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Sailing These Seas

Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough.
The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink.
My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do.
The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think.

Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down.
The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay.
My worries are at the back of my head.
I’ll save them for another day.

Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something!
My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared.
Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious?
Even the leader sometimes gets scared.

Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact.
Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live.
They saved me when I needed them.
I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give.

*side note*

To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it.

The first verse pretty much says
"I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do."

Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy."

Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it."

Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."


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Images I recall

Nature in all her glorious splendor 
Serves as reminder in loves fall
For only you bequeath this tremor
In depictions of images I recall 

Effortlessly you breath life in me
In seasons young and guileless
A fragrant rush of healing breeze
A pastel sunset in reverent silence

Your masculine beauty staggers in part
Like the rapid beat of hummingbirds wings
Causing incalculable pulses in my heart
A timeless consciousness of a dream

Your a sanctuary of waters
In forms numerous in theme
Like raindrops bathe the pauper
Or my feet dangling in a stream

You walk with me in rainbows shadow 
Forming hope through foaming falls
You entertain me with puddles shallow
And secure me in the surfers transparent walls

Your kisses like water cascading 
Over my lonely emerald lands 
Your strength like waves fiercely bracing
Stillness on morning lake the moment you hold my hand

Your an offering like a summer rain
My covering like winters snow
My sustaining element of life
The ceasing of the tears you know
 
Your my future journey my waterway
The current that carries me home
Your the deep pool where our children play
Our bond powerful like water smoothing river stones

A thousand deaths of life I'd suffer
If of you my world were to be deprived 
Like the earth of water left uncovered
For your waters are the celebration of my life



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The Meaning Of Love

The Meaning of Love

Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes
Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes.
Making love under the moonlit sky so bright
As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night.

Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear
Trembling together but not even near
Eons apart but matched in one thought
It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought.

The moon need not be there, the river may dry up
The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup
Together they can be as one without even a touch
In thought and word only, the passion too much.

To fetch the passion to it’s desired end
Words of love and time one needs to spend
To come and reach the final conclusion
Together as one, it is no illusion.

Happiness can be reached though eons apart
Though time and circumstance tug at the heart
To never be alone in word thought or deed
Always to be there, when the other is in need.

© 22/12/2012 ~GG~


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Judge Not

‘Til heaven quakes and hell erupts
     Judge not the souls of man
But be brave and do not disrupt
     The nature of a plan

Put into place and made with hands
     Much, much superior 
From where I stand and far more grand,
     I am inferior.

Without water thy soul does rust
     Water thy own garden
Believe in thee, in thee—I trust.
     And receive thy pardon

From thy fierce and fiery hell
     Of thy unwanted greed.
If not, I am destined to dwell,
     Lost, with nowhere to feed.


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The Waves

Strolling along Myrtle Beach
Collecting shells in the sand
The waves become hypnotic
And the mood moves into grand.
So many thoughts and memories
Come rushing back with the waves
Thoughts that flood and can’t be stopped,
Some get panned, but some are raves.
Again and again
They flow in and out
Life reliving every decision
Life reliving every doubt.
Then sanity reasserts
For the mind knows what it knows
And hypnosis grinds to a halt
With the sand between my toes.
By E. Marshall Evans


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AT THE WATER'S EDGE

AT THE WATER'S EDGE As I sit here at the water's edge I let the sand sift through my toes I watch the sun rise in the east Turn the sky a glorious, summer rose. As it rises 'bove the skyline A burgeoning orb now glows A globe of fire then bursts forth As the waves lap gently 'round my toes. By midday it's a blinding ball of fire Pouring searing heat like Hades' pledge The beach's sand absorbs the raging heat But it's serenely cool here at the water's edge. © ELR 2013


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Elemental Concerns (Revised)

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

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

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

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

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


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


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The Tin Bath Childhood Memory

..~~Childhood Memory~~.. None of us could swim, from the river we were banned Not allowed near the water without an adult holding a hand When the adults were busy we went to play Of course to the river our thoughts oft did stray. A tin bath we found much to our delight It would make a good boat so try it we might. We were not allowed swimsuits as none of us could swim So it was down to our birthday suits then we jumped in. We took it in turns to sail in the bath We didn’t think then of our parent’s fears or wrath My brother decided a new game to play Who could capsize the bath best - and still get away? What fun playing in the hours of illicit gaming. Capsizing and spitting out water with no complaining. All went well until I tipped the bath near the drinking tree root They sucked up and grabbed the bath for a hoot. I turned the bath over and fell from inside The tree roots clawed at me from the surface trying to hide The fingers of the tree reached for me, holding and pinning me tight The air from my lungs all gone - I never thought I would see the light. A gasp as air rushed in, I could breath, I could see And there were my friends and siblings all clapping at me I had put on a good "act" of drowning they said I had not the heart to tell them I thought I was dead. We rubbed ourselves down with our clothes and dressed quick All crossing our hearts, we would never tell our trick I remember so well the dark grasping water back then I learnt to swim quick before I went there again.


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Fishing- Repost



Standing thigh high  on the riffle,
Feeling the current pull at my  knees.
Breathing deep.. my world is calm now,
Winged  beauty drifting by on the breeze.

My line floats out like a feather,
And patiently waits a strike from below.
My soul seeks the magic of water,
I'm lost in its ebb and its flow.

I admit its really not about catching,
I don’t care if the prey is  that clever.
The light gently leaving the canyon,
I want to hold this moment forever .


Why to we fight daily battles
Looking for fortune or fame?
I turn from this life of  unease,
The river is calling my name.
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To tea or not to tea 'answered'

To tea or not to tea 'answered'

The ultimate taste in tea,
as it should always be.
There is tea and there is the perfect cup,
make perfect tea? Yes, for all to sup.

Right! Now we can start,
making perfect tea to warm your heart.
Warm your cup and your kettle boil,
no tea-bag yet or you will despoil.

Sugar in your cup to begin,
aye! Sugar or what-ever is your sin.
Next boiling water you may add,
still no tea yet, not one wee tad.

Stir your sugar until dissolved,
your perfect cup is nearly solved.
Now! Only now place your tea-bag,
let it sit there, let it lag.

Leave thirty seconds then jiggle your string,
Straight up and down, no wiggling.
It's up to you how many dumps you do,
the more dumps and the flavor will accrue.

Warm cup, boiling water equals 82 degrees,
The flavor will always be, just the Bee's knees.
Never pour boiling water on any tea-bag,
'cos the flavor will be just blidy, blidy sad.

Now taste your tea minus the 'tannin' shock,
You'll notice the difference, like cheese from chalk.
Many thousand cups of tea I have drank,
Use this recipe and you'll have me to thank.

The Auld Yin.


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Shallow Water

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


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Beauty of the Pond

The pond laps on the side edge of itself Tiny waves form by the moon’s influence Ripples formed by all the tree’s seeds falling Beauty of this scene has some innocence Reflections in the pond are barely there Wavy image appears on the surface A calming feel is presented right here Each ripple arrives as if in a race Light ricochets off the water’s bright form Opening my heart to wondrous beauty Safely this pond allows me perfect ease My soul’s receptive of tranquility I throw pebbles in the inviting pond I see some fish rising to water’s top Showing off and tempting me to catch them I’ll remember joy, never the teardrops Russell Sivey


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Breaking Down

As I'm standing in the shower
The water changes cold
Now head hid in the corner
Some tears start to mold

But I don't cry 'cause it's freezing
The chilly water just made me crack
Stacked on top of everything
And I try to choke sobs back

I can't let anyone hear me
I've never tried to whine
So I'll just suffer silently
Acting like I'm just fine

And in fact I've played myself
Denial to depression
Pretended I had happy wealth
And joy in my possession

And who am I? To focus on me?
Though it's a lie and truly fake
Others can have it just as badly
So I shouldn't fuss for their sake

So I take a deep and long inhale
Not wanting to open my eyes
To see the ugly truth unveiled
Just to put on my disguise


December 2009


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Streams

You are the air that I breathe
The sunshine on my cheek
But a shadow of a dream
Mi belle magnifique


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The Days are Water

The days are water
trickling by,
dripping, dropping globules
falling from somewhere high,

past the clouds,
past the trees,
past the hands of the thirsty
trembling on their knees.


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A Penny for your Thoughts

The dreams inside my heart are never ending.
I find some comfort in the people I’m befriending.
I look all around to find a solution.
 Maybe I’m just part of human evolution?

I think there is something locked inside the dream,
It just seems to flow, much like a rushing stream.
As the water passes by, I peek around the bend,
When I view before me, my heart begins to mend.

I can’t always wrap my mind around this,
Moments of despair, wrapped inside of bliss.
Sometimes they create balance inside of me,
Opening my eyes, so I am able to see.

Some  I get while some I don’t understand.
Sometimes like a stranger from a far off land.
I gather up the pieces, hoping they will fit.
 The answers are illusive on this bank I sit.

I watch as the water washes ashore,
I see in my heart I desire some more.
The ripples are like changes, sparkling with light,
 Reminds me of the stars that appear every night.

I think I see something through the corner of my eye,
Perhaps it is the life that simply passed me by?
 I seem to wonder often where the time just went,
 A penny for your thoughts, For I only have a cent.


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She was Returned

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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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


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SEA LIFE

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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Steamy Windows

Amidst the steam on the panes of glass
Are breasts of pure of my Maiden lass
Firm being loved as our hands are clasped
Pressed to impress as our bodies clash

Naked we are sharing as two become one
Again through steamy windows our loving's begun
As the water cascades down this naked of two
Impressed into thee as I stand behind you

Lustful we are sharing moments of bliss
As we turn our heads in tongue lashing kiss
The noise of the water drowns joyous groans 
Our excitement reaches peak, to one another we're sown








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php


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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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Baptism

Water rushes past my face 
 Coolness and chills sink in 
Goosebumps pop and hair raises
 On this brand new skin 
The warmth of the breeze hits me
I feel it's breath, it's near 
Passes by my shoulders 
Hits me in my ears 
 Sun reflects off the ripples
 It blinds me, hits my eyes 
Orbs and halos fill my vision
When I look up to the sky 
 I sometimes gulp the water 
Salt dissolves on my tongue
The crystals dance inside my mouth 
To a song I've never sung
 I lie in the caressing water 
I lie there carelessly 
Floating to a good place 
That God has meant for me


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FEAR of Sharks

When my kids were small and for several years We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast Where the sand was white and the water clear And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast Both Bruce and Mary Ann would join us there In those days, we had the beach to ourselves A week of fun without a single care Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves Just clear water from shore to the sand bar It turns to a dark blue where it gets deep This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far Lying on air mattresses half asleep Some people on shore, strolling up the beach We both heard them when they started to yell They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there! Scared shitless, started paddling like hell Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two While at my best, I stand five foot seven With those long arms of his, his mattress flew Way behind, I was praying to heaven Then it happened, I fell off the mattress Legs hanging down and floundering around Looking more like shark bait, increased the stress Fear was eminence; then my feet hit the ground Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me “Take a look over there, was do you see?” No sharks, just a few porpoise swimming free Yet, out there, FEAR was as great as can be


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FREE CEE but teach a man to fish i will have the fish with a side of tartar sauce please

allow me to tell you about a man i know
his righteous rhetoric says he created me
turning water into wine is quite a good show
by a man i mainain strongly has always hated me

sure two thousand years have preserved his word
while phools and phollowers tithe on Sunday in his name
they bow to the sermons his servents have heard
but for my trials it's this man with whom i place the blame

his good book promises he can save me 
all i have to do is pray to his spirit enduring
it also says i should be grateful for everything he gave me
well i find his requests really quite boring

somehow he got people to believe he walked on water to prove his divinity
and fed thousands of folks with fish like flounder and cod
his good book says he will forgive me unto infinity
well it just so happens that i won't ever fuc**ng forgive god
  (c) 2012   PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Shark Attack

When my kids were small for several years We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast Where sand was white and water clear And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast Bruce and Mary Ann always would join us there In those days, we had the beach to ourselves A week of fun without a single care Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves Just clear water from shore to the sand bar Then it turns a dark blue where it gets deep This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far Lying on air mattresses half asleep Some people on shore were strolling the beach We both heard them when they started to yell They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there! Scared us shitless, both started paddling like hell Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two While at best, I would stand five foot seven With those long arms of his, his mattress flew Way behind, I was praying to heaven Then worst of all thing, fell off the mattress Legs hanging down and floundering around I looked even more like shark bait, I guess Scared to death, then my feet hit the ground Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me He was mad and he said “we should kill them!” Take a look over there, was do you see The sharks were just porpoise taking a swim


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Niagara Falls

Cascading water that never seems to end
Going over the falls ever single day
The roaring of the water crashing down
A torrent that no one can stay

It draws a crowd of people far and wide
Who come to see its awesome view
Some have even tempted fate in ways
That one should really not attempt to do

A few have won a battle with the falls
Gaining fame and fortune from the duel
Many others have come because
The wish to celebrate a life with two

From honeymoons to wars daredevils to disasters
This place where heaven and earth seem to meet
Has captivated both one and all I'd say
Someday I hope to see this place so sweet


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Living water

ON TAP
In a barren world-
many search,but never know
In a barren world-
living water gives life
An everlasting spring
living in your heart
will to many flow
helpng others,sing


Jesus is this living water taste and see


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DRINKING WATER ON HELVELLYN

DRINKING   WATER    ON     HELVELLYN

Martin’s idea to go up Helvellyn
Sounded like hard work to me
Lots of rock-scrambling and ridges windy
Lots of feet sore and toes swellin’

Someplace near the top was a spring 
We filled our water bottle from it.
When we got to the summit
We guzzled the water, sweating.

Then, in the  sun and slaked we lay,
Finest taste I ever had in throat -
Truest word I ever wrote -
Before or since that  day.


Note:
Helvellyn  is one of the mountains in the English Lake District, about  3 100 feet  high.


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THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Tadpoles

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


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COOKS

COOKS



She can produce something out of nothing.
She  uses  water hot or water cool,
She’s mixing, kneading, always stirring,
She seems to follow no known rule.


Not like me, I need  thinking, planning, 
Select ingredient,  all instructions, special  tool.
When it’s pressure cooking I need fanning:
I’m  from the standard normal training school.


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Black River

Sitting on the river bank
while black water pools and slips away
cleanses the spirit of all that was
with a spit polish brass on the dullest day
Invading the current with questioning
with feet skinned in white and bones
catching the answers in black water leaves
while they linger, then sink to their home
All of the motion, in rocking, in waves
All of the sounds brim with life
strip me to soul strings and play me like music
an orchestra dark and deprived
I'll never settle in silt and starvation
I'll never sink like a stone
Catch me a current out on the black river
Carry me back home, alone.


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Eternity

The waves crash against the sandy shore
The sun shines down upon the torrid sea
The pounding, constant rush of flowing water
Lasts, from here to eternity.

Here we are, as water washes our bodies
Entwined in a hold, refusing to release
The water enlivens the senses, desires
As even tighter, together we squeeze.

This love on the sand, ebb tide of desire
It brings out the animal in both you and me
Let’s not forget this, the sea, at this moment
Hold onto it darling, for eternity.


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What's Happened?

What contributes to the disposition of people that makes them think they need 
not manners?
Do they just think they are better than I or do they lack even the smallest ability to 
think?
Why, when approached, do they speak looking away, rather than looking in one’s 
eyes?
Why, when someone’s working in their yards do they not offer up some water to 
drink?

The moral digression of the average person is speeding at speeds that makes 
me cry.
As curses are hurled throughout every language, almost as if like water they flow.
Well, my children, they are taught to respect their elders and laws and so much 
more.
For the adults that they one day become, will be based on what they learned and 
now know.

Come on folks, think! 


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I'm Drowning

I am a soda addict
Of this I can attest
I must give up the soda
I have to do my best

The carbonation kills me
Yet still I drink it down
I wake up in the morning
To not so friendly sounds

I now drink so much water
I’m ready to explode
I’m always in the bathroom
Relieving from the load

They say the water helps with
The brittleness of bones
But all it really helps with 
Is passing of some stones

Though, I am feeling better
As water is so healthy
My bladder is now filled
Giving me much buoyancy