.
Angular shoulders hug the far end of the tub.
A slender neck held aloft, crowned with auburn hair
and hazel eyes, changling orbs, of green and gold
an a oval face rivaling Modigliani’s Madonna.

A ruddy glow spreads across high cheekbones.
The rising water submerges all, 
but porcelain neck and upturned face,
tendrils, tresses, coil, splay on still water.

Lids droop languidly, lips pout petulantly,
and still the water rises
buoying delicate arms, ending in fingers 
...avidly playing.. upon 
the pearl white key to desire. 

Details | Sonnet | |


Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim

Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere

The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll  birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring

Lost in the power, influence, shiny  gold
If only __a different story  told

Details | Free verse | |

The Purest Music

    One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder the meaning of life.
As I sat ,and thought,
the soft chimes of music,
from the water spirits,
lulled me into a dream state.
Some where in  that liquid crystal,
stubborn stones are worn smooth,
by the passage of time.
Elsewhere the fluidous mercury,
rushes toward a cleft ,
a water fall.
Bringing forth melodies,
never to be reproduced ,
by mere human hands.
As my lids grow heavy,
I'm awakened by the flash of silver,
denizens ,  
silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun..
With regret its time to leave,
as I turn to go ,
a misty rainbow is captured ,
by the fading beams of light.
I smile, at peace,
the promise ,
the sun will once again ,
eclipse the horizon.

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 | Rhyme | |


In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.

Details | I do not know? | |

Clinging To A Memory

A quiet stream in a secret place
I look in the water and see your face
Sitting here beside me
The way we were before you left me
You touched my hand so tenderly
And promised this was how we’d always be
And now I sit here all alone
With just a memory to cling on
Foolish one they would say 
Did you really think he would stay
He was never yours one would say
And your foolish heart drove him away
Now I sit in a world of my own
Sitting here all alone
Maybe they were right but look there in the water I see
His face smiling up at me
He has come back to me
But alas t is the last thing I see

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 | Lyric | |

The Downward Spiral (with a nod to NIN)

She sees herself suddenly as a small girl
bare feet on the cold black and white tile
little toes curled
sees the white porcelain tub and
how pretty the light blue water was
so deep it almost came to her chin
as she climbed in

For hours she'd play with her dime store sailboat
loving it though it would hardly float
always taking on water
listing, never level
her wet skinny back hunched over
shoulder blades like primordial wings
every few minutes she'd have to shake the thing

Trying desperately not to break the spell
of pretend
and when
it was time to let the water out
she'd always stay to watch the water drain
weighing the emotional pain
both fascinated and horrified,
as the suction intensified,
by the force of the water
the unstoppable slaughter
waiting for the inevitable rotation
to begin
the dizzying spin

Slowly at first growing faster and faster
a miniature cyclonic water disaster

The dime store boat of course on its side
circling faster in the relentless tide

Then the drain would give a horrible belch
much satisfied with itself.

As she grew the tub got smaller
with shallower water
less and less room
for pretend to bloom.

Years later, dime store sailboat long forgotten,
life having been mostly rotten
working with the most cynical of cynics
ER nurses bitter that it's more like a clinic
runny noses and coughs that folks thought were urgent
working hard to save those who were truly emergent

Hearing from them the phrase: "circling the drain"
memories suddenly flooding the brain
almost able to feel herself as that young girl
watching the sailboat beginning to swirl

Feeling the blood drain, face going pale
she sees vividly the boat with its bright red sail
yellow hull and blue plastic deck
fine hairs rising on the back of her neck

She realizes now the fatigue of age
is from fighting the pull with defiant rage

The closer you get, the faster you spin
and soon the dark whirlpool draws you in

With a knowledge that seems to be purely primal
she now understands the downward spiral

And she knows that she will not put up a fight
she'd rather go silently in the dark of the night

And the dime store boat comes to rest on its side
so it's all come full circle at the end of the ride.

©Danielle White

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From a beam he dangled as the rope choked out his breath
So very soon to end his life as he does the dance of death.
     The grandma sees her grandson and has to take him down
     She lays him on the carpet that is colored brown.

High up on a structure eyes are starring down
Will blackout over come him before he hits the ground;
  The morbid and the curious have finally gone away
  There’s only those who clean the mess, it's just another day.

Dinner on the table with plate and fork and knife
The only thing that's swallowed is a pill to end her life.
  Who said that it is painless have they looked around the room
  The pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.

With a knife the cut was made now blood spills on the floor
Soon the shadows of the dark will come in through the door.
    Who said there are no victims; reactions carry on;
    This tragedy repeats it’s self; through days that take too long 
With rocks put in her pockets in water not so high
She sucks the water to her lungs that's how she chose to die.
    The husband of Virginia Wolf, now he knows too well
    His days are filled with misery and his life's a living hell.

Desperate to escape he points the pistol to his head
The triggers pulled, a roar goes off; and just like that he's dead.
      When she opened up the door she saw the pieces of his brain
      The blood in puddles on the floor; was like water from the drain.

Blood is on her shirt; where she held him for too long
But it's simply far too late the life in him is gone.
    Who says that it is painless have they looked around the room
     I know the pain does carry on and on far beyond the doom.


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Heart of the Sea

           Essence of salt and waves crashing
           The World of the Sea has a heart
            Careful not to offend thee ~

            The spills of oil , nuclear waste
             Drilling and mistakes, 
           Man infused sewage and waste 

           The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
           The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
           Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given

          The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
          For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
          Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy

          What have we done to create this disharmony 
           It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
           It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken 
           We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath , 
                The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries 
                    This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?

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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”

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Bellow an Umbrella

Rain seems to fall under my umbrella Down below it falls directly on me It leaves an impression, a firm aura The wetness of the water simply sees Down below it falls directly on me The rain flows right onto my tender face The wetness of the water simply sees And shows me how the rain falls into place The rain flows right onto my tender face Under the umbrella it seems real safe And shows me how the rain falls into place The rain seems to rub on the neck and chafe Under the umbrella it seems real safe But the rain comes down below the cover The rain seems to rub on the neck and chafe Leaving one wet and feeling depressed more But the rain comes down below the cover It leaves an impression, a firm aura Leaving one wet and feeling depressed more Rain seems to fall under my umbrella
Russell Sivey

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Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 2/2

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  2/2


This folk song is based on the childhood incidents 
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to 
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the 
place where the divine Krishna  was brought up 
by his foster mother Yashoda.  

O,  Please tell me,      what  should  I    do,
Speak a word,  to   extinguish  my worries,
I   cannot   live,                 without   seeing,
The  alluring face of  our  naughty Krishna.  

O,   please tell my friend,                how  should  I  manage it,
What plea and excuse  dear,            I can tell     in my  home,
How to go back to home,           without  Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me. 

Stunned  and mesmerized,  by the magic of our   Krishna, 
I stand here only,        in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my  Chunri and Gagariya,    O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only,   in  the water. 

Kanpur India 26 10 2010

(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)

*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend

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Out the Window

The house is perfect for the autumn days With the windows built just for the sunlight Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze Letting light in, letting things be real bright With the windows built just for the sunlight Looking out the window you see beyond Letting light in, letting things be real bright You can see out there a nice little pond Looking out the window you see beyond There’s a pathway that leads into the yard You can see out there a nice little pond Seeing and not being out there is hard There’s a pathway that leads into the yard It’s a tender sight that I am seeing Seeing and not being out there is hard Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing It’s a tender sight that I am seeing Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing The house is perfect for the autumn days
Russell Sivey

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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

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Green Horse Trough

Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough,
scrubbing the green slim off the sides.
The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold,
Finally cooling the rim with water from the pump.

The bouquet from the trough instantly painted a familiar picture
Of hot, still summer lakes,
Sitting under ancient willows,
Fishing for what ever small life would sacrifice itself to a young fisherman.

Water bugs scoot around the tall grasses ringed with green algae.
Teased by a breeze, willow fingers wrap around a daydream.
One of conquering its mighty branches, with tree houses and rope swings,
While crawdads keep stealing the bait.

The water is clean and clear and cool again.
With memories of her own, my horse pays homage to my work
By burying her face in the trough up to her eyes,
And blowing bubbles out of her nose.

(Some warm nostalgia for a cold winter day.)

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Soft Ripples

The soft ripples flow across the small lake The stagnant water reflects the mountains Where the water lies I see for my sake Sure mindful of beauty with give and take The water carries much delight within The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s not enough flow to leave a shore wake It’s the best graced water that’s ever been Where the water lies I see for my sake Birds fly high looking for a bit of cake Seeing the lake below where it began The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s just truth in the water nothing fake Water shows its path along the fixed land Where the water lies I see for my sake The land holds the water where it does rake The water reflects just like a large tin The soft ripples flow across the small lake Where the water lies I see for my sake
Russell Sivey

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

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Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra


My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”

Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.

Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
with the scent of paddy flower.”
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.

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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

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Paddleboat on a Pond

Peacefully she sits on her paddleboat In the sunlight she keeps herself afloat She sees her reverse image on water This allows her boat to teeter-totter She places her hand onto the still pond Lifts her head as she begins to respond The sunlight beams on her with a warm ray Illumines everything outside today She opens her picnic basket for food Her meal eaten puts her in a good mood The sound of the pond, you can hear the bugs As on the surface they come and slightly buzz The scene is dramatic, very tranquil She wants to stay here, where she is grateful
Russell Sivey

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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




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.


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The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.

17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.

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(Another old, childhood poem.)

Do you remember the old water well,
constructed of wood, stone, shingles, and clay?
It still stands in the dell --
old, decrepit, and gray.
Bordered by flowers of varying hues,
it serves as an altar to a lonely recluse.
The old water well where once we did meet
lies crumbling in dust, a hermit's retreat.

Details | Free verse | |


If one compares the ocean's wave 
to life upon the human stage,
minds conjure salt water sea 
and know forever's meant to be 
in blowing winds and moon pulled tides.
bridges to the world's divides.

These metaphors are thoughts aligned 
that pay no heed to warning signs
that say life's many noxious ploys
are games to play, as water buoys
to ships that move along the ocean's core 
all here today and gone once more
dashed upon some distant shore.

Absorbed in unconscious realms sustained
by clouds encased with thundrous rain
that bluster forth its moisture spent
upon the water's firmament.
And where will all our history go
to poet's rhyme and thoughts that show
we are more than just a wave? 
Our lives are played and soon engraved
in song and verse abeit saved
in memory's graceful reverie.
unlike the ripples of the sea.

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Ohhhh Rain : Shower again

A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "  

Showering in the rain, 
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming 
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God,  I wish my honey is here".

Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare  

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In the Meadow

The shadow on the crystal lake water Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure She’s a charmer, people want to see her For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies Tenderly she brings water to her face No part of her body is out of place Droplets drip down her face and to her heart Allowing those around to see beauty Her presence is very cute to impart No one can deny her inner psyche Sadly she will never stay at this age I’ll always love my girl, at any stage
Russell Sivey Entered into Dana'lynn Smith's "In The Meadow" contest 4/18/2013

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Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2


This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of  8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village by his loving playfulness.  Gokul is the place where the
divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda about 5000 years back.  

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  1/2

When the golden rays of Sun peeped,
From behind the hanging dark clouds,
My mind bloomed touching the rays,
As flowers bloom seeing the Sunshine,

O my friend, I came to Punghat*,
To collect water from the   river,
And was about   to dip and fill it,  
In my empty earthen, Gagariya*,

Suddenly   Krishna,*    appeared   there, 
From where,   I do not know,      Sakhi*,
My Gagariaya*,  slipped from my hand,
Even my Chunariaya* also drifted away,

Now, how to go home tell me, my friend,
Without,         the water pot and     water,
From where,     I can get my Chunariaya*,
To cover myself,       before I reach home.

Such  is the magic of Krishna &  his  flute,
They enchants our  mind & heart,    Sakhi,
O, even  I hear,     the melodies of his flute,
When he is nowhere, around me, O Sakhi,

You   also   feel,         as   I  feel,  for  our  dear  Krishna,
Suffering as I suffer, still smiling in our hearts my friend,
Does the melodies,                of his ever enchanting flute,
Lives in your mind and heart,   like me,              O, Sakhi.

Kanpur   India    23 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] 
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend

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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?

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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

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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)

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Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.

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My Sidewalk

My sidewalk exclaims Off its own wet surface The lights do reflect beyond its water As if the stars carry its empty planets Holding ice within Its own reflection Red the light keeps the human condition Allows me to stop the confusion outside Rain does illuminate Brings glorious high The universe doesn’t understand complexity Of the reflection of light off the sidewalk Calm presents itself Reality reigns The stars above don’t comprehend us And our delight at such simple things First hand innocence The light rebounds up The sky infiltrates the heaven’s ideals Softly the pallets carry hope throughout Nothing has a light Like stars that illumine Onto my sidewalk Russell Sivey

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The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so

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Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!

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The River So Calm

The river is so calm, flows with such great ease It does move, but only when there is a breeze I feel like taking a dip in the water But most people would wonder what’s the matter It seemed like a good idea for Sunday Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way I’m a little crazy, but not that insane I sure would not do something quite this inane The water still looks pristine and beautiful I still put my toes in the water, prideful It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real Someday soon I will go for a swim in here When it is warmer, the best time of the year
Russell Sivey

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The Moon and the Sea

The moon and the sea Water crashes on the shore Shines in from the moon Where waves come rushing on me Opens world of the ocean
Russell Sivey

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My Drunken Pen

Oh,no!not again,my book is in a mess.vomits of inks all over my notes.
My pen is drunk again.Stench!,stench of vomits everywhere.As it wobbles
from line one to line four...No!no matter what I must finish this piece,so
that I can have peace.I`m writing a Sedoka to  a wonderful damsel and....
the ground is spinning,I`m feeling very dizzy; Hiccups.....hic...cups this is 
frustrating,oh! it`s not me,it`s my pen....then I travel to the world of 
extreme bliss where I`m married to a princess in a golden castle....
with plenty cattle...the sky is blue as the flowers bloom and the stars
 are  sparkling;Oh,yes!I`ve been here before~the apex of glory...
cool cosy water fall touching my head....De ja vu ~~de ja vu....inks
dripping on my feet...Ha!my pen~~I jerk back to life....thick inks flow
out of my drunken pen forming a sea of water on my notes.Oh!smell
of whisky fills the Sedoka is ruin.Ha!my princess in the Ca..
cas..tle..;Wha..t  an illusion..Staggering..waggling...rambling, my pen
moves along.........

written by
Arowolo Olusegun.

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The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;

Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;

The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;

As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;

All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;

They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;

And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;

And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;

The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;

Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;

Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;

So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;

Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;

And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;

And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;

While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;

On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;

Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;

While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.

 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;

And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;

Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;

And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;

And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;

The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;

While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;

And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;

The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;

While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;

Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;

The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;

In the newly born rainy sunlight.


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;

And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;

The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;

And day and night this gale roars.


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;

And the life of these trees is put up at stake;

Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;

And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.

The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;

Rainy calamities take its place;

Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;

“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;

But destiny will always play a hand;

What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;

And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;

And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;

Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;

Of normal life, however boring or glum.


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;

And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;

It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;

So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;

So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;

It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;

Which will help you succeed by-and-by.


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;

And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;

So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;

Or due to failure remain depression bound.


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;

For we need all types of experience to make us grow;

Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;

But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…

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One Drop - Prose

These forgotten badlands are arid and parched. It’s felt the blistering, desert hot winds.
Turbulent gritty sand storms have crossed these lands. What was once lively, thriving is 
now only a desolate, thirsty terrain. After being drought-ridden for so long, the ground is 
hard, unyielding even to the smallest root.  Even vultures have stopped flying overhead 
for how can something die if everything is already dead?Day after desiccated day, the sun 
beams down, relentless. Although the night is somewhat welcoming, it is still so thick and 
humid that it doesn’t provide much comfort. But there’s a scent in the air….something 
somewhat familiar but from ages ago. There’s a change in the atmosphere…and an eerie 
silence that stretches for miles, like time has stood still. Splat! There…a scattered, dark 
circle on the ground…disappearing almost instantly. Suddenly, the scorching sky breaks 
open. Rain…cool, wet liquid…it does exist. Looking across the horizon, you can see it. Like 
a silky veil draping over the lands in a steady, fluid motion. There is no other sound 
around…just the sound of this drumming rain landing, making everything it touches glisten 
and gleam like diamonds. Giving drink to a once thought unquenchable territory, it opens 
up wide and soaks it all in. The water running, dripping into the trenches that were only 
once small cracks…..reaching depths unknown to bring forth life of what was once dead. If 
there were such a smell as years of dehydration and depravity finally receiving 
sustenance, this smell would be it. Such a beauty to behold…so much water that it stands
in pools until this hardened ground can learn what it’s like to soften in order to accept it. 
It’s everywhere, can you see it? Abundant, unwavering water. Everything has been so 
barren, you can see for miles…but…wait..what’s this? Something so small that you would 
almost miss it. Emerald green, a majestic inch…a sprout….a sprout of hope….a sprout of 

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Waterfall Trickles

waterfall trickles thawing ice releases drops.. moss 'pon rocks turns green The frozen giant towers Great mighty melting water waterfall's moisture seeps as spring awakes nature... deer sups deep from stream rain from mountain top turns to mist as it comes down.. rainbow in my eyes The bridal veil waterfall Seen through Azaleas' blossoms The morning day scents Come blooming into my life Melting waterfall
Russell Sivey & Sara Kendrick This is a collaboration between Sara and myself. She did lines 1,3,5 I did lines 2,4,6

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like diamonds

two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water


watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.

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The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

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In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see

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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…

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 


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


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… 


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

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Some Limericks...

She’s out there chasing a cricket

Through bush, through shrub & through thicket

Together they hop

Fugitive, cop

But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!

A cat whose vet took his eye

Just cannot quite understand why

His eye’s been enucleated,

3-D vision reduciated,

So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye

Ya gotta keep limericks loose

Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss

They’re structured, it’s true,

But they’re also a zoo

Whose tenants are all on the loose!

I frolic in fountains of words

Overflowing with serious absurds

Each poem I write

Wakes up and takes flight

Joining angels and faeries and birds

You ask that we write a good limerick

How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick

So I struggle and frown

Teaching  poems to clown

So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick

A cat with a mouth full of mouse

Brought her feast right into my house

She played with her food

Who was not in the mood

To be a banquet of mouse in the house

The nightmares that shadow my sleep

Stampede the proverbial sheep

Right out of my mind

When I try to unwind

I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep

In her search for original truth

She met people unsavory and couth

She knitted and purled

But only unfurled

Yarns told by new age and old youth

Cat, suddenly pink,

Drinks her water from out of the sink

She looks so absurd

Since she’s been de-furred

I really don’t know what to think!

If one and one is two and two is four,

And there’s only two ways to go through  a door,

Then, is earth up or down?

And, where is down town?

These are questions we need to explore!

A was that is an is

Tried to mind my biz

But I sent it packing,

Its presence was lacking

And I don’t have time for such shiz!

A couple who lived in Los Lunas

Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness

They’d stare at the air,

Over here, over there

And rejoice at the feeling of newness

A cat with a very fat gut

Found it easier to walk on his butt

He’d drag it around

Across carpet and ground

And use it to slam the doors shut

Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter,

“There’s something I think that you oughta

Do before we get old

To protect us from cold –

You oughta make the hot water hotter!”

The ghosts who live up in my attic

Make noises that sound much like static

I’ve tried to send them away,

But they’re here to stay,

Those staticky ghosts in my attic

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Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; look around, checking.
Struggling to keep the pace. . . you're movements, fluctuating; you panic, you try floating.
Screaming for help. . .  no one is around, you wish for a miracle; you're wheezing, yelp not helping.
Giving, no one is reaching. . . the waves starting to bring you down; you fight, your Will diminishing.
Vanishing. . . your light dimming; They look from afar, will they notice you're drowning?

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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 | Free verse | |

I remember when it rained

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That the rain would
While we were sleeping
rain through the porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained 
When I was still a young boy 
That the water would 
While my grandmother
Was trying to prepare supper
flood the fire place
and put the fire off
And we would go to sleep hungry

I remember when it rained
Back in the days 
That all our food, 
All our clothes
Would be subjected 
To coffee colored stains
Of water dripping through
The porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That we could not sleep
We could not have food
to fill our hunger
We could not have
Dry clothes to put on 
And I did not like the rain 

Details | Ballad | |


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.

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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.


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Left Alone

I am Canine lupus familiaris
Known as dog
Man’s best friend
Someone to fetch 
Someone to catch with
Someone to walk 
Since I cannot speak
I watch and listen 
I also watch my master drink sour water from cans
As he and his friends laugh
Their shrill laughter becoming louder and louder
Their voices hurting my ears until I leave the room.

One week master was excited
The phone rang constantly 
A jarring message
A three day weekend
More sour water
More loud noise
Then suddenly I was left alone
Quickly and firmly
The door closed to me
At first I was glad for the silence
My eyes grew accustomed to the dark
Hungry, I searched the house
Found food and some water
I could smell the bags of dog food in the pantry
But it was no use
I couldn’t unlock the door
But I was brave
I didn’t panic
I made do with what I had
I conserved what little food was left in my doggie bowl
I drank water only when needed
I pooped in the bathroom
Like my Master always did
But it wasn’t enough
By the third day the water was gone
The doggie bowl empty.

When the door opened three days later
Master walked in
Sour water on his breathe
Short angry hissing words escaped his lips
When he found me
Alone and hungry
Rubbing his face
More short words followed
Anger directed at himself for neglecting me
Then he hugged me
Suddenly there was water
There was food
Looking up at him
My eyes told him
My father was the Wolf
From the frozen North
My mother the She Wolf
Who ruled the forest
And guarded the wolf dens
I came from strong genes
I learned how to survive.

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Whispers of an African River - Mana Pools National Park

Ripples of blue and silver dance
impala males jump and prance
In a land where imagination roams to and fro
and the waters of old eb and flows

Dust holds memories from near and far
The sky, escarpment, and water beat out a rhythm of 
The dreams of many, the thoughts of a few,


Deep is the current and long is the stride of Him who taught you as a child O ZAMBEZI,
where your banks and streams will go. 
Were you there at the beginning?
To see His plan, hear His words, savor His counsel.
Take heed to give life as He has given you so much life.

The sound of life echoes long and hard through this valley below the falls and the open sea.
Elephants, hippos, and lions create and compose an elegant cacophony.
Animals play on the banks,Birds dance on the wind. 

The escapement sits and watches. Ever still, but never stagnate
Mana Pools, place of meaning. Where water parted mountains a mellinia ago.
Escarpments looking north and south, watching, waiting, guarding.

Life here moves at leisure, no race. 
The life of hustle and bustle has no place.
In a way, even time and space seem pleasantly married together 

So whether you a travel from far or near, they meet you and greet you and treat you. 
Here on the flood plains.
Where a recollection of memories are locked away in the safe of sentimentally. 
To a feast of the soul, spirit, mind, and body. 
Where you can relax and let worry be forgotten. 

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Golden Treasure Chest

A soft stream bubbling down the courageous way Forming ice particles along its cold sides My reflection that is visible by day Withers by the flow which freezes there besides The trees on the banks secures the waterway Easy for the soil to measure thoughts today This picture in graciously placed at its best Where I have buried my golden treasure chest
Russell Sivey Contest: Treasure Chest...What's in yours? Have you found it yet?..etc... Sponsor: Anthony Slausen 7/19/2013

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A Healthy Body and Soul

Watching television can make some couch potatoes
Too much sitting down can be fatal

A little sleep a little slumber
Is not as cool as a cucumber

More dark green vegetables and fruit
More water, less juice

Will help the heart give disease
The boot

Exercise is always good

Walking ten minutes a day
Is probable in the “Burbs or the Hood”

Good health
Good life
More joy
Less strife

Giving all praise to
Jesus Christ

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Water, Water

‘Water’ seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we’re aware of.
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having some subsistence features.

Water may have been existent
in archaic ages distant
long before we tend to think—
even water that we drink.

Yet when in our galactic history
it was formed has been a mystery…

The researchers have debated
as to if it could be stated
that this liquid can be dated
back to when it’s been related
there was a disk of gas and dust
and molecules that were a must
for water that originated
when our ‘system’ was created
(namely, ‘solar’, where we’re fated)…

Or might it be more antiquated?!

Could we trace to outer space
the genesis that took place
of the water in our glass?
If indeed this came to pass,
it would open up new queries,
not to mention E.T. theories…

But that’s within the jurisdiction
of those who compose science fiction.

Many scientists have avowed
that from the Sun’s parental cloud
of interstellar dust and gas,
from which our star derived its mass,
water, well, to be precise,
water in the form of ice
was inherited there and then,
in that olden where and when… 

Some astronomers theorize
that what we may not realize
is up to half the H2O
within the oceans that we know
right here on Planet Earth could be,
yes, older than the Sun we see
illuminating from on high,
in daylight’s path across the sky,
our frets and frolics down below,
where heedlessly we come and go…

Water and life go hand in hand,
from briny deep to wooded land.

In the mariner’s rhyming tale,
all the winds at sea did fail,
and the sailors lives were lost—
the idle ship was merely tossed
as if on a painted ocean,
painted ship, devoid of motion.

There was water ‘every where’,
Coleridge says, except that there
was none to quench their parching thirst;
so the voyage seemed doubly cursed.

Water is such precious stuff!
Do we value it enough?

Oh, may there never come a time
(as in that famous rhyming rime)
when as to water here on Earth—
where mortals meet their death and birth—
we too will ever need to think
that there is not a drop to drink!

~  Harley White

< October 8, 2014 >

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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

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Water Flows Freely

                                              Eleven P.M.
                                Now twelve midnight, two A.M.
                                         Water flows freely

                                       Sleep eludes my eyes
                              Three A.M., four-thirty, augh, sigh
                                          Water flows freely

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Fogged Lights

I see the scene before me as it rains The roads are slick with water on the ground The reflection of the lights seems inane It is powerful to see this around The lights down below the heavenly sky Everybody that walks by all look down The scene that I see involves a buggy Looking ahead, the horse draws it along A reflection of these objects is high I wish to be in the rain, I belong I’m insane not to be out there running Playing in the dim lights, singing a song Even if I’m wet, there’s no regretting I would pet that horse on the street tonight I’m glad it’s night, for the sun is setting I see horse and buggy go in the night Beyond the sight of the fogged lights outside The street is all lit by the lovely lights Now the reflection is just slightly wide The water blends in nicely on the side
Russell Sivey

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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.

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Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.

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DR Masaru Emoto took water from the same source, divided it in two containers, one
container he labelled LOVE, the other HATE. He then froze both containers and put them
under a microscope. The container labelled LOVE formed the most beautiful crystals, the
one labelled HATE formed ugly dishevelled shapes. The same test has been repeated
countless times all over the world. When water has been exposed to loving kind thoughts,
beautiful pictures, music, such as Beethoven etc, it freezes in the most beautiful
crystals. Water, when exposed to thoughts of hatred, pictures, such as Adolf Hitler, heavy
metal music, have all tuned out ugly and dishevelled when frozen.

Water is the driving force of all nature, if the world, you, and me, are made up of 70% to
90% water, and our thoughts shape water, how are your thoughts shaping you? .





Trickling down my window pane


I see magic, more than rain


Consciously or unconsciously, effecting our brain


Understanding water, life will never be the same


A conscious awareness, a memory to


It affects my thoughts, my life, and you


The world, you and I, are three quarters   water


It can change your life, your thoughts it alters


What you would find inconceivable


Scientific facts have proved believable


Water has an effect on whatever you’re thinking


It will take you high or leave you sinking


When you next drink water, think love and gratitude


Your life will change and so will your attitude


DR Masaru Emoto, his words are true


Look him up, I dare you!



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Morning Rain

Tears from the sky.
Pools reflection,
Looking at me.

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A globule of liquid is
dropped into this ocean,
Blending in, one with the water that is
chaotic, frothy, never still.
Moving along,  flowing along the waves
Shaken, being the shakee, watching the water move
Everything after all is a tumble of roiling emotions

Then the ocean stood still,
and there was only hmmm . . .

It turns out, this globule was a mistake...
It never belonged, never truly blended in.
An illusion, perhaps?
It had always been different.
In a word:
In every sense of the word.
Easily separated, filtered out.
Then tossed, swallowed
 by sand.
Vestiges of it erased,
like it never deserved to be there in the first place.


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They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.

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Rising Water

The fierce waves bash against the rustic dock Shows a painful side of this horrid beast Strong waves pound on the small worrisome rock All of these things bring out what I like least The surf is high and the waves crunch on down The fierce waves bash against the rustic dock True to its form it causes me to frown The water comes crashing in, there’s no mock Waves produce a feel like a Master Lock Never broken are the waves, born to flow The fierce waves bash against the rustic dock Not seeing the truth, I’m not in the know As the water rises fear sure does mount Time slips by as the waves move like a clock As I think about time, it sure does count The fierce waves bash against the rustic dock
Russell Sivey

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Walking Under Water

enchanting journey;
beauty on river's
feeds my soul

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Bridge Over Troubled Water

If at any time in your life
you feel the desire and the
need for someone to be
a source of comfort and a
friend in all situations

I'm always around for you
sailing on the waters of life
right through the darkest hour just
behind you in fair or foul weather

Like a log on the river banks I will be
a path across for you just like a
bridge stretched from bank to bank
over the raging turbulent river
troubled by the wind churning the
water into a mass of liquid fury

I am right there at your side and 
will always be there for you to
ease all of your burdens and
your fears and to comfort your
mind to peace and tranquillity

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Elemental Concerns (Revised)

Grassy plains and fields were blanketed by tar
Paved parking lots for vacant malls take their toll
Abuse of resources was taken too far
Ash spews from volcanoes, earthquakes on a roll

Brisk breezes bring relief; sultry, summer days
Be grateful as gentle gusts grace our land
When hurricane winds whip fiercely, homes are razed
An omen we’ve been chastised by nature’s hand

Fire provides comfort on chilly winter nights
But the explosion over Hiroshima
Demonstrates man’s abuse of the atom’s might
Keeping fire, emotions reigned, the dilemma

Water gave birth to our planet’s first life forms
Pollution, man-made disasters now rampant
Sea life endangered as ocean water warms
To preserve them, efforts must be diligent

Though elements withstand ravages of time
Diminishing resources reflect man’s crimes

*For Barbara Gorelick's Earth, Wind, Fire and Water challenge

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Rippling stream's circle

Out here watching the water flow by.
Talking to the wind, waiting for a reply.
I don't know what it is about this stream I admire.
Like camping and gathering around watching the fire.

There is something about these inanimate objects.
It maybe the simplicity of beauty it reflects.
How it unconditionally  forms over all in its liquidity. 
It is the foundation of life being perfect in its ubiquity. 

Watching this stream, there is so much to learn and gain.
This water can teach you, watch, as it starts as rain.
High above in the clouds, then it falls to the top of the peak.
As it slowly drips to the bottom, it mixes in with a creek.

It flows in a small brook, then ends up in this stream, 
but it will one day rise up again to the clouds, as steam.
Like waters circle of life, we need to come together as one.
The lessons that we've learned here, have only just begun. 

***By: Chris Matt
***For Rippling stream contest by P.S Sweetheart 
***June 3, 2011

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Shallow Water

Waterfall seems to be the major sight Perfect view from where I stand over here Water is a teal blue, so beautiful And there is a white foam as not to scare Within the water are small fish around There are some great red ones and orange ones They flutter, not caring that you are there It makes me want to live here, it beckons The water is cool but not quite so cold Allowing me to just get in barefoot It flows nicely after the waterfall The sound is soothing, and is underfoot Being out with nature just feels so good A great beauty that I will always keep The colors of the stone is surely grey But other colors infuse during sleep
Russell Sivey

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If we are such a great civilization then 
why is there a lack of money ?

As we sit down and watch TV 
Others die starvation and poverty

as we drink clean water from a tap
Others drink dirty water thats slowly
killing there heart 

As we get up and go to the shop
Others walk seventy eight miles
and come back dead from the 
skin boiling heat

As we go to the fridge and there
is plenty of food 
Others kill precious animals in 
order to survive 

As we go to sleep in our comfortable
secure beds 
Others fear for there lives and most of the 
time the never wake up

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Fearless Journey

I’ve been following this dark shadow that looms over head
Dreaming of my dreams, afraid of living them instead

As the world keeps moving forward and I just watch from behind this wall
I grow tired of crossing my fingers and hoping someday that it might fall

I climb to the top and look to the deep sea below
I wonder if I can make it as far as the blue water flows

I hang on the edge gripping with bloody finger tips
And I close my eyes tightly as the blood slowly drips

The pain from the past can hold me here in this place
or I can let the current  move me forward with peace to replace

They say the only thing to fear is fear itself 
So why not take these dreams off this perpetual shelf?

I watch my life flash as I dare to take the plunge down
and take a deep breath saving air in case I drown

But as I hit the water I feel exhilaration through my soul
and somehow now I know, fear will never win control

I vow to live this life and chase my dreams across the sky
and live forever moving forward and never asking why

These walls I’ve let crumble are now just pebbles made of stone
and fear no longer a passenger on  this journey of my own

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Not Your Fight

Dragging, lagging down this road,
Many things I was never told,
Stumble, tumble to the ground,
Looked up and saw no one was around,
Scraped and bruised... on both knees,
Begging for this disease to seize,
One more breath before I break,
When suddenly I realize You died for my sake,

When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
 Speaking out “this is not your fight”
“ I died to fill your life with might”

Holes in souls are hard to bare,
Especially when your scars are there,
Hearts that plead to overflow,
Sometimes bleed and cannot let go,
But through the madness and through the times,
There is only one name that comes to my mind,
Nails that sacrificed for our greater good,
Can relate to my deaths even if He was misunderstood,

When I can’t seem to find the words to say,
To cancel out these feelings of dismay,
When all I’ve seen was equivalent to shame,
And tornados wipe right through the pain,
When water washes the frailty and dishonor,
And most thought I was just a goner,
Your whispers penetrate my night,
Speaking out “this is not your fight”
This is not your fight,
This is not your fight.

Sabina Nicole

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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.

written: 7-29-12

Details | I do not know? | |

The Second Coming of God

The good book does call for the second coming
Beyond the gates he does show his face cunning
The drip of the water that beads on his head
Holy water from the veins of the dead
Dark is he with ears pronounced
To hear the fall of those announced
His beaded nose to smell the fear
As he lines his pockets with your soul so near
Your children will fall for his precious spell
As he whistled with glee steering boats to hell
His empire will rise like the 4th Reich fuels
As his moustache no longer is needed to rule 
Instead he is kind or at least he seems
As the leader of evil will make your child scream
He will deceive as you enter his land of kind
As you sell your soul to relieve your mind
Today is the day the second coming comes true
Today you will kneel to a rodent so cruel
As you slip your dual ears to look like him
Say you holy rosaries and submit your kin
Put your white gloves on to cover your black
For Mickey Mouse is your God and the ruler of tact

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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.

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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Everyone called him Great
The Kind soaked with pride
He blew his own trumpet
Was he the God’s own child!
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
Darkness never mattered for him
Beautiful women lighted his nights
No opponents to challenge him
He took delight at his might
‘Who is the wisest of you all?’
He made the wise men fight
Rewarded the chosen ones
The rest fled out of sight
The king strode over a desert once
The Sandstorms put him in a bind
Thirst overcomes him, no water at sight
His soldiers flee, left him behind
No drop of water around
The king went wild
Like an oasis, he saw a lone old man
Walking afar, nothing to hide
The Kind appealed to show the way
Promised to give back anything in kind
The old man asked for his kingdom
The angry King made him blind
The old man laughed at him
Ego made the King blind
Rains lashed over his dead body
The soul was back in humankind

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Water's long journey

 Interesting to learn that all the water on earth is all the water the earth has ever had.
That it takes thousands of years for water to complete its long journey.
It rises from the sea and lakes and ponds and rivers and puddles at the beckoning of the 
sun at the beginning of each day as morning mist.

 Many trillions of water molecules rising and uniting to form the clouds we see floating 
above us like so many strange air ships  in every shape and size beautiful and majestic 
in the sun light.
Some of the heaver clouds touch the mountain tops tearing open like the titanic hitting 
the ice burg only quietly and gently depositing cool refreshment for all that live below 
while still other ships of mist sail away on a sea of air hopefully to replenish some 
parched parcel of earth with the wet life giving bounty stored in their holds.
Still the other Man of War clouds heavy and black are moving fast with seemingly willful 
recklessness  and they crash and storm and deluge the already water laden land below 
bloating and roiling it to destruction.

When at last down into the earth the journey continues geologically slowly now as the 
water is filtered clean and once again travels on to the rivers then on to the lakes and 
seas a journey of several millennia repeating again and again refreshing all life on earth. 

The same water that has flowed over the world’s most majestic falls for eons of time.
The same water the dinosaurs drank.  The same water the giant trees drank up even 
before the dinosaurs.  The same water our first ancestors drank. 
Consider too that most of our body weight is water.  Apparently we are not as young as 
we may think.  

Drink up and enjoy that glass of whisky or wine or beer or coffee or milk or juice or just 
plain water secure in the knowledge that we truly are of the same stuff as the ancients. 

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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.
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.
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?????
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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for lost in the day and the sounds of the sun
with hands in the air and feelings undone
as life in the sands and the pouring of fear
of love and of death, it fails with a cheer

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Indispensable Essence, 2


Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
        As life cannot continue without breath,
        a rainless land may gather only death.

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Curtain of brown dusk
Could not hide your pleasant silhouette
From my sight.

Memories of a day
Being shared between evening clouds.
A moment still hanging-
With a last wish of a spring leaf.
Wild wind playing flute
As stuck up in a drey.
Gloaming listens drifting bird’s swan-song,
‘ecstasy of living is joy enough.’


Abyss within
Rain composes a rondeau
‘I enliven grey soil.’

A poem by goutam hazra

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                                                                   Water In My Eyes

It’s hard to take off, when you’re left grounded.  Something lost I can’t find it.
 I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                               “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes 
Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown.
Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I’m stuck on the ground is what I realized.
I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                                “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it’s time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can’t see my way anymore, I need a guide

                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”

Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye.
 Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it’s meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you’re looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you.

Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight.
Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It’s nice to see through all life’s seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size.

                                                      “Hard to see with water in your eyes”
                                                                                 By Paul J Williams Sr

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Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form
Choosing a sight beset by storms
A town abandoned by its youth
Decaying resentment for any truth

I walk recounting every deed
Tracing my steps beyond the trees
A child hiding underground
Trying to talk, but lacking sound

His presence pulling at my chords
Anger within as I relate the law
The silent child turns to walk
As lights flicker out, beneath the rock

Waking to water at my knees
Sadness to see my town besieged
All life is taken by this storm
The law of the lonely has taken form

Stricken by pain beyond my time
Holding the laws to calm my mind
Recounting how this could have been
The closer I look, the more I scream

The law of blame now taking form
Finding the cause of this deadly storm
The quiet child takes my hand
A breath of water for this dying man

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Over the Wall

I move slowly to the edge of the boat
Holding on, trying to maintain balance
against the waves and weight of equipment
A final check in preparation for the dive
I close my eyes and step off the boat into 
the Tongue of the Ocean

I hit the water and sink below the silvery surface 
Crystal bubbles everywhere 
I am in a different world – of
muted sounds
filtered light
blue washed colors
fluid liquid environment

The sounds of bubbles dissipate 
replaced by the eerie sound of my own breathing
Collecting myself, I find my equilibrium 
and slowly begin my descent
head first, aware of the weightlessness of my equipment
and how easily I move

I can see the bottom below me,
gradually sloping towards the edge of the wall
where it drops drops drops 6000 feet to the ocean floor

I swim steadily towards the Edge – 
peripherally aware that the bottom is teaming with life 
motion and sound –
And Over …. The Wall

The bottom falls away
I am gliding, gently sinking past an ancient subterranean wall,
filled with crusty life of faded orange and yellow hues
tinted blue by the depths
Glimpses of hidden caverns and craggy ledges

Overcome with awe at the seemingly endless precipice
I turn away from the Wall and I am engulfed by….
the fathomless marine Void
Nothing else exists
Time is suspended
Fluid Cerulean Space

One moment, infinite and translucent,
The next, dense and opaque 

Slowly I separate myself….
my awareness of self and my senses returning 
Dazed by the depth and the magnificent
Peace of the indigo abyss
I swim to a ledge on the wall

Once again I am aware of my breathing and the passage of time
Checking my watch I begin my ascent, amazed that only 
six minutes has passed since I left the surface

No longer do I feel my weightlessness as I laboriously swim up 
The Wall that had been so easily and effortlessly descended
Looking towards the surface, through the rising silver bubbles
I see the rays of sunlight streaming through the water trying to 
penetrate the blue with light and color

As I near the surface I glance at the bottom – so
distant from my high vantage point 
My gaze sweeps over to the Edge of the Wall and
the Blue Void …. Beyond
For a brief moment I recapture the feeling of Oneness
that overwhelmed me in the depths
I climb onto the boat filled with a serene sense of well being,
aware that, deep inside, a Fluid Space exists within. 

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Impressions of Grace

The sky shines brightly as that on her face There’s many colors that are formed within This sight sure impresses me of its grace The reflection shows off what is open There’s gorgeous light from up in the Heavens There’s many colors that are formed within There are small specks of light, the stars of when A formed beauty only shown just at night There’s gorgeous light from up in the Heavens The stars, though not reflected, are still light I feel in awe with the sight of the scene A formed beauty only shown just at night The atmosphere is calm as in between The Heavens and the Earth align tonight I feel in awe with the sight of the scene I touch the lake thus to ripple a sight The sky shines brightly as that on her face The Heavens and the Earth align tonight This sight sure impresses me of its grace
Russell Sivey Contest: Heaven Sent poems / poems of "Grace" old/new Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 5/10/2013

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              Gathering four elements of life  sustaining the earth,

                    People keep on killing our natural resources,

              Start planting trees to balance the flow of ecosystem.

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The Ocean that Floats and Sinks

Life is like an ocean
And a dreamer is like the ship that floats on it
Dreams are built out of lack and limitations
Such are the salty waters on which you must float

Ocean water is too salty to drink
Yet on it the boat floats best
Your dreams are like fresh water
...with the potential to quench your thirst and satisfy your heart
So as a dreamer you need not drink the salty water
....that is the society’s opinions

The same ocean that floats a mighty boat known to drown many more
But a boat only drowns when the ocean water leaks into it
You are like a boat
...surrounded by the endless stretch of ocean called SOCIETY
On this ocean you should float
...but if you allow this ocean’s water to slowly leak into the boat of your dreams
	...the world is sure to mourn the loss of yet another fine boat

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Late Nights

Late nights
I walk alone...
In a park
an ocean of water fountains.
A floodlight switched on:
It was the heart of my future
fugitive through waters...
The water laughs glittering in light...
I'm heading towards the precipice,
with hurried steps,
with eyes shut tightly.
For a second the floodlight turned off.
...and I...

written at 15, translated now

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Stream to Signature Pool

The stream meanders down the rocks where I Look upwards and hope that surely the sky Creates the shade for the water to view Along the sides of the bank is more blue Where the center to the stream turns all white And frothy where the stone juts out despite Finally the stream leads to a grand pool Where fish reside, I act not like a fool By the algae gets eaten from below The sides of gorgeous rocks that we don’t know Where the life comes from all real compassion Great sign of a foreign crafted passion Heart of gold, the middle of the forest Is surely this scene of prime non-disgust Where this signature warm place pleads to me Of coming power unlike any plea
Russell Sivey Contest: Let's be Open Sponsor: SuZ - D 6/21/2013

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Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of  water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD.....   WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN..... 

BY: Elliott Bowe

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Finding a Spring Hill in the Desert

Sometimes we see our whole life
in a desert photograph all purple
tinted and unshaded from the scorching
sun.  There is no water in those dry
hills to quench a thirst unsatisfied.

Yet we wander in futility searching for
a spring which runs there with cooling
water.  We could bath in it and pipe it
down to water a garden of cantelopes
and grapes.  Water is the lifeblood of

the land, and desert is the antithesis 
of the sea.  No prudent man would swallow
the briney sea.  He would float on
it, buoyed up by hopes of perfection
which grasping he cannot reach.  The

ship of body sails fervently on that sea
and seeks a port to dock.  Finding only 
a calm harbor on a desert island the sailor
struggles ashore and plants his flag of
Buddhist prayers.  The prayers fly to

higher skies and reach the ears of his
dharma.  His path is more golden than 
he knew when he set sail that hopeful
morning.  All friends were at the dock
waving then.  He knew he would never

return the same.  Now, in looking back
I walked where the words led me, but I 
did not board that ship.  I stumbled and
I lurched but yet I fell in a forward
motion. A canteen was on my hip and 

filled with coolness from the spring-hill 
in the desert where only cactus blooms 
and lizards hide from the midday sun, 
waiting for the season of rain. Reaching
beach, I waded out into the salty sea.

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Us folks out here 'round Coalstoun Lakes we like to till the ground, 
but when it comes to water ... well .. the prospects are not sound. 
Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not, you live in hope each day, 
then hallelujah ... from nowhere ... a prophet came our way. 
"I've had a vision folks" Dean said, "brown water 'gainst a wall 
and in your district too at that, it's bound to help you all. 
A land of milk and honey folks is what you all will see 
and soon you'll live in paradise as happy as can be." 
For prophecies to come to light, you have to wait your turn, 
perhaps a year, or maybe two, that's something we would learn. 
Now folks 'round here are patient like and wouldn’t mind the wait, 
but Dean the paradise you saw was miles from here old mate. 

While heading off on tour in April, we had problems with tyres near Coalstoun Lakes, 
between Biggenden and Ban Ban Springs.  We called in at a property where we met Debbie 
Bird, who kindly let Chris stay with her while I went into Biggenden to replace the 
damaged tyres.  In December Debbie rang to say they were having a function where Dean 
Collins, who works for the Department of Natural Resources, would be present. He had 
worked in the Coalstoun Lakes area for some time apparently and had became well known 
to the locals as he pursued the idea of putting a dam in the area which would benefit 
folk on the land.  Sadly, a dam was to be built and would be named Paradise dam, but not 
anywhere near where it would help the Coalstoun Lakes folk.  Debbie asked me if I'd pen a 
few lines to use on the night, as a bit of a send up.     

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Breaking the ice

Mountain tops ice melts
trickles flow to form rivers
life springs all around

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Nature And Noodle - Haiku

     Nature And Noodle - Haiku

Noodles steam in lake
Roll over water falls cooked
Rocks taste soup flavor 

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the storm

Thunderous bang
Blinding flash of lightning
A loud clap
The crack of a whip on air
The storm raged on
The endless shower of the heavens
Continued to pour in a furious gush
With a staccato matched by no other
Droplets of water merged to form bombs
That dispelled the rhythm of sleep 
The rain ceased to sooth
As its arrival on the tin roofs
Sounded in disturbing fashion
All sound silenced by the shimmering and hissing
The heavens continued to spit on the earth

Dust turned into mud
Streaks of puddles formed
United they raced in a furor in tune to the laws of gravity
The parched earth sucked the running water
Choked and spat out the trapped air
But the water was not to be outdone
As it rushed in a melee far from the earths surface
Into choreographed gutters, trenches and reservoirs

The rain droned on
The deepest slumbers awakened
This was not a rain like any other
The roof cracks began to pour in water not droplets
Widened and rendered the roof useless
Inhabitants were drenched within four vertical walls
The wind arrived with a loud whistle
And the loud protest of roofing sheets
As they were ripped of with extreme violence
They were tossed like  leaves 
Until they were suddenly dropped lifeless several meters away

The wind cracked windows
Sucked out trees from the embrace of the earth
The planted crop was carried upright and life less 
On a ride of its life
To be dropped as if in disgust far from the field
Those that remained in the ploughed land
Lay flat heads and body battered to submission by the pelting rain

Then like the end of the tango
The rain slowed down with contrasting grace
With extreme haste after laying to waste
Everything all had worked for

The silence of the night returned
With all things tongue tied 
The morning arrived after eternity
The pale rays of dawn
Revealing the gruesome sight to all and sundry
The sorrowful disarray
Of abandoned life forms and possessions
Then far from beyond the mountain
The thunder rumbled as if in satisfaction
Of the immense destruction and impending starvation and doom

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Is not so

Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west?
Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire?
Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts?
Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot?
Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline?
Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred?
If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can’t have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong! 

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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
In the exultation of a breath
Let go.

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The Storm

As the tide comes in,
As the wind begins to blow,
As the world watches on,
The fires begin to grow.
As the homes begin to sink,
As the roads begin to drown,
As the water begins to rise,
In the long island sound.
As the power begins to fade,
As the lights go out,
As the people tremble with fear,
The wind begins to shout.
As the trees settle on the ground,
As night becomes day,
As the water begins to recede,
In the New Jersey bay.
As the people return home,
As the friendships be reborn,
As they held each other tight,
They survived the storm.

Dedicated to the many of super storm Sandy.

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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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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

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Unto a River

Some say life is a road, a drive,
with bumps along the way and endless turns.
Much as I try, the best image I can contrive
is, instead, of a river that boils and churns.

At times it's a gentle creek, bubbling along;
smoothly you float in it, forgotten by misery.
Then come slight changes in the river's serene song,
eddies in the stream - of happiness barely rescissory.

These eddies change little but the feel,
the touch and taste of the water below;
of this boat on this river you try to take the wheel,
but you can only ride and watch, never control the flow.

On occasion it floods, overflowing its banks -
sending you down the current, tossing you over the side.
This is when you find it tough to give thanks,
toilsome not to surrender to hardship, to the crushing tide.

It will not hesitate to drag you under,
drown you and smother you if you are unwary.
Yet, it is not all fire and brimstone, lightning and thunder -
its rampages accidental, it doesn't mean to harry.

Sometimes a partner joins you in the drift,
and together of bliss you both hold a sliver.
Life will give all, and throw all into the rift;
'tis the springs and the falls - forever unto a river.

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                         by: Earl Schumacker   

Rolling the distant down
More wet than dawn allowed
With sounds of water echoes
Through the crying falls
To the core
Disturbed Cascadia my love
Pours on in distillation
Crystal jungles hide in wait 
Never really take shape
Rocks seem to jump at the opportunity for life
Through the river’s moving mouth
Which laughs Cascadia over and over steep cliffs
Under current and bridge
With the silent thought of distance covered
In blankets of foam and will
Rolling endlessly down
By the fall that never touched  
As I touched and felt
Cascadia at her fall

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She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife

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Sea Fall Of Fantasy

Sea water desire...
I bathe beneath this brilliant blue   
Depths swirl in indigo and sky
Mystery within the deep
   the fall like tiny rivers....
flowing from my sun warmed cheeks
       I live inside this fantasy
where warm is eternal
        and gray shows no face
       Water fall....
Rivulets drip down my face....
If you were here

Silent save the gushing 
of liquid traipsing
 over rocks and me  

To hold this in my palm
I long for the eternal
    to touch forever.....

Intangible dreams.....

The wine taste of red
The sweet sour of alone...

Connected within
          by mighty forces.....

I feel it fall
upon a heart that aches.....

swept up in currents of yesterday

Just another lie....
          they bleed me dry

I return here
        to hide
              to surrender
                     to believe.....
Upon a thalassic fall of relief

Here I am protected

Inside this pure crystal fall
is whom I truly am....

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Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

Two images?  Chirp!
Sparrow looks, hits mirror lake
Lake answers with, “splash!”

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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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beauty that kills

i see an ocean wave crashing with no mercy
destroying everything in its path
i see an ocean wave killing other people
swallowing their houses and their life
all of what they worked for 
is now gone,
nobody can save what under the water now
this one wave took everything
killed all of their dreams and hopes
but still it did it so gracefully
that it made me hope
it made me think of flowers
in an open field
flowers so colorful
that even when their asleep
they take your breath away
from the beauty they unleash
a beauty so disastrous
that it kills everything in their path?!!
wow, this beauty's like a curse on earth
it serves as well
but at the same time it kills are hearts
the hearts of people filled with dreams
well, none of that matters now
because their dead and so is their dream
some may have thought of college
after a four year high school degree
they all had hopes just like you and i
well now they dont even have a home 
to look out of the window on a long dreadful night
but those who made it out alive 
they can still dream 
in fact they can make it happen
build a knew hope far away from the water far away from the light
they may even escape the cold dreadful nights
but its useless because even in the desert will they live
a hurricane will start the grief again
so you keep building, keep achieving
going nowhere with your life 
just remember you can never run enough
to hide from the wrath of God

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The Waters Flowing

The waters rushing powerfully along
we watch its force so great
blinding us to its full effect
carrying such an awesome weight

At other times it's so peaceful
so it looks to the human eye
but that can be deceiving
within it's depth it will not die

Being brought up in the countryside
the river flowed behind the backyard
always and continually never stopping
it was there always at your guard

Where does it flow to?
one is tempted to ask
to some large ocean somewhere
fulfilling another greater task

So be thankful for our rivers
continually flowing to meet our need
but still always very dangerous
can instantly capture a life so take heed

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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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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, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

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Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-

Gooder, bursting across

The local track.  Kids bored silly

Outside the school, sneer as

She slips past.  The brassy broad clings

In the wind to her hat,

As shoulder straps preclude her sack

From sinking, she is an-

chored by her leather bag, the last

Treasure she can hold fast.

Since the rain washed away the mirth

Of the carnival day.

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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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The Swagman

The Swag-man
On the north side of the river 
The water tumbles silver slivers
The rocks just peeking out to form a rapid fall
The waters speeding over the top of the new born water fall

The south side of the river
The calm waters waiting there
The flows of silver slivers reflections are beyond compare.

The golden autumn leaves reflecting in the river
Australia summer is going to sleep but not yet time to shiver
The swagman packs his swag to find a winter bed
The tune of Waltzing Matilda perhaps dancing in his head
He heading out beyond the black stump
He’s not sure of where he’ll park his rump
He’ll travel where work can be found
And park himself till spring comes round.

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Deflated Raft 1 and 2

Deflated Raft 1 and 2 – Haiku

     Deflated Raft 1

air depleted, sigh
rubber flat, spinning chaos 
raft takes on water

     Deflated Raft 2

floats on cold water  
flat, under maelstroms great weight 
watch the raft turn, sink

Details | Narrative | |

The Duchess I Once Knew

She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in the afternoon light.
She nonchalantly chatters, telling me her stories...
                                as if they were ordinary tales
                                 which, of course, ..they are not.
Sailing across an ocean during dangerous wartime,
Living in exotic, but threatened tropics
A life of adventure, of hardship, of fear
Yet none of that revealed on her weathered face
 She smiles, cheeks rouged and eyes sparkling.

Inside the house, the counter is cluttered with dirty dishes
The floor is sticky, and dog hair floats in prisms of light
The old hound sleeps in the middle of the kitchen rug.
An older black lab is lapping up water from a brown dish
           dripping water from his sloppy face across the checkered floor.
Throughout the house, a lingering musky smell of well loved pets,
       and a stale, smokey odor of burnt toast from her attempt at breakfast.
Servants, cooks, gardeners, are now part of a long ago past.
The house is filled with dust covered, treasured belongings from yesterday.
  Piles of clutter everywhere.
       Junk mail, newspapers, dog treats,
                           documents and clippings
                                 prized antiques and artifacts

On shelves, and on the walls, are sepia-hued photographs
People of fame, others of family and friends...
I see my own family among them.

A handsome young man, and she, his bride.
He would become a General.
She would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Their life like a story that one would read in a novel.
I sit here now,...with this woman of many lives.
Sitting on her porch, she wears a tattered, splattered dress.
Today, she is a homespun, country widow.
An extraordinary woman, this grand Duchess,
          yet now who bears traits of Ma Kettle
She brought class, dignity, and a wealth of knowledge
           to our small country neighborhood,....... to my life.
Here we are, together, so far from the world she once knew.
We sit in the shade of her covered porch
A long haired, grey cat jumps into her lap.
Under the veil of a summer day
I pour her another cup of tea, and a little more for myself.
                                       Tea is served....I have much more to drink savor.

In memory of dear friends, most amazing people, who lived down our road ...      Aviation Pioneer

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Thirsty; life renewed
Quenched and saturated heart
Water flows, 
                     f l o w s,
                                     f  l      o         w            s

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Firie Gladiator's

Band of the courageous crew,
taming the raging beast within.

Firie gladiators, bestow,
Volunteering battalions,
to the frontlines of waring monsters.
The fire tamer’s rides,
upon their white chariots.

Dressed in golden amour,
to ward off dangerous claws.
Crowned with helmets of valour,
upon their heads.

Selfless acts of bravery,
putting their own lives,
on the line, for others.
Protecting what is not theirs,
before thinking of themselves.

Wielding their liquid swords,
the monster's forced to yield.
Strong brigades take a stand,
holding the monster at bay.

Their worth is more,
than they are paid!

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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…

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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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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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Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters

Swimming in cool blue waters so deep
rainbow fish , so pretty the stars weep
Oceans filled with great hope and pride
on celestial waves greatness takes a ride

Constellations shining brightly to see
lights glowing in the past and future be
A sign to speed life on it's merry way 
guiding our spirits into a future day

Neptune stands his mighty waters so well
holding back the monsters from deepest hell
Comets bring in the joy of desperate relief
washing away anguished pains of epic grief

In a bright galaxy so very far, far away
Seas of life exist, love and sweetly play

Robert J. Lindley, 07-12-2014

Sponsor Leonora Galinta 
Contest Name , Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign

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A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves

A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally

Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned

Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more

Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep

There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade 

Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches 

These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks

The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below

Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed 

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Mountain Fog

Down a mountain, from the highest point it flows Cloudy white it comes into view, blocking sight The fog delights in its grandness, where it shows Power of the ground cloud, coming during night The humidity is high bringing moisture Having droplets of water in the mixture It flows down the mountain to valley below Leaving its trail of water on the ground low
Russell Sivey

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Waterfall's Talk

Sitting on a small bank listening to the water crash.
Feeling the breeze carry a light mist to my face.
Here is where my best moments to relive and rehash.
There is something great about the simplicity of this place.

As I sit here and watch the glistening stream flow, 
I think, we drink from it, then we turn around and put up walls.
If we could be like the waterfall we would see and know, 
that we are one in the river and one again after the fall.

But we are the ones that we want to choose, 
never being one because we aren't the same.
You always want to play, but you never want to lose.
This lifeless water is more peaceful than us, its a shame.

This waterfall knows more about life than we do.
It stays together and is somehow always connected.
It shows us we can be one, even if I'm different than you.
Life comes from water and in there life is perfected.

One day it will all dry up from the heat from our sun,
we think we are so smart, but no one takes a stance.
The lessons that we've learned here have only just begun.
Now be like the water and give everyone a chance.  

***By Chris Matt***

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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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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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Gulf Blue Waters -- X X X

A spec, lazily floating upon : “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
And then there were two specs, entwined together Spot
Black hole, in the Beauty of  “ The Gulf Blue Water “ 
A spec to a SPOT ( it even sounds so much Stronger )
When two Spots meet : Meld : Creating an “ Epic Drop “
Yet to the East, West, South, North  Thousands of Drops
Mixing and matching; Defiling “ The Gulf  Blue Water “
Let’s flash : To the future of the shore: Where Oysters Dance
As the alarm of “ Destruction” sounds off in “ Lazy Blue Waters
To the land and marshes : Prepare for Doom : from the “ Black Gulf Waters “
A Tsunami of Hell’s Fury Designed by Mankind’s “ Ignorance of Nature “
Who’s here to help us “ Marshland Security “ ASPCA “, The Government??

          Inspired by " Team POETRYSOUP'S Contest "Gulf Oil Spill"

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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.

Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn

Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.


It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.

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Character Of A Boy

M.K. was character as boy more so as a man
His sister Mary Alice was away
Boy they would have fun this day great game plan
Stay hidden from mom no toting water today

Two weeks later momma from kitchen calls
M. K. fetch in water from the deep well
As he like Tazmanian Devil fireballs
Into the kitchen overcome by smell

Spies momma with a fine tooth comb_ combing
Mary Alice's long hair with kerosene
Immediately looks for brother; homing
In on him, white with fear tells of kitchen scene

His brother always cut all boys' dark hair
Begged his brother to skin his white head bald
Of course, when brother heard_lice_ chill up spine scare
Then they heard their mother from kitchen call

Monday school day after two hours of chores
M.K. into the classroom did sort of crawl
Hidden, teacher said hat off_ underscores
Off comes the hat, laughter a caterwaul

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Reflections Of The Lake

          Reflections Of The Lake

Mirrored by a morning light
Rendered thoughts upon the water
Service of the bank reflects the day as cast
I study the smooth dark structures beneath the surface
Suspecting they are lonely stones gathered
Or aligned against me in that order
They wave back in rippled joy
Lending comfort to my solemn void
And barren trees about me
Simply swaying to the breeze of nature’s way
Birds dip in their ablution to the shore
Calm voices below the surface 
Glimmering colors, shapes of gliding fish, lake voices to be sure
That signal, come closer for the warmth
It’s time for things to change in the glare of sun’s impressions 
Hypnotic on my eyes window to the soul  
I turn at lakes command 
And roll right in

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Growing Older

I am nothing but a raindrop Sliding down the path of life I feel in the beginning I was pure I was wholesome but as time went by I collected dirt I lost myself along the way And now I need only look back to see Parts of me that rubbed off On the world Sometimes I feel lost and afraid Feeling like the path I'm on is predetermined And perhaps that's exactly what life is Maybe we're all sliding down predicted paths To what will likely be similar ends It's not as if I'm the only raindrop on this path For there are millions of raindrops just like me Yet each raindrop tells a story In the pathway that it leaves behind And perhaps one day my story will be told Or maybe I'll fade insignificantly Yet all I can do is keep sliding down this path The fear of the unknown is always there And perhaps that's exactly what life is We're all fighting our own demons Hoping to defeat them before they defeat us And perhaps every raindrop loses part of who they are We only need to look back to see But what rubbed off someone else Has become a part of who we are I feel that maybe in the end I'll be pure again And I'll be whole with a lifetime of experiences While the dirt will be cleansed I am nothing but a raindrop Sliding down a windshield

Details | Verse | |

It Breathes

I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.

It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
 Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
 They are waiting for me to
Go.  But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.

You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings 
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life

As the tide comes and it goes.

By: Sabina Nicole

Details | I do not know? | |

The secret

As I sit here all alone
The sun hanging over the hill
And the lake with its water still
The sunlight's pride is in display
While the modest water has little to say
I see the sunlight touch the water's surface
Giving the water a glimmering face
I don't hear anything except murmuring
Of water and wind
What is this whispering?
A quiet talk that can go easily missing
In the noise inside your head
What a secret it is?
But I'm sorry I cannot tell
For a secret is a secret
And I'll take it with me to the grave
When I'm dead
Quite so loud when properly heard
And if not heard through sharp ears
It will go with the wind
To your heart unheard
And to your mind unsaid.

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Falling on earth, raindrops
Resound with nimble noise
And moisturizes those crops
With its damp aquatic voice.

Lightning astounds fiercer
Than the flashings of Sun.
It scatters hither and thither
As if it were a childish fun.

The roads mingles wastes
And sinks in watery flood.
People discard their castes
As water unify their blood.

Every heart feels something,
Moments of joy, expectation,
Some hearts hurt by a sting,
Some full of intense passion.

The River brims with water
And it combines with village
As if it were part of the river
While houses, trees submerge.

In some places water wedges
With tranquility of damp flow
Though murky furrows, sludges
Whilst tenor of longings glow.

The echoes of raindrops float
And load some eyes with tear,
Rouse some unconscious heart
With a sense of unknown fear.

Some think of coming future,
Some remember elapsed past,
Some identifying with Nature
Sense the season as their last.

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The day begins with a tiny speaker screaming at me I jolt from a disturbing dream (thankful) Trying to distinguish reality from fiction I collide with objects strategically placed throughout the house First flip of a switch brings blindness to my brain I am disoriented, but things come into focus Why am I in the clothes room? oh...I need to shower Onward I slumber through the house The shock from the water pelting my body begins to unerve me I start to relax, entering a familiar tranquil state Again JOLTING my body upright, preventing me nodding off in my new found solidarity I wait until the last drop of warm water is spent Apprehensively I throw open the shower curtain, lunging for a towel Crap! no towel No wonder I found myself in the clothes room

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Don't be a frog

Come little frogs the water is fine
Come in and relax for a little time

What's that you say the water is getting warm
Don't worry little frogs it will do you no harm

Oh little frog's its not that hot
It's the latest thing don't you want what others got

It is relaxing and therapeutic you see
Sink in don't fear be worry free

Soon you won't care about nothing at all
Your soul is mine I will cushion your fall

Sleep now frog's it all over now
Your flesh is all done and its time for chow

Ha Ha Ha Ha mmmmmmm

13 november 2012  6:33 AM

Details | I do not know? | |


My whole life, I've been in a tank.
There has always been water in it.
It filled the tank past my head.
But I had a life jacket. 
I could cope with the water.

There was no fear of drowning.
Until now. My life jacket has
been taken away, and I cannot swim.
The water is weighing down on me, 
pressing against me from all sides.

Details | Elegy | |

Jamaican Elegy For An Intellectual (Rex. R. Nettleford) Part III

He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation to Greathouse, dancing in gully and stream
             And if we dance again today, he choreographs nuance and fiber
             Still; this talented son, this bright native of the Martha Brae River.
             He is the twin soul of that Manley, our horizons in the sun
             And when at Mona, he taught me how to run with my ton.

O farewell, brother of my brother, mentor that from your distance shape
Me into a patriotic landscape where my children may build, farewell
Sweet intellect; and O may they bring our Mframadan like cloth to drape
Your rest. All your public life was nobly spent, farewell, Rex, farewell!
            Your footprints are bright, not castles in sand, from high hills shine
             The glory of your days. O Griot, go the bidding now of the Divine  
             O Blow the abeng now, beat the kumina drum, O village peel
             The bells of jubilee again. Aluta Continua, Rex, go take your seal! 

Mi mumma band her belly and bawl long time, yai water like rain
Hot like Clarendon springs, and the world like blue mountain mist
So cold, O emptiness, emptiness is such a dread, O such a pain
What shall we do with out hollowness now, and how shall we resist
            Again the shackles of injustice, O that there were Marley
            To sing this icon into the icon of memory, for all our history
            Is but words on a page until we can retrieve the past to right
            Today and make tomorrow bright again. He was that light.

O Kilmanjaro weep! O Timbuctu weep! O Meroe and kujo's clan
Weep for the death of man, a sterling man, a grandiose design
That met its worth in gold in deeds of him. All our life is like sand
Worn from the rock of being by tides and seasons, and no sign
            To tell where wind or water carry us, we are blown away
            The shadow of the sand is gone, but never cannot decay
            It is too immaterial, its presence is like his fragrance here
            Bill still O Niger, and you great Nile, I borrow you for a tear.

Details | I do not know? | |

Basins of my Downfall

cant believe the make believe 
and speak as it was spoken
forced to bite my tongue 
and break into the ocean
slipped off ledges filled with glass
and entangled in frustration
the water left its mark, and passed
and stole me from inflation
sinking down i begin to think of things i never knew
like why the grass is greener, and what if it was blue
the colors my eyes have seen could be different all the same
from yours or there's or anyone's, and those whose sights restrained
the smell of salt and scales, have filled me once again
and left me without thought of hope and breathing to begin
all life was lost, it was my past, distraught and always broken
to begin where i had once began, and strive towards the ocean
fought with sea and ship, with bays and freshwater shores
to end up sinking once again, in thoughts that could be yours
the hole inside my lungs collapse and fill me with the void
the water taking back its past, and culling me to shore
i rise and rise till all i see, is hidden in a dream
i wake to find the water soaked, into my shaky skin
burning lungs and boiling eyes, from pressures of the base
the things i see have taken shape, brought me into shame
the legs i flail, and arms i toss, have helped me once before
but all has changed, and all is lost, to the ocean floor.

-Christopher R. Pitts
Form: verse?
*was one of the first poems i wrote that made me want to keep writing. i still love reading it.*

Details | I do not know? | |

Assured to shore

Lord make my light shine,
illuminating Your glory
wich doesn't dwindle in the dark
and is the joy thats set before me.
In this lifes uncertain seas
be the wind set in my sail,
be my compass and my anchor,
for You love me without fail
so I know You'd never wreck me
on this course that You are mapping
or allow me to be plundered,
sunk ,or stranded without captain.

No! I shall not be afraid
wether tempest or high tide
for as sure as You are with me
joy and peace in me abide
so my faith is in Your guidance,
not a storm You cannot still.
So direct me with instruction
I choose Your purpose and Your will.

Even when cloud and dark cover
ever confident I'll be
my soul shall look to its lover
who will ever walk with me.

Details | Free verse | |

A Ride Down the Thousand Islands I

A kayak floats in lazy elegance
through the vastness of the Thousand Islands. 
Water drips off its paddle as it rises in the air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
The world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by at amazing speed
the kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner.
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
low enough to stand and reach out
pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization.
Paddling 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 vast serene painting of a world absorbs 
stress and with great speed throws it 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 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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Good to have realised
but I already did,
that friends and people
pass and go,
but still;
the water walks alone.

Magnificent you suddenly appreciate
but I already grovel,
at the foot of the Earth
at the foot of your being,
but still;
the water walks alone.

And I keep seeming to give
that you all own me.
Some snare in the rope,
but it is mine!
I want the echo's
to stand up hairs on your belly.
But still;
it's only boxed water.

My blood and love despise me.
and I never understood why
I am unforgivable.
Perhaps it's just nature.
Sanding away my skin
drinking in suffocation
drowning out...

Details | Free verse | |


I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
Almost entranced,
By their beauty

Details | Rhyme | |

Five Water Balloons

A man had five water balloons,
That he had kept as souvenirs.
He stored each one in its own box,
Where they’d survived for many years.

One box was made of platinum,
Studded with Rubies all around.
Inside it was lined with ermine,
That’s where the red balloon was found.

Another box was made of gold,
Studded with diamonds round about.
Within it was lined with velvet,
The yellow balloon’s box was stout.

A silver box held another,
And there were emeralds set therein.
The box had a satin lining,
And the green balloon dwelled within.

Then there was an ivory box,
Set with sapphires on every side.
It was lined with the finest silk,
The blue balloon was found inside.

And last there was a wooden box,
Its creator was quite adept.
Skillfully carved from knotty pine,
That’s where the pink balloon was kept.

So when you look at every box,
And the riches of which they boast,
Which of the five water balloons
Do you believe is worth the most?

And if you chose between the five,
Then you have made your choice too soon.
What do boxes have to do with
The worth of a water balloon?

Details | Personification | |

touching life

Watching the water so still and sound
With only a reflection of who we are now
Watching the clouds in the sky
Rolling fast as they say good by
Touch the flowers there smooth as silk
As the sun shines on them they start to wilt
Is this my life showing me how
Or can it be the world spinning around
If we touch the water we touch the clouds
Turning are life up side down
The sun is hot but it gives us life
Like the clouds when they touch the sky
I’ll just lay here watch and wonder why

Details | Free verse | |

She Was

	She was floating in warm water, watching the heavens.
	She felt her body touched without being touched. 
	She closed her eyes, and submerged.
	She healed her spirit this way.
	She was transformed.
	She knew herself.
	She was whole.
	She was.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

Details | Verse | |

Dancing on the Water Waves

A splash event is in the air A delightful glory She dances on the water waves Telling of a story She would be so free, casting off Barefoot she runs along The shore meets up with her desires While she sings a fine song She reaches out to find her peace As she jumps up for joy Looking for love within the waves Finding what she enjoys Down the shoreline she meanders Dancing with lots of glee She goes into the deep darkness But can still clearly see
Russell Sivey Form is like Poulter’s Measure

Details | Rhyme | |

Death of A Bug

Death of a Bug
A bug flutters its wings as it tries to escape, as a watery grave is its fate.
Its efforts are futile as the water holds on. Soon oh so soon its life will be gone.
Suddenly a leaf floats by and grabs a leg as the bug pulls itself from danger.
How ironic to be saved by a stranger. As the bug test its wings for flight and begins to
Lift from its fright, a trout jumps from the water catching its prey then sinks into
The bay.
Such is life and the death of a bug.

Details | Choka | |

World Of Forms

       World Of Forms

Sun drops in on us
Draws tears from the well of Earth
Children drink up light, water
Oceans have more salt
Both form the world that forms us
Tears dry, sun rises higher 

9/24/14  Choka Me - Choka Poetry Contest

Details | Haiku | |

tumbling weed of Jericho

with one little drop                                                                                                      living water washes death's sway                                                                                    no weed but a rose         -Anastatica

Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…

Details | Haiku | |

underwater hustle haiku

underwater life
flows like us everyday
unbeknownst to most....

Details | I do not know? | |

a single drop of rain

A Single Drop of Rain
By: Arianne B.
   As I fall from the sky, I see all the other unfortunate souls that have to scatter across the 
land of the living; the land of pain, where people have to go through hell to get to heaven.  I 
don’t think I will ever know why God does what he does, but he does it for a reason. I will 
never know why God is sending me back to this sinful place where we have to go through 
trials, tribulations, and mistakes in the form of a single drop of rain.  

When I land, I land in a stream. It is warm and welcoming but at the same time cold and 
dark. It is like life, good at times but can turn just as cold as this stream is becoming. I sink 
lower into the stream but still learn to flow with the current. It lets me know that it is okay to 
finally be one with something. That all the drops of rain in this stream were once alone and 
naïve but have learned to become one with themselves and the rest of us. I don’t think that I 
will ever be alone again. 

We start to pick up speed when I notice that the fish and the alligators are trying to move in 
the opposite direction. The alligators and fish separate us as they swim the other way, but we 
always come back together, almost like we are one. The scales on their bodies rub against 
us, they feel warm and prickly but at the same time welcoming and friendly, reminding me 
as an individual of all the things I missed out on. That is when I hear it… the sound of water 
hitting water. And once again, I am falling from no where in particular to a gushing amount of 
water. I listen to it as it falls with me. The body of water that is now mine. This time it is 
different… this time the mist and air run across my slick back and rolls up as I roll down. It is 
warm and helps me understand the joys life still brings, it is sinful but it still has some good. I 
close my eyes as I am swallowed in a sea of love along with my fellow companions. I am 
looking at life in a completely different manner… all because of God’s unexplained reasoning 
for what he does. I will never know why God does what he does but he does it for a reason. 
All I know is the fact that he sent me to this wondrous place, to find out that I don’t have to 
be alone anymore… I came as a single drop of rain but stayed as a beautiful bank of water.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Mundane Refrain

Another day
Another dollar
The alarm clock screams
I mute the squalor
Let me sleep
Just one more hour
Having to work
My mood turns sour.

Cold water hits me 
In the shower
I didn’t get to sleep
That extra hour
The water heater’s busted
I cannot fix it
My bank account is empty
The alimony nixed it.

Manual labor
For little pay
Sore and tired
At the end of the day
Bills pile up
I throw them away
God help me
I cry and pray.

Dinner consumed
From a bottle
Life speeds by
Revving the throttle
All alone
With my troubles
For dessert
I have a double.

Crawl into bed
Re-set the alarm
My hand, the only woman
I can charm
Fall asleep
Feeling no pain
Go to the top 
And start over again.

Details | Haiku | |

Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

Smooth rounded rocks hold
In deep water, age slows, forms
Birds follow ripples

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest

Details | Prose | |

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.

Details | Ballad | |


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

Details | Free verse | |


They say when life gives you lemons you make lemonade
That's the saying, right?
But what about all the other parts we need
Like water to give it life
To make it more that just lemon juice
And sugar to give it sweetness
Making it worth the wait
But making lemonade isn't much diferent from creating a nice life
The lemons symbolize our sour terrible lives
The water symbolizes how much it can purify and keep our lives flowing
But we all need that sugar to make life sweet and memorable
But most of us lack the sugar
When life gives us lemons
Isn't it just showing us that making lemonade is some what like creating a good life

Details | Free verse | |

No ground to stand on

paint a picture of a landscape thats surreal to reality
a place that you could never imagine
where water flows to the sky
and the rain comes from the ground
no trees for cover
no mountains to gaze at
just water flowing through the ground
ripping life away from all it encounters
in this picture there is no ground
no solid place to fall on
its just a free fall to no where

Details | Rhyme | |

Rain Drops Falling

Rain drops falling from the sky Puddles are sure formed I desire to splash in them Surely a bit charmed I stand under rain Beautiful the water is But is quite inane
Form Seguidilla Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "any new poem 12 lines or under" contest 12/19/2012

Details | Pantoum | |


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
vivid imagination spins.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Effect of Rain

This liquid falls from the sky
most people's don't like it
for it can make us cold and wet
total misery especially when you sit

This liquid fills all the oceans
gives us water to drink
makes plants and crops grow
but causes boats to sink

In the dryness of the desert
it's so very much desired
quenches the thirst reviving life
keeping one adequately fired

When the temperatures drop
ice develops freezing the rain
giving many opportunities to skate
sometimes makes one fall to pain

That white stuff called snow
also comes when temperatures drop
giving lovely fluffy stuff
so one can ski upon this prop

As raindrops fall upon our head
remember it's for our good
without it we would starve
with it live as you should

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Tank with Goldfish

Sometimes we see a glint of gold or red
emitted sudden as a warning through
the greening water of the old square tank outside,
an evanescent wink from just beneath
the awning of the lolling lily pad.

Within this viridescent bulk of water pushing
against the stark and square formality of fibreglass,
the teasing crimson twinkle
frees our eyes from what had become
the prison of their gaze in which they were held
unblinking by the flat rigidity
of unremitting quadrilateral form.

Once more a gleam of carmine charms our eyes
into the still, green patina of this exotic liquor –
another world, so far removed
from our dull logic of normality.

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"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave"

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave" 

my land lord, her play games 
she play, nick knack ,on  brain 
with a  nick knack pad a whack 
give a tenet a deadly water drinking break
she play at putting me in my fresh dugged out grave

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

so this old fear, and this brain 
can't believe how mush this is in sane 
with a shower head, that can leave you as good as dead
this is something so bad it leave white power on your head   

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

no old dog, will sniff at me
he start pawing at his nose so very painfully
with a howl, and a pain fill yep 
Now You See This The End of ME!

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 


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Underwater Blues

Blue, for love of the depressed days
	Underwater I live or die
	Nowhere can I really hide

Bewildered the water dismays
	Sky absorbs the winter hunger
	A floating bird doesn’t blunder

Sadness pulls me under and lays
	Casts spells of confusion bequeath
	Leaves me to fall, sink underneath

I’m frozen with sorrow always
	Constantly I am beaten down
	To hold the great ocean god’s crown

I do not hear what the sea says
	While keeping me there with sadness
	I must have strength to rid of stress

With all my strength I start to pray
	Not knowing if there’s any hope
	I see that I must stand and cope

Blue, for love of the depressed days
Bewildered the water dismays
Sadness pulls me under and lays
I’m frozen with sorrow always
I do not hear what the sea says
With all my strength I start to pray

Russell Sivey

Form Constanza(?)

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Ad hoc

mmm lips are dry should drink some more water
i’m comfortable here it’s warm
more water more restful sleep though
more efficient
six hours is all i’m getting at this point anyway
more restful for less comfort now

of course just enough left in the pitcher to make this a thing
am I really just standing here waiting for the water to filter
worth it still
plant looking a little dry
hey looks like we’ll all be getting a good drink before bed
green mops winking in the shadows
like kids watching through dreamy eyelashes 
father’s silhouette washing up for bed

got to look closely watering without glasses
and just the sole stark kitchen light
going by sound mostly
dribbled again bamboo always fills up quick
but it doesn’t matter big picture

i should write this down at some point
interesting anecdote
connects to life in a real life kind of way

now time for my water 
see how much has filtered
looks low enough
pour slowly so none of those filtered flecks go into the glass
don’t want to give them any funny ideas

So I’ll drink the rest here at bedside.
Writing this very sentence down.
Lights out in the kitchen.
There’s a little black speck a couple more whitish ones.
I’ll drink them anyway.
Finish the story and go to bed.
More restful.

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Setting sail

Setting sail and the water is steady.
You look out and decide you are ready.
This will be a long difficult expedition. 
Nothing can stand in the way of your ambition.

Everything is planned down to a tee.
Only one thing can hold me back, and that's me.
Soon the waves start to shake the boat.
Its up to you to stay strong and stay afloat. 

The tides pound the hull.
Engines begin to flutter and stall.  
You start to think if you can make it through this.
Will you fight and still sink, into the dark abyss?

The light at the end of the tunnel is now fading away.
Seeing nothing out there except troubled days.
After months of struggling, your face loses its expression.
It gets harder everyday, fighting yourself, fighting depression.

No one ever said this life is going to be pleasant.
Hopefully the water will get easier, than it is in the present.
For now you have to deal with it and go on.
You have to make sure you wake up and see the dawn. 

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Incidents That made me thankful Life is worth living No matter what! Tuesday afternoon After clocking off from work Flat tire on the passenger side Rushed to Walmart for a new one It is dark and dreary With the impending snowstorm In Seattle. Thanks God, flat tire is nothing compared To a man who lost his life. Wednesday night Before retiring to bed at 12:45am My water heater broke, flooded Have to call 911 Snow is about 8” thick. But, they came as good Samaritans. Thanks God, water heater problem is nothing Compared to a man who lost his life.

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Surprising Motion

graceful tiptoeing
swim through life's troubled waters
bob along with pride

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A Haunting of Waters

The year's spring rains were abundant, saturating and immersing us; a haunting of waters. Mother Earth accepted each downpour from her deep abode. Her bosom holds all of earth's waters from brook to abyssal; arteries of creek and river, veins of lake and sea, heart of the oceans.

She sees the clouds grow ripe, feels the coarse and driven wind, hears the weighty rumble of thunder, and waits for lightning's charge to unleash certain fury. She breaths deep in anticipation. A deluge pours forth, mixing with the soil and elements; a baptism
granting absolution to the earth.

Mother Earth drinks her fill, passing the torrent of a night on to the arteries of her being. Some of the cloudburst penetrates deep cracks and fissures in rock, replenishing
well and aquifer. The purity of the gift restores the innermost parts of her being.

A flood swells her arteries past bursting. Fertile soils and banks are lifted, carried and cast forth on new land. She bows, absorbing the water's challenge. Yet, each time her countenance is altered, if imperceptibly. She olds dominion over the waters. Still, she shares them will all life and the eternal sky.

Microbe and mountain. Sea creature and ocean deep. The infinite varieties of earth-bound life, and man. All are sustained, restored, and held in stasis by the waters.

                                                                        A Haunting of Waters

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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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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

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The rest is literature

Emptied a bucket I do not own.
The water has drenched a right few people.
They are dripping, with their eyes pointed at me.

They are smiling now,
Its fake smiles but I don’t mind.
My bucket is empty, my language wets the floor.

They turn their backs,
Walking into the blurry distance.
I wave goodbye and turn my head, and spy the mirror, the bucket has turned into.

A lightning bolt of horror,
Cuts through my core, as I realise the situation.
My bucket is my soul, my water is my heart and now that it is empty,
My heart beats at my feet.

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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands II

A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate. 
In a quiet manner, you pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
This is not the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races at an amazing speed.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people
That will change.
Low enough to stand and reach out
Crush the vast serene painting the world it absorbs 
It is not for us to cause more damage
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
The kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner
Close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin.
A kayak floats in lazy elegance
Stress and with great speed throw it away.
The oar is placed across the bow
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths
Man already destroyed everything he touched
Paddling on, past the floating island
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
Water drips as it rises in the air
The sea cow basks in the sun
Wading in the water three feet away
Through the vastness of the Thousand Islands 
The kayak drifts on in silence
Consider touching it, but hold back
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization

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Spring Showers

The moist air come around once more
to start the new life of nature to be sure
spring showers that cleanses our world.

The snow melts to a degree for it is time to see
a world of wonders for everyone
that needs a spring showers to be free.

The ground gets all soft for things to grow
to be part of this emotional adaptation
is how we should know.

The binds of winter goes away 
to be come a new season to portray 
a wonder of colors and beauty.

The moment has come to use your umbrellas
in many ways can block the showers 
that might drizzle on us to ruin our day. 

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013

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

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

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

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

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

 over 1.1 billion people are currently without safe drinking water.

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Frozen Ice Lake

Cold air Whipping around Changing water Into frozen ice lake Where kids laugh and skate around Holds beauty
Russell Sivey Form Vignette

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It was a miserable day out 
once during the hot summer
all through the evening
I heard only the children playing outside;
I looked out through my window
to recollect my childhood days..
something i found at that moment
a smile on my face
with tears in my eyes
I imagined that was a life otherside.

I saw the sun to settle down but 
that evening the moon didn't wake up
The stars were somewhere in the sky
that day it was out of sight through naked eyes.
A calm environment made someone's whisper louder
moment later a strong wind breaking that whisper
making miserable haunted clattering sounds outside.
Again i looked through my window
now i found the environment has changed 
from a hot sunny day to a dark lightning evening;
drops of water falling from the dark thunder clouds.
I experienced three different situations on the same day
from a miserable summer day to a calm evening 
from the calm evening to a haunted dark night.

I closed my eyes and counted from hundred to one
'it had been a miserable day
once during the hot summer;
It had been a painful life
once making a long journey'
'all through the evening
i heard only childrens' playing outside;
all through my life
i heard my own voice from inside'
'i looked through my window
to recollect my childhood days;
I asked my own heart
where i found only one name'
something I found at that moment
a smile on my face
with tears in my eyes
I imagined that was a life otherside.

I closed my eyes and counted from one to hundred-
I realized day by day my love to her perished down
this realization brought me a new life
but i found no love left within me
until i learnt there were no more water left in my eyes.
i met that unknown time when i heard another whisper
but moment later love brought me a natural death.
again i asked my heart
now i found it answered something has changed
from love to the coldest end.
I picked up the broken glasses and tried to see my own face
the images i got are solely all different.
and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it 
and see the broken glasses as long as I live.


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Gasping for air
Down under the water
I come back up
Take a deep breath

Down under the water
Everything as murky blue
Take a deep breath
The water is bitter

Everything as murky blue
My vision is fading
The water is bitter
My eyes are closed

My vision is fading
The water caresses me
My eyes are closed
As my life leaves me

The water caresses me
Floating weightlessly
As my life leaves me
And I am free

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Life is like a Waterfall

My life is as the waterfall 
No matter the effort I put forth
I continue to fall into the canyon

With strength of hope and prayers 
I climb against forces with  my head raise to the heavens
As water gushes over the mountain top

Determined not to give out or accept failure
I dug my toes deep into crevices on the mountainside 
Grasping for breathe as I'm hit in the face by the cold water

My mouth is open taking advantage of fresh air
My eyes are blurred by water and mist as in summertime
And crusted over by frost as in fall season

Chilly springtime spawning tornadoes and windstorms
Ice sickles hanging from trees and power lines
I die a little inside again as life is being renewed all around me

Life will go on and I will be forgotten like the ancient dead
Having failed both my classes, losing joy for my studies
What will I do now, I can't go to school for the first since two thousand four

I'm sure I'll be suspended for a year, trying to study breaking free of my cocoon 
With just a year left to graduate pending my Associates Degree 
I'll have to wait it out all alone this spring and summer semesters, humiliated 

I have the heavy of the world on my face since I'm told I look like hubby's mother
After carrying a smile on my face like the sunshine, everyday 
Just to hide the night having no stars or moon in my heart, I rain tears of blood inside

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moon star angel

The night is dark,
The sky is full of shining stars,
Everything is gone silent,
The moon glows a gentle glow,

Is it true something is flying over the moon?
Is it true the stars have angles with wings glowing in the dark?
Is it true that the man on the moon is coming out to smile?

I see the shadows in my room,
I see the gentle glows of the trees,
Is it true the shadow is the candy man coming to see if my teeth need to be pulled out?

Is it true that the tooth fairy comes out to replace the candy man's sin?

Does the monster in my closet come out and mess my room up?
Does the floor turn to water and the water baby comes out and cries?
Does the sand man play a tune and then goes back to the moon?

Now the sun is out and the dark has gone so soon,
I wish I could call the man on the moon,
I wish I could go into space and see where all those things go before the sun comes up.

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The sound of water is heard 
The rain falling onto the ground 
Like a giant waterfall 
Where the source comes from nature itself 

The sun hides behind the clouds 
Which have darkened 
Lightning and thunder 
We see and we hear 
The signs of a heavy rain 

I now hear splashing sounds 
I see tiny fountains as water droplets hit the ground 
Muddy puddles form in grassy patches 
Traffic comes to what seems like a standstill 

After the sky has shed all his tears 
Joy and love radiates from the sun 
A new weather, a new cycle 
Water has begun yet another circulation through nature 
As if starting afresh  

Without rain 
we would run out of water supplies 
Crops would not grow 
Famine and drought 
And poverty 

Humanity is no longer troubles or worried of any wrongdoing 
All washed away 
Humanity is cleansed by nature's purifying waterfall 
Dried by the sun's warmth and glory 
We are ready to move on. 

Rain is a blessing.

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The Image (VA Tech Reflection)

All of the images
Sending mixed messages
Massacring the masses
\while we view hindsight through rose-colored glasses
And all the whispers stop
Silence thick as the sound of a pin drops
Moment of silence for all of the victims
The same silence amongst us that ultimately killed them
And my mind is still filled with the images of tortured beliefs maturing while    
sanity diminishes
Have we become so vain that we missed this?
So obsessed with our vanity that the signs seemed to skip us
And the martyr to this media gluttony is glorified
And in months to come will we still be horrified or just chalk it up experience?
History is just repeating itself
And society is continuously beating itself 
Only bringing consciousness in death until finally there is no one left to care
And no, the world will never be fair, but at least seek for equity in what is left 
And fit our opinions in the boxes that we live that we seem to feel are invincible 
until the water begins to seep in.
Then we begin reaping what we sow
The message that we hear is not in the words but in the breath before the sound
The anticipating that keeps us waiting before the noun; before the verb; before 
the predicate makes us too nervous to respond
And we live in the mentality that if the conductor is gone, the band still plays on
And the American Nightmare formerly the American Dream, that paints the world 
read and focuses on the green; that raises us to become greedy, needy, and 
dependent is obsolete
As it plays on repeat with no sign of completion
Those sticks and stones have turned into weapons
And those words they said wouldn't hurt was all deception
And now we are trying to scramble around and change the thinking
Or mask it as free expression or just media ratings
Debating over the consequences
Not addressing the real problem
Wondering why society is a mess
And the children are hostile
Is it possible that we are the catalyst
And while we fight across the water that at home is where the battle is
But how can we handle this if we continue to live like cattle that is herded by 
statistics while the government keeps us branded.
It is time that we demanded the change we talk about
Fight for the truth and refuse to bough out
Shake the fear of chastisement and the fear of shame
Baptize ourselves in change and be reborn again
With new images of joy
Matted in peace 
Frmaed in a sense of community
And hung with free release
To be viewed by the world 
For everyone to see
The images of themselves

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My Winter

So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free

Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter

My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane

With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction 
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet

Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light

When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow

In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament

Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky

A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid

You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner

You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle

Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight

Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons

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The bird  that flies  above sustains grace

The water that ripples at a stroke conveys a mystery

The breeze that gently  blows, brings  pleasant vigor

The child who figures out to open a wrap shows diligence

The melody  from afar sails me to eternity

The thunder that nearly breaks the window pane sends imminence

The flowers that first bloom in spring suggest new start

The quietness in a  room encourages creativity

The greenness of the vales and mountains is calming

The greeting from a stranger transmits peace

The smile  from a friend reinforces affection

The first cry of the newborn involves him to the world

The relief after a labor generates a promise of care

The gentle lapping of the waves invigorates vitality

The sound of the gush of water means destiny

The smallest creature on earth is humbling

The first rain in Autumn nurtures fertility

The tiny and soft snow that gently falls in winter offers endurance

The aged couple who walks hand in hand cherishes long lasting promise

A daybreak that bathes the morning dew promises life

PEACE around the world....perpetuates generations

Languages that are muted in the heart are eternal







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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?

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 
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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The river and the lake

Half April days were forfeit by the moon
When the cold flames alit from the sky,
Dry leaves are consumed by the whirl,
Gone and drowned to the dark bottom.
A woman was resting on a river bank,
Her hand idling over her bosom,
Thousand night eyes watching her
and flowing with the dim water curse.
My query ripped the stillness
Of the hushing cicadas on the trees:
“Do you think love is like this river?
Eager to travel by open seas?
My heart flows like the fire trail
Of the falling star in the endless sky.”
She blinked and I saw a tear,
A tear I saw before she said:
“Then you do not love me, woe me…”
And she threw a pebble on the water…
“This is like a kiss and nothing has changed…”
The waters flowed among the weed…
The waters flowed among the weed…
“My love is like a lake with cold waters
Waiting the sun to rise on the horizon,
The swallow can hunt on my surface
for the darting fishes without success:
in my depth there is a siren’s melody:
which voyager will be too bold to hear?
The sky is blue as the virgin cloth
And like the mirror-like surface of my soul.”
I leaned and breathed on her lips,
and when she breathed on my lips
The air was cool and her heart silent –
But on her eyes, water lilies I could see.”

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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 

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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The River Flows

Water flowing down a river.
Cold, calm, inviting.
I want to lose myself in the deepest part.
Hope that death will be quick.
The water is just cold, it flows smoothly, there is no need for death.
The water simply comes up to my knees but I still feel like im drowning.
Drowning in the sorrows I have made for myself & the ones you made for me.
It's hard to get over the things that have flowed past.
It's even harder to turn and walk away.
Following the flow of the river is easy but going against the grain, well, it's hard to say.

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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

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my norfolk.

This is Norfolk

Feet stamp the sidewalk
Flap flap flapping
Off to somewhere, anywhere
A hot summer day in the city
With nothing and everything to do
Streets cars people buzz, a sturdy hive
All I hear is the wind across my water bottle
Humming a melody of the distant seas
Of sailors’ tales new and old
Far from this life on the brink of the ghetto

Cool water brings relief from the southern swelter

This is Norfolk

Azalea buds roll by
Like fuschia hipsters on a mission
Too focused on the next big thing 
Nor pay mind to a country girl like me
Nothing and everything here is like home
Comfortably unfamiliar 
A longing for the simplest gesture of welcome
Just like these streets I am
Caught in the middle of fitting in and belonging
Too misused to be treasured, yet too offbeat to be forgotten

My potato and your grits make an unconventional union 

This is my Norfolk.

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GOD the farmer


We live to love - we love to live
There is so much we have to give.
For every seed that GOD has planted
Another life has been granted.

Every seed on this earth
Will create a brand new birth.
He is the farmer - the giver of life
The crops he plants will suffice.

He planted the stars that shine at night
Gave us the sun - hot and bright.
He gave us water to quench our thirst
And gave us this water to cleanse the earth.

He planted seeds of knowledge in our brains
So if we had to - we could make the change.
He planted the seeds in the female wombs
So that life would not end to soon.

These are some of the things this farmer has given
He has made this life worth living.

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Red Ball - Haiku

     Red Ball – Haiku

Giant object, round
Red, drifts on the lake closer
Reach ball, touch, slip, drown

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Fools Gold

I stand upon my mountain
Dreading the waves which roll upon my shore
An acid that is eroding away at my flesh
Eating the muscle underneath
I have no place to run or hide
Surrounded by such a vast  ocean
Behold the mountain is sinking
Becoming smaller with time
As precious gold runs through my closed fingers
Along with memories of what may of been
I realize that the gold is like water 
And water is time
That I spent foolishly 
Thinking I have an abundance of

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Flow of her Back

Her bare back brings passion into my eyes I gently caress her skin Firm and smooth the surface I place a drop of water on her back And I watch it flow on down All the hills and valleys I wipe the trail of water from her back Softly smoothing out her skin Forming passion within I rest my head on her still naked back Enjoying the softness of her Feeling the love we share
Russell Sivey

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Don't Tell Revised

A cold drop of water fell on my eye, awakening me from a deep sleep; I felt 
peculiar, gazing into the mirror and observing the once abundant freckles that 
had appeared to fade from my unplanned withdrawal.

"Today is cleaning day, bedroom first."

Singing along with Madonna, I washed my walls of antique white and rearranged 
the dust-ridden furniture.  My brass bed that had been neglected for so long was 
decorated with an ensemble of white satin ~ oh, so gentle, and the window was 
washed till it...squeaked.

After standing quietly for a long while, I removed my oversized black and white 
flannel shirt and felt the sun's warmth on my breasts.

"Perhaps my freckles didn't completely fade.  Damn, the men like my freckles."

"Oh, my, the neighbor just pulled in, better button up."

Next, I hung exquisite white satin curtains that brushed the floor, and just prior to 
polishing the sturdy oak floor, randomly scattered candles of violet, blue, white 
and crimson.

Finishing touch...a crystal chandelier that I had wanted for so long...heroic...
hanging from the ceiling, capturing the sun dancing in hues of red, purple, pink, 

"should have cleaned this room months ago; what took me so long...?"

Showering, the warm water enchanted my slender body, and never before had I 
felt so sure.  Slowly massaging my thighs with vanilla cream, and 
gazing into the mirror, it appeared that freckles yet coveted my nose...breasts... 

Summer embraced my waist tenderly and softly whispered the secret into my 

"It's time," convincing myself not to be terribly harsh.

I proceeded downstairs, poured a glass of white wine; then...

I politely told my lover to leave.

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Mans lust for beauty

It is this of the mind that drives us crazy.
This beautiful lady of time that makes me wildly insane.
It is that of her skin I see lying here next to me.
That of her lips to mine as I dream of what could be.
It is a lust of beauty that portrays me.
As I hear her words haunting me.
It is them words to which makes me bleed.
Not that of real blood but my heart instead
It is there it runs like water through my soul. 
As I seek to find my own soul.
Her curves excite me beyond my control.
Like that of morning dew, she brings sunshine in.
Like that of the heavens above, the stars shines brightly in.
She is like an angel of God’s best sent.
As she stills my heart in prep.
It’s there I want to feel that tummy tight.
Not just the ripples but the baby inside.
It’s that of her thighs I want to feel.
As I crawl up in between them with excitement spent.
It is that of her smile I see.
When I close my eyes in sleep.
But that of her cheeks I want to feel.
As I hold her close to me.
It’s her eyes of beauty that doesn’t lie to me.
As she said she wants to be forever in life with me.
But it’s a lust of beauty to which consumes me.
As she quenches the fire from within me.
It isn’t of water but gas instead.
As it flames high and shows my heart of pure red.
It’s there I love her with all my heart.
As she shines light in the deepest part.
But it’s there she means the world to me.
As I dream of a lust of beauty being here next to me.
And never being lonely in life again. 
But be as two and making life happy again.

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Blue-gray foggy mist hanging over the lake like an ethereal blanket obscuring 
the surface of the water and making the scene look like an artist's water color
or perhaps pastels, the chalk blended lightly with a finger tip, the far shore 
barely visible from where I sit, ancient trees rising like giants, silent sentinels, 
defiant, too early for the usual chatter of the birds, they still sleep, 
undisturbed, only one awake is me and the occasional turtle coming up to 
breathe, gently disturbing the placid lake surface as evidenced by a single ring, 
its purpose to slowly expand and dissipate noiselessly, as the orange sun has 
begun to peek over the horizon and that magical time is gone, those few 
moments between the darkness of night and the harsh light of dawn, that gray 
soft interlude before reality intrudes, when it seems the whole world 
sleeps...and the stillness and the silence is overwhelming.

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America, the abundant, the place I was born 
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground 
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky;
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train 
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories 
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall, 
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France, 
Describes how, inside, we feel.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

We’ll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan’s horde chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.

Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful and just.
Refusing to submit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.

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she may be the one to kill me

Dear friend,
		What is love?  Pardon the phrase but, love is 
unexplainable. Love is different to all people and different from all points of view. 
This matter need not be addressed but in the end all do it anyways.  Drowning is 
like fire in the lungs. The water rushes in and it burns. The waves somehow suck 
you down into the dark. Nothing below, faint light above. Rushing into the 
darkness is what feels familiar. These things need not be addressed, but they 
will anyways. Why is it that some people seek the coldest, dampest places in 
solitude? Why do humans seek to destroy when life is what we can create? 
These things need not be addressed, but they will nonetheless. Not to trail off the 
subject, back to the point at hand. Unrequited love often feels like drowning. 
Burning chest, burning lungs feels  the same. All that love and no where, no one 
to give it to. Taken these things into consideration, love is better off left dormant 
and untouched. Drowning and feeling like drowning are the same. Neither one is 
no better than the other. In fact the water seems to be a little more inviting. Due to 
the fact that at least drowning will finish you off and kill you. You cant truly die from 
a broken heart. It only feels like it.

		Yours truly,
			A voice of a distant star

Details | I do not know? | |

Dream? Movie? Life?

Bits and pieces my 
Dreams come only in flashes
Dashes of Techicolour and 
Surround sound can’t be 
Dreams my eyes are open
No scents in dreams
Just endless reels
This movie love
Story keeps playing
Every night no white
Horses or sword fights
Or kisses exchanged 
Under rain soaked street
Lamps on forbidden corners

Award worthy actors
Reciting make-believe passion
Less phrases the daises in this
Movie are real Lilies 
Growth steady call our 
Love real oak trees
But our feelings aren’t 
Planted seeds no role
Leads to win
Random prayers forgive
Our sins e-mails text
Messaged  from our ten lips 

Kissing keys early into
Morning hours writing 
Screenplays of the past hours
Simple phrases like
“Baby I just had my shower”
Shower hot water feelings 
Even from cold water 
Pipes 3000 miles away
New movies released 3000
Times a day means I 
Fell in love with 
You 3000 times 
Tonight snuggled on 

Couch we made love 
Again the moment your new
E-mail clicked “Message Sent”
My nose tickled by your 
Long forgotten scent
Images of G-L-O-R-Y
My super hero in the
Stories life writes us
But this isn’t a story
These are my dreams
This is my life

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Flood Water Moves Along

Overflow of water down the street
Flooding the earth down below
The road cannot carry any more
It’s now far above my knees
Splash, the dogs play within
Causing horrible ripples around
Gathering a bucket full of water
The weight is over the limit
Crash, the pail falls back to the stream
Leaving the trail of dirt
To go swiftly past the dog
Unwanted is the river moving
Placing burden on people
Who collectively want it dry
Forever it seems it’ll flood
And tiring is the gathering
Transporting of the dirty water
Sighing the crowd gives up
Allowing the water push
Deep within their homes
In heartache and dying pain

Russell Sivey

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Sand slowly sinks between your toes as you walk down to the water.

You hear the sound of the waves moving back and forth as you get closer.

You feel the water hitting your feet as the tide goes up and down.

The water feels refreshing like you are being washed away of your past and pain.

Each day we are given a new day as we wake up.

So each day refresh yourself and wash away your yesterday.

By saying today is a new day and good things will happen to knock my bad away.

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The Woman at the Well

Jesus left Judaea, and departed again into Galilee
It was because of the Pharisees that He had to flee  
It being Samaria that Jesus chose to travel through
Thus stopping by Jacobs well and the land that He knew

The Apostles had went to town to buy some meat
As the weary Jesus rested by the well in His seat
When soon a Sumerian women came up to the well
Such a loving story of hope but a little bit had to tell

As then Our Lord said to her, "give me a drink"
Now this woman was at a loss as to what to think
For most Sumerians didn't normally talk to a Jew
And men didn't speak to woman as everybody knew

"But if you knew God and who just asked you for a drink"
And then the part about the living water really made her think
In so seeing her belief He told her to bring her husband here
Unmarried but divorced five times, yet to Jesus this was already clear

Well I just can't do this beautiful story any justice
As I am afraid the whole point you just might miss
May I suggest that you yourself read the rest in John Chapter 4
In the case of God's Word you will end up getting so much more

John4:26 Then Jesus declared, “I, the one speaking to you—I am he.”
This Samarian woman being the first person, 
besides His Apostles, that Jesus revealed Himself too.

This also being Jesus' longest private conversation with anyone in the bible. 

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I Am the Waters

I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been the drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.

I am the face of ice-bound lake
which hides its life beneath.
I've been the tossing waves that break
and tides which time bequeath.

I am the snow in drifted row
piled deep before your door.
I've been a river wide and slow
to live on and explore.

I am the waters flowing still,
through deep, abiding time.
I've been the earth's unbroken will
still granting life, sublime.

                     I am the Waters

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Ocean's Edge

The water like a rumpled sheet
Curled limpless at my feet
And then unrumpled on the sand
Cast its lassitude and moan
Audibly pulling slips of water above a golden knee
The sands' clean belly dissatisfied
Make naked now the barren eye.

I keeping here again and again
I know not truly why
Except its me, perhaps, since a child
To find my mother's knee pain
Or when my daily hunger returns again
Something like that
Since the waters separated me
And left me on the dry land where I drown

Here comes the tide that brings the milk
Here comes the breast against rock jagging teeth
The water dissolving us with each caress
Into elements of stone, 
Into blood bleached by the sun's indifferent tongue
The rocks dissolving take so long
The tides gnaw there erect mass with soft wet lips
And against their body firm, rub and groan
Dissatisfied again, a perennial complaint

Some one left the toilet seat up again
Some one used this tree and did not flush
Some one dragged their feet across the rug
The world has such rumpled lazy view from here
This vasty womb, is fumbling and old
With all the debris dumped upon its ovaries
The unknown chemicals of contraception
Makes me glad that I was already born
Makes sad if I must endure alone.

She has been rooming strangers all her life
Muddy footed rivers, sorrow brimmed with tears, rain
Sulfured and jaundiced from asthmatic skies
There is a RED LIGHT
In a district where nothing fresh remains
Expect the spate of hysterectomies
And some Jack the Ripper with a knife
What if she was your wife, answer me
You dumb husband man to such a precious wife
What if you had to drink this milk salt as hell
Because this island is all you got?

O she keeps through seasons swell of womb
Or face fist pounded by the breeze
Her covenant of fruitfulness and replenishment
Like marks upon a sheet
Rocks that drain themselves in her crumble
And dissolve like a mortal heap
Fallen to her ankle upon a naked floor
I cannot penetrate too deep
We have a barrier more than skin
The ambiguity that is threshing mesh
That crinkles too our flesh.
Life is only a rumpled sheet, sweetheart
I love you moaning and lapping
The presence of my dusty feet.

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life is like a rocket

     the hopes and dreams are very shallow
belive in yourself and they just might come 
true life is like a rocket it has its up's and downs 
but in the end you get the life you wanted or 
you don't 
this is stupid this is dum this is what makes my heart
go round and round this is 
what makes me turn around again and again
the life i have is doing all of that and more 
when a rocket goes up it away comes back down 
at some point that is what life is like you go 
up but you end up bouncing right back to the life
you started the pain that you gain you 
waste in sorrow the love that you had is broken into two
you feel like life sucks but really it's 
a gift you stand strong through the good and bad times 
your heart never stops just you 
the bucket filled with water is all the tears
that you have cried throughout the years and 
the tears never stop when life is a pain 
you can gain control of the pain that you need to help gain 
your strength back 
in the rain there grows a pain that life was made 
the water on your face makes the tears that you cry
when you cry it hard to dry the tears away 
when you are standing in the rain 
in the rain there is a drain that can make the pain go away 
all the fears become your tears
you wasted the day by the bay 
you wish a pond a fish
it's dry but you cry 
you take a walk to the park in the dark
you talk as you walk scream in your dreams 
you wink when you think 
you sleep on a sheep
try but you cry the night becomes bight 
the tears that you have cried become dry 
your head begins to ack you are on the bottom of a hole 
can't stand the pain so you stand in the rain 
you talk instead of walking away 
your fears give you the tears that you cry 
theres a dart in your heart 
you can't stand the dart that is hurting your heart
in life there are so many things that seem so unfair that you just want to scream 
some things you just want to curl up in a ball and fall to the floor and never get back up ever 
so many things are cruel that you just want cry or even die
life isn't over till it's over  
god will determine that for you

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Vein of Life

Vein of Life

Full river flowing into the open bay. 
Standing on a stone bridge. 
On a morning day. 

Levy’s are built to hold water in. 
To stop the cycle of, 
Embankment water erosion. 

A main flowing, vein of life. 
Keeps our world fresh,  and all things alive.. 

Details | Classicism | |

Paradoxical sleep

Random thoughts at arbitrary times
A life once shared quickly demised
Thoughts that swim in water deep
Nightmares come in paradoxical sleep

You watch me flail, in over my head
Drift in and out while I mournfully tread
Choke out the water that’s in my throat
Silently drown or try to stay  afloat 

You were here and now you’re gone
Ash still falling with each new dawn
A life invested extinguished fast
Promise yields to the aftermath

Strength for all so they don't see
A tower that crumbles inwardly
Internal tears that my heart cries
The perfected façade is just a guise

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Easy Practitioners of Another Voodoo

Easy Practitioners of Another Voodoo

While I was counting the cost of steak
And while depressed about her over weight
He was counting grains of rice
She was forced into a life of vice

And while the self righteous contemplate
Judgement day is a “next” meal “day” maybe “today” ( to late )
And the Judicial reprimands of “Burning Hell” are made
In the easy sanctimonious litany wealth

Bigots of the easy excuse
Sticking pins in those who have “no choice”
Easy practitioners of another voodoo
With punching high hand and waving bible

And while my tiny world revolves on petrol
And my tiny mind rumbles counting cholesterol
Their tiny portion evolves with racism
Their tiny lives end in starvation

This western ideology of comfortable supremacy
In this augmented and cosseted luxury
Of billable hours and ever enhanced entertainment
You sit back, just relax, and wait for the “Judgement”
Of voting and squabbling over opinion
While children “die” of malnutrition
And as my fast burger gravitates to the better bigger
It gives me the blind ignorant swagger
Of a bully in a play pen 

Ignorant fool of devotion
Voodoo representative of a “Jezebel” nation
Indoctrination of the “money” dogma
Is our only inkling of our own propaganda

What dirt ? What Sorrow ? By life have we suffered
Have our hands buried children we Mothered and Fathered
Or have we forgotten how to identify
“And there, but for the grace of “God” go, “ I ” 

While I was deducting the account of living
They were drawing water and smiling
And the pious sat back waiting for “Divine Wrath”
But those people knew what their water was worth

Easy practitioners of another voodoo
Sticking pins through the bible 
Into those who have “no choice”
Bigots of the easy excuse

Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Ballad | |


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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The Ace of Spades

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.

The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.

The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.

The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

Details | Bio | |


As of tomorrow the  our phone service is going to be off
and we have fallen behind on the power bill,
Since the holidays are approaching things with us have been tough
only just a hand-full of people know how we feel.
The cupboards are bare and empty
there is hardly any food to eat,
My little three year old son tells me that he is hungry
I then must get up and try to find him something to eat.
Thank God he loves peanut butter sandwiches!
if he did not we would be in trouble,
Thank God he even loves ham and bologna sandwiches!
if he did not we would be in serious trouble.
My husband needs to have a root canal
but the procedure is just so expensive!
He has opted instead for the dentist to just go on ahead and pull the tooth out
that way it will not be so expensive.
But, he still cannot come up with the needed cash
therefore, he has to wait until another time,
I do not know for how long our family can continue to last
because we are really experiencing some hard times.
We are still doing without running water in our home
it has been off for a year and two months now,
I do not know when my husband is going to get running water back in our home
but I tell you what, having to haul water is wearing my body down.
The times may seem so bleak and uncertain
but at least we are facing everything head on as a family,
The Lord above will eventually ease the weight of our burdens
just as long as we pray to Him and just continue to believe.
There is no use in me sharing any tears
there is no use in me getting all riled up and mad,
All I need to do is just take in a deep breath and just deal
with the situation that is at hand.
It is not going to be like this for always
things are going to look up soon,
Straight ahead of us are much better days
and they are coming upon us real soon.
Just one of those days, no sense in worrying
because everything is going to be all right.

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The Way Susie Mae Used to Talk

Why dat gull crynin'?!  Hollin' like dat?!
She bleed'n uh som'in?!  No?!
Maybe she need soma' dat pank stuff, den?
You know!  Dat stuff!  Dat uhhh...   Dat uhhh...
Dat Bismorex!!  Yeah.  Dat Bismorex.  Hmmph!
Well, den, maybe huh flioncee left huh.
He pro'bly took dat rang back.  Heh, Heh.
You know him.  You know huh, too.
That ol' low down strumpet!
She be sleepin' wit ev'ry Tom, _ick and Harry in town.
Don't she?  Don't she?!  Don't she?!!
Fool, you know dat's right!
So sank me in Hell!  Shoot!
She sleep wit anythang that'll walk!
I'd leava' too.  Show would!  I wouldn't stay...
Well, den, if dat ain't it, I don't know what it is!
But I still wunda' wut dat gull crynin 'bout!
What?!  She jus' fakin' it again?!  Heh, heh, heh.
Child!  Dat's yo water dat's deep.
Heh, heh, heh.  Dat's yo water dat's deep.

My mother told me this story.

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The Philosopher part 1

The Philosopher is a single long poem, I apologize for the inconvenience of splitting it
into 2 parts.

He pushes aside the weathered curtain
The colourless tub, the bland tiles, his grey glazed sight
He looks over his shoulder and invites her into his mental fortress
The King philosopher’s decreed writer
Her sole existence is to write his thoughts and greatness as the ideas arise from the
ashes in 
the furnace of his mind
Invisible revolutionary phoenixes, a wonder never seen 
The writer is a woman, beautiful, his fantasies rule with an iron hammer
He feels nothing for the imaginary woman
His dreams told of respect, of falling in love in its truest form:
The caesarean of his mind, and she would fall in love with the thought burning society 
So she sat there, somewhere, laptop in hand

The philosopher closes the curtain, undresses, the water is warm
It caresses him like no lover ever has
Unlocks the rusting, fading Iron Gate within, this water that stirs the slumbering giant
his flesh
He closes his fragmented eyes 
The distorted images disappear and his mind kisses his wounds better
He sighs
In his mind she waits behind the curtain, it must be awkward
He does not smile, but his lips part, and he sighs the heat away
The water cools
The philosopher sits
The small tub is a tight fit, he looks down
The flaws of man so bare before him
He sees them in many a light, riddled with the protruding edges of perception
He tucks his fragmented eyes away
The philosopher looks down on the folds of his flesh again
The hair, the child of nature and god, an unholy affair
His hand runs over his thigh, the meaningless hair, the soft fat
His fragmented eyes see the flaws of society
A misguided shamble of enterprises, the idea of destiny a delusion
His misty eyes see a cripple

He dictates his poem
She writes
He looks up at the curtain, the veil separating him from humility
And he sees its transparency
He sees the inadequacy of definition, of documenting his emotion and the ideas of his 
He realizes the chaos of his being
He looks down again
He sees a handsome man
Thin, fit, comfortable sitting in the tub
Society in acceptance of itself and the reality of its situation, a philosophical utopia
And behind that lie, he still sees a cripple

© Samir Georges 2009

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Real Refreshing Tea

On a hot summers day
when many go for orange juice or coke
it's really so very refreshing
a cup of tea is for many folk

When you smell such rich flavour
with no sugar to sweeten the taste
your taste buds are touched afresh
mmmm anything else is just a waste

But sometimes the water makes it better
Scottish water is the best
something about that tartan flavour
as it always passes the test

There's simply nothing like the tetley crew
it's quality is a real special brew
so get that kettle switched on
we need a cuppa before the night's gone

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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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Under the Waterfalls

Under the Waterfalls

She talks about waterfalls
it’s her secret wish
She likes Knickerbockers Glory 
... it’s her favorite ice cream dish

She is a romantic
So Very sensitive
Doesn’t like to receive 
She just likes to give

She is in control
Of her own destiny
Knows what she is 
And what she wants to be

I’m a man writes poems 
It’s all I got left
I likes to cook 
Some say I’m a chef

She tells of a time
She made a mistake on her work
And her co-workers made fun
Up till today it’s still a joke 

And she dreams of a water fall
And knows what she wants to do
It’s just a wish of hers
Wish I’m the one to make it come true

Her smile is timeless 
It’s a mystery to behold
Her friendship is like magic
That captivated me in her world

And she loves the water falls
A secret she shares with me
So I clear my agenda
Make that my destiny

One day will open my life
In front her like a book
hope she still choose me
After she had a look

And how I secretly love her so
she must never find out at all
cause I hope one day to tell her
Under the water fall

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is the body on top of mine
thoughts tend to conjure up in spare moments
odd happenings such as this one
the water inside each one of us
has been separated to reach out and swim on figures
and trickle as sweat
sweat that has no scent from mixed in perfumes
or has been washed with desire
just water that has leaked
that should have stayed with in each of us
and not mixed
...but it has
the momentum of our mere connection
hurdled us into an obstacle
that we both already have taken
memory tends to want a dejavu
and now
finished with our confusion
I lay beneath a hull 
that a new empty long ago
my water has covered you
and your water has seep into mine...

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Responses to Reflexive Daydream

But my love had wanted me to close my eyes. She awaited that moment for an eternity with
unrivaled patience. For she was in love with the water and waited only for me to close my
eyes so that her escape could happen without my perception. I was the scapegoat for my
love. What a cruel twist of irony: the reason I was unhappy would seemingly be of my
fault. How amazingly spiteful that the one I loved so much allowed me to wallow in
self-pittance while she made off with her true love. Her true love that lurked so calmly
undetected, yet was there the whole time. 

My love floated, dead, alongside my boat. I continued to ride as the boat smoothly and
steadily headed toward shore. In an almost humorous obedience, my love stayed alongside
the boat. Caught in the wake, her non-seeing eyes saw everything but saw nothing. Her
beauty was unharmed and the water made her shimmer and sparkle with the sun's rays. If
this was how it was going to be, I was okay with it. My love was happy. As I rode closer
to shore, my love's body slowly started to float higher up on the water. Her eyes became
less whited. As the boat slid up onto the soft, white sand, her laid half-in, half-out of
the lake. Without hesitation, I bent down and lifted her into my arms. As she awoke from
the sleep of death, she coughed and gasped. I whispered I love you as our embrace grew.

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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.




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.
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.




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.
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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Water runs down my body.

Splashing me with a hint of light as my body starts to shine.

Letting the colors red and white be shown through my skin.


The aroma of orange opens up the valut to my noise.

Letting the smell allow my mind to be free and daydream to an ideal land.


A land where there is pleasure and love.

Love of my body and the pleasure of bringing love to the world.


The cold air hits me.

The water has  gone off me now.

The blood from my heart and a white mysterios liquid slowly start to dim.


Now it is time to show the world me.

By splashing my water only on people.


The water of my love.

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There is no darkenness in the LORD my GOD he is perfect and forever more the 
creation He has made a little less than perfectly but some things he made to 
warm our hearts in spring are nearly formed as close to GOD he loves them all 
the dragonflies is one of those they meet all the requirements for our love. 
Four wings so delicately made to fly. A faces only mothers could have loved. NO 
reason much to live except just to exist existence then is love. They fly and have 
ewe noticed them at night how they like to lite near open water near a waterfall 
ewe find them mostly brown but there aer read ones and some blue ones and 
some good ones no they are only good ones and they spy on lovers in the night 
One heart lonesome thinking of her man one heart yearning to be a man they 
find each other in the dragon fly again. Water drowns a man he wants to swim 
into the underwater dragonfly the lair of all the mermaid wishes she is there oh 
mye Ianthe. You are terribly adorable! mon ange. 
Soon the dragonflies will come back again 
L()()K at this it seems that love has blinded her to mye reality she waits and 
searches for our love amid the gleaming pearls of water searching for the wings 
the spotted owl no the raven quoted no the flying serpent there no it is the yellow 
tail the golden flyer there the portent of mye heart turned into love. 

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Another Hole

Dusky dawn,
Out of sight.
Stifled words
You try to fight.

Whimpered pain
Escapes your lips.
As if your struck
By a whip.

Anger digs
Deeper down.
Beyond the core
Of the ground.

Lava hot
Deep within.
Hollow heart
Full of sin.

Rift of lightning
Across the sky.
Parched ground
No longer dry.

Pounding rain
Drifts on down.
Rolls of thunder
Starts to sound.

In your mind
You start to fall
Trickled down
Like water fall.

Falling deep
As water well.
Pent up feelings
That you dwell.

Bruises lay
Upon your heart.
Ripped wide open
Torn apart.

Sewed together
And wrapped with tape.
So the love
Cant' escape.

But love seeps in 
And love leaks out.
Emotions scream
You want to shout.

Digging deeper
Into your grave
The outer walls
Begin to cave.

Hard to feel
Or even breathe
All this pressure
You want to leave.

Sadness falls
And crumbles down.
Smothered deep
into the ground.

And in this hole
Where you lie.
Your realize now
Is where you'll die.

'Cause in your heart
There is a craze.
To your pain 
You are a slave.

And if a time
You'd never miss.
Just let go
Put down your fist.

Choose it wisely
Just be sure.
'Cause all it is
Is a lure.

A simple catch
To this game
A death wish
You can't restrain.

©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33

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A Money Pot

A man was frightened and entered into a room,
He fell in the corner and touched a broom,
He read that wording to touch a middle pot,
You can get some money that’s I have lot.

When he touched a pot it grew up a tree,
Please pour me water otherwise you aren’t free.
He picked a pot and starts to search water,
When he found a well he heard a loud laughter,

I need someone’s blood if you need pot water,
Otherwise don’t blame me I have a man slaughter,
He suddenly saw a bird and thought to kill him,
But bird said, you can slaughter me first go and tell him.

He told him to the well, I have a bird to kill,
Do you accept the blood that is only my thrill?
Mice heard the talk and he got a shock,
Why is he killing a bird, he has blood hoick?

Why is your heart n’t kind and have no mercy?
Please forgive him a bird I have a clue courtesy,
I can cut your wein you can donate blood to a well,
I am offering my friendship, that’s my thrill.

He was happy to donate blood and got water a pot,
When he poured water to a tree he laughed lot,
A big fish eats a little never have a mercy thought,
Friendship can solve a problem that’s my money pot.

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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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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 Soldier

He chose to take this profession because it was in his heart. 
He knew the day would come when all he loved, he would soon part. 
As he trains for his great mission, he still hears the chants ringing in his head 
Remembering the protesters and their right to say what they said. 
He smiles for a brief second, 'cause thats really all he's got 
"Do they actually know how blessed they are?" he shurgs, "probably not." 
They have the wrong impression,  for it's them he is training for. 
Along with our country, oh, but there is so much more... 
There are others who long to be in this place we so causually call home. 
They swim shark infested oceans or die of thirst in the desert alone. 
There are children who will never know what clean water is to drink. 
Yet, we swim in water cleaner and don't even stop to think. 
Women who are tortured because they dare to show their face. 
And we go without makeup and think we're a disgrace. 
As a kid we would hate to get up so early to go to school. 
Never thinking about children half a world away, where learning is forbidden by their 
The Father who cries silent tears for he feels as a man his honor is gone. 
Praying for someone to help his people take back what was once their home. 
Across the world is a soldier, who somehow feels his prayers. 
He vows silently to come and help them get back what is rightfully theirs. 
He knows the people are scared, their will has been surpressed. 
But, the soldier and his allies are training and their determination will not rest. 
Yet, still somewhere out there the chants still go. 
They rant and rave over something they don't even know. 
For it is not them who felt the prayers of a man half a world away. 
Nor is it them who insures they have the freedom to chant another day. 
It is the Soldier and the others who will go and make the wrongs right. 
For his country, the world and humanity in our honor he will fight!

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Since We've Been Apart

Since we've been apart
I can't stop thinking about you
You're in everything I say
You're in everything I do

Walking through the woods today
I came across a creek
I found a secrete water fall 
Hidden by the trees
I waded through the water 
Of this magical place
I looked at my refection 
And I thought I saw your face

Since we've been apart
I can't stop thinking about you
You're in everything I say
You're in everything I do

I sat and watched the sunset
Behind the mountains high and tall
I listened to the wind blow past
And I thought I heard you call
Sitting in the field 
Looking up at all the stars
I closed my eyes and thought of you
And wondered where you are

Since we've been apart
I can't stop thinking about you
I might be going crazy
I just don't know what to do

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The swirls of the whirlpool are dragging me down, I often feel like I'm
going to drown.The whirlpool is all of my sin, all of my anger that's 
stored in a bin, all of my hatred, all of my pain, living this lie and 
going slowly insane.My life has been a lie, a joke, a shame and I need
to remind myself again and again that there's a point to life that I cannot explain, 
my sin has come back on me it is too late, i cannot get out, i am to blame.
Being sucked down, the water above my head, unable to hear, unable to see,
unleashing a scream that will never be heard, a tear coming from under
the seam.  Water in my mouth, my nose, my ears, the sin washing over me
from the wasted years.

Derrick Frank

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Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking

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Serene & Divine

Inside the forest of tall teak trees
Far from the clamor of the town.
At the foot of the green mountain
Where a stream was flowing down.

Sitting on a piece of rock,
And looking at the flow of water.
I was listening to its music,
Enjoying the beauty of the nature.

The serenity and silence was lost
As some kids of a  school picnic party,
Sneaked into the stream in sheer delight
And made it muddy and dirty.

A boy pushed the baby from behind.
She got wet and cried.
He then asked her out of fear
“How could it be dried?”

The headmistress when shouted at them
They looked each other for a while.
And rushed out of the water 
Hand in hand, exchanging a silly smile.

I looked back at the stream.
The water was already calm and clean.
It’d washed off the dirt out of her heart
For the flow was serene and divine.

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early morning cliff jump

eyes wide & prepared to dare 
jumping first & asking questions later
off the cliff on an early july morning
just as dawn breaks
with all the cares & prior frustrations
somehow pressed out from the brain
letting the heart do its work
living on the spur of the 
with the cool fresh air
beating against the weight of the face &
nothing but the freezing water below---
glad to have remembered to wear shoes
as that first pang of physical shock 
shakes the body young again
with a thrust of positive memories
splashing as quick as the water itself
enveloping like the womb once did
opening up & around
entering into a pure, clean wash 
with all the worries cast out even further
as the moment brings an immediacy 
of which few experience insist upon
sinking under, but then using all the power of the
upper body to
propel upward
until the head breaks out again
with sunlight & air flushing all over the face
bringing with it the awareness 
that the struggle is still there
for the arms must flail in unison
to keep oneself from drowning &
the decision is made to do so,
staying in the game one more day,
fascinated with the early morning cliff jump
looking up to see how far the fall had been
wanting nothing more than to do it all over again.

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Can't Water for My Lawn?

“Don’t water your lawn!”
They told me.
There’s a shortage of water and
we need to conserve.
Yet, I saw fire hydrants open
and water flowing like a spring.
Kids skipping and dancing
getting wet and cool.

“Don’t water your lawn!”
It came again on the news.
Driving down the street
I saw pretty gardens 
in the median, with 
underground sprinkling systems.
Setting off mist in the air,
drifting like clouds.
Yet, my lawn is dry,
and cries for water as it
fights against dying thirst.

Who made the rules?
As I drove, I saw people toasting
with glasses of lemonade.
Politicians drinking champagne
from long stemmed glasses.
The lawns at their homes
plushy green and neatly trimmed.
Yet, I’m told,
“Don’t water your lawn!”

Does it deserve to die, 
or should I …?

© Joseph 6/25/07
© All Rights Reserved

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never coming up

A man walks down the road
a wanderer with no goal
on his heart a heavy load
That will soon take a toll

As he walks in solitude
his eyes drift from reality
a place without grattitude
the darker side of fantasy

Life lost to him it's purpose
He had nothing left to lose
He was giving into us
He was going to forever snooze

In the darkness he was lost
bumping into all fear and hate
his soul colder than winter's frost
In his heart lay a closed gate

He came upon a bridge
looked at the water below
and quietly walked to the edge
into the water he would go

One last look at life
his knees then bent
"I'm coming dear wife"
then down he went.

never coming up.

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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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The dreams that God has

What does god dream of when his head hits his hand
Is it of St.Lucifer being banned from his land
Is it of Adam and Eve defying the grand
Or is of Earth and the popular demand

God only knows what has come of his mind
As he does relax it covers the blinds
When humans touch his soul the tears they do climb
As the end is drawing near His passion reclines

The creations he made turn out to have sin
For no one he made is as perfect as him
For this he is alone for ever time nearing grim
As the light around his halo is draining to dim

The dreams more like nightmares as time goes on
The tears now flowing as evil gains spawn
Uncontrollable is he from the ancients of dawn
For now is the time his dreams are not born

As the water from his eyes are cast with doubt
The water cannot fill his creations sure drought
The pain he does feel is no longer to mount
For he has no focus as he has lost his count

As his eyes do open from the passion of dreams
Realization sets in as Lucifer does scream
One more time will he try to relinquish the stream
Of tears he did cast that will ever stop the bleed

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The Wagon Train


The fire burned warm and brightly,
    As the little band of wagons were gathered close and their animals were 
tethered tightly.
The ladies sat about preparing meals for the coming day,
     While the men folk took on chores there wasn’t nary time for play.
Scouts were still out and their water was getting low,
     Restricting their selves was the only way to go.
The wagon boss was talking on changing their course,
      Said things ain’t looking good, best we prepare for the worse.
He said I know another way but it’ll be harder at first.
     But about a weeks ride south there’ll be plenty of water to fill our thirst.
Bright and early next morn the little train pulled out,
    Changing its direction added miles there was no doubt.
As they slowly plodded on the desert took on a new look,
    But the sun still shone brightly in the day they all cooked.
The third day in the scout came riding up,
     Said it’s a good thing ya’ll changed directions as he reached for the cup.
He said the last three water holes were only sporting dust,
     Real early next morning the old scout lit out said he’d find water for it was a 
He strapped a couple of small kegs on an ole pack mule,
      Took along a shovel in cased he’d need a tool.
Less than a day out he was taken by surprise,
       Found an old dry creek bed that had just been on a rise.
There stood a solid rock basin as full as it could be,
       He plopped down and drank his fill then rested for a moment by an old 
mesquite tree.
He filled up the little kegs then he headed on back,
       When he caught up with the train he told of the water and said there were all 
kinds of animal tracks.
Next day they made it there to this little glory hole,
      And rested up for a few days and then took off to their destined goal.
 You just hope for the best, 
       And make sure your guide knows the way west.
There is no guarantees whether you make it or not,
       The trip out west you’re either wet and freezing or you’re dirty and hot.

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the transplant relationship

driven from the boonies,
from the sticks, 
from the countryside &
into the heart of the cities
where the pulse thumps against the brain
soothing the heart simultaneously with the
guaranteed promise of 
an infinite energy &
an infinite wealth of interesting things to
sink one’s teeth into,
the mouse takes off their overalls,
throwing on the noir garb to blend in with those 
contentedly covered in pollution---
and the country mouse, s/he does her/best 
to breathe above the water
looking for a job without city experience
flexing irrelevant college degrees in the face of
those who have seen & heard it all &
when finally coming upon something that will 
barely pay anything,
of which s/he is highly underqualified,
s/he bows to the overwhelming will of the 
behemoth &
lives to reap the benefits of being at the
center of the heartbeat
for one more minute---
but the transplant, s/he grows weary,
because the living costs go up
but no one ever offers more to her/him &
as new blood from all over the world pumps in,
s/he begins to forget why s/he came here in the first place,
doing all that s/he can to stay breathing above the water,
getting a second job to supplement the worthless first one &
living hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
hand to mouth,
while the college loans come knocking at the door
(and they don’t give a *****how hip ya think ya are) &
s/he ain’t getting any younger---
the water begins to flood in the mouth as the
arms begin to flail,
gasping ensues,
the water gets into the lungs &
the city laughs in the face of the little mouse on her/his last leg, saying,
“this place ain’t big enough for the both of us.”

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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

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A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.

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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


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


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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the ordeal

there was a time 
back when people believed that dragons
roamed the country side,
back when kids were scared of the 
trolls in the forest,
back when the world was flat &
everything in the sky revolved around this
big rock,
where the cauldron of water was set over a
fire &
a small stone was thrown inside---
as the water boiled,
bubbling hot & spitting,
you would be made to stuff your bare arm down 
in the attempt that you might find the
stone &
you would be forced by those behind you
to stay in the cauldron 
until your boiling flesh did
grasp the small stone &
pull it out, flailing in violent,
unimaginable pain.

after a few days,
a priest would come to check out the arm,
making the “holy” decision
that if it was healing
you were innocent of whatever bogus crime
you’d been accused of &
if it wasn’t,
then because said sanctified pederast said so,
you would undergo an even harsher 

ah yes, that “ultimate justice”
that once came with organized

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push-ups for jesus: part I

johnny doe you know he did
push-ups for jesus + johnny doe 
you know he did one in the morn
after watching porn + keeping his
arms strong in the characters name 
he exerted himself for the savior 
he did push-ups for jesus + he found 
himself getting stronger + yes he did 
his push-ups for the man with the 
plan the messiah coming back again 
+ johnny went down n’ told his 
mommy “momma, i’ve just done
my reps for the day, do ya think 
mr. christ will like me that way?” +
johnny went to the gym and did 
his flexes n’ his raising of the 
weighted bar---he kept in line he
didn’t go to far he never let them 
eyes of his wander + johnny walked
the straight n’ narrow no matter 
rain or shine, he’d been waiting
20 years on the one who he believed
turned water into wine + johnny
was a trooper for jesus.

johnny was a good boy he kept his
arms strong he worked at his bi’s n’
his tri’s & he pumped them quads
for the one who walked on water 
just for him he knew it deep deep
down within.

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As I Watch These Rivers Surge

Dancing, as they stream down,
Cascading into these oceans of freedom,
As they spread purity into
The salty water,

Flowing smoothly,
Pouring like water into a glass….
A captivating view,
As these droplets of water splash their
Tenderness everywhere,
A-h-h-h! This tempting vision,
As I sat there pondering,
Contemplating, meditating…
I closed my eyes,
Craving for that sensation once more,
The sensation of tenderness   that

The sound of its pure waters chanted…
I once again was enchanted
By its allure,
For the world around me was pure,

As feelings slithered underneath
Its soothing waves,
Sympathy, comprehension, empathy
All came drenching me,
I smiled for I inhaled the odor
Of sweetness,

The perfume of perfection,
Mmm! As I smelt its scent!
It allayed me with every breath…
It caressed my flesh,

Dawn, as the sun began to rise,
As tears rejoiced in my eyes…
I continued staring at the flowing river,
As its movement slowed down…

As memories rushed back
I smiled…for I knew everything is evanescent,
“Forever” is never to join with happiness …

As I closed my eyes,
Trying not to remember…
The chanting melodies gradually faded,
Until they completely stopped,

I opened my eyes,
Feeling deep remorse, realizing
That the river’s flow completely ceased…

Everything came to an end.

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standing in water

Standing in water beginning to rise
Over my knees now past my thighs
What have I done here? Beginning to drowned
Everything that goes up, must come down

I’m drowning in water, I’m drowning in shame
I’m drowning and I’m the only one to blame
I ‘m drowning in water. I’m drowning in guilt
I’m drowning and there’s no way out 

Suffocation I cant breathe 
The only way now to escape me
Letting go of the past
The only way I will last

I’m drowning in water, I drowning in shame
I’m drowning and I’m the only one that’s to blame
I’m drowning in water, I’m drowning in guilt
I’m drowning and there’s no way out

Running away is all that’s left
Hiding away, what I do best
Doing wrong is all I know how
There’s no good left in me now

I’m drowning in water, I’m drowning in shame
I’m drowning and I’m the only one that’s to blame
I’m drowning in water I’m drowning in guilt
I’m drowning and there’s no way out

I’m drowning in water and there’s no escape
No escape from me

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Light of Rain

Mystical showers prepare your heart

As drops of dew from clouds they do part

The being who created all from him

Can no longer suffer from your crying sin

As rain from his eyes cover all to begin

It cleanses your heart as life starts to win

Now is the day for the light to shine through

As the darkness is dead and the good has won you

The deafening tones of hells remorse

Cant over power the saints endless voice

As tears from below turn into steaming bliss

The tears from your soul are ending your abyss

For all to bear arms is the call of the dark

As the end is soon to show her face and embark

Time will stand still when the tears are in form

As the water on your cheek is the end of your scorn

Refreshing your mind as the water runs low

Replenish your heart while its white with its glow

For not too long will turn itself black

As the light from the rain with heed your luck back

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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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The ocean

An ocean to the left of me;
As I walk down this dirt road

A place I've never seen before;
Some how , yet I know

Trees, they line the enbankment,
giving this path a shade

The serenity that I feel in this place,
is one I would not trade

Ahead and to theright, 
a waterfall does glisten

I stop my journy for a moment,
just to stand and listen 

The water falls so freely;
Streaks of sun shines through the trees

The feeling of mist upon my face,
making me feel so free

Flowers of all colors surround me;
As I sit on this bench made of stone

The only sound, the water falling
and I know I am totally alone

Feeling the breeze upon my face,
remembering why I  love this place so

Many places left to explore now, 
I stand, 
It's time to go

Back on the path,in which way I came;
Going to my next destination

Taking my time, to take all this in;
For here, there's no worry or frustration

Looking back down at my ocean;
So far down and so alive

Knowing I will return here,
I take a deep breath and dive

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How Beautiful is the Sun

The warmth of the sun as it shines upon my face not only makes my face glow, 
but it also helps my gloomy heart to radiate a soft aura.
How intense and powerful this star we call the sun.
As it slowly seeps up over the horizon from the East, it already begins its 
marvelous shimmer. 	The radiant reds, fiery oranges, and even a touch of 
yellow- for good measure. 
Once it is risen from the horizon level it is so majestic, 
How it mirrors over the ocean and along the beach. It continues to rise overhead, 
while we scurry about our day and hectic lives. 
We take its energy and light for granted not even thinking twice about if it were not 
Yes I believe sunrises are so special, but have you seen the brilliance of colors 
in the sky when it is time for the sun to set.
They say if the sun is setting over the water you can hear it hiss.
As for me I would like to think it is true.
Some of the most beautiful sunsets occur over the water with pretty shades of 
pinks, peach, and not to mention those purple colors. The way the colored 
clouds seem to signal the end of another glorious day of light from our intense 
star, the sun.

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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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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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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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Black River

Sitting on the river bank
while black water pools and slips away
cleanses the spirit of all that was
with a spit polish brass on the dullest day
Invading the current with questioning
with feet skinned in white and bones
catching the answers in black water leaves
while they linger, then sink to their home
All of the motion, in rocking, in waves
All of the sounds brim with life
strip me to soul strings and play me like music
an orchestra dark and deprived
I'll never settle in silt and starvation
I'll never sink like a stone
Catch me a current out on the black river
Carry me back home, alone.

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Waves of Worry

Walking by the edge of the ocean
I think of all the times you let me down
Deceived me 
Lied to me
Hurt me 
Abused me
I drag my feet in the sand
Let the water wash the troubles from my feet
Pick up a seashell
Turn it in my hands
Think of my life
My life as the shell
Wrinkled and withered
Abandoned by others
Abandoned by myself
Left for the emptiness
And the grievance of others
The shell chipping away
Like my life has chipped away
Piece falling here
Falling there
Falling all to pieces
A steady tear rolls down my cheek
I began to throw the shell in the ocean
Just like I wish to throw myself
I begin wading in the shallow water
Going deeper and deeper into the ocean
The waves are rolling over my torso
The saltiness is burning my skin
Just like the put downs have burnt my heart and spirit
I walk further out
Until I cant walk any more
I hold the shell
My life
Close to my heart
Clutch with my hands, heart, and soul
Steadily begin to sink to the bottom
Still clutching my shell
I open my eyes under water
The fish are translucent
The water is fluorescent
I let the waves wash over me
I sink into the dark unknowing
The last I see is the red translucent fish with big teeth swimming hurriedly at me

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Where I Walk

On the sweltering sands of this hourglass
is where I walk....

My bare feet blister. 
It feels as though I am walking on hot coals.
As I struggle to walk,
I see images of beautiful lakes and ponds.
The hot air, with its lies and deceit,
has fooled my brain into believing
that the crystal pools of water ahead of me
are genuine.
But soon I realize that
the only water for miles is my own perspiration. 

I have no one here....

My only company is the tiny grains of sand--
an audience of orange, white, and black.
But the wind continually picks them up
and carries them to a new world,
away from me.
Everyone here is bored with my performance.
What is it I have done?

Sadly, I explore this empty world
with my brown marble eyes, 
looking for someone....
I realize that I am surrounded by magnificent artwork--
beautiful mountainous sculptures
that mirror the smooth flow of the wind.
But rather than enjoying this desert's art gallery,
I instead tell myself that
these sculptures are another obstacle
that I must face 
to find my way out of this lonely barren world.

I cup my hands around my mouth and plead,
"Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?"

No echo.

No reply. 

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ocean waves

the sky is dark, sea is calm
so gentle it can cause no harm
the cold water laps my feet
so cold it takes away all the heat
i wade in to at least waist deep
finally awake from restless sleep
i sink down as cold water hits my face
everything once more in it's place
the ocean waves away all my fear
this is why i love to be here
there is nothing dangerous about the sea
for this place is a part of me
i swim down to the ocean floor
my body aches for oxygen more
i rise up again to the air
until my lungs are to fill to bare
again i sink back to the floor
as i slowing swim back to the shore
foot steps left in the sand
back to real life on the land
on the beach where we all bathe
as i say goodbye to the ocean waves

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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

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

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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About The Year '72 Part 1

About the year '72
I mean nineteen hundred and '72
It's a year we'll not forget
The snow began October 1st
Day after day there was more and to make it worse
The winds were fierce, The snow did move 
Covering up any and everything in it way
Billy would plow us out 
As I'd take the kids to school,
Wait for me and plow me back in was the rule.
He'd then be free to begin his feeding chores
He had a cleat tractor, (I called it a cat)
Which he used to dig out the hay stacks and feed with
He’d cable the stack onto the hay sled
And head for the pastures where the cattle were fed
He’d put it in low gear and climb aboard the stack of hay
And pitch it to the eager critters along the way
Pasture after pasture, herd after herd
Until a stack and a half had been fed.
He’d park the rig.  
In his pickup were the tools to break the ice in the tanks
Usually an axe and the pitch fork it’d take
He’d chop up the ice and pitch it out of the tank
Giving the cattle fresh water to drink
Twice and sometime three a day
To make sure the water would help wash down the hay
This accomplished he’s scatter mineral cubes
To ensure the health of his herd.
Then and only then would he come into dinner
And a chance to get warm before he went out again
The remainder of the day was spent 
Digging out hay for the next days feed.
Which usually had to be dug out again the next morn.
Chopping more ice to clear the water supply.
When time came to get the kids he’d drop all 
And plow me out and plow us back in
When we were home safe he’d be off to the shop
To work on equipment that was in need of repair 
To be ready to go to work the next day

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Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left him not 2 hours ago

Cut down short by a dagger in his chest

The lonely water propells into his wound

Cleansing it of remorse and guilt

Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature

As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones

Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind 

The day has cleansed this lost being

Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears

Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways

For now he is part of our world....her world

Decomposing for others to feed off

Good or bad everyone needs to pass

Soon time will get you, and when it does

Will the sun heal your wounds

Or will the water cleanse your soul

Or will it be too late......

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The Caracaras and The Carafe

There were once three Caracaras; who sought water of a carafe.  
The first thought to use it to bathe a big giraffe, 
but found the vessel very small for indeed the giraffe was so very tall.  
The second thought to use the water to brew a giant wild game stew, 
but alas there was not enough; so with this task he was through~ 
the third bird was dying of thirst and sought of but three drops… 
Alas, the water in the carafe had evaporated holding less than one mere drop…  
The bird became distraught and sucked upon some rocks.  
However, she held the carafe for it began to rain and 
she would soon gain her fill of more than a mere drop. 

Moral: A little patience goes a long way when one works with what you’ve got ;-)

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Human Wreckage (Part 4)

I can’t walk out on this feeling,
The fat lady has just about sung the
Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss.
The duality of my desires schism through my heart
Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and tickling at the same time.
I visit the municipal baths site of my hometown,
Find it gone, the pool filled in and grassed–over as if
It had never been; the only reminder a blue concrete
Fountain still intact; no water, just earth and grass,
Filling the basin, moss and lichen clinging there.
I touch the stone; run fingers where as a child
They had been run many long years before.
Contact with the past, bolts in the brain, I am back.
Hot lemon sun beats down on bare skin,
Chlorine fumes stab my eyes, water splashes, crisp
Packets rustle and I see the changing cubicles: cupboards
Of wooden blue slats with batswing doors,
And myself swimming through cold, clean water
Aged eleven and full of life and vitality,
Future mapped as some golden pathway of potential,
As summer goes on and on, feeling like forever.
Above, the rumble of twin engines, a plane draws
A vapour trail, silver cracking the intense blue,
My eyes narrow and tear from glare when looking up;
I see the plane fly away, on and on without crashing,
No engine failure, no loss of life.
And I smile in the chill of the water and 
The scorch of the sun when emerging to lie on
The grass or the sizzling concrete surround.
The skies dim, though, evenly cloud over that afternoon,
People pack up and leave before the first downpour.
Don’t go, I say, stay, it will pass.
They pay no heed, they do not hear me, ghosts are habitually deaf,
And soon I am alone as the first cold drops, big as shillings,
Spatter the ground; with shivers, the past recedes
I am back here; the pool is filled in and grassed over.
Modern rain, dirty, acidic, with trace elements of carbon monoxide,
Mocks my reverie; a junkyard dog cruelly barks laughter
In a distant scrap-yard of ruined machinations.

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Monday Morning Blues

Tepid water cascading down my back
Weary eyes also searching for release
My hands wandering the contours of my frame
As soap gathers, as a crowd around my feet
My morning, just now starting, I’m awake
Yet, my minds thoughts are far from my head
As water sprays and soap cleanses my skin
I still wish to be in my warm comfy bed

I am not looking forward to this new day ahead

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I feel the cold water toch my feet as the tide comes in.
 It feels refreshing.
 I look off into the distance and see the waves of the ocean.
 Some are small and some are bigger.
 Another wave hits my feet and a rush of feelings come over me.
 I decide to put more of my body in the water.
 It feels so good.
 The water is where I belong.
 It is the place where any water creatuer can roam.
 I want to roam and see every new creature in site.
 For each one is beautiful.
 Now it is time to dive in and discover.
 For there are so many wonderful things out there.
 The just need to be discovered.

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 Pisces is a water element, ruled by mystical Neptune! This sign is extremely 
receptive, nurturing, compassionate, and other-directed. As with Scorpio We 
have to explore and probe to find out the depths of this water. Pisces feelings run 
very deep. A mutable nature endows Pisces with adaptable and unifying energy. 
These sensitive people are like the water that flows gently downstream, around 
the rocks and obstacles in its path. Pisces receptivity can translate into psychic 
energy. Pisces knows all and sees all but probably won't tell all. The fishes keep 
the secrets of the universe within and to themselves. Without balance, Pisces 
can sink into a whirlpool of emotion. This can bring out hidden fears and 
insecurities. Lack of ego-strength can make Pisces feel dependent and 
helpless. Then they fall into the martyr trap. Pisces benefit by truthfully sharing 
own difficulties, feelings, and need. They need to remember that they too have 
the right to receive all the help and support they are so use to giving! A happy, 
confident Pisces brightens the world and all of our lives.

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A single drop,
from a dew laden tree

A single drop falls to earth
from a silver birch
Thus a new birth.
This single drop begins its' search

To find another single drop
to join,to form a pool.
This gathering will never stop

This tiny silver rivulet,
joined by others
Forming a stream,
with its brothers

This stream grows,
shaded by silver birch
This water now flows
tinkling over rock
It continues its' search,
to find others in the flock

This river now flows,
cascading over rocks
heavy with melted winter snow
Billions of single drops,
making new flocks

This river flows in to the sea
Fresh water meeting salinity
Tides governed by the moon
This single drop
Its life will end soon

A single drop carried high
far in to the sky
From the immense blue sea,
caught by billowing cloud
To be delivered to me

A single drop to fall
A single drop I need,
to start this waterfall,
a tiny water seed

A single drop I feel.....
on my cheek
Nature begins to heal
More drops I seek
A single drop to find its way,
more drops ...i pray.

A single drop matters you see........
A life event,
heaven sent,
for you and me

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The Destructive Hands of Time


The old Spanish mission had fallen down from neglect.
    Where it once taught of a different way, and housed anyone from the noble to 
the derelict.
Now it houses only varmints and things that crawl in the night,
    A place where man at one time could seek sanctuary when weary from the 
They were lighthouses in the most barren of spots,
     A place where troubles were brought in hopes they would be forgot.
This one had fallen because there was no water at all.
     The river stopped flowing and was the reason for the fall.
For without the water no crops could be raised,
      And it couldn’t support the animals which needed to graze.
The river itself had been a grand site to behold, 
      Teeming with fish and attracted all types of wildlife that was the story they told.
They said a quake must have happened the only explanation they had,
     And from the looks of things it must have been bad.
Artifacts of all type still clutter the ground, 
    From broken pottery to arrowheads can be abundantly found.
Outback of the mission an old cemetery is found.
    Such an uncaring looking place where no one ever comes around.
I found a date scratched on a stone that read sixteen forty three.
    Maybe a marker on a grave left in hopes someone might see.
A sad and lonely place that has been forgotten through time,
     Letting such an historical place go unattended should be a crime.

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Running Still

Let the purified water fill my soul with his truthful ways,
And the cravings of starvation show me the way to my truth.

That the very breath I take could be my last,
So let me not devour it but to cherish the life I hold in my hands. 

In him I find my peace and the will learn to make gone of my miserable anger.
My wrongness in the world will be changed to the knowledge I hold dear.

Knowing I am never alone in the darkest of the deadest hour,
Nor in the pits of the hottest sands where there is no water but empty dryness to 
be found.

For when we walk as the blind ones do and as we talk such as those who have 
no tongue,
Let us not walk in the evil paths and let us not bower of speeches we do not 
believe in.

For when we are stabbed with such a blade of hate do not wound it up and hide it,
But to let the blood flow out and heal if it has no regrets to shed upon.

Have our passion on friendships be passed to our corrupted enemies 
For we may see the night of Judgment will be lost and forgotten and all will hate 
no more.

Fight not toward the flesh of your own bones
nor the beating of our bleeding pains.   

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Reason Why I Hide Behind Quiet Water

It doesn’t matter if a droplet falling into a pond is early morning dew born from a petal, rain drop gathered from the misty air on one of those gloomy day’s afternoon or simply a flake of weightless snow.  The reason ripples created by such droplets are, not like the surging waters disappearing in a cloud of spray after beating upon the break-water in the air, the commotion of surfs monotonously coming to shore and returning sea disguised in white bubbles left on the sands, come calmly with no affection but simple artless form.

The reason why I like the ripples started from the drop of water on the pond is, they spread as multiple rings come and go without a sound, and therefore, its soundless sound touches my heart as if deep sigh of the long mistreated forsaken men or a pure and clear mind of a man who attained the highest state of enlightenment through deep meditation thereby well understood true meaning of the life and the death.

It doesn’t matter where the ripples come from: an exuviae of 
a dragonfly fell on the pond from wanting to return home where he spent his larva days though an imago flew away long ago to find his mate, a colorful petal faded away when the flower withered after its glorious days were gone, or a leaf, though there is no wind, fell in the pond dawdling for a while because it has to leave on a journey of no return holding a grief of decay.

For the water ring moves only forward and, as if it’s the rings fate, vanish away without expressing emotion of any sort when it comes and touches the shore.  Since the water ring doesn’t have place to return, there is no lingering attachment whatsoever; since it has no need for plausible excuse to justify its existence or nonexistence there would be much easier to live through its given life and leave quietly.

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Drowning Was No Mistake

The teenager sensed a flare of hope
as she tried to cope,
for a moment it overcame the fear
that had been a constant,
as she remembered how she took that dare,
and fell into the lake,
drowning was no mistake,
she prayed for a savior, for Heaven’s sake,
but none came, sadly, crying shame,
however, there was no hint of denial,
or anger towards God,
as she sunk deeper almost a mile,
the water forced its way down her lungs,
the fear flooded back,
smothering her and turning it into despair,
the water continued its attack,
and that was an assault she couldn’t hear,
closing her eyes,
she knew life and death had similar ties,
she was silent for several seconds,
despite the battle raging within her
between life and death,
then the glimmer grew dimmer,
and the light became the night,
 lonely wet sighs,
and then the teenager dies.

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The Rose

I see the water drip from its petals,
in the dirty,brown dirt,
the water settles.
The sun hasn't been out for days,
to spread its light,
or shine its rays,
against the soft texture,
it starts to decay.
The leaves turn down,
against the ground, 
the rose,
is no longer a rose,
its brown.

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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

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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.

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With my hands forcing a wind beaten hatch
Out into a vast world of might and spray
Holding tightly to the storm lines I latch
Rain gear lashing against my frame, I pray

Mountains of water rising and falling
Wind screaming through man made tower of steel
Stagger dancing and towing, not walking
Salt water flies into my eyes, I shield

Finally, the hatch lever in my grip
Squeezing into the signal shack, dog tight
Safe inside, warm and dry, poncho, drip, drip
Blue water and spray extinguish star light

Night on watch, in a treacherous typhoon
The howling beast stalking my metal room

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The Clemente Bridge

Standing there.
This is so-called the 'Clemente'.
Named after one of those players.
A player of the game.
I can see everything from here.
The whole city.
In all of its glow and smog.
I look up and see the great MT,
I could never imagine a better view.
I run my hands down this padded silver coat.
It's not even keeping me warm in this cool fall day.
I look down.
At that river below me.
It seems so welcoming,
So inviting if you will.
I step to the edge of the yellow.
And leap,
I fall.
Falling pink-booted first,
And for seconds I feel so very free.
I've never been so free in my life.
I hit the water with a smack and go under.
I'm not drowning.
I'm coasting the current.
I can feel the freezing water piercing through my jacket.
It feels as if a million knives are piercing my heart.
In every direction.
But I feel free.
Freer than ever.
I am me.
I am free.
And then I awake.

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So Lost

Some times I get so lost when I’m alone
The world is made of water and I’m a simple stone
When I try to run, I fall straight down
Now the weight of the world on my shoulders has a crushing sound 

Over my head in a dark part of the world
Alone and drowning as my heart is so chilled
I become washed up, crushed, cold and blue
Life has become a struggle I can’t get through

Other rocks come down hard on me
Stuck in this gutter means they won’t let me be
Each one makes a chip or takes a crack
One day they will surely break my back

I wish they would stop trying to kill metal with rust
Have them all come at once and face me till I’m dust

This new form of life I would gladly be!
For dust in the water becomes sand by the sea
Forever and ever after I would be so free
The warm sunshine would be so heavenly

In this world my pain would mostly subside
But the Lord keeps me humble by bringing in the tide

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Deep within a mountain 
At it's heart 
A spring flowed 
From it, love 

Water is the source of everything 
Love, life 
An eagles' golden wing 

A gemstone 
Filled with love, 
began in a spring 
A Heartstone 
The water of love 
Such light 

Heartstone mountain 
Welling deep 
In its' heart 
Love to seep 

Keep the love 
Keep the faith 
A mountain spring 
Love, life 
Can give you everything 

The water of love 
Touched you 
Touched me 
For in the heart 
Welling forth 
Flowing you see 
There is no other way 
What was always known 
A living Heartstone 
Within you 
Within me 

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coloring the sand

i find myself lost in this sea
of the colors i see
in these waters.
the sands of time dance silently
underneath the rippling surface,
light-refracting crystals bounce beams,
as slowly i sift through the gold dust
to find my one bit of dirt.
i spit out these stones,
create hoops colliding with hoops
for all you fish
to jump through.
my water breaks and new life
is born, slithering to the banks
of the river of the tears
i once shed
in the old life’s passing.
the days are numbered
now as the tide draws out,
the drought is refreshed,
and the colors become murky,
light bounces no more.
soon my broken water is
out of existence, gold dust
disappearing so that my
one bit of dirt
is not necessary, extraordinary
one bit

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Mind of Nature

When smoke was rounding in a cycle,
Sunrays were shining on Earth,
Carbon dioxide and oxygen got its birth,
A first drop of water touched the Planet.
On his first day,
When water started to vaporise,
Gases and chemicals produced a seed,
Steam opened mind of nature.

When smoke converted in to clouds,
Rain touched the burning heart of soil,
Nature took time to balance planets.

When days and Nights got pregnancy,
Time became a first child of nature.
Seeds delivered their hearts,
After Rain, first time frogs played music.

The Earth became a world,
Trees, insects, animals and human,
Got their birth, as well as,
Time provides them colours.

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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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What's Happened?

What contributes to the disposition of people that makes them think they need 
not manners?
Do they just think they are better than I or do they lack even the smallest ability to 
Why, when approached, do they speak looking away, rather than looking in one’s 
Why, when someone’s working in their yards do they not offer up some water to 

The moral digression of the average person is speeding at speeds that makes 
me cry.
As curses are hurled throughout every language, almost as if like water they flow.
Well, my children, they are taught to respect their elders and laws and so much 
For the adults that they one day become, will be based on what they learned and 
now know.

Come on folks, think! 

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Just a plain old TREE. I Ignored the weather

satisfied with me .   I Looked at TREE.

What if anything do I knoe about TREE.

It used to be a thing made out of wood ,  always tall,

with branches near the ground.  Roots fingering the ground.

Life comes up somehow to TREE.  Water cascades down to ground, seeping 
slowly into ROOT.  ROOT transmogrifies

the water into inner sanctum stuff known only to the Lord.

People still tell me,  Tree just cannot live.

There is  no real feeling in TREE.

There is knowledge in TREE or it would be a blade of grass.

People say the life is in the seed or sapiling.

I think the knowledge is in the MAN, the ONE who can.

He Makes all the TREE begin , upon a distant planet,

Creates the thing again, in the courtyard of his KING.

And every meadow of his earth.

The ONE who gave me birthe the second time around.

The ONE who gave me TREE.

And Time to write this down.

The Virgin Birth.


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Losing A Man and Child

I stepped into the shower today
But before I could turn the water on
My tears had filled the bathtub
For the baby that is long gone

For many years I've looked at children
Trying simply to forget
My one true love
Wasn't ready yet

I have had no one to talk to
No one would understand
Except for the man who took me
To send our child to the Promise Land.

Who will hold me when I cry
Not calling me names
An ocean is waiting inside of me
But for now it only rains

So, for the man who took me
If you see water drops
It's only me trying to talk to you
Until the pain stops

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Little Trickle

The little trickle, that ran through our street,
Was a place we much liked to place our feet,
In summer months, filled with such hot days,
We paddled through its many water ways.

Tiny silver fish would dart around feet,
Little hands would grab every frog we’d meet
The silted bed was the colour of sand  
Right up to our ankles in it we’d land

Green nettles arising on every side,
Gave us such a wonderful place to hide,
Hidden from view in a private world,
An adventure for every day unfurled.

Laughter and water were the sounds we heard
These and the sounds of just every bird
Those summers down in our green sweet haven
All day we’d play until night time raven

Adventures and rescues were affected 
The ridged adult world was fully rejected,
With swords and spears we did fight the evil,
And with flags and armour so medieval.

Crossing the moat to the stone castle wall
One of us was always destined to fall
Laughter and giggles would surely erupt
At the soggy end to our adventure abrupt.

In summer months, filled with such hot days,
Childish games, and fun in so many ways,
I will remember those days, wet and green
Hidden from sight, where no adults were seen.

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Jesus walked on water and he turned water into wine.
He's the son of God and he's your savior and mine.
It would've been wonderful if we could've witnessed his birth.
If you feel unloved, please remember that Jesus loves everybody on Earth.

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Tears dry

Tears day like water freezes
and all your left with is a bitter feeling
Why is it me that to deal with this pain?
But than you realize your not the only one 
that feels like their going insane

And once you arrive at this conclusion 
it doesn't do a thing to sooth you
It just makes you angry
Why does such a good person get
punished this way?

Tears began to leak from the hurt
person's eyes
cause they work day to day and
constantly sacrifice and compromise

Is this the fruit I receive for all the labors 
that I slaved? 
May be I should just run away

Tears dry like water freezes 
and all your left with is a bitter feeling

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The Dive

Under the deep blue
I watch the light emerge and break away
spinning with bubbles galloping ahead
as if to say, "It could be too late"
You are down here
and now the thoughts tear through the opening of my soul
and I see them,
my children
and I pray to escape the utter silence of the water
and memories of my mind
The top is so far away
I'm crawling up
my limbs spread through the cold water like an overturned crab
grasping for steadiness, straining for existence
Take me above to my life
darkness sees me and surrounds, swallows the air inside me
and waits
I begin to feel the quiet again
The flat sound, still, unyielding and breaking
My eyes pierce through the water and cut me
I see my children waiting for me
safely at home
while I drown in their sea