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The River

Before the weary pilgrim, flowed a river fair and wide
The way was filled with danger,  he couldn't cross the other side;
So the pilgrim sought another to be his expert guide
With a boat that could take him through the surging tide.

The sailor man was strong and he steered the boat so well
Or did the river bear the boat?  It was so hard to tell;
The sailor told the pilgrim of the signs that he might seek
Of the secrets of the river and the message it would speak.

Then the pilgrim felt the peace so he listened and he heard
The murmer of the river and sighs of whispered word;
He heard the river laugh and then he heard it cry
And the pilgrim heard the message as sad tears filled his eye.

He heard the drums of war in the torrent of the rain
And the awful cries of anguish that he never could explain;
Was there a reason for the crossing, or where the river ran
Was there another reason for the journey of this man?

He heard the sounds of death, he heard the sounds of mirth
But nothing that he heard gave tribute to the earth;
The sounds were fused together till they reached a common goal
And the quiver of his heartbeat found a cadence in his soul.

The river lost its birthplace and embraced the open sea
And the pilgrim gave his thanks on reverent bended knee
He opened up his eyes as the sunrise slowly died
But the sailor man had gone and the boat rocked on the tide.

The river filled his veins till the two at last were one
While the tide rolled on forever and earth went round the sun;
The pilgrim was the river and the boat and sailor man
Were the journey of the song, the singing river sang.

This is my adaptation of "The Ferryman" by Herman Hesse


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Walk with me

 We follow the river
Along  the Taff Trail ****
Where will it lead me 
Somewhere beautiful without fail

We pass Llandaff  Cathedral
With Epstein,s statue's within
Cant say that I like it
But thats not a sin

We keep walking for miles
My dog Tilly and me
Soon will be at a castle
Used in films u see

The name of the castle 
Is Castell  Coch
Whose  translation reads
Red Castle of course

It called locally as
The magic castle
Looks so mysterious
As though ready for battle

The rooms arent big at all
Carved small  animals adorn the wall
Been sanctioned for weddings
Though numbers  must be small 

Time to turn back
Homeward bound
Along the manmade track
To the mighty rugby ground

Where voices echo
Hymns are sung
The 6 nations contest*
Has begun.

Come on Wales The reigning grand slam **and   triple crown ***champions

*wales, ireland, scotland, england, italy and france, battle it out annually against each other in Rugby Union. 

**Grand slam is where  you beat all the other teams

***Triple crown is where you have to beat the other 3 uk teams.

**** the river running through Cardiff is the River Taff, that is why we in Wales are called Taffy's 

Taff Trail is 50 miles  of track between Cardiff and  Brecon through countryside and over mountains.  

PLEASE GOOGLE. Castell  Coch  hopefully you will be impressed.

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Alone In The Dark

I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Sounds escaped,
As I walked on vast layer 
Of permafrost.
Beyond the horizon,the 
World lay bare.
With my heart in my 
Hand,I passed thru 
Argyle And Hellas,amid 
eerie Sounds echoing as 
Storms circled,forming 
Shadowy figures.
Storms etching
The terrain,light   
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this 
Voiceless world?
Three thousand miles, 
Across is chasm;beneath 
Lay the throne of Hades
I thought.
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"

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Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

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In Pleasure

In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day 
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak 
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current 
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck 
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight 
As my mind is blown on cloud nine 
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters 
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable 
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Or grievance
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster 
With no relief at hand, 
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side 
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away 
From the Full Moonlight.

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The river flows

The river flows

The river flows so endlessly
Replenishing the sea
With all the rain that falls to Earth
It’s just the way she be
And nothing halts her in her journey
She knows where she must go
No matter what, no matter when
To the ocean she will flow.

Oh yes she’ll travel on her way
Opposing all in sight
She never struggles to get there
She never uses might
She just goes with gravity
Lets him take her in his stride
Over rocks and, down the waterfalls
Sometimes she’s narrow, sometimes wide.

If we could flow just like this river
Our lives would be so sweet
We’d let life take us in her flow
And everything we’d meet
So softly and so easily
Till we get where we must go
You see, this be the way we’re made
To move within the flow.

28 June 2014 @ 1340hrs.

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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.

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A Little Riddle for The Man From Afghanistan

Our story begins with this little riddle.
A man and a wolf set out on a journey with a head 
of cabbage and his goat
But when they get to a river's edge, he can only take one at 
a time on a very small float.
So pay close attention and look for the hidden clues
some may right and some might be wrong to choose.
Now listen closely for a rumbling voice, so you can make a very wise choice.

 There once was a man from Afghanistan
with his wolf, some cabbage and goat
set forth to cross the desert remote.
They trudged for days, maybe as long as a week
whew!! the smell of that cabbage wow did it wreak. 
Over dunes and hills to a mountain's ledge
which lead them down to the river's edge.

Now the wolf was a master over hill and dale
but crossing the river, he would surely fail.
With cabbage as baggage and a goat that won't float
he knew in an instant, he needed a boat.
He stammered, and scratched and pondered awhile
he couldn't decipher how they could all cross The Nile 

He grabbed a few pieces of floating wood 
and lashed them together a tight as he could.
He stared at his float, then peered the wolf,
back to the float then to the goat, Hum?
With cabbage, wolf and goat to tote
he prayed to his God, I need a small boat.
Then all of sudden sand blew in his eye
and a rumbling voice came out of the sky;

F- E- R- R- Y

Now everyone knows that wolf eats goat
and a goat will eat anything especially cabbage.
But did you know that nothing rhymes
with cabbage and wolf, except
for wolf and cabbage blah blah blhablabage.

So there young friends the riddle is solved
if you are able to postulate.
Just carefully follow these simple steps
one, through six, seven and eight.

1. take the goat over  2. come back get cabbage  
3. take cabbage over  4. bring goat back 
5. leave goat  6. take the wolf over  
7. come back, get goat  8. take goat over again

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If I were a river

The river does flow it keeps on going.
It is much like me without even knowing.
I stay my course on my journey to the sea.
I know upon completion I will finally be free.

I stumble over obstacles along the way.
The journey isn’t smooth I must say.
Still I progress leaving them behind.
Many seem to be just in my mind.

Contrasts in colors fade into gray.
The sun hits the ice and melts it away.
My banks confine me like a wall.
I wait for hope expecting a call.

When I slow down the water runs deep.
I am a waterfall from a hill that is steep.
To many species my water brings life.
I cut through the landscape like a knife.

When I get blocked I form a pond.
It takes more time to move beyond.
I reach the other side and I am free.
I return to the river where I should be.

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Still River

I sit and store the lights once more,
On a river which remains forever still,
A reflection of my self stands before,
The fragile question of my will.

Star-board side, I float toward,
A path to which I can’t arrive,
Have anchors torn me from my reward?
A shore of clarity; I am alive.

A map would help in my selection,
A sheltered place for my head to lie,
Upward stream the course of direction,
As the compass points into the sky,

A star glazed river lies forever still,
While distant passengers flow in search for journeys end,
A beckon of light comes from beyond the mill,
Perhaps a peaceful place for their time to spend.

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If Souls Were Rivers

I’m your life’s embankment; the wrong way street.   
You’re the mighty river: the containable rejected.   
Edging away my banks, indifferent to the cold or heat; 
you’re life is an erosion project left unprotected.   
You take a piece of sand here and a dirt clod there;   
engulfing and dragging it along to the mouth   
of the ocean; mixing me in with the debris where   
plastics, paper bags, fishing lures, all float south.   
Things once held in people’s very hands, thrown 
out in disregard, now unneeded, or just lost       
in the current by a false promise; a catch never known. 
I look upstream of your soul at your thoughts’ cost. 
I see your frustrations in swirling pools, vortex of mind; 
hung up on things that I, floating, am forced to leave behind

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Decided to go visit the long-lost relatives  
I'd  left when I broke away from family
To find myself as a teenager.
                          You can never enter the same river twice
                                Wanted to try and pick up the thread
              Of lost decades, catch up, hang out, break bread
                           Wanted to renew contact, like mum said
                                Progress has a cost - loss is the price

It was winter: roads were blocked with snow   
And normal temperature dropped way below -  
The very dead of winter .    
And the car - worn out fanbelt lost,
Engine coughing, tires spinning in the frost;
Other drivers were rude, without inhibitions, 
And fractious in the icy conditions.
All the hotels were filled in a trice 
And in any case charging high  prices.

                             You can never enter the same river twice
                I regretted leaving my warm apartment in Queens
    The little Italian restaurants and waitresses in their teens
   The journey seemed to be just a foolish waste of gasoline
                                   Progress has a cost - loss is the price

But I could tell I was getting closer to the old place,
Then at dawn I came down to a temperate valley,   
Free of snow, with a river and a water mill and three trees.
I checked at the bar in town
But there was no information and so I continued,
And I found the the relatives’ place in the evening
                             You can never enter the same river twice
                                  It wasn’t really that great of a reprise
                  Barely satisfactory to appease them by degrees
                                       With them I was no longer at ease
                                   Progress has a cost - loss is the price

Well, that was a long time ago and I would do it again 
Even though seeing these relatives 
Wasn’t really all the fun I’d thought.  
Turns out I had changed so much 
                              You can never enter the same river twice
                      It was strange even after we shared our meal
                 Just to know how differently they and I could feel
                               To me they were now like strangers real 
                                   Progress has a cost - loss is the price

Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest
Based on Eliot's  JOURNEY OF THE MAGI

(6 lines have  Eliot quotes) 

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The Tumid River of Acheron -The Journey Part One-Revised

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane!
Echoes of  Eperius in the West,
shadow realm wherein evil never rests.

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell.
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men!
Black abyss where Apollo never walks,
lost souls ripped apart by screeching hawks.

Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed.
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then,
cursing future torments for all lost men.
Seething waters that ever separate,
those so damn lost to future tortured Fate.

Father of evil waters from which sprang,
the river Styx of which man's curses rang.
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul, 
where agonizing spirits scream and howl.
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat!

Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast,
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts.
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones,
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones!
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm.

Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock,
rushing blackened waters rising to shock.
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison lethal no mortal man may drink.
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon dark shores.

Far below the  Mariandyni coast,
Acheron ferries victims to its host.
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans!
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be.

Many dark tales of Acheron's fame,
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame.
Moans rising as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver.
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell.

Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015

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Total # Words:	321

Note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my