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Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Forever

Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being any more perfect,
as I looked up, an unfallen leaf caught my gaze,
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

I noticed this crimson leaf as it began to wave,
the end of a short life that I could not save,
then swept away suddenly by the wind's rake,
and ripples formed as it landed on the still lake.

The leaf was carried away and my eyes followed,
then drowned by the water's surface and swallowed,
windy fingertips tugged it from the branch to sever,
existing once, like today, and then was gone forever.

Note - This was my original idea for the poem "The leaf",
but it was revised for a contest. I just wanted to post both 
versions of the poem.

Details | Rhyme | |

Lonely Leaf in the Water

I watched it fall In spiralling flight This browned yellow leaf A saddened sight For not long ago It was alive and so green In a canopy of cover Above the stream I watched it meander Around rocks and through eddy's On the stream it continued Becoming more unsteady It's protective coating Now a shadow of it's past As the water moistens It's out on it's last It came to rest Between two rocks As the water cascaded To the bottom it dropped The end of it's life But it's journey goes on For nature will use This leaf that roamed .

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Pass the Light House


Odyssey of the open ocean 
Eclipsing the performance of Heaven's delight 
A beautiful name whispered along the night 
Calypso, enhanced with enchanted lullabies 
Sweet silver streams, dreamy epic diamond dreams
Serendipity falls in like mist, under the majestic marble moonlight
Calypso, you belong to;
--Sunsets of the secret sea. 
Mysterious-- many precious places to go, 
Calypso -free flowing, floating legend! 
Ride the beastliness breeze above the sea 
Whisper, Calypso come for me! 
Beautiful Comforting, Calypso Carry me! 

Reflections easily deliquesce into thin air
Sedating the open waters -Voyage- view 
Visionary Vessel above liquid level, 
as divine in spirits she sails. 
CA-LYP-SOO-- Nymph Nature Name 
Aquatic of belief-----------------------
CALYPSO, the journey of all journey's 
For all eternity-------------------------


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Niagara Falls

                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 

Details | Verse | |

Water Falls

staring back seemingly motionless in her thunder she froths at the mouth  whips away at the serene background exposes her dominant nature the tears flow against a cheek bone hard that slowly erodes its stoic mask leaves its mark a vividly engraved  memory of many summers past Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Sponsor: nette onclaud Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The leaf

Among the long grass of the land and reed,
there is a lonely place where thoughts are freed,
Saint Martin's summer spreads upon the lake
in warm conditions all domains partake.

The blazing, orange skies, on earth reflect
perfection's lingering details connect
a red, still hanging leaf has caught my gaze
spotlighted in the sun's last golden rays.

This leaf, upon the branch, began to wave,
(it's ending, little life I could not save),
and swept away by Autumn's windy rake,
imprinted ripples on the peaceful lake.

The leaf was carried, as my eyes complied,
then drowned inside the lake's blue waves that shied,
the sweeping northern gust, the leaf discerped,
that neath the surface is forever kept.

Written by Kelly Deschler   September 19th, 2014

Revised by Giorgio A. V.

Details | Verse | |


dazzling whites they cascade on green heights spectacular curtains that inspire as I go down with flow of life’s musical lyre I’ll sing the lullabies of dreams which never tire refreshing the plaintive minds and souls listen to summer calls waterfalls
June 14, 2014 11.15pm Note: Form of Poem: “Trois-Par-Huit Poem” First Place Contest: A poem you've not entered in a contest#10 Judged:8/1/2014 Sponsor: Poet PD

Details | Verse | |


Waterfall Escaping from far confined spaces longing for freedom over the rim Highlighted flowing wavy tresses cascading over rocky shoulders Rushing sounds of an endless stampede racing and galloping through the air Frothy fluffs of white bubbly splendor splashing, glistening in the sunlight Sandra M. Haight October 27, 2014 ~7th Place~ Contest: Some Form of Crystalline Sponsor: Nette Onclaud

Details | Rhyme | |

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014

Details | Free verse | |

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Rushing clear water splattered over the rocks
melding into a huge spraying white foam
The sounds made sent heavenly tastes to my ears
the sight pierced my heart with love's stab

Stab that melds heart to a gentle Soul
a sweet pain born again and again so happily
Fast running stream in my mind's eye endures
stamps images with a clear splash of life

Just a swift stream from my youthful forays
days spent exploring Nature, the world anew
Memories time stamped , precious cargo aboard
faces of family waiting home for my return

Rushing water, a life in a bubbling brook
A memory, a love , a mental picture I took!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26-2014 

note:  Looking back at the greatest time of my life. 
I was ten years old, rambling the fields and woods
like a roaming gypsy on the prowl. My father was still alive,
my mother young and in good health and best of all my 
baby brother was two years old, destined to live 12 more years.
A happy family of 11 children and two parents. Life was good!

Details | Rhyme | |

One Autumn Night

We sit on the dock in the chilly autumn air
Wrapped in a blanket we just sit and stare.
The shores of our Lake are glowing with trees,
With all their bright colors our eyes do appease.
The moon seems to be on fire this night
And we watch as the geese arise and take flight,
Knowing we're blessed by this magical sight.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Milford Sound

(Manassian Quintain)

The scow cuts through the clear water, sailing slowly through Milford sound	
I watch dolphins jumping nearby while south-west wind ruffles my hair		
on the rocks furry seals lazing where harmony and calm abound 		
my camera cocked and ready, every moment I want to snare			
Sailing slowly through Milford Sound, while south west wind ruffles my hair

The fiord’s cliffs rise from dark waters, where yellow crested penguins flock
And mountain peaks scrape the grey clouds, as heaven’s deluge thunders down
New waterfalls are now forming, lush rainforest cling to sheer rock,		
By this splendor I’m surrounded, cannot picture a finer crown			
lush rainforest cling to sheer rock, as heaven’s deluge thunders down		

It’s as pretty as a greenstone, eighth wonder of the world it’s said				
Beneath the fresh water surface the black coral is turning white				
I can see the lion crouching, I can spot the elephant’s head					
Hear the waterfall cascading, makes for one spectacular sight			
Eighth wonder of the world it’s said, makes for one spectacular sight	


Milford Sound: a 22 kilometer fjord on the southern western edge of New Zealand’s south island off the Tasman Sea.  It is famous for its sheer cliffs, steep peaks and waterfalls.  Rudyard Kipling described it as the eighth wonder of the world.	
The Elephant and the Lion are two mountains resembling those two animals			

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

An Ancient Oak

An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun

In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground

In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge 

In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care

Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past

But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength

~ Written for "Personification" Contest. Second Place.

Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the ocean

The ocean

I used to live beside the sea
It was not long ago
A footpath went along the beach
One could walk, and watch the show
As the ocean played its song of love
And the seagulls made much din
It was a lovely place to go
As each day, it did begin.

I loved it in the morning times
When the moon was big and round
It seemed to rest upon horizon
Such joy I often found
Admiring me, this yellow orb
That seemed so very huge
And as I’d walk, within my dreams
I’d often take refuge.

Sometimes I'd walk there, evenings too
And watch the sun go down
As the sky would turn to marmalade
And it seemed this Sphere would drown
As the ocean swallowed it all up
And the night came creeping in
And seagulls sang there evening songs
How I loved their noisy din.

There’s something about the mighty ocean
That makes me want to write
The seaweed and the salty breeze
Give me such sweet delight
I love the rivers, love the lakes
And yet the wild, wild sea
It has a treasure of it’s own
That just calls out to me.

5 November 2013 @ 0950hrs.

Details | Ballade | |

This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

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

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

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

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

 Suzanne Delaney

Daytime’s Demeanor

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

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

Suzanne Delaney

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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

Details | Sonnet | |

Uplifting morn by the lake

Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.

For Elly's Sonnet contest.

Details | Choka | |


Golden sunlight rays Dancing on aqua blue sea Tangoing on the water Seductive glimmer Moving harmoniously Nature's beauty captivates 09~18~14 Contest: Choka Me Sponsor Dr Ram Mehta Structure 5,7,7,5,7,7 ~awarded 2nd place ~

Details | Free verse | |

The Mountains

In the musty mountains crevices
covered with overgrown foliage.
Trees hang on the edges
grasping the sheer rock
of these aging towers
 that reach for the sky.
The clear pristine waterfalls
flow endlessly, cascading downwards
Into the cool blue pools below.
The water creates a rainbow
within it's downward spiral.
Sparkling water sprays
all that lies in it's path.
As it flows the downhill slopes,
it veers and runs to the canopy
of forest  below.
The water along with it's cleansing rain
are nature's refreshment.

Details | Rhyme | |

Just around the corner

Just around the corner

It’s just around the corner
Only six more weeks to go
It’s such a lovely image
As it makes my old heart glow
Just thinking of the time I’ll have
When were on the south west road
Travelling down to Nannup
I’m in the holiday mode

When we get there, to that river
In the silence of the trees
Where the birds they sing so brightly
As branches ride the breeze
I am going to put my feet up
As I drink some honey wine
Then strum away on my old guitar
With the weather oh so fine.

I’ll sit there by that river
In the very early morn
Just watch the sunrise sparkle
As another day is born
How I love to be in Nannup
When spring brings out the flowers
Sitting by that river
Feeling life’s sweet power.

15 July 2014 @ 1225hrs.

Details | Narrative | |


Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    

Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...

After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "

Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  

My theme is: Happiness In Childhood

Details | Free verse | |

The Purest Music

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

Details | Rhyme | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Ballad | |

Rain Drops

Have you ever listen to the sounds of rain ,
As it pitter patters against your window pain?
The sound is like music and it is so sweet,
As it gathers in a puddle around your feet.

Rain coat and boots is what you need to wear,
To keep the rain out,and stay dry under there.
Without little rain drops, where would we be?
All dried up and blowing in the breeze.

Flowers need rain drops as much as the sun,
They spread thier little leaves to catch every one.
Into the ground the little rain drops do go ,
To help the roots to get strong and grow.

Rain drops make a pond where fish can swim,
Without the water we would not have them.
To watch them swin around here and there,
Makes one wonder how they got there.

The oceans are vast ,with water everywhere,
But without that first drop of water ,the land would be bare.
There would be no trees ,no brush , no grass,
If the rain drops stoped falling, nothing would last.

The next time your out walking and it starts to rain,
Remember the little rain drops will cause you no pain.
Hold out your hand and you will see,
Little rain drops were sent from heaven for you and for me.

Details | Free verse | |

Our Secret Rainbow....

Hands joined,we approach
our secret serene getaway
we slowly undress as goosebumps
rise more from anticipation
than the slight chill in the wind
again,hands together
our feet splash the surface
of the waterfalls pool
like playful children's excitement
we embrace as we feel the water 
envelope us with its cool power
and watch the colors of rainbows
form in the mist at the falls edge

Hidden behind the rush of fall
momentary peace we share
as the water seems to cleanse
all our troubles away immediately

Fore we know,it's only the magic
of the moment.....magical rainbows

Details | Light Poetry | |

Water Droplet

I was a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Until lightning struck 
And thunder clapped loud
Stopping all my mirth
Dropping me to earth

Joining many others
Of my sisters and brothers
Bobbing wild and rampant
In a surging torrent
Towards a dam
Causing quite a jam

In a pipe so black
With no way back
Chlorinated pure
Like I’ve never been before

Jailed in a tray
With cells all the way
Frozen in a cube until used
Dropped into whisky
Making me quite frisky

To the sound of “Cheers”
I disappeared
Down a gullet to a stomach
Mushed to and fro

Told to go
To a loo full of poo
Down a sewer full of mice
That really was not nice

Finally to the sea
Where I was free
To have some fun
Floating in the sun.

Feeling emancipated
Zap!. Evaporated
Into a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Hoping not to hear the thunder clapping loud.

Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Details | Tanka | |

Out in a rainfall

Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound...

Details | Free verse | |

Heart of the Sea

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Haiku | |

The Might of Gentleness


Mighty roar... 

Gentle mist.

~Form is Ellip~

Details | Personification | |

Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow

Details | Diamante | |

Water and Land

                                               rough, calm
                                     swimming, sailing, surfing
                                   freighters, buoys, fields, earth
                                     tilling, planting, harvesting
                                               fertile, barren 

                                         Sponsor Regina Riddle
                                              Diamante Poem

Details | Monoku | |


ponds fountain      aired water       fishes' breath 

sounds vanish      silence rules       water moves 

drowned thoughts flow     space for minds      emptiness 

fishes float      down below     looking up 

spectators     on the shore     looking down

sharing worlds     land unites     with water 

fishes' view      men's vision     worlds unite 

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

(C) Elly Wouterse (check out my website - 

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

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

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

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

Jacob Reinhardt

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

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

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

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

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

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Soft Ripples

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

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Re-routing Nature

a diamante

water aquatic, liquid bridging, damming, subduing oceans, pools, / yards, continents digging, tunneling, conquering solid, terrestrial earth

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Below earth,darting fish hear the arteries of the undersea replete with mollusks and embroidered shells as wreath of lotus revels in peace, bathing in the salt of puffed clouds. Gentle are urchins whispering tuneful language of serenity ,somewhat delicate as sea bed is to coral in the moist throb of dweling spaces for trade fleets to beckon the blue. Like so, guardians of an archipelago watch emblems of armadas ruffling the Pacific rim. Man- made vessels are aliens in the waterworld: greedy eyes, clawed hands pirating the mothers of pearls and infants of reefs. A watchful dolphin rolls along, shaking the ark's basement ramming doors of the ocean floor: a world poisoned by tainted oil and dynamites where callous merchants invade the daily haul from innocent fishermen. Along shores, a divide between friends and foes is uncompromising; that beyond words, lord of tide rises to acknowledge the kindness of strangers, if they are kind enough to respect a waterworld's sacred heritage. Caleb Smith's Gone Fishin' by nette onclaud

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

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

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

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life

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The rains are back

The rains are back

The rains are back again
Oh it’s so wonderful
There’s not been rain for a long time now
Hey man, it’s really cool
To hear that thunder in the sky
And watch the lightning too
Hey ho, the rains are back again
It’s great I’m telling you.

No need to water, not today
The rain is pouring down
Some folk they really hate this rain
But it don’t make me frown
To hear it’s rhythm on my roof
Oh my, such sweet elation
The rains they’re back with us once more
No call for consternation.

The rains are back again
Oh, I just want to dance
I want to sing a merry song
My life this does enhance
It’s wonderful, it’s beautiful
The rains are back again
So much joy, it fills my heart
I’m like a man insane.

21 March @014 @ 0600hrs.

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Why do I love water

Why do I love water?

Oh, why do I love water?
What is this thing in me?
That always wants to be there
Near Lakes, rivers, and sea
What is this deep, deep longing?
That fills my heart and soul
When I sit beside a river
And it makes me feel so whole.

What is it about the wetlands?
That magnetizes me
I find it so enchanting
To walk between the trees
And hear a million song birds
Or see a tiger snake
Or maybe a small terrapin
A swimming in the lake.

Why is it in the early morn?
As I walk, and moon so yellow
Seems to be sinking in the ocean
It makes feel so mellow
To see the ocean so at peace
On a morning so serene
There’s something about the water
That magnifies each scene?

11 February 2014 @ 1037hrs.

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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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


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The storm

The storm

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

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

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

17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.

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By The Lake - Constanza

Here by the lake distractions few
My mind feasted on nature’s food
That sets me in a loving mood

The scenes that greets me always new
A perfect place where lovers meet
While some just come to wet their feet

Birdies chirping, grass wet with dew
Squirrels scampering up and down
Dogs stretch their leash their face a frown

All types of fish of different hue 
Swimming around ripples they make
Eating the crumb of children’s cake

In the water so cool and blue
Reflection of a sunny sky
Guys on water bikes splashing by

Here by the lake distractions few 
The scenes that greets me always new
Birdies chirping grass wet with dew
All types of fish different hue
In the water so cool and blue

For Andrea Dietrich contest:  Can you Constanza

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A Pirate's Lot

Footprints on a sandy beach,
will be washed away by morning.
There's a storm out on the open sea,
A thunderclap - a warning!
A lonely ship is tossed about,
and struggles in the hue,
its motley crew begins to shout
at the wicked card they drew...
The ship takes on a starboard list,
the crew jumps in the drink,
lightning strikes the wooden mast,
the ship is doomed to sink.
Fear fills the hearts of those
from captain down to yeoman,
but yo this rugged life they chose
not heeding sign nor omen.
Are you really safe from shark attack,
while standing on the shore?
A mighty ship in port is safe,
but that's not what ships are for...

Copyright © 2007

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Faces of the Ocean

Grey waters in storm
Green waters in the sunshine
Golden waves at dusk

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Meeting with a Tiger snake

Meeting with a Tiger snake

The sky above is sheer perfection
The deepest shade of blue
The big gold sun, it shines on down
And lights on drops of dew
 To make them shine like pretty gems
Upon the soft green leaves
Of trees reflected in the lake
Such a poem this morning weaves.

A tiger snake comes swimming by
He swims amidst some gulls
In his special wiggly way
It’s a blessing to my soul
To see these creatures swim together
No danger written there
He’s at peace with all that live
It seems he has no care.

He swims up to the leafy shore
Then hides behind a tree
He knows I’m there yet, doesn’t care
He has no fear of me
But when I try to get up closer
The snake, he flares his head
So I must heed this danger sign
Or soon I could be dead.

Then snake, he moves off through the bush
And goes upon his way
He’ll find some other place to lie
On this lovely summer’s day
The day is coming soon enough
[The autumn is quite near]
When this snake will sleep in peace
Until the spring is here.

4 March 2014 @ 1145hrs

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Everything is beautiful

Everything is beautiful

It seems the whole world sleeps
Whilst I, so all alone
Sit beneath a sheltered roof
So far away from home
By the river, here in Nornalup
As Venus hugs the moon
They shine up there in the mystic sky
And my heart feels so in tune.

Everything is beautiful
In the silence of this morn
In just a couple of hours from now
The day will be reborn
And the sky now filled with sparkling gems
Will become the deepest blue
As the wild birds herald in the dawn
And the sun comes shining through.

The river oh, so gently flows
Just a shadow to my eyes
It goes it’s way in harmony
When the sun it does arise
It will glow once more reflecting all
Those lovely hues of green
That come from giant tingle trees
That enhance this lovely scene.

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Glisten in the Moonlight

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

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Liquid Diamonds

shimmering waters dance beneath a dazzling sun liquid diamonds ~*~

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Surf Therapy

Mother Ocean please
Send me waves of such beauty
I need Therapy

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

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Brown Dragon

Brown dragon
You boil and twist
As nothing can resist
The thrust of your mist

Leaping teeth of white
Wildly displays
The expanding power of your might
As you enforce your bite

Throbbing shadows of black
Reaching for air
Smothered under your giant back
Yielding to your attack

Gray granite makes up your scales
Sharp as the carpenter’s nails
Appearing to wiggle and flail
Wanting freedom, to no avail

Brown dragon
Retreat to your lair
Receding without a care
While your life water disappears from the air

By: Richard J. Long  

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A Beautiful Moment

A swan did sail so gracefully
Around a crystal lake
Such whiteness pure I ne'er did see
It almost could be fake

What peaceful calm, what portrait clear
'Tis heav'n on earth I see
If only I could linger here 
For all eternity

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Train Journey

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

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

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

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

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

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'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.

Details | Ballade | |

Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.

Details | ABC | |


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

Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;

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

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


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

All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;

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

And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.


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

And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;

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

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


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

Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;

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

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


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

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

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

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


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;

On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;

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

While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.

 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;

And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;

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

While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.


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

Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;

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

In the newly born rainy sunlight.


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

And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;

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

And day and night this gale roars.


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

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

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

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

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

Rainy calamities take its place;

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

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


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

But destiny will always play a hand;

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

And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.


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

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

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

Of normal life, however boring or glum.


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

And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;

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

So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.


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

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

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

Which will help you succeed by-and-by.


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

And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;

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

Or due to failure remain depression bound.


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

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

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

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

Details | Rengay | |

Waterfall Trickles

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

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like diamonds

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


watching moss fall like snowflakes.

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

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

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

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

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.

Details | Villanelle | |


Water falling, trickling downward
wet mossy stones shine and glimmer
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Soft tinkles as they head coastward
the sounds echo like a crooner
water falling, trickling downward

A mast standing out, a halyard
of the ships bobbing in fervour
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Streams joining rivers flood backward
the noise  loud as it gets faster
water falling, trickling downward

Thunderous waves heading southward
ships  tossing, sails all a flutter
droplets dancing tumbling onward

Tidal water becomes wayward
waves flowing over the breaker
water falling, trickling downward
droplets dancing tumbling onward

contest: One of Your Best  wriiten06/13/2013

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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow

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Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Details | Rhyme | |

Taoism, the watercourse way

Taoism, the watercourse way

When I’m speaking on religion
Then I speak about Lao Tzu
He was man of nature
And I love him, yes I do
He said don’t push the river
You must jump into the flow
Just be one with nature
And then you just might grow.

He spoke about the Tao
He said “follow the way”
Do not follow anyone
Live for just today
The way is like an eagle
As it flies high in the sky
It leaves behind no footprints
As it goes flying by.

One can only be a Taoist
If he lives authentically
He must always be spontaneous
 And live life just to be
Natural is the only way
That one should live his life
Live in peace, and harmony
As you disregard all strife

17 October 2014

Written for Roy Jerdens...'Religion, non Christian' contest

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Rain and Wind

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

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In The Meadow

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

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

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The rains are here

The rains are here

The rains are here at last
Incredible this feeling
Hearing the rhythm of the rain
The silence comes a stealing
As I feel the crisp, sweet freshness
That be flowing in the air
The whole wide world feels so alive
Without no worry or cares

The parrots come a calling
To have their late days feed
Seed fills the bowl that’s hanging there
To aid their daily needs
Their shrieking cries fill all the air
Neath those dark and sombre clouds
They join in with the rhythmic rain
In a symphony so loud.

It’s a delicious feeling
Just sitting by my window
Seeing rain come pouring down
And feeling that sweet glow
That always comes with natures beauty
And makes my heart feel wild
The mystic seems to beckon me
Awakening the child.

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Words of Life

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

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

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


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

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


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


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

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

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The Beach

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

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The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.

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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

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Freedom Flow

_______________________________________ Jagged cliffs spilling the birth of spring chant murmurous whispers of beauty Each rainbow holding a memory in misty emotions hang breathless Where echoes falling from canyon heights bring a glistening hymnal to life And I, lone drifting back through this dream drown in a flooding moment of need _______________________________________ Poet - Rick Parise Contest - SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE Date - 11 - 2 - 2014

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The Fountain Garden

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


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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.

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On Our Lake

The morning - Kayaks launch, voices call, Sound moves cleanly over deep waters. White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees; Shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams. At twilight, sherbet reflections paint Sunlight's fair, fading face On our lake.
May 31, 2014 Trois-par-Huit For Andrea Dietrich "Choose Your Favorite Body..." contest

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A mermaid for a day

A Mermaid for a day

A mermaid I would like to be
Swimming in the deep blue sea
Taking in the many wonders
That were made for you and me.

Tiny fish swim in and out
Of shells there lying all about
Protecting them from predators
To keep them free from fear and doubt.

Then to join in my delight
Might come a vision sweet and bright
A merman joins our little throng
To make my heart just fill with song

So then the sweet Merman and I
With bright glow filling both our eyes
So happily we two entwine
As he did swear that he’d be mine.

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Whispers of an African River - Mana Pools National Park

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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In the Memory of My Allen Forest

To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments 
I spent during my childhood 
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and                                                 
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest 
Almost every day.

The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.

Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind 
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child  & Youngman I had enjoyed 
About forty years back.

In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same 
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.

That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression 
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling 
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings 
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back

I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of 
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a 
Little distance now instead of touching the forest 
As it uses to be about forty Years back.  

Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building

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A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

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cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...

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Clouds breeze , wind strong

lightning flashing down in forks

rain flooding the plain

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Nature Walk

Amongst the purple
shadows in the early
Flocks of birds
taking ready for
Sprinkles of colors
and various shades
of green
A place that remains
untouched and

Water slowly
trickles along the
small creek
Where you find
pebbles and stones
so unique
Overhead the bird of
prey with eyes like
a hawk
Will gaze over
everything that
crawls or walks.

The water with it's
endless spring flow
A home for water
lilies and the fish
A haven for the
birds of prey
A home for the
foliage to decay.

Green moss gathers
around the trees
Gathering place for
moths, wasp and bees
Black ants invade
the old tree stumps
While tall crap
grass gathers in

Black- eyed Susan
scent hangs strong
Other flowers barren
, flowers long gone
Once bright  berries
hung, now only a few
pin-cherries and
choke cherries too.

Amongst the purple
shadows in the early
The prairie sunset
turns to a soft
scented night
I walk along the
path by the creek
Finding the solitude
that I seek.


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Water, Water

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

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

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

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

Or might it be more antiquated?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~  Harley White

< October 8, 2014 >

Details | Rubaiyat | |


Swift does the shallow river flow
beneath the trees that upwards grow,
Kingfishers sit on a shoreline rock
hunting fish in the water below

Starlings swarm in a large blue flock
at dusk and dawn at six of the clock,
A stunning spectacle that's a must to see
while sitting on a boat in the dock

Gulls and Terns bob about on the sea
before they depart like an irate banshee,
they swoop and dive in an aerial tableau
a sight to be seen and a thing of beauty

Sandpiper, Whimbrel and Plover are seen
from high water to surf and points in between.

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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 

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Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.

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My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

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

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

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

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

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

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

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Natures Nomenclature

Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
                                                                  -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh

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The River

A quiet foggy morning. The river lies low.
A lone fly -fisherman is hoping to catch a trout.
Ripples and waves,
trickle and play.
The trees stoop over the water.
Reaching for their drink for the dawn.
A squirrel.
Nibbling the hickory nut away from its branch.
Appetizer on a limb.
It’s breakfast ,
wilderness style.

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Morning Rain

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

Details | Questionku | |

Why to Ponder

why do they spread the world?

not desperation
why do man fail to know?

Being hardworking
why can't all think this way?

Morn' sun rises
evening sun sets
why can't man ponder this?

The world we come
we marry we born
why do man need to die?

Details | Ballade | |



When that rain comes pouring down
And the sky lights up like fire
With jagged forks of vivid lightning
It be my one desire
To join in with its energy
Become a part of this
As the great god Thor he rants and roars
My heart is filled with bliss

I sit here out side on the porch
 And joy, it fills my heart
As god who rules the everything
She thrills me with her art
She paints the sky with vividness
Then the thunder roars so loud
And the rain hides all as it pours down
Makes everything a shroud.

 I just sit in fascination
At the wonder of this scene
There’s something about these mighty storms
That makes me feel serene
For God she hides amongst it all
And I can feel her there
Oh, how I love the mystery
That permeates the rain filled air.

@8 June 2014 @ 0940hrs

Written for Shadows contest 'Storms'

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The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.


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The Fog

The fog hugged tight the street lamp light
Like two lovers in a country lane
To be outdoors on such a night
It makes your eyes to strain

To try to make out ghostly shapes
Of flitting furtive figures
It seems beneath the fog hugged light
These figures just seem bigger

The horn sounds out from river boat
Like an elephant about to charge
Its eerie tone warns other boats
Here comes the long coal barge

How far the sound it travels
On the foggy evening air
The dampness fills our nostrils
And forms a layer upon our hair

The cars proceed with caution
While pedestrians weave to and fro
Dancing almost as they walk
In the lamp lights eerie glow

Then as quickly as it had arrived
The dense fog sets us free
And once again our straining eyes
Can now quite clearly see

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A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands 
and cry their crystal tears.

The tides will help to cleanse the earth; 
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!

Water is the source of life; 
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.

So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.

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Cloud Ballet

The lake grasses rustle in the soft wind
grown brittle with the season's passing,
slim wooden tubes of melody;
they pipe summer's passing song . . .
over sung by bold tree
frogs' laughter rising
in a louder
chorus that
drowns out
offers up.
My canoe slips
soundlessly across
mirrored waters where clouds
sway in reflected ballet,
graceful adagio flowing.
They make my boat the central figure.
It pirouettes in time to nature's song.

September 9, 2014

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Haiku 11 - butterflies, dragonfly, old tree

gossamer wings pulsating in the air butterflies in flight a dragonfly skimming the water's surface taking a drink rugged and gnarled the bark of an old tree home to many insects

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

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

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

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

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Her special place

Dedicated to my cousin Susan who suffers from Parkinson's disease. yet handles it so bravely.

Her special place

Deep in the heart of England
There is a little pond
And near that pond there is a seat
With a view of the beyond
Between two trees amidst the grass
That grows so lush and green
And on that seat, a lady’s sits
All looking so serene.

She’s in love with all of nature
And loves to sit outside
It’s where she goes into her soul
Where all is deified
She looks into her essence there
As she asks so peacefully
‘what does it feel like to be me’?
Then sees what she can see.

She’s sat here now for six long months
It makes her feel serene
Just to think about that place
Where everything looks green
She visits there just once a day
To close her soft sad eyes
And look at who she really is
Which keeps the lady wise.

4 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.

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Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.

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Walking Under Water

enchanting journey;
beauty on river's
feeds my soul

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Lake's Water

glistening, sparkling
incandescently bright blue
pool of mystery

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Beautiful Reflections

inverted landscape
on waters tranquility 
natures artistry

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Waterfall Mist

water flowing down
cascading over old rocks
silver mist sprays out
reflecting light from the sun
a rainbow arch over head

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Spray rising
a continual mist
prism-tinged light ascending an archway

artistic etching tool
of nature’s surging alterations.

of fluid mantric chant
echoes the valley’s secret prayer.

droplets in communion
ride the roaring tumult to the shore. 

John G. Lawless

submitted to - SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE- Poetry Contest

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Rapturous noise from the sky;
makes dark clouds to shed crocodile tears,
as heavy wind blows,
sand,paper and polythenes fly and float 
all through and through...
Many roofing sheets beat the drum
like a loud dirge;
The roads sweep clean as 
the breeze whistles along,

And the heaven..opens!,
As rain drops heavily...
thorough bath for the trees in the forest,
the cars packed in open spaces in the cities,
and roofs of buildings.
..And some air pollutants dissolve to form solutions.

The hard soil opens to swallow these
drops hungrily and the dead hidden seeds
spout out and new cotyledons appear,
dry swamps become living marsh lands,
Breathing and stilt roots of red and white
mangroves are now active and alive.

Mud fish and cat fish dance for joy;
praying mantis prayers answered as
the frogs and toads hop and croak
for coitus with their females;
ducks and ducklings waggle their tail feathers
as celestial aqua touches their bodies;
Tilapia and grilse synchronize together,
while dogs and goats run for shade.

The chameleon licks drops of water with its retractable
tongue,as the Mole prepares to build with soft clay;
Farmers burn incense to the almighty
for these drops;hoping for a better harvest;
Continuous raindrops turn into
avalanche of water; flood!
fast-moving water sweeping through the city;
coast and littoral zones overflowing with aqua,
properties destroy,life lost and homes submerge;
Government calls for evacuation.

Contest:"RAINDROPS FALLING" sponsored by Carol Brown

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One Autumn Day

I see her standing there on the bluff, high above the restless waters.
Arms spread wide, she looks like she's hugging the sky.
She lifts her head closing her eyes to smell the fresh autumn air.
As the cool winds coming off Lake Superior toss her hair wildly,
Colored leaves dance around this young girl’s scarce presence
And she is somewhere in a magical world of this awesome place.
I see her clearly now as I close my eyes remembering, one autumn day.

Written By Brenda Meier-Hans
For Contest: One Autumn Day
Poet Destroyer

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Spirit cleanse my soul
Cleanse all life for everyone
Please cleanse us

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Elemental Memoir

A fathomless mystic charade
How alluring its serenade 
Witness nature’s own masquerade 
Mystique that cannot be portrayed
An entity most have betrayed
A spirit that must be obeyed
Awakened reflected cascade

Diaphanous and chaotic
Performance beyond hypnotic 
Earth’s coryphée of erotic
Mistaken to be quixotic  
A creature forcing psychotic 
Its soul the purest narcotic 
Intimate of all aquatic

Enigmatical their affair
Foxtrot brimming with debonair 
Elementally torn despair
Amaurotic and unaware 
Of essence’s lifeblood they share
Their fable ready to ensnare
Romance between water and air

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spring waterfall 
splashes off the rocks below: 
she said yes

For Debbie Guzzi's Contest

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Enlightening Waters

taking a shower
she retreats to nature’s bliss...
     images of waterfalls

*Written August 11, 2014

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Living Sea

Living Sea
Taking breath
as ebb and flow of tides;
soft or crashing waves her beating pulse.
Gentle host; dancing explorers across her back;
swallowing undesired guests to her darkest depths.
Mother to exotic life unknown;
guarding her babes; she's our
living sea.

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Jewels from The Sky

The little rivulets of water run off down the glass, Watching the rain trickle, sadly they said it would pass. The drops roll from the top of the car as if in a race Joining together at the bottom at quite a fast pace. On the windscreen it looks like a deluge rushing down These tiny droplets of clear water that make us frown. No washing can we put out again today The grass stays uncut for yet another day. The spherical droplets one at a time Individually beautiful, and so clear that they shine. A tiny droplet of water so clear Joined with others they can cause such untold fear. They can knock down a building and wash away a dam They cause so much damage to anything they can. But without these droplets of water from the sky We would none of us be here, we all would die. They are tiny droplets of life that we see. If only we could enjoy with a full certainty Of controlling the little jewels that fall from the sky We would all feel better in the rain, both you and I

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The crystal lake

The crystal lake

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

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

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

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


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The Power of One Hour

For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did
     Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight
From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid
     Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night

Nature’s bounty has been squandered for too long
    We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea
Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong?
     Wouldn’t you prefer a world where creatures all run free?

These cages, prisons, contain endangered species
     At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge
Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees
     Is one hour without light enough time to recharge?

Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko’s “Beyond Earth Hour” challenge
"If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour 
on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)" 

Tip:  Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air.  I cut my utility bill in half by “dressing” for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning.  In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.

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Mighty Waters

Melting ice
Drizzles, puddles, and flows
Ever inexorably downwards.
Rain clouds form,
Giving of their essence,
Contribute to what melted before.
Trickling down,
Forming puddles and streams;
Then rivers, lakes, and tributaries.
The river bed just ends,
Enchanting the spectators below.
Mark Halliday Some form Of Chrystaline contest 20141031

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

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

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Pacific Ocean

Beautiful water
Calm like the heavenly light
Beautiful waves

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Serene Waters

Freshwater slumbers,
From the calm whisper of reeds:
The tranquil lough sleeps.

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Cool Waters

Deep is the water of the lagoon
filled with many kinds of things
the more you look the more you see
reflected clouds floating in the water

A host of wondrous plants on the banks
little fish darting hither and tither
tall reeds are casting mottled shadows
deep down a big catfish lies in ambush

The cool waters a pure bliss to watch
rippling waves setting off flashes
different colours glint and shatter
like light beams hitting coloured shards

The tranquillity of this magical place
calls out to me beckoning me closer
I lay on the grassy bank trailing a hand
in the soft water and feel I am restored

Keep this place secret just for us to share
come here whenever the outside world is too much
here a blissful peace awaits to bathe you
to bring comfort and soothe away the daily pains

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shimmering blue lake
waters crystal clear and bright
your taste divine

reflections of cloud
floating across azure skies
mirrored by lake

flashes of silver
as  a greedy trout  swims by
ignoring the hook

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Partnach River

Through the Partnach Gorge,
Super-aerated rapids
Drop past awed climbers.

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


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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

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

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

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

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Island in the Sea

Waters never tell a lie
When silent Ghost ships sail on by,
Underneath the starlit sky
Sometimes how they seem to fly
And try to land on thee.
Butterflies do grace this land.
Not one footprint spoils your sand.
Palms like soldiers standing grand
On my island in the sea.

Winds from north at your front door
Caressing you for evermore.
Foamy suds they line your shore
From waves that come and go encore
And gently flow on thee.
A waterfall streams on your hill
Crashing down your waters spill;
As I know they always will
On my island in the sea.

In the meadow stallions run,
Knowing soon this day is done.
Birds are soaring having fun
Watching a glorious setting sun
Going down on thee.
Quietly the song of whale 
Echoes softly in your Dale,
As night time brings its darkening veil
On my island in the sea.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 

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Dancing silver mists
Drape like curtains over stone
Proclaiming the Spring

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Tall Grasses

Down by the water
Where the tall grasses sway
And the tide's at its lowest
We'll sit and spend the day
You'll tell me your thoughts
We'll pick shells from the sand
Or maybe we'll feed the ducks
And you'll let me hold your hand

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The Secret Waterfall

The secret waterfall was well hidden
to reach it one had to pass behind
the curtain of the fall that all knew about

Then through a short passage
that led to a beautiful lagoon
hidden by the rocky towering cliffs

Here the secret fall sang its song
as it gayly flowed bouncing along
just a pleasant gentle murmur

As it joined the crystal clear waters
a profusion of plants and flowers adorn
the gentle sloping banks

A natural sun trap this little valley
colourful birds singing out their joy
as they splash in your small pools

Here at your feet is a sense of peace
looking up to your source at the top
I stand in stunned awe at your beauty

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Sun Dancing

sunshine dancing on the rippling water sets it glistening reflecting the sun's beauty in sparkling water diamonds

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The Flood

The Flood
It was springtime in the foothills, the air was fresh and clean
The snow pack in the mountains was the most there’d ever been
It was summer in the valleys but above was freezing cold
With every day some inches being added to the snow

A pretty town is nestled in the pretty valley pass
A pretty creek runs through the town through parks of pretty grass
Houses nestled near the creek side to watch the water drain
From the blocks of subdivisions built there on the flood plain

The early summer heat was building up relentlessly
The higher snow was melting off the mountains and the trees
The mountains trapped huge rainclouds, dropped their payloads on the snow
In the hot sun all the water had just one place to go

It was running off the mountains heading for the town
But no one there suspected they were about to drown
They’d build small dykes and thought that they had naught to fear
City engineers had said “It’s safe to build down here”

They went about their business while the water built up steam
Rain still coming down it hit the town along that tiny stream
It was now a mighty river, broke its banks to flood the town
Flooded houses, stores and highways as the deluge tumbled down

They could here the roar and feel it in the middle of the night
Rocks and logs and tons of dirt washed down on everything in sight
Some did not escape for they were trapped there in there bed
There were many hurt and there were others that were dead

It was impossible to imagine such a deadly tragedy
But when you mess with nature you will always lose, you see
For nature is not personal it does what it must do
And when you try to change it its old habits will come through

The houses are in ruins, all possessions were destroyed
Nothing left for them of all their things they had enjoyed
Everything was covered up with grime and filthy mud
From sewer lagoons and septic fields ripped up by the flood

The town was devastated people lost all that they had
The people were upset, they were frightened, they were mad
They moved some out to trailers where they still live today
And now the only issue is who is going to pay?

The insurance companies claim that it was an act of god
That they are not responsible, not prepared to give the nod
The people say the City Hall permitted them to build
It’s their responsibility so they should pay the bill

They were given many promises by governments large and small
Who knew very well that they could not fulfill them all
The people waited for assistance, lived with relatives and friends
Waiting for the time that they could move back home again

The government paid them pennies and that was all they got
Their houses now have just been left to sit right there and rot
Their properties now are worthless for who’ll buy them again
We all have learned the lesson, not to buy on a flood plain

Yes, some buildings were rebuilt because they were high profile 
The press had found it handy to make some people smile
But the average guy with just a house will have to stand in line
To get a tiny handout, he’ll have to bide his time

The bureaucrats and officials only seem to pace the floor
The engineers say “Let’s not let them build there anymore”
But the damage has been done and many lives now are in ruin
And no help will be coming for them anytime soon 

The valleys and the canyons were all carved out this way
Nothing’s changes if we decide to build a town there today
Nature rolls along like nothing’s changed along its normal route
We must move back for nature is the one that has the clout

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Victoria Falls - Zambezi River

A river implodes!
Mist from the smoke that thunders
suckles soft seedlings.

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The Water

The water is calm and still but I feel the movement of a single leaf plummeting on the surface of the water. The water so very silent I can hear a tiny tear drop collide with the water looking up a hopeless little girl begs for help but I don't know how.

My first steps the water feels cold the more I walk in the deeper it       gets. As I stand in the water its no longer cold but comforting. As I stair in to the water I see the refection of the trees behind me. The water so mysterious who knows what lies beneath all I know is the grass and my feet.

As I walk out of the water my feet feel cold and bare. They no longer stand in the water where they stood before.

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The Revenge of the fish

The sun shone brightly on a windless day
Diamonds sparkled on the sea in the bay.
A paradise holiday for me
Away from the grind of drudgery

Suddenly the water receded, the tide went out
Stranded fish lay gasping, flopping about on the beach

I strolled barefoot among the fish
Wondering which would make a tasty dish
Not caring about their feelings or fate
Thinking only which would be best on a dinner plate

A roar, a massive wave crashing
To the shore. Water smashing
Whirling, dragging me along.

Swirling past hut and tree
Tumbling with debris.
Back and forth in frothing foam
Terrified, alone.

Silver fish flashed by
With blank stares.
Not caring about my fate or fears.
Water laden lungs craved for air.

Too bruised, too limp to fight
I slipped into Death’s night.
Who could imagine Fate’s irony?
The fish in the sea will now eat me

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The Sky

When the sky is furious 
He whips up storms in the air, on land and water 
These terrifying disasters. 

When the sky is full of sorrow 
He sheds his tears 
And sometimes he will yell out his curse on humanity 
And strike himself. 
In his grief, he will destroy both the guilty and innocent 
He will make them inaccessible and leave them no hope 
And drown them in his tears of sorrow 
Which fall from his white, fluffy soul 
A giant waterfall of grief.  

After crying away all his anguish, 
The clouds are gone. 
The sky's soul is no more 
The sadness of the sky has killed him 
And only the sun can bring his soul back 
By summoning water to the dead, gray sky. 

When the sky is cheerful 
He radiates blue to represent tranquility and peace 
His lively pure earth-surrounding soul 
Dances and shares in the joy of the people below 
The white of clouds represents purity from wrongdoing 
The sky celebrates.

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God's Grace

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

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Australia was made for me

Australia was made for me.

Sometimes, I just like to be
All alone and fancy free
There with nature by a lake
Awareness totally awake
As I catch the whiff of a big gum tree
Green parrots they fly over me
I hear the Ravens lonely caw
And nature thrills me more and more.

I watch the lake a glimmering
Reflections to my mind she brings
There’s a kind of lovely gentleness
The breeze, my still form does caress
 As I walk upon the velvet grass
The power of nature oh, so vast
Does seep into the heart of me
Enthralling me with mystery

Some pounding kangaroos come by
There gracefulness, oh my, oh my!!
It stuns my mind, oh what a sight!
Such power does my soul delight
Such beauty, this Australia
It makes my sense of wonder stir
No grander place I could foresee
This sacred land was made for me.

8 May 2014 @ 1235hrs.

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Ocean And River Merge - Haiku

Ocean And River Merge - Haiku

two bodies soft, wet
exchange their fluids in storms
ocean, river, merge

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A Drop of Water

A Drop of Water 
I look up into the deep sky
And the clouds as purple as a bruise 
growl at the dry, crumbling earth
with condescending looks
they know that it yearns for the nourishment they carry 
in their bloated bellies

I inhale the damp air
twirling and grinning 
as if I can see
the hesitant drops
bracing themselves for the free fall

And the first drop hits 
the very tip-top of my nose
I laugh
because I can hear the thirsty soil slurping
up the water in its agitation
to sate its parched throat

The tiger lilies behave a bit more civilly
they sip the refreshment daintily
gathering the gentle drops
in a necklace of crystal beads
ever so prettily
they bask in the warm shower 
savoring the clean liquid flowing through them

Proud pines fill up their wooden mugs 
with the clouds’ precious gift
letting the stream trickle down their sides
but they remain unbending
too full of hubris to admit their gratitude 
though they stare up at the sky with unspoken respect

Me, I just stand perfectly still 
breathing in wet grass and proud pines and refined tiger lilies
feeling the water streak through my hair
and listening raptly to the symphony 
of the tap dancing rain
playing across the weather-beaten pavement 

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View from a Hill

Oh, I get such a lovely thrill
looking out from the top of a hill
The view is very heavenly
enchanting me with its beauty

Watching the clouds in the sky
I see them slowly drifting by
Some of them are white and fluffy
making me feel bright and cheery
Some are shaped like animals
A horse, a whale and other mammals

Looking down in the valley below
Trees are bathed with the sunshine's glow
Water in the stream that's flowing
is crystal clear and glistening

Yes, the view from the top of a hill
certainly gives me a lovely thrill

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

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My Fingernails Will Grow Back

Big Sur Jade Cabochon

Broken from off underwater cliffs
Slowly pushed by tides and currents
Found by me during a low tide
While searching along Jade Cove
In Los Padres National Forest
Cut into quarter to half-inch slabs
The cut again into an octagon
The octagon grinds down to an oval
A flat surface down to concave
Grounded first with coarse wheels
Then again with finer wheels
Buffed and polished to a high sheen
With powdered sapphires
A new Big Sur Jade Cabochon

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Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.


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When the rain drops fall on my head

When the rain drops fall on my head... When the rain drops fall on my head Then I feel the greatness of the nature When the heat on earth vaporized Then the clouds above makes the rain When the rain drops fall on my head Then I see the farmers are full of cheers When the rain water roll on the ground Then all the barren lands turns to green When the rain drops fall on my head Then I see the rain water runs down the mountains When the rain water preserved in the built dam Then there is no poverty on the land When the rain drops fall on my head Then I know the God sends it for us When we do not go against the nature Then the rain drops fall on the earth for ever Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam (Poem for children)

Details | Haiku | |

Singing Cascade

The mountainous spring,
Flows its liquid lullabies:
As ancient banks sleep.

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A Secret Place

As I walked through the trees
in the far distance I could hear
a rumbling yet tinkling noise
drawn towards the lovely sound

I moved into deeper denser woods
few sun patches can reach through
cold and dank, the air feeling icy
chilled to the bone I carry onward

When suddenly to my wonderment
I break through into a glade of fancy
the noise explained as cascading down
the waters seem to laugh, giggle and dance

Flumes of mist and steam arise
as the falling waters land on rocks
a small lagoon completes the vision
before me is stretched a paradise

A rainbow shines within the falls
and utter peace surrounds it all
a beautiful and secret hidden place 
I walk away knowing I can return

That it will be there when I need solace
when I am weary and tired by life
here I will come to repair my soul
and give myself over to its harmony

Details | Ballade | |

I love this freedom

I love this freedom

Oh, how I love this freedom
My crutches thrown away
I’m visiting these wetland trails
Though the hips not quite okay
And hurts a bit if I walk too far
But it’s so wonderful
To feel the sweetness of the lake
Though the weather is quite cool.

The lake is filled right to the brim
The rains are here again
There’s magpies, wagtails, doves and larks
It’s like I am insane
Insane with joy to walk these trails
I need me nothing more
Than walk beside this lovely lake
It’s the place that I adore.

Two ravens fly above my head
Green parrots they alight
To have a feed on the lush green grass
The whole world seems so bright
As I walk through wet, green grass
Oh what a lovely scene
Here by this lake so beautiful
Where the world is so serene.

27 June 2014 @ 0835hrs.

Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond midnight

Beyond midnight

It’s way beyond the midnight hour
About three am in the morning
No moon, it shines there in the sky
Way before the day is dawning

A blessed feeling touches me
As I walk the morning streets
As stars they shine in the velvet sky
And the whole world feels complete

There’s no one here, but Bear and I
As we quietly walk together
As rain caresses face and hands
Oh, I love this rainy weather.

There’s nothing like these early hours
Everything seems pure and clean
As the silence seeps into my soul
And my world feels so serene.

28 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.

Details | Free verse | |

The Savage Pond

Look out over a pond's banks
what do you see down there
a smooth unruffled surface
things lazily flying round

A frog pops up its head and
perches basking in the sun
newts swim languidly about
a flash of colour deep below

Yet all is not as it seems
poor tiny herbivores fight
for their very existence 
they are on the lunch plate

Savage diving beetles 
water boatmen, striders
ravenous mayfly larva
all wait to dine on them

Tadpoles swiftly dart about
they are on everyone's menu
newts lay in wait then feast
life in a pond's no picnic

Everything is on someone's list
life in a pond is about who lives
eat or be eaten is the savage truth
no mercy given or none expected

Details | Terzanelle | |

Impressions of Grace

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

Details | Personification | |

Out Of Water

I am a parched and thirsty land
My soil is cracked, dry and lifeless
My fields are fallow and wanting
My farmers agonize and pray for rain
I am the bread basket for many souls
Yet years of drought are exacting their toll
My crops are failing, my wells are running dry
Without water, my land's lifeblood
I will become a wasteland and die 
I am a parched and thirsty land
I, the great Golden State, am out of water
I am California.

Written on 2/15/2015

Details | Sijo | |


              Gathering four elements of life  sustaining the earth,

                    People keep on killing our natural resources,

              Start planting trees to balance the flow of ecosystem.

Details | Sonnet | |

WATER: An Experience

Water! Water!! 
Water everywhere
Not a drop to drink
Nor a drop to water
The withering petals 
Our patience is now 
on its brink
Cos we are in an 
endless queue
Infront of a solitary 
With little of this life 
saving liquid in it
One shouts, others 
take the cue
And make the place a 
In a bid for all to 
have a share of it.

'Let's be patient', 
from the queue said 
'In the end this 
battle by us will be 

Details | Haiku | |


     Over fall it flows
Summer's gentle stream it goes
     Where it ends who knows

Details | Rhyme | |


The screaming wind blasts the dry land,
twisting the parched sand across human roads.
A town's cracked lips taste the sun baked air,
searching for moisture to ease its barren loads.
Scorched plants wither in the sun's vicious waves,
their frail bodies dying from the intense heat.
Soon, these tender fields of man's nurtured hopes
turn yellow from drought's arrogant treat.
Dreams of water evaporate into nothingness,
as the frying of the earth sizzles on.
Humans pray for the gold of heaven's moisture,
but the time for blessed rain has gone.
As drought chokes a plant's breath of life,
sun burnt mortals quickly begin to tire.
Nature's life wains within the devil's garden,
and water flees from drought's river of fire.

Details | Couplet | |

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

Details | Ballade | |

You should visit Perth

You should visit Perth

Have you ever been to Perth
Way down in W.A.
It’s such a wondrous place to be
I’d really have to say
We have the ocean all around
 And lovely wetland trails
If you’re ever in Australia
To visit Perth don’t fail.

Our parks are filled with Kangaroos
And every kind of birds
There’s Parrots, wading birds as well
Your hearts they will be stirred
If you take a drive to John forest
Or Yellagonga national park
Or watch the full moon on the ocean
When the daylight turns to dark.

As a city we are not too big
But we be squeaky clean
To stroll around our many shops
You’ll find a lovely scene
With buskers playing lovely tunes
Street artists everywhere
Oh, you should come and visit Perth
It’s a place so very rare.

21 May 2014 @ 1225hrs.

Details | Haiku | |

Nature And Noodle - Haiku

     Nature And Noodle - Haiku

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

the storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Haiku | |

Scouts on Pinecrest Lake

Distant thunder roars.
Another thirty minutes,
All scout boats grounded.

Details | Haiku | |

Morning Froth

The sun-kissed water,
Effervesces and sparkles:
Over craggy rocks.

Details | Pantoum | |

Hot Sultry Summer Air

Hot sultry summer air.
Clouds gather filled with rain,
float by leave water rare.
All wait relief from pain.

Clouds gather filled with rain,
leaving a small sprinkle, while
all plants wait relief from pain.
Frogs hear thunder for miles.

Leaving a small sprinkle while,
crickets, birds, bees with all
frogs hear thunder for miles.
Sunflowers enjoy; grow tall.

Crickets, birds, bees with all,
float by leave water rare.
Sunflowers enjoy; grow tall,
Hot sultry summer air.

Contest: Pantoum
Sponsor: Paula Swanson

Details | Blank verse | |

The owl

The owl is wise and strong.
At night it hunts
under the moon,
under the moon that shines
upon the mysteries of the woods.
Under the pine tree drops of water
drip into peaceful ponds that echo mysticism.
The forest is mystery,
the mystery of the Gods and of nature.
The pond is your inner soul.

Details | Verse | |

The Snails Lament

It’s hard to be a snail.
When there’s no rain or hail
For a year.
I am in despair.

There is an awful drought
Not much water is about.
Plants that were juicy green
Are hard, and dry, and taste obscene.

No longer is there the pleasure of soaking for an hour.
In a sprinkling shower
Now, water comes in a quick bucket burst
That knocks you off your perch,

Once I got a bath of scented soap
Which boosted ego beyond my wildest hope.
I strutted in the garden with striding pride
Which is very strange because a snail can never stride

Mostly I get soaked from the kitchen sink
A filthy, dirty mixture that makes me stink.
It dries so quickly hard, and sticks to shell and skin
Spoiling any chance of another weeks love-in

The ground’s so hard and rasping dry
That sliding makes me cry
The stinging grit is needle sharp
I inch along, I never dart.

The gardens dry, the plants won’t grow
But I’d hate to see it go.
The latest news makes me quite sick
I hear they want to cover it with brick

Details | Free verse | |

Her Blue, Liquid Dreams

                                    *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* 

          In a past life long ago - she dwelled by the sea…

     A mermaid - beloved by dolphins 

          Moss clad , swimming in blue liquid dreams

     Beneath the light of the silvery moon

          Seeking spiritual sustenance

     That feeds the water in shades of blues, violet and green

          Riding the water - undulating free... like a gossamer butterfly

     Guiding her to the entrance of Neptune’s portal 

          Floating carefree in liquid aqueous waves

     Playing with dolphins and other beloved creatures of the sea
           Swimming gracefully in the night…

     As the astral fingers of the moon’s silver rays gently caress her face

           In her land so far away - she only had one wish...

     To love and be loved in return- she had hope and love to give

          Then a human touched her, with his love and kindness

     Binging to life… her blue, liquid dreams

                                           *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~*

Details | Blank verse | |


                         by: Earl Schumacker   

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Floating Free

Out on the water's where I'd like to 
  in a boat, on a float, wild and free.
Winding down from the days rush,
  catching breeze's tender touch.
Warmed by the sun's beaming glow,
  my smile abides the ebb and flow.
With waves lapping at the seams,
  I'm lulled away to drift and dream. 
And while birds sing my soul alive
  for a moment, I too soar the sky.

TLH  ©  12-19-2012

Details | Ballade | |

Walking the wetlands

Walking the wetlands. 

In the silence of the wetland trail
Pure life seeps into me
As cockatoos all black and bold
So loud, and oh, so free
Fly above, with wheeing cries
To land, this rain filled day 
Among the many Banksia trees
That grow along the way.

Two  mighty swans float proudly by
All black and handsome grace
They float upon the crystal lake
As smile lights up my face
There’s nothing could be sweeter than
This sweet wet, wondrous land
Walking through these soft wet trails
Makes a fellow feel so grand

Honey eaters flit about
They move from tree to tree
As a kookaburra calls
So bold and laughingly 
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
The sun lights up their sheen
And mesmerize me totally
And make my world serene.

There’s something about a lake or river
All filled up with wild birds
And Kangaroos, and reptiles too
 That get this old heart stirred
When I stroll along those gentle trails
I feel I’ve been reborn
But oh, I like it so much more
When rain does fill the morn.  

5 July 2013 @ 1310hrs.

Details | Kimo | |

Peaceful Play

She squats beside the water's edge, playing,
Tadpoles and crawdads fleeing
From fat probing fingers.

Sunlight sparkles on the river ripples,
Caressing a sunburnt face
And freckled pixie nose.

Contentment - a child at peace with nature,
Living on the brink of joy
With sand between her toes.

May 30, 2014

Details | Free verse | |

See like eye sea

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

Details | Haiku | |

Love on the lake

Grebes run on the lake.
Love has its playful moments -
pleasure with winged feet.

* grebes - freshwater birds

Details | Haiku | |

Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

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

Details | Haiku | |

a moss painted cliff

a moss painted cliff
blue water dances into
a white mist below

Details | Quatrain | |

In Defense Of The Rain

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling

Details | Rhyme | |

Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye

Details | Free verse | |

River's End

Wherever our Colorado River ends, 
life recedes with its water, 
it no longer has a delta. 
There are only miles of cracked earth.
Far in the distance deep fissures spread.
Crags, low mountains, stretch across horizon, 
separating empty sun baked clay from high desert clouds.
Dark clouds, with their life giving rain, appear to float, 
migrate over low mountains. 
Darkness covers this portion of earth: shadow of cloud, 
depth of retreated water,
vast emptiness expanding from neglect.

Some light penetrates openings in clouds.
Pink and purple illuminates their edges.
Sunlight reveals mountain sides.
Atmosphere lends interest to an otherwise barren plane.
It is unusual to see a landscape with limitless potential and no life.
Potential has not been drained from this place yet.
In time countless people will have bled all water from the river, 
leaving a truly empty place.

Light reflects from hardening clay. 
Sun’s halo reveals lifeless matter, 
like Saturn’s frozen rings,
but no ice crystals here.
Only baked earth where water ran, 
Colorado River’s temporary end.

Details | I do not know? | |

beauty that kills

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

Details | Rhyme | |

The River

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

Details | Tanka | |

The Mirror Effect

Man on salt flat gazed
in amazement as white clouds
in a majestic 
blue sky, slowly drifted by,
his cold, saturated feet

Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 12 - Nature's Diamonds: dewdrop, snowflake, water

on the rose petals sparkling with the morning sun bright dewdrop diamonds beneath the streetlight glistening on the snowflakes sparkling white diamonds on the ripples shimmering in the sunshine dancing water diamonds

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

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

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

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

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

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

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

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

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

Details | Blank verse | |

Higher Meaning

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

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

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


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

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

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

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Details | I do not know? | |


Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-

Gooder, bursting across

The local track.  Kids bored silly

Outside the school, sneer as

She slips past.  The brassy broad clings

In the wind to her hat,

As shoulder straps preclude her sack

From sinking, she is an-

chored by her leather bag, the last

Treasure she can hold fast.

Since the rain washed away the mirth

Of the carnival day.

Details | Haiku | |

Deflated Raft 1 and 2

Deflated Raft 1 and 2 – Haiku

     Deflated Raft 1

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

     Deflated Raft 2

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

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Petrichor - A Rainy Day

My heart sings with the drizzle it swings and wistle sings oh drizzle! the pitter patter and the long awaited cool that bolt of light and the rumble it is the heavens rule lifting my spirit it makes me humble wanting some more, no rule or rumble the murky water and the ground so fresh my eyes behold the nature green dancing trees lingering beads, a wondrous mesh the petrichor makes me swoon and keen a keen urge to jot, to hearts content the minds fresh glean. ©Nadiya (16 Jan '15)

Details | Ballade | |

Evening in Nornalup

Evening at Nornalup

Dead white branches reach for sky
Nestled in a cloak of green
Little bird breaks into song
On this evening so serene
He sings his song unto the dusk
As he bids the day goodnight
Until the day wakes up again
And the Sun again shines bright.

Bold painted parrot rests in tree
As Rosella, coloured bright
Feeds on seed from the bird feeder
And my senses he delights
Silence comes with the darkening skies
Little boats come floating by
And add to the feel of the mystic moment
As the day begins to die.

Soft, gentle voice, sings out sweet song
Which fills the velvet night
As blanket darkness takes on over
And gives such sweet delight
Here on the banks of the painted river
So far from the dust and smoke
Then the rain comes falling down
The velvet grass to soak.

Details | Ballade | |

My lake Joondalup

My lake Joondalup.

Lake Joondalup
There’s a place I like to be
So filled with every kind of tree
And birds of every shape I see
Where roos, they come right up to you
And the Parrots act so tame
I love that lake in Joondalup
I’ve always felt the same.

Oh, you should hear the volume
Of the screeches, song and chatter
The noise it nearly deafens one
Till nothing really matters
It all becomes a part of you
As it seeps into your soul
That bird din mesmerizes me
And makes me feel so whole.

One can sit there by the water’s edge
In an alcove all alone
There’s little benches everywhere
I sit here on my own
Watching all the wading birds
The Storks, the Ducks the swans
The Ibis and the White egrets
And on, and on, and on.

Lake Joondalup
It’s an addiction to my soul
When there, I am a happy man
It’s a fifty minute stroll
From my house, and It’s worth it too’
It’s a peaceful little place
Whenever I sit here by this lake
A smile lights up my face.

Details | Haiku | |


egret on sand dune
fish breaks surface and flies free
coconut pours milk

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Morning was cold
The slowly brighting sun ineffective
Wet air constantly relocating

(Wait for me)

The sun turned over
Napped in grey blankets
Sweet with ozone
Soft patter drank the earth
Our hair
Gave itself to be a part of everything

(He did not speak)

All that the rain became
A part of
Sent cold water (no longer rain) in its course
Through dirt and roots
Up through the network

And when the wind and water and rain
The sun threw back his blankets
And peach blossoms
Pink and warm


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You are all together desirable
and so my soul longs for you
hold me close don't let me go
I need to know your love is true

I had not thought  possible
this kind of love to know
the kind that people dream of 
of our origins ages ago 

More beauty than hanging gardens
or the wonders of seven worlds
nor crafting by the hands of men
fallen   it's heights were hurled

Like the rain in desert places
and dew in a thirsty land
desire avidly your own embrace
and be led by your own hand

Drink from the well inexhaustible 
the everlasting spring of joy
whose word is rooted in virtue
which hatred would seek to destroy

A cistern in the desert deep
an oasis in parched land set
you draw the hearts of multitudes
lest the setting of love they forget

Like well watered resting places
where the fountains of the deep
saturate the flowering meadows bloom
whose treasuries our memories keep

Job 8  , Isaiah 58

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

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

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

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

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This is today's news:
A sinkhole swallowed a man whole
as the earth yawned

in the ancient land
of monsoons and man-of-wars
after the waters

ceased. One was portrayed as 
man suddenly gone, captured
live for us to see.

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In Nornalup

In Nornalup

When I’m in the country
With my lady by my side
In the midst of all this beauty
My soul feels deified
As the river glistens gaily
Beneath the morning sun
Well her and I, and all of this
Oh boy! Each day’s such fun
In Nornalup.

When I wake up each new morning
In this chalet on the banks
Of the river of the painted trees
I offer all my thanks
To The power who gave this all to me
Hey, I’m a lucky guy
I’m bound to make this journey
Until the day I die
To Nornalup.

In Nornalup, in Nornalup
Where the sun upon those trees
Does cause the day to fill with grace
That’s the place for her and me.

I watch those trees near the river bank
As they’re dancing in the sun
To the rhythm of the gentle breeze
There’s a love song just begun
As she stands beside me looking at
This painted scene there yonder
Its beauty it will fill my soul
Oh, I will always ponder
On Nornalup

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Mountain Fog

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

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River Ocean Delta Make Love

River Ocean Delta Make Love – Haiku

River meets ocean
Mouth of delta opens wide
They kiss, merge liquids 

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Purified by Mother Earth

Spring flows so softly.
Water brightens dull pebbles;
Freshens your spirit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.


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Nature's Saucer

A droplet of rain,
Nestled within a curled leaf:
Thirsty reflections.

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Looking Across Windermere

The waters sparkle in the sun
as the breeze lifts across the lake
the yachts settle in their berth
looking out as it stands abrake

The skies show its beauty
in the morn revealing pastel blue
as waters show it's stillness
to be as creation intended so true

The ducks sail through the waters
creating more than a little wave
birds fly in the horizon
such loveliness one needs to save

Looking high up to the hills
shows the greenery of it's landscape
words can't describe such a picture
your eyes are bewildered by it's shape

The trees across the lake
fills your view with such splendour
completes the full picture you see
summing up the creator's perfect agenda

The agenda makes all things perfect
in the eternal God's appropriate time
showing His perfect sovereign control
making all things beautifully sublime

AUTHOR NOTES: Just some thoughts on a weekend stay on Lake Windermere on England's lake district a few weeks ago waking up from my bedroom window looking across the lake.

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Boy Fish Haiku

     Boy Fish Haiku

Flood crashes over rocks
Brook flips fish up as dinner
Boy smiles, caught by sun 

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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!

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The World Of Her Choice

The World Of Her Choice

What does she think?
She walks on the beach whenever she gets the chance
The line between three different worlds
Three worlds in consistent conflict with each other
One wet and warm with brightly colored fish
The other dry and beautiful with birds singing in the trees
The third offers cool breezes and beautiful sunsets
She stares at the three of them
Wondering which would offer her peace and happiness
The land gives her grief and pain
Untrusting people who live just to harm others
People who hate because others are different
The air brings storms of unreal proportion
Lightening, tornados and chemical clouds
All designed to destroy the land beneath them
The water is the only one to bring solace and quiet
She watches the waves in their eternal movement
At that moment she makes a decision
Walking into the waves she smiles as they envelop her
Surrounding her body they draw her in
There is no fear or panic as her face enters the water
She has left the land and air behind her
The chosen water surrounds her
A last smile and a last breath
She has joined the world of her choice
And at last she is happy

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The storm just threw and swirled
Paints of grey, black and dark blue
All over our Earthly dome
Like a rageful Pollock.

The noise  and the lightning
Turned us small
The waves of flood
Slamming against the feeble constructions
Carrying away cars,trees and dogs
Making me think
Of Thor, Iansã and Zeus
Neglecting all I've learned about
electrons behavior and magnetism
To think of gods from ancient times
Perhaps acknowledging
How extraordinary and dreadful a tempest is

Some people let the storm in
Pointlessly trying to run somewhere
Only to be carried away
And increase the general tension

How long could this last?
How far will it go?
How harder can this wind blow?
What if this...
And what if that?
How long can a minute last?
We look at each other eyes
A scared silent crowd
Looking for the same instinctive answers

Then as if the painter
Had changed his mind
The darkness is gone
Cleaned with a  cloth wipe
The  rough wind is now a soft breeze
Blowing the fragrances of earth and eucalyptus
Up my nostrils and over my face
The clouds are revolving
With light shades of grey and magnolia white
Over the most beautiful of all blues

There's a deep  heavy silence
A few muffled  and distant sounds
Or perhaps it's only  me
Caught in a dimensional current
To share with all those humans before me
The feelings of bewilderment and impotence
In face  of  Nature's outbursts
And with a grateful soul
To finally understand
How the seeds of hope
Could repeatedly be sown and grown
In the human heart
Since the beginning of  times.

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Captured by the Creek

Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising every day.

I am captured by a log with its copper coloured skink,
a family of firetail finches flying down to take a drink,
the scent of wild boronia drifting down a mountainside,
a wallaby amongst some wiregrass, believing it can hide.

I am no more important than a leaf upon the ground,	
and no more influential than a feather that I found.
I do not have the power of the Admiral butterflies,
and feel I’m way too over sympathetic where death lies.

I am captured by the orange fungi, hiding from the light,
a flock of screeching mountain lories overhead in flight.
Maidenhair cascading, mingling with the waters flow,
and showers in the pollen where clematis creepers grow.

I am not to be the master, just one link that’s in the chain,
like the sand upon the creek bed, I merely am one grain.
Yes I am one single figure that will come and go with time,
where strength does mean survival; weakness the lethal crime.

I am captured by the creek and the bounty it provides,
the colour and its boldness or a sweet voice that it hides,
I do not have a vision for to progress or reshape…
Yes here is where I’m captured and I never will escape.

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All night the rain

All night the rain poured and poured and poured
I could not imagine a sky's heart broken so
Loudly the trees sobbed, and winds also roared
Some loneliness in me rose too to overflow

No stars nor moon nor any light from heaven came
A dark cloud consumes the forms and shapes 
And in the blackness everything appears the same
Out of my heart a shudder, a horror escapes

To ponder if this cloudburst stays and never cease
The water rising from ponds, rivers, and the sea
And Orion widening and widening to show the east
Preparing the fire for the beast, and we cannot flee

The fire after the water coming, and the rain all night
And trees shaking to show the earth vibrating
And prayers found in us revives anew the old delight
Man and God intersects and sweet interceding.

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A Positive Poem

Drift away, resting, golden wood canoe,
Still black water, yellow flecked,
Sweet pollen confections.

Idle hours, soft swaddled in sun's warm wrap,
Friendly heat, tranquil musings,
Lily pad cookies float.

No conflict creases my deep water moat,
Peace reigns within my cradle
Mother Earth gently rocks.

June 18, 2014

A Positive Poem Contest
Elly Wouterse, Sponsor

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Rocky Mountain Water

Here in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado,
is the most pristine spring water anyone will know.
Oh how wonderfully bright and clear.
Nobody has springs like the ones found here.

The drops twist and turn through the mountain streams.
They move like the ones in the most elaborate dreams.
Just as liquid crystal they will flow.
The streams help all life to live and grow.

Well, I am a lifelong East Coast man.
Am I able to travel to Colorado?  I never can.
I have a small sample of Rocky Mountain water right here.
I will pour it out of this can of beer.

Written 9/21/2011
Robert Pettit

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pani ki lahre

main hu wo pani ki lahro ki trah
jo chalti rahe, ruke na kisi ke rokne par
koi roke to ban jau aur buland
sapne ho jaye aur buland
chalti rahu,chalti rahu
ruku na kisi ke rokne par
dat kar samna karu main,ydi samne aa jaye muskile mere
har na manu main main kisi se
chalti rahu,chalti rahu
main hu wo pani ki lahri ki trah
main hu wo pani ki lahri ki trah
           (sangita choudhary)

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Eternal Spring

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

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

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

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Bluegills, Turtles and me

Walking onto the dock it tilts to the right, creaking,
Old, graying wood and metal sinking into the muck.
Each year we venture in the water to raise it up, 
watching out for Jaws the giant snapping turtle.
An ancient turtle the size of a hub cap lurks under our dock. 
I stand at the end looking into the lake, the blue gills are neatly lined up.
The kids named them last year, Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
It’s spring, the water is clear. A bullhead snuffles in the mud
Searching for something to eat. 
There are a few turtles noses poking up a short distance away.
Checking out to see who’s here, smiling, I think they are the
Nosy old women of the lake. 
I throw in bits of white bread and watch the fish compete
For these morsels. I feel as though I am giving them a treat.
Watching them as I do, I admire their subtle colorings.
It’s calm on the lake, peaceful, 
For now I can appreciate the beauty of these fish.
My kids haven’t named this years batch of panfish, yet.

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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Acid Dawn

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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Reflections Of The Lake

          Reflections Of The Lake

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

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The hidden world

The tunnels go deep in this hidden world.
Crawling along on ones belly to places unspoiled.
Thundering giants walk overhead.
The earth trembles as you lie down to bed.
The rains come to spoil your rest.
Back to the surface would suit you the best.
Rivers of water then flood your home
As you look for high ground with dire concern.
Escaping to live for another day; 
the sun dries the earth and leads the water away.
Forcing the earth to open once more, 
You look for a place you’ve never explored.
The ground trembles and a steel wall blocks your way
And you’re brought to the surface riding a spade.
Your pulled from your home and placed in a jar
Then gently laid down in the seat of a car.
You travel for miles then come to a brook
Where you’re taken from the jar and placed on a hook.
Don’t be so concerned, such is the life of a worm.

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In Walyunga

In Walyunga

There is a place I used to go
When I was fit and strong
The place it was called Walyunga
And I felt I did belong
In those hills above the river
I’d walk for countless miles
In those days, with healthy body
To walk, it was my style.

I’d walk until I found my place
Where there lived an old dead tree
I’d sit on it to meditate
And look right into me. 
Some times as I walked these hills
I’d hear a sound like thunder
And then I’d see a wondrous sight
In this place called Walyunga.

A horde of Kangaroos would come
As they thundered through those hills
They’d cross the track in front of me
And I would stand stock still
Then as they passed, the biggest guy
Would stop just yards from me
To see if I did pose a danger
He was a sight to see.

He’d stand there for a tiny while
Though it seemed like eons to me
Then when he saw I meant no harm
He satisfied would be
So he’d bound off to lead his horde
To the river they’d head for
Oh, seeing such a magic sight
Would fill me with such awe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wafting Song

Belugas sweet song
Rides the air waves of ocean
Rare and beautiful.

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Charm Of Spring

Rhythm created on water tends to kill 
Images of trees and sky reflected in lake 
Still water but, not any more still 
At least not dry or frozen and opaque 

Creating a wonderful picnic spot 
Inviting place for geese to immigrate 
Time to make trips and enjoy a lot 
Deer will stay out long to graze 

For next few months of spring and summer 
Artists will come with canvas and brushes 
Boating or may be fishing can occur 
Trees will wear colourful dresses. 

Sky will finally get rid of grey cover 
The vision can roam clearly and further 
Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere 
Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature 

Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden 
They will not be so in summer and fall 
Leaves will turn first green then golden 
And will not be in winter at all. 

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Summer In The Forest

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

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                        Im soaking wet from all
                       thoughts running in head.

                        Starts like tear droplets
                and builds from there 'till I got a
           water fall at my door or it runneth over
                    me, Oh poorest me.

                Water you say love cometh my
        way, Need someone to help taketh the
                        droplets away.

                Help my mind to send to the
          heavens above oh but not the tears for
          fear of not having thoughts of you.
                          Cheryl McCall 2008

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Rain diary-Part2

1.   It’s not the rains so much as its
Absence that’s raining today
To feel an absence some times
Is to feel a pricking presence
Be it anything. Rain or love
Humaneness  or government planning
Their voids  are not mere inanities.
This is not my complaint. It is
But everyone’s predicament.

2.  Today’s rains I think are unchanged
From the beginnings of earth 
Is it why it is so cold
Is it really old. Why is not
A new river getting born.
 High tech rains flood choked roads
Gleaming cars and sludgy slums are
Both under water in the metro.

3.  Nineth day rains just forget to rain
It makes me forget too. I forget
Its lyric. Its rhyme, I forget
My head, my freezing blood.
As a cloudburst  of gloom I land
Where life’s struggle has turned.
More intense for want of sunshine.
We want sunshine in paths. More than
In the insides. Whether it is
The offices, service providers
Judiciary or law enforcers
More of sunshine is now needed 
In  corridors, in leading-in paths

4.    My opaque vision has by now seen
The enormity of a down pour
And the inadequacy of a shower. 
I now seek to discern with new eyes
The transparent world beyond,
The countless droplets , simple
But elemental wonders
Like those who toil in farms
Quarries, highways, mines and oceans
I no more want the enormity
Of a complicated deluge.
Have I not waited enough
To get a water connection.

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Adrift in July

Born in July, I’m a water sign,
so the water lily is an appropriate flower.
Adrift o’er a crystal blue spring, I recline;
white lilies surround me in the midday hour.
Rejuvenation, serenity linked to flower power.

Tiny fish below nibble at my birthstone;
the ruby’s sparkling shine lures them.
Midst the red, white and blue all my cares have flown.
Grinning, I see growing interest in my ring’s gem --
perhaps I’ll float with fish and flowers throughout the p.m.

*Written January 16 for Tracie’s “Flowers and Stones” contest

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The Elements

One day Water said to Earth
“I ruled long before your birth,
I was here first, I hold the key,
Bow down to my seniority”
Earth replied to water with a laugh
“I paved my own path!
You may have been here first, it’s true,
But in the end my might bested you.”
The oceans swelled and roared
And the skies, they violently poured
As Water threatened to once again drown
So then Air jumped in with a frown
“Must you two always bicker?
This fuss will cause Fire to stir,
We all know what a bother he will be,
So please agree to disagree, peacefully!”
But the intervention came much too late
As Fire awoke with a blazing shake
“Who was here first, that’s no victory,
Not when there is a force as great as me!”
Fire began to swell with pride
Until Water doused him in her tide
Earth laughed with a great big rumble 
Filling Water with rocky crumble
Water replied with a great big wave
Leaving Earth’s garden naught but a grave
“My flowers! You have drown them all!
With that Earth shook down a great waterfall.
Water cried out, for she was undeniably vain
Without it she felt quite plain
Fire, still upset over the blow to his pride
Joined up and took Earth’s side
The three began to unleash their wrath 
Destroying much in their explosive path
Until Air decided that she had had enough
And she blew with one mighty puff
To pieces the Earth fell with a bash
And Water flew back with a crash
Fire shrunk into a tiny light
And Air took advantage from the break in the fight
“Why must you always try to be superior?
When we got along, things were merrier.
We work so much better 
When we work together!
Earth, you and Water pave the way
So the creatures of the world can live every day!
And Fire, you are needed just as much
Life would perish without your warm touch.”
Water ran smooth, feeling foolish
Such destruction was never her wish
Earth grew still similarly,
“I am so sorry,” said he.
Even Fire seemed to feel some shame
As he all but extinguished his flame
The elements worked together once more
Another quarrel added to the stories of lore

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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands I

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

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Passing by The Moss Covered Rail Tides

Passing by the Moss Covered Rail Tides

The sound of the flowing water
Eases my stressed mind
As it rolls over the rocks
Passing by the moss covered rail tides
It flows so smoothly
So free
No concern for its destination 
Flowing along so freely
To a place it does not know 
Though anxious to arrive
I envy its freedom 
Its smooth flowing way
For I want to lay in it
Flow along on its merrily wild ride
From shore I watch
Drip by drip
Watch it flow by
As it rolls over the rocks 
Passing by the moss covered rail tides

Details | I do not know? | |

Assured to shore

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

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

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

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a boy is boating on the yellow river 
singing songs and praising the nature 
singing loudly and thanking the creator 
woods are there beside the river 
the boy must be human race and woods, rivers are all nature 
the still water is not still now 
a seven headed snake 
is chasing underneath the water 
the body was dark and seven heads symbolize seven sins that are devils graces 
oh the boy is unware the snake 
like we and our fate 
wake up o' little soldier,u have to win 
against darkest nature

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Louisiana Bayou

Wandering through the bayou, 
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange, 
a magical place.
Never seeming to change, 
even as seasons come and go, 
swampy waters ebb to and fro.

Like long-lost daughters, 
gnarled courtly cypress trees, 
rise from black murky waters.
Draped lovingly in Spanish moss, 
swaying softly in the breeze.
Butterflies seem to float across, 
as gentle winds ruffle their leaves.

Bouquets of wild hibiscus fill the air, 
mingled with sweet azaleas blooming there.
Bullfrogs croak and crickets chirp, 
the bayou is awash with soothing music.
As dragonflies flit the cattails, elusive, 
water moccasins slithering at your feet
or lurk above you in the trees.

Just as, the sun begins to sink low, 
comes the faint sound of a fiddle and bow.
The gator comes out of hiding, 
rising from the dark waters below.
Looking for his meal and smiling, 
with snapping jaws, a deer is caught, 
then taken below where he will rot.

The moon rises high into the night, 
as fireflies glow in the twilight.
A voodoo queen slips into sight, 
with gnarled hands, she rolls the bones.
Whispering cryptic words, she softly moans.
Tenderly she caresses her snake, 
wrapped around and about her neck.

A coon hound whoops it up.
The gnarled trees cast spooky shadows.
Is that the ghostly apparition of Jean Lafitte? 
Who managed to escape prison and gallows.
Did you bury your treasure in the water or weeds? 
As the wind moans softly, time to turn home, 
where you can fill your belly with spicy gumbo.

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Cuckoo Haiku

     Cuckoo Haiku

Flightless, no feathers
Strange gray bird, drinks river dry
Cuckoo forgets song

Created On 9/18/14 for Creative Poetry Contest

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A Day in the Country

Lost in a beautiful garden that stretched far into the perfect turquoise horizon,
Amazed at the smells, the beauty with the breeze singing through blossomy trees
The cherry blossom danced in a light wind lifted it off boughs swirling in the air,
Sun shining through budding branches, shadows of mighty oak trees black on green

A haunting tune from the star in the meadows a nightingale sang to his loved one,
His song filled the air over water mead's nearby, and floated through great woods,
A trickling stream flowed with golden water running and leaping to a noble river,
Last years fallen crisp brown red leaves floated off on a journey to a noble river.

Listening to a nightingales opera warming the hardest heart it floats in the wind,
Then when it does not seem possible to hear a better sound the bird changes pitch,
While it sings sweetly the rest of the grasslands are silent, proud and respectful,
As no other voice can match the wonderful tune that rings through heaths and dales.

In the distance there were some landmarks that were familiar so now I was not lost,
I spotted a butcher-bird, cockchafer in the warm woods as I stood on spongy turf,
Saxifrage in the meadow as I walked out from the wood into brilliant May sunshine,
Far in the distance a horn sounded to tell workers their work was done and go home.

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The Natural Machine

A tempest calls calm south seas
to rise and fall and they appease
their shifting partner the warm air
of whose plan they're both aware
Soon winds and water will make an eye
which searchs upward, low and high
all the sky for signs to cease
its ephemeral turning and to release
the many tons of water held
by those clouds that bend and meld
themselves into a twisting pair
which first appears a bad affair
but soon each arm's center is found
which sends them faster round and round
Now spiraling with perfect rhythms
the sign is seen and countless prisms
of captured water are set free
to fall to land, then seep to sea
and all the rivers and creeks that drain
that melting snow and heavy rain
complete the final phase
of something cyclic that does amaze
with both its perfect paired pieces
and its broken and breaking releases
that come from lack of counterweight
Yet this slightly flawed state
will always lead into a new
just as beautiful point of view
that is only seen when in between
two balanced parts of a machine
Like the winds and water that make an eye
which soon unravels to reveal blue sky

Details | I do not know? | |

Drops of Nature

From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.

Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.

This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane. 

Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.

What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.

Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant. 
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.

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The Swaying of the Grass



A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,


sashaying in the summer breeze.




Along the path,
lightness settles within,


feeling the grass,
tickling ankles,


swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,


brushing the remnants of pain away.




Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,


teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,


to silently be.




Walking on,
savouring the peace,


a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,


all is quiet,


a stillness cradling fractured emotions,


the grass in the fields sway,


dusk descends,


shadows lengthen,


nudging dimming light to take leave,


of the day

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World Of Forms

       World Of Forms

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

9/24/14  Choka Me - Choka Poetry Contest

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The Representation of Illumination

 The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land. 
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
        	The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs. 
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
        	Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.

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Sudbury Noodles

If people were noodles and lakes were their soup,

Sudbury's basin would be a great scoop.

300 lakes or just a bit more.

Some have been counting and some are just bored.

Sudbury's water is healthy and clean

leaving our noodles shining with gleam.

Fresh water soup minus the salt,

fresh as going into; fresh by default.

Trees for our parsley cover our shores

keeping us fancy and breathing for more.

Soup we serve fresh out of each bowl

welcoming noodles the world whole.

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Leaf drops in nearby pond,
Sun rays reflect upon blue water where looks like diamond.
Round shaped disc rotating on surface of water.
Sun rays pries into bamboo leafs to catch lights of shower.
Where amazing round balls moving and moving upon water.
Splendid lights falls on; looks like water of round shaped flower.
Try to grasp lights upon water but waves there.
Reflect sunlight somewhere.
Lonely place is there.
Nature takes charm here.
Blue water glitters till sunset where sun-rays pries into bamboo leafs.
Later on water will not glitter in darkness.
Saroj khan[sakha]

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The Beach

The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head to the beach where the water is so blue,
Ocean so clear that you can see straight through
Seagulls selfishly screaming “MINE” at everything
Loving the noise that these winged gluttons sing
Sand so soft that my feet sink in and disappear
Children laugh gleefully as they jump off the pier
Waves hit the shore leaving behind thick seaweed
And hermit crabs race back to the water with speed
Beach volleyball games and dogs catching Frisbees
Teenagers flying their kites in the soft, pleasant breeze
Ladies sunbathing while their men apply sunscreen
Laying there peacefully and looking very serene
I’m standing on the beach taking in my surroundings
As the burn from the sun continues its pounding
I run into the water to cool off in the sun’s ire
And the ocean is where I relax from the wicked sun’s fire
Like ice cold lemonade caressing a parched throat
The water refreshes me as I slowly drift afloat
The water kisses my skin with a thousand soothing lips,
Making it silky smooth beneath my gentle fingertips.

Details | I do not know? | |

As I walk up to my pond

As I walk up to my pond

As I walk up to my pond 
The water is shimmering 
Like glass 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see 
All the ducks bobbing 
All around 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see 

As I walk up to my pond 
I hear the pepper s 
On the ground 
Pepping to find a mate 
In hope there not to late 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see 
I smell that fishing smell 
As I happen to see a big 
Cat fish pop up out of 
The water as well 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see 

As I walk up to my pond 
And I throw my pole out 
To get a bite or two 
I hoping to catch a bass 
That line better hold out 
I maybe I get a big fish 
At last 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see 
God I know you made 
The birds and the fish 
Of the sea 
How could any one doubt 
Cant they see 

As I walk up to me pond 
It make me happy 
And all my troubles 
Float away 
So come on get out 
Your fishing poles 
And sit a spell 
Put you worm on your hook 
hey ya got a bite 
take a look 
I think oh what a wonderful 
Thing to see

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Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

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

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest

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Details | Pantoum | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Over frozen Neva, the slowly flowing *
Sun came up,  big, oval and orange  - glowing
Off  the  ice-bound water bright,  showing

How,  after the dark days of December’s night  -
That  warmless, brightless  hopeless  sight  -
We could feel alive and thankful in the sunlight.

An icebreaker shoved its way briskly through
The moveless  channel,  enveloping itself in a  hue
Of misty  water and ice fragments blue.

Then the river fell rigid and still again    
As we wished and sought the sun’s domain
On our chilled cheeks;  but we gazed in vain

Over the frozen Neva  -  as Franklin in distress  *
Must have  peered  endless
Through the frigid night of Boothia’s wilderness.

With the channel shimmering, misty  rainbows
Purified the air.  We took the offered dose
And thankful filled our lungs as the sun arose.

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*The River Neva is the main waterway in  St. Petersburg, Russia

*Lord  Franklin  died  in 1845 exploring the Northwest    
Passage near the Boothia Peninsula, Canada

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Under the water fall

I found Love bathing below a water fall
Bow and arrows casually laid aside
above his attire and white plumes;
the air was covered by wet fumes,
yet I could see his arms open wide,
his back turned against the stone wall .
Love called me and I said: “It is late,
I was struck before by your tips.”
But he jumped over the surface ,
I fell rearward surprised by his grace,
He placed his finger on his thin lips,
The water streaming fast to its fate.
“The only clock I can hear is there,
Blossoming in your ripening chest
The seconds move tic…tac….tic…tac…,
Slow as the water sliding on my back
soft as the breathing of a baby rest,
I never ask when, I only wonder where.”
I closed my eyes so now I can see:
She was veiled by Love’s disguise;
I open my eyes but it was in vain.
Before I could see clearly again
She was swift and also very wise,
Dressing her wings to quickly flee.

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Icicles and Hard Frost

One dark and very cold night I decided to stretch my legs and go for a walk,
Stars were so very clear, if I stood on a ladder I, could touch the Dog Star,
Jack Frost is busy frost on frost sparkled and twinkled in silver moonlight,
The river and local brooks stood in silence only waterfalls trickled slowly.

A frozen mist floated down and rested over the top of any frozen water way,
Becoming denser, pressing nearer the icy surfaces I could smell sharp cold,
Standing on the bank in a frozen setting was a big old oak's moonlit shadow,
The tips of my ears tingled and my breath was rime, it was so very beautiful.

Layers of water slowly flowed over the ice, that water turned to ice in minutes,
Plates of ice covered with a frost clogging the runs and eddies everything still,
Icicles hung down from branches and the arches of a small bridge solid and strong,
In the morning ice would be levered up and broken, left to sail into the distance

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Wavering Place

The sky is a cerulean type of blue Built from the dark and fluid art of the lake The phase like plants enveloped in a green hue I walk fog like through the bushes for my sake Land glows a pretty wavering, blinding sight With the sun enforcing the aura with might I go onwards into a mirage of time I can’t focus on anything that’s sublime No matter my fancy this place is fuzzy The sun blares on this faded sight that I see Where the grass is too green leaving me dizzy Air is open perfectly for me to be The lake, though very blue, isn’t what it seems One would think that you would come here to redeem But you would be delusional to say this I think normalcy is packaged sure to miss
Russell Sivey

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Sun Noodles Lake Two - Haiku

     Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops

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Set aside on a whimsical ride,
to drift the day away ,
pole in the water;  
but it doesn't matter, 
if a fish catches my hook along the way.
I'll just enjoy the travel, 
that will make me unravel,
months of cooped up dismay.
To recapture me,
to punctuate my being,
in a world that keeps me at bay.
I escape into the scenery,
of the foliage and greenery,
cottonwoods, yucca and sage.
Drifting along, 
to a whispering song,
of a youth;  all but,  passed away.
Glistening leaves, 
above on the trees,
as my squinty eyes capture the way.
I dream of when,
I'll be here again,
and this time maybe I'll stay.

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Living With Lakes

Oh; how our lakes; do circle our reach.

In circles of puddles beyond our belief.

Halting for shorelines that make up their seams;

'till rising above them through rivers and streams.

Surrounded by ribbits of green bumpy frogs,

all woven through reeds by wet bumpy logs.

While sliders of Junebugs will turn in each arc

with legs shifting water like fins of a carp.

As winds of the water break waves to come in,

in meeting the shore in waves that have been.

So picture our lakes as healthy and fun

where Living With Lakes has just begun.

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Along the canal

Along the canal bank I

go, another day wandering

just a quiet stroll. Watching

the Swans as they happily

glide past, wagging tails and

a trail of five signets. This is

my walk of sweet bliss

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A Ride Down the Thousand Islands II

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

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Fire Ants!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  All over my yard!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Why do you try so hard?

There are little hills of demons all over my land
Filled with the little critters that I just can’t stand!
The sting and they bite and leave scars on me.
The have even killed my very favorite tree!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Are making me so mad!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Where’s that can of diesel I had?

I will be diggin’ in a flower bed when suddenly
Those darn fire ants are swarming all over me!
I run to turn on the water and grab the water hose
So I can wash away the fire burning under my clothes!
Fire ants! Fire ants! Taking over Texas!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Meaner than my exes!

One of these days, I will manage to eradicatecate
Just as soon as someone improved fire ant bait
My land will then have a fire ant sign
Saying stay off of my property, it is mine!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Making evil mounds!
Fire ants! Fire ants!   If you got ‘em, trouble abounds! 

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Spring Showers

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

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

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

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

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

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013

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There’s an ancient
Thing of wisdom
In a cavern
In the sea;
Deep down in murky waters
Lying, sleeping peacefully.

At times it will awaken
Take a travel-contemplation
Or perhaps a short vacation
To collect new wisdom-seeds.

Sometimes it peeks
Out from beneath
Those liquid silvery waves;
Then it dives and waters quiver;
Just like diamonds on a river.
Then the diamond dancers fold their
Crystal wings above its’ head.

Throughout umbral brine it searches
For others of its’ kind;
Often stops to ponder
If it’s all that has survived.

We may thrill to glimpse it
As it bobs amid the waves
Of the Okanagan, Loch Ness
Or some other distant place.

Perhaps its’ mind’s about to burst
With the knowledge of the past;
After centuries of living
In the dark abysmal mass.

We humans must not harm it
Or let anyone alarm it;
For it could be that this dragon
Is a wise and gentle thing.
Perhaps within its’ heart lie notes
That make this planet sing.

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         on loch's calm water
         silver ripples fan out -

         otter diving

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A wonderful site to be seen in water oh so grand
As crystal clear comes crashing down,  on the rocky waterland
A mist is splattered over all that are near this beautiful site
As they witness the spectacular waterfalls,  beauty and its might

The crystal blue wonder that pounds down on the rocks 
It often seems to do a dance, then it starts to mock
The natural flow of water now plundering with such force
To let us know the might of this Waterfall on its course

So breathtaking, sitting there,  watching the glorious show
Of nature and the water, combining all they know
It speaks to nature just to say I'm here to help you thrive 
All of Gods creations, I'll continue to keep you alive

Replenishing the waterhole with its beautiful display
To give a thirsty animal,  a drink along the way
God gave this wondrous waterfall the ability to plunder 
Down into the waterhole, to combine with natures wonder

So sit and watch this waterfall,  enjoy the feeling inside
While witnessing the glorious show, thrashing down with pride
Let its beauty fill your heart with knowledge, peace and truth 
Now knowing that the waterfall kept nature in its youth!

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Water Babies

When the water from the sky
meets the water from the sprinklers,
they create little water babies!
Sometimes I find them playing on my dogs whiskers,
She shakes them off but they'll come again,
Grumbling electric skies of summer, never want you to end!

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Waterfall Wonder

Some Form of Crystalline Contest

October 30
Liz Reilly

crystal beads
channeling their  own path
tripping over tiny polished stones

cool lace veil
kissed in soft rainbow hue
a place to rest the mind and the soul

torrential yet tranquil
while  beckoning the spirit to soar

rhythmic tone
it’s nature’s symphony
always voiceless but never speechless

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My Winter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rain is a blessing.

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Watered Down

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

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

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

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

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

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

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

Let my suffering take its penalty 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The river and the lake

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

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Sunset Beach

Walking on the sands of the beach, feeling the warm grains in between your toes. Seeing the sun slowly going to sleep, the water waves tickle your feet. Watch the setting sun, the colors mesmerize you, you can't look away. wading into the water , washing away your worries, happy as can be.

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Walking in the Hills

At noon we sat down under a large old oak tree on a wild hillside with masses of rocks,
The day was very warm and I took off my knapsack and rested by the foot of an old tree,
Below was a spread of orchards, next to meadows, and the glades sat with watery mead's,
Above, a beech forest that stretched, many miles the greenery touching the white clouds,
White clouds in a beautiful blue sky, shapes constantly changing shape, in a light cool wind.

Looking around there was much to see, there were lapwings and golden plovers in the trees,
Down below in a meadow a carter was leading a pair of horses off to plough a grassy field,
Then a fox crept from a hedge into a ploughed field and dropped right down into a furrow,
On a flooded mead a Great Crested Grebe dived under the water looking for some fresh fish,
And the water looked like sheets of polished glass and the sun reflected great rods of beams.

The track we walked soon vanished and then lofty pillars of beach-boles with thick canopies,
The earth was brown, withered leaves scattered amoung small pieces of rock green with wet moss,
Here and there were shallow bogs with the 'touch-me-not' plant with bright yellow flowers,
A plant whose name gives significant caution, as where it grows, there is treacherous footing,
Legend says mountain climbers make their peace with God if they meet some in a rocky crag. 

Half an hour's progress and we were going in the right direction the scene was impressive,
As we wandered through woods with no out let visible the shade was heavy, deep and silent,
Then through a gap in far off trees was an opening and buttercups formed a carpet of gold,
On a bough was a Goldcrest the smallest British bird, he hopped from twig to twig for insects,
Their tiny nests made from mosses and spiders webs, slung underneath the branch of a tree. 

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Haiku About Rivers

Liquid crystal glow
cleansing the earth; collecting
everyone’s secrets.

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Our Countryside Liberty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stand above sea level, rise as earth shifts.
Watch the land bow, amidst continental drifts.
All that you surround lie in shadows below.
Here hills on active ground, climb to heaven and snow.
These massive creations, are born from plates underneath.
Pushing together, they force the earth up until the mountain has peaked.
The highest of these is mount Everest almost 9 thousand feet to the sky.
Although Ecuador's Chimborazo peak is farthest from Earth's warm inside.
Some mountains are born of volcanoes an opening from within earth's core.
From these cuts in the crust of the earth gases, and ashes spew forth.
And with them come rivers of lava, molten rock, liquid light.
It covers great distances in strides at 2000 °F.
Solidified, it is igneous rock and this can form the base.
Even from the ocean floor and now an island is made.
At the summit the weather is different there.
The air is quite thin, so ascend with great care.
It is cold and water and life may be scarce.
But the view from above is a sight worth a stare.
24% of the Earth is shaped,
and taken by mountains, and that is ok,
For human beings like you and I,
rely on the water that flows from up high.
Oh, mountain, the landscape you decorate,
is a wonder for eyes to behold.
It is hard to believe, that one such as thee,
could fall to the clock and erode.
But for now, these mountains stand proud,
and will be here to keep our perspective.
That we all have our role, that this earth has a soul,
-and I think it is best we respect it.

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Haiku Snippet I

Cold water lapping
Quiet barking and a quick 
Splash out near the bay

Songbird in brisk rain
Perched under a broken branch
Nest in tree hollow

Floating atop it
Our paddles swept through the lake
A budding blossom

Blushing and a chill
Moon wane and dragonfly hiss
Step on Winter cress

Red fox hunts in reeds
Swimming after a small mouse
Sky is clear and bright

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By the Water's Edge

I sit by the waters edge
Sitting on the border of a concrete ledge
Surrounded by miss-shaped rocks
Formed by the years of repeated water knocks

I throw a line in the water
As a man sits next to me with his son and daughter
On my line I get a bite
The bait disappears with little fight

I reel back in and rebait the rod
And throw back out for the battle with the cod
Suddenly I see a school of fish
Hoping for every fisherman’s wish
I recast trying to get the biggest and weightiest fish

I see a cormorant tangled up sitting on a pylon
Wrapped around his beak is plastic or nylon  
I get up to aid the injured bird
But it fly’s away as soon as my footsteps are heard

I go back to my battle with the underwater beast
Still confident my patience will result in a feast
The clouds come over and it begins to rain
This just exacerbates my frustration and pain

All of my attempts have so far been in vain 
But still I sit but wonder if I am still sane
The rain begins to clear
Perhaps now the fish will appear
I can see a rainbow in the distance
My mind wonders despite my resistance

I try to focus on what I want to achieve
I quickly realise that it’s the bounty of fish I want to receive
It’s hard to fish with so many natural attractions
Whilst not unpleasant they are unwanted distractions

I ponder on these thoughts for a time so long
And eventually I conclude this is wrong
I reel back in my line with rod
And forget about the fight with the cod

I am going to enjoy just being here
Such beautiful sites at a near
The glistening of the sun reflecting on the water
The earlier image of a father and his daughter

The ripples and shadows the water creates
The way the bird flew and never hesitates
The way the fish refused to be caught
The way the rain and fish together fought

The rain gently dripping off my hat
The way the cormorant on the pylon sat
The way time seems to stand still
The way nature can make a person feel

I get lost in the moment and don’t want to leave
Some of the things I’ve seen I can’t believe
I should come down here without any fishing reasons
How beautiful it would be in the different seasons

I find myself content at the water’s edge
I have never felt so comfortable sitting on a ledge

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

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A Walk Along The River Bank

When the sun shines in the sky and no clouds can be seen
A walk along the river bank is like a lovely dream
Down from the bridge the narrow stony path winds
Grassy banks on either side in which white butterflies glide
Insects bussing on the wing 
Through the nettles without a sting

On down the path it widens out and we see the rivers natural beauty
With swans and ducklings here on show their parents on feeding duty
In and out the reeds they swim the little heads ducking through water dim
But then again out in the sun their tail feathers waving a good job done 
This display is truly cute as round the weeds the little ducks scoot
All covered in that fluffy down not quite ready or dressed for town

A swan her nest built at the other side watches her chicks as they glide
They are so very young and small with little short necks which will grow tall
Ugly ducklings they may be now but watching the grownups we just say “wow”
The forms that nature her beauty does show the best designer could never know

The dappling water with diamonds bright shines in the sunshine with delight
Gliding over the stones made smooth through the years
It comes to the waterfall to cascade down like a million tears
Into a pool which is dark and deep then on it flows the river never sleeps

The white flowers of the hawthorn are joined their blooms to share
With beautiful wild pink roses entwined amongst them here and there
The grasses sway as their seed heads grow out to catch your legs
The tickle soft and gentle is asking pick me will you my seeds please spread
Then the smell of honeysuckle brings perfume to the nose
A wonderful display of nature on show as the river gently flows

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rainforest seashores

Many trees are gathered together  as a water summit appeared through the sky

Bluish purple mountains popping up into the sky as the ocean is crashing into 
the sand

Salty water caught my tongue came though as a fresh ocean smell 

Purplish pink seashell in my hand so soft and smooth as a eroded rock

Though the brownish trees feels like sharp pointy glass

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Flood Water Moves Along

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

Russell Sivey

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Little brook of childhood,
your water flowed and stayed always cold, 
I traveled far to reach that scented, steep hill
as winter ended with chill.

And listening to the babbling sound,
mist rose from the rocks and ground...
it seemed to make music without an instrument, 
in fact, I wrote my first hymn at that very moment.

Like those travelers who took the same road,
I found it exciting to walk and move forward...
to be amazed at the magnificence and realize
the divine hand that made Nature so very nice.

Little brook of childhood,
you were as precious as a friend's  word;
drooping willows seemed angels descending with wide wings,
offering shade to those who came to fill up their empty canteens.

Written by Andrew Crisci
on September 25, 2011
for Francine Robert's contest,
" Flowing Water "

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Rainy Day

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Into the water I want to slip
Chills run down my spine
That sweet warm water will be mine

Heat runs through my veins
As I watch the pouring rain
The chills slowly subside
As I ache to go outside

Instead I choose to sit
And watch my granny knit
A sweater that will be for me
I really should let her be

Looking down at my mug
The chills begin to tug
I see mom out in the rain
Better put on the kettle again

Jessica Turl
October 9, 2011

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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 ????


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The Ondine

In reservoirs, far underground,
where stalagmites are sometimes found.
In lakes and ponds and puddled pools,
in mist and marsh and snow that cools,
I hide beside my sisters. 

In issuing springs that sparkle bright,
on stony slopes of shade and light, 
to flowing streams that twist and turn, 
past meadow banks of grass and fern,
I glide beside my sisters. 

In river reach with rippling flow
‘tween rush and reed I always go,
to delta mouths both deep and wide,
which seas contest at every tide,
to glide beside my sisters.

In raging rapids torrents race,
or waterfall’s tumultuous pace,
in storm lashed seas, which crash and break,
on shingle shores that white waves rake,
I ride beside my sisters.

And who am I that rides so free, 
who glides and hides so easily;
a mermaid in the salty sea,
a naiad or a white kelpie?
A water nymph you just might see,
me ride, beside my sisters.

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I don't mean to importune
But I can't help but notice
How your eyes are set upon the path before your wandering feet

I don't mean to be rude
But I can't help but see you
Staring at your faded reflection in the water as clouds wander by

I don't mean to mimic you
But every word, everything you do
Just seems exactly like what I thought I was going to say
But there's never enough time left in these days

I don't mean...
But that's ok if the leaves give you shelter from the sun and the rain
   Rest a while at the edge of yourself

I mean, so long as you don't mind my presence, my faded voice
It's just that all that echoes from your lips sounds like it bears repeating time again
and again

What's that?
You're leaving? Don't leave me here with nothing but a shadow of time on the water and
mirrors in sheets of white rain that bring little relief to my desert so dry in the shade
of these tears that I've cried, phosphorescing in the lonely night.

I thought that I'd found you
The one who would lie at the edge of her own nothingness
Until the roots of oblivion finally set in the soul
And the hole there  before her, brimmed over with water
The hole would just prove to be what I've become
And what she'd become, nothing more than a door into sunsets
And daffodil tears in the morning would form on her lips as she finally knew who she was

But no, you could never fulfill that fate
After all, all the words that could fall from your lips
I've already said over and over again to myself

No, there's nothing you can say
That hasn't been uttered once over again
From my lips, now wet with dew
And the tears of a flower
As hour by hour
The days end
And so I turn into myself
As I've always been turned
She loves me
   Loves me not

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Where's the water going....

If you place two triangles together,
you form a square....
If you now turn it point to point,
you form a diamond...also,
north,south,east and west...
Now...if you extend a line north to west,
then west to south,and so on,
south to east,and east to north,
you now form two isosceles triangles....

Water being elastic,stretching
from gravitational or magnetic pull,
now forms an ellipse...bulging,
east to west near the equator...

Scientist say,that the water level
is the second lowest in recorded history,
and melt and ice chunks,
the size of Manhattan...fall into the Arctic,
....wouldn't you think,
that the water level would be rising ?
could this also cause intensified storms ?

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I Am the Waters

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

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

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

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

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

                     I am the Waters

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In the water I am beautiful,
Everything shines,
My blemishes are blurred,
And untouched by time,

In the water I am beautiful,
And baptised anew,
Innocent in nature's womb,
A fetus in a crystal tomb,

In the water I am beautiful,
All I hear is the tide,
Cruel words are washed away,
Nothing comes inside,

In the water I am beautiful,
My body is gone,
In the water I am beautiful,
With the water I am one.

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Vein of Life

Vein of Life

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

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

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

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When Spring turned in to a Summers day 
The Summer Queen returned to play 

High summer........... 
The warm days...... 
Wind sighs......... 
Blue butterflies.......... 

The King of Water ,happy to see 
The Summer Queen 
For, the water blue............... 
Loves the deepest green 

How the trees and flowers grew 
The wand of the Summer Queen , 
touching all 
How beautiful the holly bushes....... 
By the Great Hall 
The birds and butterflies flew 

Through the Whispering Trees 
The sound of the lark.............. 
Floated on the breeze 

High summer........ 
Sunny days 
The joy of life, 
continues to amaze 
Castle Heartstone........... 
amidst golden haze 

The King of water and his Queen........... 
Renewed their love in the Great Hall 
The Heartstone looked on.............. 
How the sun shone! 

The Tapestries knew.......... 
The love so true........ 
The colours showed......... 
the West wall glass, glowed 

The Castle grounds........ 
Filled with colour and sound 
The summers' symphony 
The birdsong all around 

But alas! 
Summer cannot last.............. 
For, on the horizon 
Autumn leaves cast, 
thus begins the circle again 

Details | Free verse | |

match my nature

the lovely leaves of spring call to you so sing
the wave of summer heat puts you under me
the fall of leaves and seeds brings about new trees
the winter of bliss or blizzard still sends you out for a chill
you bring me together just like the weather soft of touch
yet light as a feather now a breeze will blow as well
cause a light to grow a fire still to see 
if you match my nature if being burned by a sun
the right flight to see it undone a float and trick
your own be done the glasses we drop for your eyes to pop
the sunlight travels thru nature to left as such it
can burn right too if and when you light a match
this is fire too a hunters scope can work this out
a field of magnifiying pods set at levels of height
can burn down so much yet blow these up too
but will it be a buckle or shoe no this aint no hot
cinderlla story ture but what happens as fire turns 
to blue a search for water the block to shock
a electrical fire burns as well travels blue even 
thru lakes the storms and fires both roam
were be the safety the be when water is no escape
the reality to learn one way or another you also
may burn cause as fast as you are its faster still
when fire of rocks known as lava still you self
and be quick or the next match be you my stick
to all the world how do you feel of hotstuff still
go fast as a light the fight is won now the power 
of the sun yours be undone or well ? hell

Details | Imagism | |


I look out my window,
And I see the sunset.
God it feels like forever,
Since I’ve last seen one as beautiful.

I look out at the deep shades of crimson,
And yellow, more gold than yellow actually.
All the colors fading into the lightest of blues,
Fading into the never-ending sky.

Rising up against that sunset is the mountains. 
I grew up in these mountains and hills.
I’ve hiked them,
And at the top have seen spectacular sights.

Down below those mountains are the valleys
Deep and wide they stretch across the earth,
Like a blanket,
Keeping the earth warm.

Blankets of green and many colors.
A great contrast to the mountains above them,
Which portray that wonderful deep green color,
That attracts the wandering eye in wonder.

In those valleys lie rivers, deep and cool.
The deep blue and dirty green of them,
Attracting one to jump deep into their depths,
So you can feel the way the water surrounds your body,

Swimming holes are full of people,
Crowded with bodies all enjoying the warm summer evening.
Children laughing, their parents chatting,
All enjoying this wondrous night.

I cannot see this all from my spot at my window, 
But I feel it in my heart that they are all there,
Enjoying the sunset as much as I am,
Watching the sun sink down.

Then they will all get into their cars,
And drive away leaving the water to become still.
And I will turn away from my window,
And hope tomorrow’s will be just as good.

And the sky turns inky black,
Against the dark sky is the bright stars shining,
Shining so brightly,
That with the moons help they light up the night.

And they will shine, 
Until the sun comes up again,
And I will once again sit at my window,
And watch the sunrise settle into place.

With its lighter colors, 
Fading upward against the just lightening sky,
Where the new day begins,
And a new sunset waits to be seen.

Details | Rhyme | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Details | Cowboy | |


Deer linger in the bitterbrush
Below the gambel oak—
The brittle fern shows no concern
For killdeer or cowpoke.

The miner’s candle lights our way
Now lost in limber pine—
The water birch does not besmirch
Beargrass at timberline.

Sky pilots bend on mountain side
Dark as the black hawthorn—
A horned lark rests on the ninebark—
Between the two we’re torn.

We journey south through water oak,
Coral bean, supple jack—
We ride beneath magnolia leaf
And miss not what we lack.

A canebrake rattler comes too close,
Like death in the sweet bay—
Chinaberry makes us tarry
This oleander day.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


There is no darkenness in the LORD my GOD he is perfect and forever more the 
creation He has made a little less than perfectly but some things he made to 
warm our hearts in spring are nearly formed as close to GOD he loves them all 
the dragonflies is one of those they meet all the requirements for our love. 
Four wings so delicately made to fly. A faces only mothers could have loved. NO 
reason much to live except just to exist existence then is love. They fly and have 
ewe noticed them at night how they like to lite near open water near a waterfall 
ewe find them mostly brown but there aer read ones and some blue ones and 
some good ones no they are only good ones and they spy on lovers in the night 
One heart lonesome thinking of her man one heart yearning to be a man they 
find each other in the dragon fly again. Water drowns a man he wants to swim 
into the underwater dragonfly the lair of all the mermaid wishes she is there oh 
mye Ianthe. You are terribly adorable! mon ange. 
Soon the dragonflies will come back again 
L()()K at this it seems that love has blinded her to mye reality she waits and 
searches for our love amid the gleaming pearls of water searching for the wings 
the spotted owl no the raven quoted no the flying serpent there no it is the yellow 
tail the golden flyer there the portent of mye heart turned into love. 

Details | Verse | |

New Market

This is karst country
New Market is a mountaintop
She sits on a limestone hill
And sloping down to a sudden drop
We come to Middle Quarters still
As water in the bulrush 
On the wide chest of a broad Black River
Climb the hill again with me
And sit on a table of memory.
It was the time when May rains came
Unabated in slow drizzle night and day
The way it had for years before, same
It would again, anew to this very day
But when May turned to June that year
The water rose from earth's deep core
Made itself a lake on the flat hilltop there
And swell and swell like never before.

First it rose to a man's knee, and goats
And all cattle were moved to higher place
And then up the waist, and only boats
Were able to sit upon the water's face
And move the people from their homes
Ancient buildings from the colonial past
Soon covered, for only wind then roams
The wet desert of fear, the lake filled fast.

Then the news was spread abroad, alarm
Struck dread on man's rugged confidence
And experts and scientists did there swarm
Without explanation, just dread evidence
Of a mystery, a whole community burried
In a week's calamity, and still there stood
High waters, piled skywards, and unhurried
To unveil a cause any could learn or understood

The water on the hill did not flow down, wet
And deep it covered the town, and dark
And brooding, more waters than any rain let
The trees withered, and silent each lark
The omen in all sermons soon was told
Many trembled searching for their hidden sins
Others dug memory for curses of old
And I was empty, learning no fable then spins.

We are desolate without the wisdom of God
Still, for New Market is not explained to today
Nor where did the water go in the rocky sod
People returned, build again, time fades things away
The town returned after almost a year, and life
Went on as before. But I cannot forget, and still
Long to know. Myths and fables are rife
But nothing holds, I am sodden with horror still.    

Details | Free verse | |

Deep Blue Under

The sound of the shore
It's everlasting
If you're silent,

Waves crash over coral rocks 
And reefs
Soon you hear fizzing water
Creeping up from behind your bare feet.
You move quickly,
But not quick enough.

The water rises as you try to escape
It's wrathful invitation.
Every step you take
The water quickens.

You yell for help,
But no one is there to hear you.
You yell once more,
But the crashing waves muffle your cries.
The deep blue water has taken you down
Into its vengeance world. . .

Where you can't breathe,
Can't see.
You're weak from the struggle of survival
So you just give up,
Without thinking of the ones who love you
As if they never exist.
With your last seconds of life,
You whisper "Goodbye."

Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Day in the Country

Lost in a beautiful garden that stretched far into the perfect turquoise horizon,
Amazed at the smells, the beauty with the breeze singing through blossomy trees
The cherry blossom danced in a light wind lifted it off boughs swirling in the air,
Sun shining through budding branches, shadows of mighty oak trees black on green

A haunting tune from the star in the meadows a nightingale sang to his loved one,
His song filled the air over water mead's nearby, and floated through great woods,
A trickling stream flowed with golden water running and leaping to a noble river,
Last years fallen crisp brown red leaves floated off on a journey to a noble river.

Listening to a nightingales opera warming the hardest heart it floats in the wind,
Then when it does not seem possible to hear a better sound the bird changes pitch,
While it sings sweetly the rest of the grasslands are silent, proud and respectful,
As no other voice can match the wonderful tune that rings through heaths and dales.

In the distance there were some landmarks that were familiar so now I was not lost,
I spotted a butcher-bird, cockchafer in the warm woods as I stood on spongy turf,
Saxifrage in the meadow as I walked out from the wood into brilliant May sunshine,
Far in the distance a horn sounded to tell workers their work was done and go home.

Details | Quatrain | |


I played a lot in the field with the creek Where I knew there were fun things to seek Like the dead tree where the possum was found This day I went to just look around I strolled along, looking into the creek Saw something odd so I took a peak Little black things darting here and there So I sat down and gave them the stare A big bunch of tadpoles of some sort Was a new hatch as their tails weren’t short As tad poles grow, they absorb their tails That’s their food until their legs are unveiled One time at Uncle Mac’s lake, what a find Bullfrog tadpoles are one of a kind They aren’t totally black and they are big A grown frog, people hunt with a gig These tadpoles were in all stages of growth Some had only one leg; some had both The same was true for the front legs as well A great find, took them home in a pail My old aquarium was put to use Put in the water and turned them loose I built it so there was land at one end Into the water they could descend Watched them grow and develop into frogs Turned them all loose in the creek near a log If they survived, in their new location The small frogs would need a vacation

Details | Rhyme | |

Serene & Divine

Inside the forest of tall teak trees
Far from the clamor of the town.
At the foot of the green mountain
Where a stream was flowing down.

Sitting on a piece of rock,
And looking at the flow of water.
I was listening to its music,
Enjoying the beauty of the nature.

The serenity and silence was lost
As some kids of a  school picnic party,
Sneaked into the stream in sheer delight
And made it muddy and dirty.

A boy pushed the baby from behind.
She got wet and cried.
He then asked her out of fear
“How could it be dried?”

The headmistress when shouted at them
They looked each other for a while.
And rushed out of the water 
Hand in hand, exchanging a silly smile.

I looked back at the stream.
The water was already calm and clean.
It’d washed off the dirt out of her heart
For the flow was serene and divine.

Details | Free verse | |

Can't Water for My Lawn?

“Don’t water your lawn!”
They told me.
There’s a shortage of water and
we need to conserve.
Yet, I saw fire hydrants open
and water flowing like a spring.
Kids skipping and dancing
getting wet and cool.

“Don’t water your lawn!”
It came again on the news.
Driving down the street
I saw pretty gardens 
in the median, with 
underground sprinkling systems.
Setting off mist in the air,
drifting like clouds.
Yet, my lawn is dry,
and cries for water as it
fights against dying thirst.

Who made the rules?
As I drove, I saw people toasting
with glasses of lemonade.
Politicians drinking champagne
from long stemmed glasses.
The lawns at their homes
plushy green and neatly trimmed.
Yet, I’m told,
“Don’t water your lawn!”

Does it deserve to die, 
or should I …?

© Joseph 6/25/07
© All Rights Reserved

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Icicles and Sharp Frost

One dark and very cold night I decided to stretch my legs and go for a walk,
Stars were so very clear, if I stood on a ladder I, could touch the Dog Star,
Jack Frost is busy frost on frost sparkled and twinkled in silver moonlight,
The river and local brooks stood in silence only waterfalls trickled slowly.

A frozen mist floated down and rested over the top of any frozen water way,
Becoming denser, pressing nearer the icy surfaces I could smell sharp cold,
Standing on the bank in a frozen setting was a big old oak's moonlit shadow,
The tips of my ears tingled and my breath was rime, it was so very beautiful.

Layers of water slowly flowed over the ice, that water turned to ice in minutes,
Plates of ice covered with a frost clogging the runs and eddies everything still,
Icicles hung down from branches and the arches of a small bridge solid and strong,
In the morning ice would be levered up and broken, left to sail into the distance.

Details | Rhyme | |

Bubbling Water Spring

One day I found off in the woods a bubbling water spring
It was lively and delicious, and a very special thing
I took some water home with me and I stored it in a jar
At the spring you can hear it sing, but it is very, very far
I would drink a little now and then to try to make it last
But it seems I would be out of water really, really fast
I found I had a helper who loved that sparkling burst
Now and then she would have a sip to quench her little thirst
Little Amy then would ask when she found out that I knew
So I took her on that trip real far to get more water too
We filled up many jars and jugs at our bubbling water store
We wanted lots and lots to drink so we brought home many more
Now we won’t be out of water of that very special kind
We loved that special bubbling water, the best that you could find

Details | Free verse | |

A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.

Details | Rhyme | |


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

Details | Free verse | |

Tropical Depresion 12

I can recall that night,
so vividly, still...

The salty ocean air on the 
tip of my tongue
as Atlantic winds blew her
ever closer to me;

and her scent-
a blend of seaweed and sand,
it whispered secrets to me 
(so vile)
I dare not speak them aloud,

as I stood there,
perched on weathered wood,
gazing out to where sands
meet swamp and
give birth to my city;

Oh, the wretched beauty!
The glory of a home
only seen under
pressure of pending doom...

I knew, then,
that I would never stand again,
on those hallowed, hoodoo
shores of silt to see:

the forests that sprang forth from brackage,
the rainbow rays as the sun slipped away,
or the fishes that flowered
in the cypress...

Authors Note:

In the cypress forests in the swamps, fish feed on the tiny bugs that float on top 
of the water. In the spring, there is an abundance of these bugs and as a result 
you can see hundreds of fish jumping up out of the water in a feeding frenzy at 
dusk. The way they jump up and splash back into the water reminded me of 
flowers blooming.

Details | Free verse | |

As I Watch These Rivers Surge

Dancing, as they stream down,
Cascading into these oceans of freedom,
As they spread purity into
The salty water,

Flowing smoothly,
Pouring like water into a glass….
A captivating view,
As these droplets of water splash their
Tenderness everywhere,
A-h-h-h! This tempting vision,
As I sat there pondering,
Contemplating, meditating…
I closed my eyes,
Craving for that sensation once more,
The sensation of tenderness   that

The sound of its pure waters chanted…
I once again was enchanted
By its allure,
For the world around me was pure,

As feelings slithered underneath
Its soothing waves,
Sympathy, comprehension, empathy
All came drenching me,
I smiled for I inhaled the odor
Of sweetness,

The perfume of perfection,
Mmm! As I smelt its scent!
It allayed me with every breath…
It caressed my flesh,

Dawn, as the sun began to rise,
As tears rejoiced in my eyes…
I continued staring at the flowing river,
As its movement slowed down…

As memories rushed back
I smiled…for I knew everything is evanescent,
“Forever” is never to join with happiness …

As I closed my eyes,
Trying not to remember…
The chanting melodies gradually faded,
Until they completely stopped,

I opened my eyes,
Feeling deep remorse, realizing
That the river’s flow completely ceased…

Everything came to an end.

Details | Free verse | |

First day at the sea

The water is rising towards the shore.  
Like a cradle, it rocks me gently,
Easing me with its gentle embrace.
The hug of the sea.

My ears are filled with new sounds,
Listening to the harmonic trebles and
The symphonic bass of the waves.  
The voice of the sea.  

The breeze blows across the frigid waves.
The chill hits me and goose bumps,
Spiked like the spines of an urchin, appear.
The touch of the sea.  

I dive down.  The water is above me.  
I see nothing but blurry blobs of blue,
An azure fog stretching in all directions.
The gaze of the sea.

My head emerges from the top,
I poke out of the blanket of waves,
Swimming back to the sandy shores.  
My farewell to the sea.

Details | Narrative | |

The Burning Veil

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

Details | Free verse | |

deep thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | I do not know? | |


          I fly to Heaven on the back of the most glorious and beautiful beings, an 
Angel. Its wings lined with elegant gold and a crown of leaves that wave swiftly in 
the air. We soar through the silky white clouds and end at the everlasting resting 
place, there to hail the Lord our God. The gates open and I see the most 
astonishing place. The gardens have slow, trickling water and animals running 
unreservedly and feeding on herbal vegetation. Also, they sip from the fountain of 
eternal life. The flowers attract my attention with their breathtaking aroma and the 
buckeye tree sprouting its bloom. I suddenly feel a warm familiar breeze brush 
across my face, reminding me of a past summer. I walk in my milky white, 
contented robe to find a beautiful lagoon with waters so blue and so perfectly 
clear like the souls of the people present. I dive into the water and momentarily 
emerge. Adjacent to my right a dolphin swims. I grab a hold of its tarsal and go 
for a ride. I return to the shore where I stood earlier and laid down in the sand. I 
watched the clouds move slowly across the sky. The tide flows in leisurely over 
my feet, as if massaging them. The sound of the bird overhead and the water 
crashing into the shore put me into a tiring, peaceful mood. I awoke a while later 
to the sound of a familiar tune I have heard once before and then I walked with a 
friend across the beach talking of everything we discovered about the enchanting 
place, and we were joyful that this is where our lives will be spent, in this blissful 

Details | Romanticism | |

How Beautiful is the Sun

The warmth of the sun as it shines upon my face not only makes my face glow, 
but it also helps my gloomy heart to radiate a soft aura.
How intense and powerful this star we call the sun.
As it slowly seeps up over the horizon from the East, it already begins its 
marvelous shimmer. 	The radiant reds, fiery oranges, and even a touch of 
yellow- for good measure. 
Once it is risen from the horizon level it is so majestic, 
How it mirrors over the ocean and along the beach. It continues to rise overhead, 
while we scurry about our day and hectic lives. 
We take its energy and light for granted not even thinking twice about if it were not 
Yes I believe sunrises are so special, but have you seen the brilliance of colors 
in the sky when it is time for the sun to set.
They say if the sun is setting over the water you can hear it hiss.
As for me I would like to think it is true.
Some of the most beautiful sunsets occur over the water with pretty shades of 
pinks, peach, and not to mention those purple colors. The way the colored 
clouds seem to signal the end of another glorious day of light from our intense 
star, the sun.

Details | Quatrain | |

Black River

Sitting on the river bank
while black water pools and slips away
cleanses the spirit of all that was
with a spit polish brass on the dullest day
Invading the current with questioning
with feet skinned in white and bones
catching the answers in black water leaves
while they linger, then sink to their home
All of the motion, in rocking, in waves
All of the sounds brim with life
strip me to soul strings and play me like music
an orchestra dark and deprived
I'll never settle in silt and starvation
I'll never sink like a stone
Catch me a current out on the black river
Carry me back home, alone.

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Where I Walk

On the sweltering sands of this hourglass
is where I walk....

My bare feet blister. 
It feels as though I am walking on hot coals.
As I struggle to walk,
I see images of beautiful lakes and ponds.
The hot air, with its lies and deceit,
has fooled my brain into believing
that the crystal pools of water ahead of me
are genuine.
But soon I realize that
the only water for miles is my own perspiration. 

I have no one here....

My only company is the tiny grains of sand--
an audience of orange, white, and black.
But the wind continually picks them up
and carries them to a new world,
away from me.
Everyone here is bored with my performance.
What is it I have done?

Sadly, I explore this empty world
with my brown marble eyes, 
looking for someone....
I realize that I am surrounded by magnificent artwork--
beautiful mountainous sculptures
that mirror the smooth flow of the wind.
But rather than enjoying this desert's art gallery,
I instead tell myself that
these sculptures are another obstacle
that I must face 
to find my way out of this lonely barren world.

I cup my hands around my mouth and plead,
"Is anyone out there?
Can anyone hear me?"

No echo.

No reply. 

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White water lily rooted deep
Profusive alba in flora peep;
Over the surface,upside down
Waterboatman-nature's clown.
Spiders spin their bubbled bell
Close to a ramshorn in crimson shell;
Stick insects,two inches long
Feed midst a tumultuous throng;
Mosquitoes,midges and water fleas
Bredd ' neath the shade of willow trees;
Rush,sedge in tall loose strife
In open ponds that team with life.

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The Caracaras and The Carafe

There were once three Caracaras; who sought water of a carafe.  
The first thought to use it to bathe a big giraffe, 
but found the vessel very small for indeed the giraffe was so very tall.  
The second thought to use the water to brew a giant wild game stew, 
but alas there was not enough; so with this task he was through~ 
the third bird was dying of thirst and sought of but three drops… 
Alas, the water in the carafe had evaporated holding less than one mere drop…  
The bird became distraught and sucked upon some rocks.  
However, she held the carafe for it began to rain and 
she would soon gain her fill of more than a mere drop. 

Moral: A little patience goes a long way when one works with what you’ve got ;-)

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Natures Soldier

Formation of water appearing on his head

Lying lifeless the beads of cold run down to his heart

Beatless it waits for any sign of life

Like a rose, his body insists for the morning sun

His soul left him not 2 hours ago

Cut down short by a dagger in his chest

The lonely water propells into his wound

Cleansing it of remorse and guilt

Too later, he cannot feel the healing power of nature

As dawn breaks and the sun beams into his bones

Drying his darkness and relieving his dead mind 

The day has cleansed this lost being

Mother nature has kissed his body with her tears

Warmth of the sun has eliminated his evil ways

For now he is part of our world....her world

Decomposing for others to feed off

Good or bad everyone needs to pass

Soon time will get you, and when it does

Will the sun heal your wounds

Or will the water cleanse your soul

Or will it be too late......

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Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

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

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

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

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

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

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

The rush of water 
In streams 
In rivers 
In dreams 

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

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

Let it flow free 
Music in liquidity 
Down to the sea 

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

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The King of Air........... 
Wears a crown of pale blue 
Chased in clouds of white 
Shaped like wings too 

Robes of blue 
Swirls of white 
The king of light............ 
Rising in the air, 
majestic flight 

The wind blew........ 
like a startled colt 
In his calm...... 
Soft wind............ 
In his anger........... 
The lightning bolt 

The King of Fire........ 
Wears a crown of fiery fire 
chased in gold 
Shaped like fire..... 
From the forge........ 
Burning desire 

Robes of orange and red....... 
How hot the flame........ 
That you cannot tame 

The burning........ 
Slowly turning 
Heat to sear............ 
Burning deep into the night 
Fire to fear 
Fire to hold dear 

The King of Water............ 
Wears a crown of deep blue 
Chased in white and green 
sculpted waves 
Reflecting too 

Robes of beauty and form 
The waves.......... 
The storm........... 
Encompassing oceans 
Secret depths 
Full of emotions 
Lakes,rivers and streams 
The power of dreams 

Cascading waterfalls...... 
Deep pools and streams 
Within the source............. 
The water course, 
The water force 
Ebb and flow 
Gentle so.......... 
from the king of dreams 

The King of Earth...... 
Wears a crown of forest green 
Chased in flowers 
Shaped with leaves............ 
Earthly powers 

The Kings' cloth......... 
A living thing........... 
of greenleaf and bark 
The sound of the lark 
Hear it sing............ 
The king's cloth....... 
A living thing 

To stride the land 
The forest....... 
The birds........... 
All held in his hand 

The four Kings 
Air to breathe......... 
Fire to seethe......... 
Water flow....... 
Earth to grow.......... 
The elements found 

The crowns to wear......... 
The elements.......... 
For ages hence........... 
The kings ............ 
all these things......... 

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The River

By the shores of Kittikaca.
Flows the river Minihaha.
To the deep, blue sea  going.
To the salty ocean flowing.

Sweeping trees and debris, before.
Urgent. In a passion, down to the shore.
Pounding, rushing, there's no stopping.
Whirlpools and splashing.

Here the mighty water fall.
Sweeping over cliffs, high and tall.
Dropping with a roar.
To the rocks before.

Changing to a smoky mist.
Banks of clouds. cover this.
I cannot breath, I cannot see.
Such fury, could not be.

Just round the bend.
A great lake.
Like an inland sea.
As far as the eye can see.

The water hardly moving.
Deep, still, absorbing.
I rest my soul.
And take a bowl.

Please help me to find a poem
which inspired me to write this.
I used to know it when I was a school boy,
All I can remember is the first two lines are like
these two, also I think it is about "Pocahontas>

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The Two Fishes

On the path of a village 
            A fish was crying loudly;
Behind it another lay 
            On the land deadly.
Many were crossing them
            But nobody heard,
Then its voice   
            Went to a kind shepherd.
Very  politely he asked 
            And knew the reason .
The reason was nothing 
            But the cruel season.
The cruel summer season
            Had dried the big pond.
In quest of water ,
            The two fishes reached the ground.
Not a drop of water was found
            Due to lack of rain,
So all their labour
            Was in vain.
One of the two fishes
            Was breathing the last;
He took the both
            And ran very fast.
He put them into a tank
            Conserving water for his cattle.
After that the fishes started 
            To dance and whistle

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The molten rock came to the surface
The King of Water
Covered the rock in the sea
Rock exploded
Threw themselves high
Huge trails littered the sky
Of rock that cooled and hissed

Soon the seas
Surrounded the rock
The endless battering
Made beaches
Made mountains
The Fire King forges
The Water King , cools

Soon the seas
So barren
Would be filled
With gifts from the Earth King
For fish in their multitudes
Inhabited a world of swimming

The King of Water
Explored the depths
Of the sea
Of the meaning
It became  the dreaming

For on the sea,
and under it
Dreams are made
For you
For me

When the earth settled and laid
Fresh water lakes filled
The cracks in the rock
That the Fire King made

The water gave life
To everything
The fish
The animals
To Heartstone
The dreaming

Such consciousness
Became the Stream of Sighs
For water is alive
It lives within us all

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Ocean Moods

I walk the beach early in the morning,
The sand cleansed of footprints
Erased like a chalkboard,
The glassy calm water joins
The rising orange sun
After passing dark hours
Kneading the sand.

The sun fades to yellow
The ocean mood changes as
Waves spew forth
In a clap of thunder
The salt smell rising;
The force of the water controls me:
I fall and taste the salt.

The water creeps up 
Covering the beach
Filling the moats of sand castles;
The afternoon sun goes from yellow to orange,
The waves are ebbing, retreating.

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natures greeting

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

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Emptiness of a Shell

I pick a shell up out of the ocean
I pour its water out of the shell
But the ocean remains within it
I hear its water inside my ear
Everytime I am at the ocean
Anytime I will hold a shell
I hear emptiness sounds its limit
Sometimes it water seems so near


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Lilies of the Covenant (Part I)

     The earth dried and withered.  Rivers turned into desert, flowing springs into 
thirsty ground and fruitful land into a valley of salt.  The world languished, and the 
people lay in dust as the land trembled.  It was shaken like a hut in the wind and 
torn open.  Great structures crumbled into heaps.  The vine was, also, cut down 
by lightning and was burned in the fire and quaking.
     There was no more trumpets sounding; the straight trumpet was no more 
seen in this dry and weary land, where no water was; souls thirsted in anguish.  
Flesh longed.  Voices cried out,  
	“We have seen desperate times’ hard things that astonish us, and 
we reel as those who drink wine and stagger.”
     Even the merrymakers groaned for the new wine that had dried up in its 
bottles; therefore, in dust and ashes, this, they made their lament.
	“Remember us, O Lord, and what has happened to us.  Look upon 
us and see our disgrace.  Remember our devastation and have pity.  Show forth 
your mercy and forgive us, for we have reveled in gluttony and drunkenness and 
turned everyone to his own way.  We, now, see our destruction, that we are 
slaves to folly, and, again, we turn to you.  So turn us, O God of tender mercies.  
Manifest your loving kindness, which is better than life, and show favor to your 
land by restoring its fortunes.”
	“Mend its fractures!  Heal its breaches!  Give us your aid, for the help 
of man is worthless.  He is vain, but you, our God, alone, make your face to shine 
on us with salvation.  Save us.”
	“May the waters see you and writhe; may they convulse in fear.  May 
the clouds pour down water from you upper chambers, when you answer us out 
of the secret place of thunder.  Split the rocks so that the waters may gush and 
flow abundantly as the seas, and out of the rocky crags cause you rain to  stream 
like rivers, yet, remember your faithful promise and give us a banner that we may 
unfurl and display under the bow, and when the waters have subsided, bring 
your vine up out of Egypt.”

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The wind blows through my hair 
The smell of pine in the air 
The breeze stirs the leaves to fall 
In the distance you hear the eagles call 
An acorn hidden as the chipmunks search for more
In the distance you hear the water rushing to the shore
Night approaches in the sky a billion little lights
The snapping of campfires casting their light 
Footsteps as people walk
Voices in a distance as campers talk
Morning comes eyes awaken 
The smell of cooking eggs and bacon
Calm water the morning fisherman's delight
 Children in the park flying a kite
 Pine scent and sandy shores 
Nothing like the great outdoors

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As the water flows through the rocks,
 bouncing from edge to edge,
  lights dance in the pools,
   we dance the dance of a lifetime.

We added many things
 to this waterfall we're building,
  only to discared and recollect 
   old yesterdays left behind.

I found a few frogs
 or maybe they found me,
  they seem to show-off my ugly flaws.

Then some turtles wandered in,
 just where they fit in,
  we may never  know for sure.

I hope the water never ceases to flow;
 and like the love in our hearts,
  I hope the water will
   forever flow.

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Mind of Nature

When smoke was rounding in a cycle,
Sunrays were shining on Earth,
Carbon dioxide and oxygen got its birth,
A first drop of water touched the Planet.
On his first day,
When water started to vaporise,
Gases and chemicals produced a seed,
Steam opened mind of nature.

When smoke converted in to clouds,
Rain touched the burning heart of soil,
Nature took time to balance planets.

When days and Nights got pregnancy,
Time became a first child of nature.
Seeds delivered their hearts,
After Rain, first time frogs played music.

The Earth became a world,
Trees, insects, animals and human,
Got their birth, as well as,
Time provides them colours.

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It is Good (Part I)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lilies of the Covenant (Part II)

“We will clear the ground of all rubble.  We will plow the earth and break up her 
clods, so that the vine will take deep root and flourish throughout the land.  The 
hills will be covered with its shade; even the mountains with he mighty cedars 
will be shadowed under its branches, sending out its boughs to the sea of reeds 
and its shoots to the Euphrates.  May her hedges never be hewn again, and let 
her boundary lines fall for us in pleasant places.  May her walls never be broken 
through, so that boars from the forest and all the wild creatures may not pluck its 
tender grapes.”
	“Watch over this vine you will plant with your right hand, and so shall 
our sons be ...well nurtured.  They shall blossom like the lily, and our daughters 
shall be like corner stones, like beautifully carved pillars adorning a palace with 
their capitals cast as trumpets in the shape of lilies.  So shall they be in rows 
when the city is rebuilt.  Our garners shall be full, and our vats shall overflow with 
the fat of the land.  There will be no more breaching of the walls within our gates, 
and our fortunes will not go into captivity again.”
     And when the entire host of people had shouted, “Amen!”  it rained a great 
rain, the former and the latter rain together, and singing and dancing 
accompanied the sounds of land and sky.  The wilderness was turned into pools 
of water and parched ground into water springs; so their thirst was quenched 
with wines and their hunger filled with grapes, and their captives were brought 
again to tend their own vineyards in the land where trumpets are heard one 
more;  the straight trumpets are seen arrayed by the palace in the beautiful city, 
and there they celebrate God, for the seed and fruit both sown and reaped in just 
one day.
A Scripture Compilation

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A boat was anchored off shore.
My pants were rolled to my knees
And my shoes set on pebbled sand.
I left footprints from the beach to silt
And walked out onto the calm sea.
The surface tension rippled, rippled...
It gathered around my feet with each step
Until I reached the boat and climbed aboard.
A woman mocked me and got off her boat
And began walking towards the shore.
The water did not move as she walked,
But soon she began to sink, sink, sink...
When she had been totally submerged,
She swam out of  the deluge to the shore.
She was saturated, gasping and ashamed.
A policeman had to wade in the water to
Fish out her shoes after this phenomenon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My Secret Place

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

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

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

No one for miles, 
wearing nothing, 
but our smiles 

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

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

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

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

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

Cool water lapping at edge of white sand 
holding my hand 

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The River Runs

Storms rain sprung on rocky clefts
Where springtime run-off streams are filled.
Where snows melts and clouds lift
The start of water generous gift.
Here the rivulet and creeks build.

Through the foothill small brooks run
On their track toward His sea.
Fast their speed and faster won
Faster forward the plains they hum
From this slope, increase their speed.

Life giving water gentle flows
Meander out across the plains
Forward to sea the water goes
Wider and wider, the river grows.
It gathers here, yet with the rains.

A distance far from mountains tops
A river plunges into a sea
From time began it never stops,
Headwaters high to ocean drops
Forever will the rivers be.

The scars of earth are God's plan
The river runs without a reason.
Therefore, it is the heart of man
On the banks of might rivers stand
To live and love in ever season.