Crying River (The Untold Ballad)
Undercover waters of rain dashing
The children are cold, no longer splashing
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem, -shallow basin
She cries, a tune,
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her winds, Pretty Chains O' Lake
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from its garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain
When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's awake during winter's rain torrents and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, icy cold naps, bayous shutting up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps
A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan
we are all legends no matter who we are
cruising, and confusing ENIGMA to bizarre
I am a legend, no need to be a star
I am a legend ,with no need to travel far
In and out like the sun
I am a legend, I' m not the only one
living this world with one quick run
we are still a legend, we control the gun
drinking all the water from the dam
drowning in a lake is what i dram
a legend I made the river where I swam
after drinking the water from the lamb
legend when our hearts are lost in the ground
legend we become when we are found
legend we are all destine to bound
legend by the weight of the smallest pound
legend down to the bone
legend even when you're alone
a legend does not always carry a nice tone
a legend is your name engraved in the stone
by : p.d.
(Parents Peril * The Nightmare)
Evil sits and whispers -sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head,
I feel damnation scratching at my conscious
Of what was and is!
Water running down my toes
Rain taping at my windowpane
I fear; I’m reliving my childhood days
~~Dark April showers have a chronic look~~
Motioning me to escalate before daybreak, to face a colorless what!
The trickle of musty wind mesh under my skin
The panics initiates,
But all I conquer and collect is a gash of movement that very moment
Feelings and wants exist inside my head
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end
My subconscious is no longer my friend
At night, praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night
Telling myself it would be all right
EYES OPEN WIDE……………….
Walking down the narrow hall
These Chimes, these Chimes!
Grew with entanglements of crime
In my parent’s room, is where the lullabies were coming from?
Shhh!!! Hush now, I’m humming to the evil sweet chant…
Whispers of dust suddenly stop
The envelope opener, I punch in and out each neck
One by one, they look up to only see me
A demonic child’s laughter erupts
Chronic Pink escape…
Pacing myself off the bed
I did not realize at that moment of what I've done
Cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there water still sits under the sheets
The emptiness in my head was a sign that finally I can go back to sleep.
Falling asleep too the quietness that spilled around me
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night
My subconscious held no sympathy
But, my chronic pink eyes relive this everyday memory
I cannot stand this….
Once again, I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins
Where dreams of ANGELS come in Chronic Pink.
Scent Of Paddy Flower
By Goutam Hazra
My father told me
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”
he would catch
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
“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
“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,
“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
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
green wind brining life
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.”
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
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”
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
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.
as a cloudburst
like an unkind monster
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
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.
Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue
Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core
of many memories and visions of old
Lake Kariba, in land sea
full of tiger fish and bream
The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze
It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind
Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi
POURING OUT THE CONCERT
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS
HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED
LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide
Like a whisper on the edge of wind
was a grand concert of ages gone by
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky
A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective
The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.
A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare
“Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love”
Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty.
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!
Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!
Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!
Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself
by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.
Yes! I find my existence
My desire,thought and
The smallest drop of liquid
Rolls for long
Move to life.
Ha Ha! I want to be the smallest
So that i can make
Another new earth
I can stick out my restless spirit
Hard strike with dead stone
Lots of children in my lap
But I could not be able to
carry pollution !
I will roam over the world
Sing a song of lullaby
Stupid water drop.
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,
ZAMBEZI, O MIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN HINTER LANDS OF AFRICA
GIVING AND TAKING. YOUR PRIDE IN LIFE IS LIVED
YOUR COURSE DIRECTED BY THE THINGER OF THE MASTER DESIGNER
FORCE AND STRENGTH BOW BEFORE HIS MIGHTY HAND
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.
Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had
Stowing away on a pirate vessel
Turned himself in not even a wrestle
Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the trouble he was in
To the plank cast him aside!
Then the boys knees buckled….he cried
Red Beard yanked him up and stared deep
Some use of this boy, if I want to keep
To the crew or to the sea? Red Beard thought
A pupil to over see if well taught
“Take him below!” are his orders
“Food and water in my quarters”
The boy moved quickly at the thought of food
Take his mind off of his saddened mood
A feast laid before his weary eyes
Hot bread and large chicken thighs
Warm milk and cool fresh water too was in store
He ate and ate till he couldn’t anymore
It was eve before the Captain appeared
The boy was asleep his mind without fear.
Into his arms the boy went
Carried to the cot for his rent
An orphan too, was this pirate knave
Maybe this child he could save
Schooling was what first struck his mind
A great teacher was hard to find
Sailing and piracy was all he knew
“I want more for this lad. A start anew.”
…..A rapping came to the cabin door
Urgent business he had to make sure
“What is it?” Bellowed a voice
“A British flag and jack a hoist!”
A war galleon was on the horizon
A battle was on the rising
Oceans rise because they have to leave now
What goes up stays up as a matter of science
This planet soon will be all consumed in dryness
Giant columns of water are in a rage to go
They look normal crashing on the shore and rocks
A force stronger than nature lifts them up and through
Seas once crept up to claim the shore
Their world became defined in liquid blue
Clinging to rocks, sweeping the sands
Taking time to reclaim the land
After all, oceans occupied most of the world
Filled in what ground could not
But when they rise above the buildings and the mountains
Soon, life as we know it, must disappear
Something must be up for all oceans to simply go nowhere
It takes only seconds for waves to become air born
Taking lakes, rivers, rains, leaving landscapes torn
Billions upon billions of gallons rise higher than known tides
Every drop of water on the Earth absorbed into the void
Exits through the atmosphere, to another place
More than the liquid blue it is, what we are used to, is through
Our lives and meanings are being torn in two
The blue marble has turned from blue to brown
Earth is one big desert now alone among the rocks
With not one drop of water left
Land does not understand or care what happened here
As it takes shape to redefine
Surface world fills in with solids, objects and moving things of beauty
Temporary things like trees and flowers shining about the obscene matter
Water is no longer there to fill their needs and soon they perish
Rocks, hills and mountains reveal the cracks and show so vivid now
Displace oceans at a time, over time, rising to reclaim their own
Molten lava will burn and etch
Air and wind have always been there too
Seas rolled out into the black of outer space
No one has a clue but wonder why
Only waves and water rise to the occasion of existence
Laws of science and nature fade away
Fly out there with no resistance with oceans bold against the cold unknown
Everything else is fictitious driven by nothing but surprise at what is missing
Mountains held back a flood of tears one time
There is nothing left to mourn for, after seas demise
Impossible to shout or cry with no oceans wet
But who can forget the rolling foaming mammoths
Seas even took the last rain drops with them when they left
It is all too deep and blue to fathom
We wish them well and happy splashdowns on other planets
Warmth spreads over me
Gooseflesh covers my arms
I close my eyes
Inhaling deeply the scent of the sea
Looking up I watch as the waves crash around the rocky shore
The clouds roll in
I can smell the storm coming in on the wind
I sit up to leave
The fog has come in now covering everything around me
Something brushes my feet
I look down
The tide has come in
How did it happen so quickly
I’ve lost all sense of time
The water rises fast
Pulling me in
I try to turn and walk to higher grounds
The waves are strong
Pulling me under
I am surrounded by glorious water
In a startled panic I reach for the surface
I have run out of
I find the top
Gasping for air
It fills my lungs
I find I have been drug out to sea
I can no longer see the shore
A wave laps over me
Under Under Under I go
As my last breath is taken
I will myself to live
Pleading with the gods
Any who will listen
The salty water stings my eyes
Just as my last moments come
I find utter peace in all that is
This world I have found myself in is beautiful
A watery dungeon of beauty
I fall down deeper into the depths
Understanding that this shall be my prison
A mermaid I’ve become
A watery angel I shall be
That’s it the battle is won, the toilet can fight no more
Three weeks ago the flush would overflow.
And kept leaving a puddle on the floor
I looked in the book, it said I needed a spare part
I went to the merchant; “we have none, don’t lose heart?”
I can send you somewhere, and they do have a spare.
So I went armed with lots of new knowledge and credit card
The merchant looked at my list and gave me the part,
I took it striaght home and started the job, it was hard
Then found the part was too short for a start.
I rang them and told what was wrong
Don’t worry come on back,
We do have an extension pack
So I drove the ten miles still full of enthusiasm and song.
I need a spanner for this, mine does not fit
“Don’t worry we have just what you need
Some PVA tape, a washer or two
And then it won’t leak when you’ve peed.”
I turned off the water, I thought that I oughta
Everywhere went dry but the toilet.
So with some intervention, I put on the extension.
But still the floor kept getting wet.
After managing to fit a new isolator
My husband was pleased “how did you do that?”
I said it's a pipe and a nut, not an electricl generator.
It was easy, I said wearing my know- it-all hat.
I twisted and turned, and I taped every joint
I fitted the valve in the top of the cistern.
I turned the water back on and it worked a treat
The arm moved up and down like a piston
The water stopped when it should, and did not overflow
I was happy and yet my feet suddenly got wet
The nuts and pipes still had fight left in them
I sighed gave another turn, it was tight and difficult and yet
I stuck my head under, turned the spanner, one more turn
The book was ok, but it’s doing the job I did learn
One more turn is one turn too much.
It split the washer and pipe, I knew it was tight
When it screeched like a banshee or some such.
The water came out, but the isolator did the trick
Its a good job I had fitted it on
I gave it a turn and the water stopped in a tick
I t was then that I knew I had won
I was upset it was a bummer
But I went and got a plumber
Now I am queen of the toilet I have won.
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
Use it against them. Im still in my, I can see the double dream happening. Everyone is happy because they want u to leave them alone. Yout inner soul is your GPS, but again it gets to the point where you want more so you are chasing a high a feeling of no problems and no worrying of anything. Chasing hi= utopia land of good feelings.
Everyone keeps saying, well i could have, i could have but i didnt do it. Quit talking about it. There is a war in my brain telling me to stop but continue its slow brute war continously fighting. I see from the outside now. This place is a large trap waiting to bring you inside. Night Brings Creature comforts, nice women nice weather, everyone is happy but it is a trap. You are stuck in this world or really not having it but oh so close. Tomorrow or the next day. It will happen, they continue to say but when no results come, it is always you know i could have if i wanted to but i didnt. Walking down an Endless road. Everday feels as if it was groundhog day. Ek is very confused on why Ek has a bruise. OPening a door at the house, fighting another guy,and football are the options. What is really the truth? Are you living a continous ground hog day and memory dump? It is just so weird, I want out or do I? Ek can not keep the words from flowing out of the mouth. Operation is compromised. It was done to make the appearance seem what it is not but it is killings in the long run. I have to stop it from leaking out. As my head reads the screen from left to right, my body becomes glued to the seat and I cant move. Time races and the meter runs up. Concentrating hard as the words begin to flow more and more, time continues to fly and I cant focus anymore. I can still see the sweat rolling down my face. EK turned on the faucet. Words pour out tlike water as people are left to die from thirst. Millions of gallons of water has not leaked out but with time a million will seem like 2 dollars. I am beginning to wonder why I can not move. My feet are submerged, my knees now. I keep reading. The Night Bringing Creature comforts begin to listen harder to Ek and everything that comes out quenches their thirst. Ek is blinded by the bright faces seen. What Ek cant see is the mirror held in front of the Night Bringing Creature comforts. mirrors hide their true identity and reflects something else. The water is up to my chest now. I see I can leave and I do. As I'm outside, I look in to see Ek has ran out of water. He knows. He prays.
I have a lot on my mind
To bother me than death
Cause am more afraid
Of life than death...
Wheels turning, churning, fighting for a grip
mud oozing, clinging, sucking for purchase
rivers flooding their banks, water everywhere
trucks fighting trying to get through and deliver
their precious cargos that are desperately awaited
sometimes gasoline or much needed machinery
all depending on the driver to make it to them.
Rugged terrain scorching hot, dust billowing
rushing, rushing, thrusting ever onwards
on the lookout for wandering kangaroo's
hitting one can mean break down or overturning
tyres overheating and engines grumbling
break down out here and you are on your own
stranded until you fix the problem some how.
Massive extra wide loads, pain to get secure
permits needed before you can travel
limited to journeying only by night
desperately trying to make pull in spot
millions worth of cargo on board
and still three hundred and sixty kilometres
away from where you need to be.
Outriders ahead telling you when it is safe
to overtake that slow double trailer load
all hell breaking loose if they tell you wrong
stopping for pit stop and them going by
might be a hundred kilometres before
you can safely pass them once more
narrow or low bridges to navigate.
Will you ever get through before the Wet
closes everything down for months on end
risking the short cut praying it stays dry
if you are wrong stranded wheel deep in mud
tractors trying to pull you out, chains snapping
digging frantically in terrible heat keeping eyes open
for them dratted snakes, at last you are free
Moving on only to get bogged down once more
and the whole process starts all over again
at last free and moving rapidly along
the load must get through at all costs
getting lost in the outback no fun
as you search for a place to safely turn
at last reaching where you are supposed to be.
Dropping off life saving supplies and fuel
you reload and set off to do it all again
having to stop and re secure loose chains
three blowouts to fix, pray you have no more
you have used up all your spare tyres
brakes ceasing overheating you grind to a stop
sun blazing down as you fight to free them.
All these perils and many more are your woes
reputations on the line if you fail to deliver
so you drive on trying to make up lost time
family waiting, weeks since you last made it home
one last load to go before the Wet halts all
reaching your destination at long last
finally turning for the welcome journey home.
contest Any Poem of The Week #10
I do not know?
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
Soltive pre ordained priest warlike additives initially a Jesus Freak becoming cold
hearted in the winter. Bane has come with hatred of simple minded people. Sexual
orientation is nill. Macabration indentation on the quilt. A welcome matt with a towel
for spills. I have a small fortune tied. Up is not an option now. There is only snow up
there eventually. The water line is nearer the river then the streaming stream of
water near me on the highway catching all the melting riverlets as they run away
from home in WinterBane. Some men still have strength but they abuse it think to
break down boarded ruins tearing down old barns and cornors of old abandoned
houses where homeless and poor people might find shelter from the rain. Where will
they find to dwell. Because of wealth they have a large area to heat in WinterBane
they have a larger of a structure the more expensive in the WinterBane with sleet
coming down in Sheets of Ice looked like a solid wall of water hitting me Frost icing
clothing no thing was DRY ice all over me a few moments after I stepped toe out of
sheltor walking on the SIDE of the road cant walk on the roadway slipping on the ICE
stepped offroad walking in the treelined. I found what looked like a Najavo Hogan
brogaded outside there was clothes hannging on branches a Babylon Garden in the
snow. While the whole city was whited out at degrees zero. The goose has a liver.
Oh Pâté the liver rules the Goose is cooked with too many alcholic incumbents while
the minutes of the meeting Read all old activity reported long ago nothing is new
under the sun. Nothing there is nothing is there nothing in my past has preparred me
for my future education has failed me for the alcholic eye was ruined for functioning
in SOciety degenerate reborne. Nothing smelles worse to a man then sex mixed up
with tobacco and alchohol how can anyone live as porn objects and still survive the
toll booth smells like whiskey before three pee em it takes the heart to control it
takes the lust to want. I feared to die for I was sinnor I feared one day to lay
underneathe the snow ensheathed but then one day has come to eye EYE Fear No
Snow EYE Fear No Snow I am a man. The snow no longer bothers me. I am beneath
it all, My soul is not inside of me. It leaves me when I fall. As I lay here
silently,wating for the trumpet, It will blow!
I do not any longer fear the snow.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
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
-Into the deep-
Swimming across the ocean vast
My eyes, close at last
Not enough time to stop
A swim, above the ocean's top
Loveless into the deep
One breath at a time
The sun follows all my effort
A sun kiss on my face
Sands, no sign of land
A wink, the color sun-blind
Salt water, around the heart
I seal the mind
Lost in the waters of death
I found myself tranquilized
Further and Further
From any ocean shore
Voicing the seagulls
Visions of quest
The mission is gone
I hit the snooze on my alarm!
In a dream, of wet
Never getting far enough
for ever on a sloping dyke
my finger still can't strike
seas of water on the other side
me happy and free during low tide
the fight I'm not allowed to loose
always on my original Dutch wooden shoes
I'm catching often a severe cold
on the fortress I have to hold
only when temperatures drop
I can take a break and stop
I dream of a pair of golden skates
until then animal bones icy mates
forever my finger stuck in that hole
hardly time for a relaxing stroll
day in day out I am outside
thanks to me no flood tide
for once I want you all to know
the book is only a disguising show
for I stand every single day
for hours and hours the same way
I'm not always that nice guy
now you know the reasons why
I wanted you to know the true story
and for that I am absolutely not sorry
because of me my lowlands flourish
a whole nation I nourish
with dry feet and safe land
I really know at first hand
I myself stopped that water leak
that never became a flooding creek
Hans Brinkers is my name
this poem my claim to fame
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker.
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver.
Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche.
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day.
So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace.
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace.
Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke.
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke.
Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed.
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed.
Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence.
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence.
Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus.
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose.
Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below.
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow.
Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'.
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette.
Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth.
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot.
Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance.
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance.
Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake.
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake.
Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act.
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact.
Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam.
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam.
Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity.
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity.
Exponential theory, base of schematics.
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics.
Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity.
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy.
Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase.
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
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"
In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck
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
I'm feeling Watered, Just now Life has a lot of Wetness.
Spaces, Places and Crevices, some I like, some I don't mind and The Places I just Hate to see any kind of Dampness.
Raining down, lying on the ground, Something telling Me what Water is doing.
The taste is good and bad. The feelings I have about this - are a little jumbled.
Smelling, is it Me, I smell.
I have went on for this moment realizing the Font has grown and I don't know why but it's like the problems with my water laying in the puddle trying to fix my Pipes that are exploding apart.
It wants to make me Cry, More stupid wetness.
When Spring turned in to a Summers day
The Summer Queen returned to play
The warm days......
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 ,
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
The joy of life,
continues to amaze
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
Summer cannot last..............
For, on the horizon
Autumn leaves cast,
thus begins the circle again
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
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,
S H I NE S,
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
The water wakes that the water makes
transforms me into odder shapes
other times I turn to brine
for sour grapes make the sweetest wine
and to all my children, I shall be your villain
if the purpose shall arise
through my empty thoughts
in that empty space, is what I seek
in the compromise
with the beauty of life
endangered, far more after
Mother, where is the lady?
who cradled me as a baby?
whose earthly nature sure bred
creation into this creature I came to be
when I am lost, or I cannot see
I can always rely on me
Proud as the man I am
I love who I become
for I am growing more rapidly
that ever thought by anyone
I love most the parts, I keep to me
for that are what saved me those days,
Now I am all that I am
the savior of self made
Some people call me crazy
some people still call my old name
some people are calling me a falling angel
until one day, that is all left, I am
then I shall be unbounded
for the better or the worse
but know for certain that upon arrival
my act shall be well rehearsed.