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.
Water falls in drops of liquid pearl
Landing on my head first
Then down my nose and my shoulders
Dripping down my members.
In thirst I lift my head up to drink
The water descends cleansing
Taking in its flow all the toxins
And leaves a revived sense of being.
The words You softly whisper in my mind
Are like water of the purest kind
They take away my fears at night
And make me feel so alive.
For Your love is like a spring of life
That ever flows from on high.
Copyright Nov. 2011
Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim
Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere
The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring
Lost in the power, influence, shiny gold
If only __a different story told
Peacefully she sits on her paddleboat
In the sunlight she keeps herself afloat
She sees her reverse image on water
This allows her boat to teeter-totter
She places her hand onto the still pond
Lifts her head as she begins to respond
The sunlight beams on her with a warm ray
Illumines everything outside today
She opens her picnic basket for food
Her meal eaten puts her in a good mood
The sound of the pond, you can hear the bugs
As on the surface they come and slightly buzz
The scene is dramatic, very tranquil
She wants to stay here, where she is grateful
The trees expand right over the water
Bringing awe, perfect brightness to the sound
The free-flowing brook moves swiftly over
Eyes can capture the young feelings abound
I enjoy the emotion that’s around
Loving of nature is proudly encased
Moisture by the emanating fog's sound
Towards a peaceful life that’s interlaced
I will always go cherish this day here
No other time nor place can sure compare
And my heart will always exist right here
Forever I will swim these fields and lairs
Tenderly open your eyes towards me
So when I come near, you can surely see
The shadow on the crystal lake water
Comes from a young girl very sweet and pure
She’s a charmer, people want to see her
For her skin’s so smooth, and her smile’s a lure
Eyes that sure resemble puppy dog’s eyes
Her soft hand makes ripples where water lies
Tenderly she brings water to her face
No part of her body is out of place
Droplets drip down her face and to her heart
Allowing those around to see beauty
Her presence is very cute to impart
No one can deny her inner psyche
Sadly she will never stay at this age
I’ll always love my girl, at any stage
Entered into Dana'lynn Smith's "In The Meadow" contest
The river is so calm, flows with such great ease
It does move, but only when there is a breeze
I feel like taking a dip in the water
But most people would wonder what’s the matter
It seemed like a good idea for Sunday
Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way
I’m a little crazy, but not that insane
I sure would not do something quite this inane
The water still looks pristine and beautiful
I still put my toes in the water, prideful
It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel
It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real
Someday soon I will go for a swim in here
When it is warmer, the best time of the year
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.
Trees all flare some bright orange and yellow
Filaments of red spread where wind billows
Up in the sky shows the darker grey mass
Slightly blue expressed, shows autumn alas
A special tree wallows near a calm pond
Tree explodes colors like that from a wand
And reflects onto the water below
An image of itself reversed I know
Fall rules this passive, semi-cloudy day
Grey dominates the sky, blue comes its way
Pond ripples by the bugs on the surface
Flying across displaying its own pace
Autumn releases some grand dynasty
Peace is in the air, sends tranquility
In the watery bed I float along
Soothing thoughts swirl aimlessly in my head
Blue green melting into a lovely song
Whispering trickles of words to be said
Dancing so beautifully on the toe
Ballerinas drown on their timely own
Spinning in circles big little and low
Wonderful and flowing let it be known
Small asters and rose petals float about
The aquatic surface so pure and smooth
Ripples and waves forcing me in and out
The differences in motion break and move
Watery eyes gazing into the sun
My journey of wet life has just begun
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
Let me strip you from the morning dew,
It is spring: listen to the raising melody
in the garden, the daffodils bloom anew:
let me take your tears under my custody.
Down, a river runs between twin hills,
The wind tries to contest the water pace,
Howling and spinning blades of windmills:
as my fingertips drop down by your face.
Do not weep if you discover me dead,
Touch my cold lips: make our breath one,
on my gravestone, last words you read.
Join by my side on this grave: love is gone
to navigate on the stead water stream,
a man cannot dream twice the same dream.
If only I could open up your eyes,
As waves and seas to see I am your man,
Your soul would flow with water of my cries,
Protecting me through storms as walls of damn.
I float to love like flowers float amidst,
Gardens of green on floors of summers earth.
I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss,
Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth.
To let me drown would die my heart that beats,
A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim,
My days would surface what hot deserts greets,
Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim.
Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well,
Yet without water how love sings to hell.
Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
As life cannot continue without breath,
a rainless land may gather only death.
It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless pioneer
The waves and wind inhabitants don’t fear
because the levee like a fortress seems
Although the water may rise to extremes
the stronghold by the bay will persevere
The city has the water in its veins
It flows for fish and man, past work and rest
In the Lagoon ends every waterway
And when it is the season for the rains
this landlocked sea is at is very best
and leads redundant water to the bay
Reaching, crawling, from deep within my dark,
Emerging from an almost endless night.
So thirsty in a land so dry and stark,
But I see the waves, I can see the light.
As I taste the salty blue, my soul stirs.
Reflections of a peace that I once knew,
A calling I can't deny, it allures,
For through these blue skies, I once freely flew.
Cool water awakens my sleeping soul,
Soothing my burns from a journey of pain.
Living so alone, has taken its toll,
Where love is only for personal gain.
A world without air, a world without breathe,
Will be forever home until my death.
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
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
They might be dirty birdies… but of course I love them so.
Even with the birdseed scatters far across the floor.
But I doubt they’re really dirty since they crowd my birdbath so.
And with the drought outside my door I let their water flow.
They flutter around the bowl with ease as it empties twice a day.
And I enjoy watching them play in a wonderful display.
Nowhere will you find such an intensely flowing water storm.
And 12 stick close together as they show they’re many charms.
I authorize their playfulness for my many tiny friends.
Even a tiny hummingbird comes to my window in the end.
Now that is most surprising, as I have nothing for him to eat.
We both just like admiring the view for it is such a treat.
Of course he’s really telling me to turn on the sprinkler hose.
For he loves to travel back and forth as the water travels so.
As a child my mother took care of the chicken coup and began to
Despise those Dirty Birds… but when I was young her comment turned
Into a name for those I loved… I was too young to realize her true meaning
At the time… Later it stayed with me as a memory of how different were our
lives and how things are passed along from one generation to another...
Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters
Swimming in cool blue waters so deep
rainbow fish , so pretty the stars weep
Oceans filled with great hope and pride
on celestial waves greatness takes a ride
Constellations shining brightly to see
lights glowing in the past and future be
A sign to speed life on it's merry way
guiding our spirits into a future day
Neptune stands his mighty waters so well
holding back the monsters from deepest hell
Comets bring in the joy of desperate relief
washing away anguished pains of epic grief
In a bright galaxy so very far, far away
Seas of life exist, love and sweetly play
Robert J. Lindley, 07-12-2014
Sponsor Leonora Galinta
Contest Name , Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
I was in Mexico, sparkling blue water of the sea
When my friend and I decided to charter a boat
And go fishing, so we got up at 5am simply, to be free.
No more jobs or money, only four of us to be afloat.
We boarded the boat to fish but soon to our surprise
We hooked a marlin to keep us on our toes.
After 4 hours of battle, his body grimly rose
And floated up to the top of the water to his final demise
The heroics passed quickly and congratulations too.
I had killed something beautiful, my heart bore the shame
One of God’s creatures, for my vanity, I only felt blame.
My grief cut like a knife and despair only grew.
Oh the fisherman’s dream, the marlin’s life deceased?
Why did I kill him, instead of revering his peace?
A sonnet, also considered a limerick...hope my seriousness doesn't
blow you humor away.
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Natural beauty, Spewell Bluff
The Flint River's tall, green, pine woods
and smooth, cool, grey, flat, river rocks
Make a shady get away day
Become family fun, skipping
Rocks across the water for sport.
Nature trails lead up, up a step
Hill for the strong of leg and heart.
Fishing or swimming is a choice;
Volley ball and canoing across
The grey shallow water holds fun
at the Spewell Bluff State Park;
As water trickles from the aqua sky,
I silently ponder over my life…
And how much I care, oh can’t you see why?
Your bright smile, like the sun helps me through strife.
Before now, I never knew who I was,
but you helped show me the world’s vivid glow.
You are my best friend, brave, funny, and just.
With you will I feel the bitter, cold snow?
I know that together we’ll move mountains,
Our fates like a vine have become entwined.
Our pleasure spreads like water in fountains,
Moving forward, we'll never press rewind.
Holding hands as we keep moving along,
You’re the drum behind the beat of my song.
feel the slight tremble
grow into a shake-fear not
until the slides begin to announce her coming
then the water bath and blast,
keep your mind together; just wonder.
feel the slight fear
grow into a shiver-fear not
until the pulsing heart announces her coming
then the water baths and flow
keep your mind together-just ponder
A mind quake.
we suffer but one death to die several times before
a great show of cowardice
a quake it is for it comes then goes,the fear is what it leaves you with.
With my hands forcing a wind beaten hatch
Out into a vast world of might and spray
Holding tightly to the storm lines I latch
Rain gear lashing against my frame, I pray
Mountains of water rising and falling
Wind screaming through man made tower of steel
Stagger dancing and towing, not walking
Salt water flies into my eyes, I shield
Finally, the hatch lever in my grip
Squeezing into the signal shack, dog tight
Safe inside, warm and dry, poncho, drip, drip
Blue water and spray extinguish star light
Night on watch, in a treacherous typhoon
The howling beast stalking my metal room