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Crying River

Crying River (The Untold Ballad) 

Undercover waters of rain dashing
The children are cold, no longer splashing
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem, -shallow basin 

She cries, a tune, 
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her winds, Pretty Chains O' Lake 
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from its garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain

When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's awake during winter's rain torrents and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, icy cold naps, bayous shutting up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps

A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain 
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan

~SKAT~

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As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.

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Mississippi Moments

History journeys along with its meandering flow as
a wide birth from bank to bank has eyes straining
trying to see across to the other side, far too wide.
Muddy rivulets stirred up by the river boats drift by
and my dreams become intertwined with what
I have read and the sleepy house boats floating near 
the banks that the river dwellers call home.

A huge stainless steel arch with its catenary curve 
looms gracefully nearby as a gateway of welcome,
built as a monument to Thomas Jefferson and the
pioneers who braved making their way to St. Louis, 
why it is fondly called “the Gateway to the West.”
I felt as if the Arch was paying homage to the mighty
Mississippi with its tall shadow falling on her erratic waters.

Children were waving from the banks at contented tourists 
waving back as they drifted slowly by and time stood still 
with the music of the river taverns mingling with the 
contrasting sounds of riverboat whistles, and I drifted along 
with them sensing serene pleasure into another time and place.


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Banks of River Ganges

Saffron clad sadhus
Sing hymn 'Blue hue cleanse my soul ...
O! Forgiving Ganges...'





Contest :- A Solo EPIC Senryu or Haiku- Riverwalk
Sponsored by:- Linda
Place:- 7th




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Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


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River Walk

River Walk
streaming from heaven, moonbeams stroll on the river … gazing up at stars
Entered in contest:"One Solo EPIC Senryu or Haiku- River Walk," sponsored by Poet Destroyer A (8-27-2014)

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WHERE THE RIVER HAS BEEN

The Sun does not care where the River has been
Knowing she doesn't stay there stagnate with in
Yesterday's sorrows are but a fleeting memory
Now and tomorrow the Sun's warmth sets her free
The River's a magnet holding the Sun in her hand
Drawn to her curves and her wild through the land
The Sun lays over her, she's naked and exposed
The warmth of his rays turn vulnerable to composed
A gentle finger touching lips.. no need to explain
Sun caressing River until she's released her shame
His way and his words are like Heaven come down
To battle all of life's demons that still come around
The Sun's light craves the wild River just as she is
Broken and bruised but still she flows with much fizz
The Sun purifies her banks, makes deep water new
Sweet River, he loves.. and knows you love him too

Date: 10-3-14

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The River's Lyrics

Though they thought it didn't matter,
fate would soon decry its loss,
those who stroked the raven's wing,
cushioned by the verdant moss.

They who spun the silken fibers,
iridescent shades of blue,
molten silver coursing downward,
hissing through the morning dew.

He whose gray eyes knew their essence,
he who flew on velvet wings,
when the final toll was taken,
wrote the lyrics rivers sing.

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weeping willow: tanka : your welca

hey there willow bank admire your hanging eyes  mine are far from dry withdraw tears another time now...i’ll cry you a river
  10/01/2014

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river walk

once this river ran
With stones and sticks it was damned
now a river walk




08-24-2014
for pd contest river walk

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