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I go where mountain streams converge
And stand with pitcher on the verge
Of a transparent tranquil pool
Where waters merge lucent and cool
There is the grass sparkling with dew
I dip the jar in aqua blue
It overflows its precious gift
As with both hands I gently lift
To raise the contents to my lips
So that I take the first few sips
And then I drink the rest in haste
There is ambrosia in the taste
That brings to mind my faithful muse
The sky is filled with scarlet hues
I am entranced and stay until
The sun goes up; once more I fill
The jar with water to the brim
On wings of time I fly and skim
Till I arrive at heaven’s gates
Then walk to where my master waits
The zodiac path is where he lives
He lays the rules and ever gives
To freedom lovers ample space 
To go about at their own pace
And cure the fragile human race
To make the world a better place.
A water bearer I shall be
With care to serve eternally.

Author: Paul Callus ~ 13th July 2014 
Contest: Zodiac Sign
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Placing: 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus

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Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit

Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
 Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
 Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.

Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
  Without these we would fall oh so far.

Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
 As we are condemned, we are resolute. 

We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
 Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom. 

Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
 While we give our thanks and recompense.

Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child, 
 Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.

Copyright © Aleera Canino

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The Water Muse

Against the sea or ocean tide,
with poetry and pen allied,
I found the water muse inspires
every word the hand requires.

How winsome is her rustic art
that from recesses of the heart,
bring well-established syllables
and the flow of countless ripples?

By gaping river's open mouth,
she'll end the wordlessness of drought
and as the poets' voice is heard,
she'll sail on his dramatic word

then drift into those wordless streams
on metered verse and rhyming schemes
until each one who ever wrote
has cast their work of art afloat!

Copyright © Celeste Butler-Mendez

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No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet,
no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets.

No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms,
no laudanum doses sweeping minds like a broom.

Now its pretentious centers deluxe
brazenly charging big bucks

for twenty-eight days of schmoozing
to turn off the boozing,

and swallowing mega-vitamin pills
to ward off the chills,

or sit in circles with stories to tell
from like-minded survivors of hell.

More humane we're trying to be
even offering treatment for free

but it is still a choice at any cost.
To choose a sober life or, to an early death be lost.

Copyright © Sue Mason

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The Scent of Water

The scent of water

If summer sun at its vertex will not perspire,
How would I burning in hell will respire ?

If sparrow sits on mango tree with open beak,
I too am surely craving for a water streak,

If in the desert, the rainfall fails to revive,
How can I without your love survive ?

Loneliness has left me parched and dry,
Lover's lanes empty, pleasant meets a far cry,

The long dark night, seems so unending,
To my injured self, Is there any mending ?

If you can, give me a bit of sunshine,
Then why would I need the addicting wine ?

Hope is all that sustains my life,
Might take me out of the current strife,

The Scent of water, as clouds appear in sky,
Oh Rain! come rain, I am about to die,

Give your divine showers so as I may thrive,
Bloom may with tiny drops, even the cacti !

Written on 15/7/14
Contest- the scent of water
Sponsor- Faye Gibson

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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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.


Copyright © Leonard Taormina

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Monet's Water Lilies

A canvas washed with pastel hues
In palest pinks and liquid blues
Perfection seen through Monet’s eyes
Recounting where his genius lies

The lilies floating on the lake
The water, greenish blue opaque
A fluid mix of subtle tints
A flowing dream with fragile glints

This work of art from sable brush
Perception, depth, a hazy blush
This masterpiece both cool and warm
All bound up in poetic form

To gaze in awe, to stand and stare
To find oneself transported there
The tranquil view, unbroken, whole
Will heal the heart, rebuild the soul

The peace, the calm, the beauty rare
The artist’s gift for all to share

Margaret Foster- 21st September 2011


Copyright © Margaret Foster

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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.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

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on the impending demolishment of the Harewood Dams

For decades now we've swam, we've played
and on the grass, in sunshine laid.
A haven for our meditations
visited by our many generations.
Pristine beauty, nature's pride,
and now, bereft, tears we've cried.
To be destroyed, torn asunder.
Governments decree, a total blunder.
Safety issues is their claim,
so our park they now defame.
This decision, we don't understand, 
upcoming destruction of community land.
Other solutions they will not hear.
Their stubbornness abundantly clear.
We now say goodbye to memories
of wandering through paths of trees
beside the lakes of childhood life.
Their idea of progress cuts like a knife.
For decades now we've swam and played
and on the grass, in sunshine laid.
A haven for our meditations
that's been stolen from future generations.

Copyright © Francine Roberts

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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  

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

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Water And Fire

Such a disaster once had happened.
Water and fire had fallen in love
Master to hug the fire was maddened,
Was so much afraid to hug his love.

Strong arms of fire enchanted, gleamed,
All around him has brightened.
Pull over to her love water dreamed
But the flames of fire frightened.

Prideful and beautiful was the fire
With each coming day his love blazed
To hug water was his greatest desire
But …to do it he was so much afraid.

The same often happens in life.
They love, but are afraid to show.
With the real feelings they strive,
Different ways they forever go.

Can’t live together water and fire.
One another they only admire.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 28th of April, 2013

Copyright © Larisa Rzhepishevska

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Morning Fog On The Water

The rules of engagement are 
etched out in time
The fog's holding sway as  the 
sun tries to shine
Through a blanketing smokey 
enveloping shroud
Outmanuevering all access to 
sunshine and clouds

The swells on the water in 
cadence appear
In accordance with luna and 
the time of the year
Drawn skyward they swell as 
they rush to the shore
To crest, foam and crash with 
a frothy white roar

The sun punches through in a 
white shining ball
To the sound of a single 
unseen seagull's call
The sand, sky, and ocean all 
lack clear distinction
Reality fades to a blurred case 
of fiction

Copyright © Joe Murphy

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Death By Murder

Death By Murder: 

Murky water left to drink 
floating particles of death. 

Erie presence leaves discontent. 
As something wicked floats in it. 

The bone chilling cold wind doth blow 
off Lake Erie with flurry snow. 

Late at night off cold dark shores 
shadows of a floating barge. 

Clouds of soot from steamers clogged 
Pollutes the air with killer smog. 

When something wicked this way flows 
poverty on desperate corners pose. 

Perverts prey on angry streets 
Homeless children on which they creep. 

Desperately at the mercy of, 
as something wicked this way comes 

Young ones get plucked,like sweet ripe plumbs 
As something wicked this way comes 
Contaminated, where no herbs could purge her 
Strictly becomes death by murder. 

Others with blood dripping from lips 
Every scary thing flung and flipped 

No caring soul feels to investigate 
As vampires odors fumigate 

There's no friend to even extend 
a stick to beat the bush or defend 

The evil deeds that ignorance brings 
desecrates the graves of all good men 

We make loud noises and pretend; 
While something evil this way spins. 

The screams are loud but know one heard her 
Ignored are cries upon lake Erie's  borders  

Spores that spawn.. these deaths by murder.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah

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Watching the Sun Rise

At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.

Copyright © Raven Howell

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Earth, Fire, Water and Wind have knowledge

Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine? 
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define

Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind

Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?

It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf

Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew

As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife

Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan

All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley

With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly

Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive

Copyright © Tom Larrow

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The Scent of Water

Desert dust devils reign supreme
Swirling in conditions extreme

Dry, cracked river bed yawns wide
Depleted source long denied

Armadillo negotiates
Lost to his instinctive traits

He halts to sniff a draught of air
Frenzied digging does then occur

Grubbing for ants, worms or mice?
He digs a deep hole in a trice

Ground darkens to a muddy brown
The scent of water.......his home found.

Copyright © theresa stephens

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Clouds of despair will block out our sun
Trials and burdens each weighing a ton

God brings those clouds into your life
Not without conflict, discord or strife

Are they punishment or sent to refresh
Love incarnate through a Saviours flesh

Do not flee from raindrops that may fall
Let them linger enough for mercy’s recall

Grace will fall –heavenly drops from above
Till the last drop of water-a chastising love

Copyright © Kim van Breda

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Spring Rain

~~Spring Rain~~ A drought has been declared, no hose pipes can we use There has been such light rain for two years, but I think it is a ruse. The day the drought was declared the heavens opened up They have not stopped precipitating; one certainly dare not look up. The water flows as free as lager at a barbecue Constantly pouring, persisting it down, and the same problems ensue. We are drenched in all sorts as drains do rise, and rivers flood their banks But the drought warnings still apply there are supposed empty water tanks. The spring rain is falling not like tears on babies’ cheeks But pouring and pouring constantly, and has been now for weeks. Still the drought does linger but I think I know the ruse They will put the bloody price up, and watch us blow a fuse.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Water Is

A dripping, drizzling, falling drop,
Which hits the ground with a bouncing plop.

A rolling, flowing, surging force,
Which carves the land and runs its course.

A cooling, soothing, refreshing thing,
Which calms the soul and makes it sing.

A soaking, drenching, dousing substance,
Which engulfs the world's continents.

A sustaining, quenching, natural element,
Which fosters life and makes it relevent.

TLH  ©  2-14-2012

Copyright © Tanya Harrington

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Having escaped from her attic on a bright summer day,
Constance skipped through the forest in fantasy play.

Flowers abloom; vibrant colors mix with green;
Constance found amazing beauty in everything.

A shy, maturing girl with only imaginary friends;
Flourishing happily in a world full of pretend.

In a pool of fresh water from a spring underground,
Constance knelt to take a sip and a beauty she found.

Where once was a little girl, a young woman she saw,
Whose beauty, adorned with flowers, left her in awe.

The reflection of her face in the rippling pool,
Smiled back with satisfaction in the water so cool.

Although unsure of herself in many different ways,
She saw confidence growing in the face that she gazed.

The water refreshed her when she finally took a drink,
But the reflection was more fulfilling for Constance, I think.

by, Joe Flach.  For Constance's "Reflection" contest.

Copyright © Joe Flach

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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

Copyright © Sabina Nicole

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"Water Lily"

I am a water Lily,
my petals are quite frilly.

I thrive on abundant waters,
the flowing streams, my AORTAS.

Great beauty in flowing scene,
planted in life’s flowing stream.

My nectar is quite neat,
my honey dew is sweet.

It is in April and May,
broad leaves on water I lay.

When I prepare to pray,
in nature’s usual way.

Being love’s Lily of life, 
manifesto of love not strife.

Having variety of colors,
love imitates no others.

Please enjoy my view,
my beauty I give to you.

I sway in the gentle breeze,
with awesome beauty, I please.

From a world of useless strife,
come and quiet your very life.

Come and sit by my side,
on my river so very wide.

And let your conscience awake,
love’s nature made no mistake.

Love only made me for you,
as truth, I am as skies so blue.

Nature’s awesome retreat,
numerous days to repeat.

Petals of beauty  quite neat,
a  natural of love’s feat. 

Contest; The Flower
In Honor of; Rambling Poet 

Place #7

Copyright © john freeman

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Sea Wolves

Searchin' the waves for sight of a sail. 
Throwin' back hearty tankards of ale. 
" Sails to port, " the lookout did call. 
So excited was he that he nearly did fall. 
Closin' in on the prey excitement grows. 
In less than an hour we'll come to blows. 
Ocean spray feels good on my face. 
Closer and closer we're winnin' the race. 
" Weapons in hand, " I cry from the poop. 
My wolves get ready as we near the sloop. 
The vessel did gleam, she's a true beauty. 
My blood is boilin' for my pirates booty. 
" At her lads, " I yell through a death grin. 
We swarmed so fast the fight did barely begin. 
The fight was swift but it was bloody. 
After spyin' the treasure I knew we'd been lucky. 
Out of the chest gold spilled to the deck. 
Loot her and burn her, we'll sink this wreck. 
Back to our ship we take our loot. 
Survivors on the plank their gettin' the boot. 
Twas just another day in a pirates life. 
You've got to be quick and sharp as a knife.

Copyright © Scott Williams

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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

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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Wolf Drinking Water by Moonlight

Never a crescent but opalescent
This globe, suspended and always present
And the Wolf cannot be flesh or bone
In this void in time's dim desert zone

The Wolf drinks water by frozen moonlight
Tween slurps She's panting with all of her might
Behind Her is cool, clear space, not a sound
Only the dream, the moon, the pond, the ground

Before Her, Her own urge to lap abounds
Wet shadow animates Her slurping sounds
As She's prowling, the dreams of human minds
Resume here, and secret voices She finds

While the Wolf lingers in psychic powers
None shall wake, but quake, for several hours
Their minds in this clearing, none can hide
Into this stretch they've strayed, some petrified

Sleeping souls, unseen, drift round Her shadow
Longing to escape to some green meadow
Gathered souls meld with Her strange oasis
Their liquid ripples squirm like their faces

In each warm, active mind synapses spark
Captives perceive images as they arc
Meanwhile, the Wolf; in spirit world She drinks
A united sea; thoughts each dreamer thinks

Her lips draw in the collective spirit
Of their curious nature; they fear it
In Her belly flows their merged collages;
Impressions of their entwined barrages

The Wolf's clear as glass, exposing patterns
In colors blazed like Neptune's, like Saturn's
From Her drinking head down to Her wagging tail
She's made of dreamers captured by sleep's spell

Copyright © lana evans

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The Scent of Water

Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell. 

Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.

Apothecary had the perfect answer 
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver! 

Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!

She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!

Love and romance the attar generated 
Very soon enough it evaporated.

Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,

In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,

Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,

Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice; 
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace. 


Copyright © hija de la luna

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The scent of water

Was just dust so barren so bare
No one bothered no one to care

He was a man lost in his own mind
No one remembered when he was kind

The heat of summer so intense nothing grows
Needs rain to fall to bring back the glow

He needs reassurance that someone cares
Not alone in the world, thinking everyone stares

Along comes autumn with its showers of rain
Guzzled up by the dust needing more again

A lonely hand reaches out he grasps with his might.  
Someone to talk with to help put things right

The winter snows filling thirst pockets to the top
What have we here a lonely snow drop

Found him a home, plenty of food in his tum
Big smiles on his face, feels like a new man

Whether nature or human when life seems at an end
With a little  help can start anew again.

Penned 08/07/2014

**Have written this as alternative couplets,  nature and human both needing the       
scent of the water to begin again.**


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Water, Beach and A Moonlight Stroll

Water, Beach and A Moonlight Stroll

Moonlight, beach and a stroll in the cool blue water
you wading beside me, string bikini made it so much hotter!

You bending over to splash water in my smiling face
a fantastic sight, one that made this loving heart race!

Cool breeze sending it's soothing , washing embrace
moonlight water washing away footprints leaving not a trace!

Such glory, sharing that love filled time with you
realizing I love it all, everything you and I could ever do!

Stopping by that overhanging rock beaten by the sea
memories of your body and sweet face forever burned into me!

Love, overpowering love, burning us into just one
water, beach, breeze with us bare under that midnight sun!

Robert J. Lindley, 07- 23-2014

Our first night at the resort in the Phillipines, Boracay!
So very beautiful and an idealic scene for love to blossom. 
And blossum it did, a glorious memory burned into my heart 
and my brain!
My wife, the enchantress that captured my heart with a smile, 
a laugh and a string bikini! One I bought that day and dared her
 to wear! Knowing I'd win the bet, she fooled me--she wore it won
 the bet but just between us -- I wanted to see that win!!!!!

Copyright © Robert Lindley

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In the desert

In the desert

When sun is at its hottest peak,
And your reflection is turning to sleek,

When sweating is making you drown,
And extreme thirst is pulling you down,

Nothing beyond sand as far as you can see,
Even the camel's courage is bound to flee,

Mummifying wind will set you to tune,
At a glance will transform to sand dune,

When eyes go red and dry in suffrage, 
What still keeps you moving in desert is a mirage!

Written September 16th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest' In the desert' by Nette onclaud

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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Water Ripples and a Willow Tree

Water Ripples and a Willow Tree

Would a willow weep herself to sleep?
But before she does count her sheep
That are laying below each long limb
In shadows where light is low and dim.

One of the sheep soon went astray
From her mother did wonder away
To see wide world with its each sight
Which she will adore and did delight.

River rapidly ran then slowed down
Saw and heard ripples make a sound
And were in a mostly circular shape
She never know how or way to escape.

Ripples gently passed the willow tree
And then started heading out to sea
Until a current existed everywhere
Now each ripple is no longer there.

Willow soon woke up very next day
To God her prayers she soon did say
Thanking Him for His each wonder
And branches below her that are under.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
River Sea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

Copyright © James Horn