By Ombuge Moses
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground
Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come
It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
I cry indeed
Not In want
When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
You sleep on a cracked ground
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation
Copyright © Moses Ombuge | Year Posted 2011
Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook
God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.
The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.
Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Gasping for air. . . you strain your neck; stretching..you 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?
Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2011
When the seventeen men neared the end of the bridge only one remained in
sight all the others were lost in the shadow from the moonlight. He was dressed
in tattered cloth; homespun gray, and eaten by the moth of strang decay
“No livery”, He cried “no making strides in death” “my life has ended on this
There is a plaque in place to mark this day it says on
Friday June 13, 1864 PFC Dreardon Age 14 was marking time in a prisoner
exchange at BENTON creek when he was shot by Federal Forces. The miniball
penetrated his left sleeve and took off his arm. He bled to death.
His body was torn and bleeding so forlorn the tatters of his homespun sleeve
stayed hung upon his stump of arm there.
War is something no one cares for Mr. Sherman.
MOFW 1964, June 13 Commerative
The watcher was on the water making footprints on the surface when the Federal
Forces under Sherwood marched into the History. He seldom interferes with
history but makes the markers seem to be the truth. He saw the miniball tear off
the soldiers sleeve the man had been a prisoner just released this crime is not
unpunished the man that pulled the trigger is lying in the river at the Watchers
feet. The Watcher broke his prime directive and almost gleefully erected the
YANKEE soldier in the mud.
A Watcher is no more A Watcher for when he acted he lost his power over water
and he stands upon the battlements no longer but He is tearless in his vigil of
Every Friday on the 13th of the Month of JUNE of every year that has its ending in
a FOUR, he gives a shudder of relief certain that his judgment has not been
The rebel soldier gives a rebel yell and leaves the bridge.
The Yankee minion that has shot him just turns over once and lies back in the
mud. For this is judgment.
The Watcher roars.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007
Water, as most of you will know,
has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well,
in its natural form, devoid of smell,
and also in its pure state,
it's clear and clean and really great,
for keeping living things alive,
as without it nothing can survive.
Yes it really is such magic stuff,
because without it things are really tough,
and it often makes me stop and think.
each time I pour myself a drink.
What would I do if it all dried up?
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup!
Nothing from the pipes emanating,
panic, as I'm not used to waiting.
This is not how it is for me,
I live where rain falls frequently,
and I can drink, shower and bathe too,
as often as I'm wanting to.
But in other parts it rains only rarely,
and people there, well they can barely,
find enough water for their needs,
to drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.
For them life is infinitely harder,
they've learned to live with an empty larder,
and simple hygiene is so hard to achieve,
when the detritus of living, they have to leave,
lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around,
polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of the extreme poverty of these 'others',
on my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers,
whose children died because there has never been
access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted,
because we were born, where we were planted!
Copyright © Tom Higgins | Year Posted 2012
What's on the Cover
by Amy Swanson
"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said -
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.
Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.
Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.
She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.
She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.
She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.
She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.
Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.
Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.
Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings
of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.
She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize
she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.
She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.
This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.
If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.
Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008
Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship
the DING has sure been taken out of the
rama dama ding dong
No ones home, the juries out
G-d is dead?
Shell, Chevron and Texaco
have reduced the life expectancy of people in the Niger delta
to 50 years ......
The Oil companies are fracking the hell
out of the water table ....from here to Canada and back
and guess what..then they can up the price of
BOTH oil and FRESH? water??
Who are the bell ringers [Ask Jessica Ernst how the water is in her well?]
Where are the bell ringers [hmmm, Canada?]
[Strangled in the nooses of corrupt governments]
DO say! Do doubt! Do think....
Take a whistle blower home for dinner!
Blinded by the stars [lulled into limbo by Flamingo dancers]
living vicariously ..voyeurs
peeping through the key holes of arse-holes
Pull yourselves UP..OUT, declare COMMIT
re-remember what it means
to have YOUR WORD mean something
re-remember what it means to be a friend.
Free yourself, for no one else will.
Fallacies RING true to the disempowered
there DONGs removed, their clappers plucked
Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll was the mantra
of MY age, and HELL NO I WON'T GO
our calling card.
*Thank you to my muse and friend Rueben O.
for inciting this ancient ding-dong :)
Please read his excellent write [Didn't Don't]
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
Even though at this time of year it is supposed
to be a time forpeace and goodwill with happiness
and goodcheer is that really
something we see clear.
People may do their best to forget the troubled
times with their pain and distress,
to join in the festive fun and enjoy the
Should it be just once a year that we
make a special time to share with
our loved ones so dear.
Ofcourse we can do this through-out the year
make it a time to get together and build
on our relationships with others as we
strenghthen the bonds with sisters,Fathers
Brothers and our Mothers.
December 25th is not the birth of Christ it
is just a Mere Myth so why people
celebrate this certain date is something
for others to think and contemplate.
Times are increasingly more difficult and
understandingly we want to enjoy ourselves
only natrual but this season seems to give
people an excuse in which they reason
to over-eat, and drink to excess to
drown their sorrows they express
as the Special day ends their lives return
back to normal tomorrow.
It can be a lonely time for many in this
December month as some are alone
during this holiday and that can be
sad for some while it seems the rest of the world
are having a goodtime and lots of fun.
There are many through-out the world who
are still suffering from lack of food and sanitation
no water which causes severe de-hydration don't
you think it is only right to spare a thought for such
ones going through a terrible time of starvation it kills
slowly and affects many atribe and nation.
Thousands may donate to these ones to give hope
they can revive many in order to help them
survive, but many loose their battle as it is
too great to cure as so many struggle to
endure the distress of hunger pangs .
The moral of this poem is to encourage people
to think of the world and not just for a split second then
blink. Take time to count your blessings and be
thankful for what we have and also about the peace
and security we wish to possess in the world will
we really see a world full of peace well
in the Bible it gives us a promise and hope
that soon God is going to take action and intervene
in human affairs and this will be our release, to prove to us that he deeply
and truly cares and that is a promise bestowed
to us beyond comapare.
It gives much comfortto know there is a brighter
future for all who wish to take
lifes water free God will do this
a promise we will soon see.
Copyright © Leanne Perks | Year Posted 2011
What you see through your eyes is no suprise at all.
You don't seem mesmorized when you see something as beautifull as a water
You see what is merely there and look on without a care.
That's not what I see through my eyes. I see the waterfall as something of
As it crashes against the rocks it rattles in my ears like thunder.
There's more then just the water falling.
You can't hear Mother Nature calling?
I used to think that I was strange for what I saw with my eyes.
Now I see it's a gift that never dies.
You'll never see what I see and I can't for you.
Just trust me when I say the love I see and feel is nothing but true.
I used to hate what I saw, being so different, and gave nothing but sighs.
Now I thank God every chance I think about it for my unique and searching eyes.
Every one veiws thing differently.
Remember this and respect other
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2006
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.
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
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
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
Copyright © Chyrra Greene | Year Posted 2007
OIL and WATER
Oil and water
Nice feelings escape everyone when they receive hate filled ones and looks can
be so downright misleading to me they hang the head and look DOWN the snoot
at me when they could look AT me and call me friend and the thing is to
remember to get your heart in tune and try again to understand a thing is to begin
to ascertain the wisdom of a true believer the OLD man is WATER the NEW man
is OIL they seldom mix together but run one mile or even more from the distance
to each other.
OLD man is never good at seeing true of others listen as eye relate this odious
tale bearing words of hate the “OH my did ewe see just HOW she looked at me”
the OLD MAN says “ what is SHE looking at me with??? The New man smiles
and tries again “ Oh well did ewe see the WAY she looks at me”? Where is the
place she is looking at me FROM???
She is looking at a man it does not matter what she is looking at me with she is
wrong. Oil and water do not mix.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007
Bharata Natyam of the pole…
Excitement at the water hole
Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2011
James 3: 12 and Proverbs 15:1 have been paraphrased here in the following
poem. You are invited, dear reader, to kindly read those Bible verses before or
after reading this poem.
Teaching might be the noblest career;
But it has its dangers, in its rear.
Saint James warned us about this great trend,
That we might not fall before and bend
To worship some regretful mistake.
“How can the same source of water take
Pure sweet water and make it bitter? ”
In slanders every single letter
Causes the fire of hatred to grow;
But a kind answer frees and lets go!
For teaching is the noblest career;
But it has its danger, in its rear.
Copyright © Laila Fares | Year Posted 2006
Raining. Ants run to there empires fulfilled
Stones. Lizards into round holes eventually
Chicks covered with maternal quills
Warm away the chilly zone of the great bird of prey
Just as the Catfishes praise their water source for its abundance
Against the long beaky birds
Young brilliant Bob holds with gratitude
His lasting saviour who before then has punished
The now submissive dumb bullies
This annum, grains shall be the name of this
Field, thought the young old farmer as he laughed at his fallow field.
Grasses move rhythmically to the tune of the gentle breeze
In locustal relieve. Above them stood the trees,
Relieved from the frightening chain saw pollution,
Breaking and gyrating with the whirlwind and also
Being thankful, through its flowers, to
The sojourning agents who have come to help, breed and sing
The parasites live well at last in their unwelcome hosts
The anticlockwise mass looks hopeful
Believes that the application of destructive weapons
By the Sapiens, who have injured its much-adored body
Would stop and that their inter conflicts will be long gone.
That it’s involuntary coughs and sneezes will die down
Is one of its believes
The greatest light shines in conformity with
The Earth and the Moon as it aids the sky
In the recycle the. willful sky covers the Earth willing
To give water when the time comes.
The wind's hot and cold breathe
Still moves around giving life to all hoping
That its anger comes not at all.
Without much of it they fall down,
Pleasing the long waiting plants with it wets stains
And freezing the plains of the north and south.
Copyright © Hakeem Sotayo Aro | Year Posted 2006
water divides lands…
rainbow bridges us, you see
what it really mean?
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.
2006 from writespot.org ????
Copyright © joseph bejcek poewhit | Year Posted 2012
Never am eye ever counting my self worth in the amounts and measures of this
world the many blankets that eye have like an old Indian man this would lead me
into madness and depression far too quickly then is my want the things afforded
me is gold and silver lines my pockets but the stuffins that eye have and all the
riches of this world yes even MONEY is not GOD and HE has Glory when eye
gather and even when eye find eye just say thank you JESUS even in my mind
The way is narrow the way is hard the way is easy the way is love.
The shoes upon my feet are not wearing out they keep there size and shape for
many months now. NO one is perfect and things are not forever but the one who
blesses us can make a shiny piece of leather
Last seemingly forever if it is on the sandel of his desert feet.
The Holy Son Of GOD the JESUS of the Nazarene landscaping the Jesus of the
CROSS is HE who is my blessing. A good Christian man must examine himself
to see if he is in the HUMAN race the thing to please remember is to have the
attitude inside the forewithall to hide thyself from pride and foolish attitude of self
decay and sometimes leaving water here and there is the hope of someone
else’s day. A drink left out where poor one may soon find it may not seem like
much in the Grand scheme of things but we must soon get started giving and the
good deed comes in living and just having FAITH and leaving just a cup just ONE
CUP of cold water in the place the poor man dwells eye can say with out reserve
with out much thinking looking back eye have been that very thirsty eye have
needed water finding none and eye was thirsty did ewe give me drink did ewe
give me some. Eye left a cup of water for the poor man to drink and GOD has
overflowed my wellness and eye am not now ever sick. This is my biomyopic.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007
My Country Tis Of Thee
My American Heritage.
One old leather boot,and a tennis shoe,a cause celibre.
A belly full of alkaline water in the desert.
Squirting out all of my survival.
Looking closer on the level of the belly of the snake.
NavaJo religion is my profession,
Kiva for three days,listening to ancestors speaking.
Truth it came to me.My Country Tis Of Thee.
Food and water is worth more than gold and silver.
Life is more than a shirt and a pants.
Living in peace and in harmony dance.
Holding on to Jesus never letting go.
Holding on to treason hating my past life.
Letting go of reason in the face of my new future.
Finding love in outer space places.
Embracing myself to have my ewe in my future.
Finding the reasons to die for my religion.
Colors of the flag blend into rainbows,too.
America the beautifull is just me and it is ewe.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006
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
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
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Cold, lonely, fears
Abuse, torment all of her years
Sick of the lies
sick of the guys
hurts so bad inside
Men walk the earth with no souls
Night after night it takes it toll
Can you hear the running water
Flooding out her cries
Feels nothing when they caress her thighs
Smile on their faces all a facade
They just want her bod
Do they know my age or do they care
what do they fear
give it up or ya dying (running water)
why you sighing
goes to the building
the place where it all started
She lost her virginity
By some Pimp some scumbag
Her own father(running water
Runs a tub of running water
She closes the door ofthe abandonded building
Think about your children
My son is my brother
A sister mommy
Pills and razor blades
Drop to the floor
Twisting and turning as she drops to the floor
Even the devil hell'll see this and feel remorse for
By men with out a heart
Pray to her maker
To make it end
Molested at 10
God haven't heard from him since
Make it all go away
No more pain, no more monsters
No more tears, no more more ruthless
virginity-taken by some pimp, some scumbag
Her own father
Runs to the basement floor
A life even the Devil'll shed a tear for
On the floor-Here's the scence
Walls are lime green
Smells like crap
Straight out of a horror scence
A home not even suiutable to fiends
There a sink and a tub
Pills and razor blades
Ah Takes out the painkillers
Here eyes fill with so many tears
Been tring to escape for years
Fills the tub with running water
Tears flow(Running Water)
Silence-pain comes back
Yeah, yeah back back.. to reality
Wish I was god so I could get a gun & watch em all defy gravity
Gets in a tub of running water
Puts her head down
Let it flow
Better than a pill
Aint no ecstasy
Let em' get the best of me
Nothing is sound
Death is my escape
Through the flow of running water
© Amin Aziz
Copyright © Amin Aziz | Year Posted 2005