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Details | Free verse |

Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy

An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous 
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus 
A universal age of prosperity

Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.

The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink

The edge, a precipice.

Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory 


Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.

The end.

(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |
Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky

Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears

In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins

Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise

Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause

4/4/16  Originally For "Elements Part #3 Water
Sponsor Laura Loo, for Any poem written on April 4th/ 2016

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |
I'm always there, in that place that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me. A far away 
meadow where I don't have to hide all the happiness of a young girls heart. One that has 
been ripped apart, so many times. I stare at all the beautiful flowers and trees of my 
surroundings and let the wind gently rustle my hair. I close my eyes taking in all these 
wonderful things, as I lie on the cool grass. My body mixes in with the air, and I'm blowing 
past natures statues and creatures galore. I stop at the edge of a nearby pond, my body 
floating softly to the ground as an eagles feather. I look deep into the sparkling image that 
makes me who I am. I gracefully touch the water with my fingertips and let the water 
shimmer like the stars. A white unicorn grazing near the freshly harvested hay, called out to 
me. It approached me as I stood, and nuzzled my arm. I brushed its silk coat and burrowed 
my face against her cool cheek. This is the reason I come to this place. To interact with the 
things not known or believed in their world. Its just my own, my sound and the behind 
scenes of my eyes. It's calm and peaceful, which their world is far from. I'm the only one with 
the doorway to this meadow. I love going there, it's like a blanket that warms its comfort 
over me when I need it the most. And when I get there, my feelings are a boat sailing to 
sea, leaving me filled with perfect serenity. I'll always be there, till the end of all life, and I 
know this lovely meadow will never be replaced.

Copyright © Audrey Hays | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |
 I remember a riding pony I had as a lad which was born blind. A filly she was born during an 
Arkansas blizzard and we did not know that she was blind at first for we kept our horses in our 
barn for several days because of the winter storm. We all had fallen in love with her by the time 
we learned she was blind and could not bear to put her down. I remember training her to ride 
after she was mature enough and I named her “Pet” for she was my riding pony.
 We spent many happy days together riding inside the green pastures. 
I remember she never refused to let me ride her even the first time. And she learned very 
quickly to respond to my voice and she trusted in every command that I gave her. 
I would say, “easy Pet” when we would come to rough terrain or an eroded ditch in the 
pasture. She would slow to a careful walk, in response to my voice.
 I would ride her down into the lower part of the pasture to the creek in hottest part of the day. 
Pet could of course smell the water and when she would come near the bank of the creek I 
would again say, “easy Pet” and she would respond by slowing to a snail’s pace down the steep 

 Pet would wade out about belly depth into the water where she would drink her fill of the cool 
clear water. And I would use her back as a diving board launch and swim to my heart’s delight. 
After she was through drinking I would climb on her back again and give her head to her and 
she would trot to the barn where she knew I would give her treats, such as carrots, apples, 
sugar cubes and so on. 

 I remember I never did have the heart to make her run full speed as 
I supposed that her blindness was burden enough in her life for her to bear. 
It is said of truth that one gets to keep in heaven those things of this life that were loved sufficiently. 
I know that my beloved Pet shall be my precious playmate again in the heavenly ethereal of the Spirit.

 Pet lives on even now in the depths of my childhood memories. Her loving low neighs as she 
approached me by smell, and her nuzzles into my pocket for the sugar cubes she knew would 
always be there for her. In heaven I shall see my Pet again, and this time she will see me, 
maybe for the first time.    

For and in honor of Carol Brown
and Contest.

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.

Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.

Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.

'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.


(C) 12th May 2017

ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme

10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)

For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)

Used the following word(s):

#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |
trawlers steam out from dutch harbour
patroling the frozen waves
serching for gold under the sea 
to feed my family

in the wheelhouse the stars shine in
skyes dark and air so thin
no mater where this vessel takes me
my heart is yerning out for you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

icey winds shiver my spine
as we bring out catch abord
empty net and broken dreams 
as the waves come crashing down

storms break loose with a crash of thunder
rolling across the bering sea 
up and down around then under
but still i dream of you

heaven on the water
is where im dreaming of my love
i see your face on the misty spray
as im calling out your name
heaven on the water
it wont be long my love
for a few more days i know you`l guide me 
guide me home to you

i see you face as the boat goes down
sea whispering my name
beconing me to the river
where we first found love

heaven on the water
im still here my love
watching you and our daughters 
from the stars above
heaven on the water 
calling out your name
calling out your name
heaven on the water
calling out your name

Copyright © Mark Gallows | Year Posted 2007

Details | Narrative |
He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church so Poppy could ask secret questions."
"The priest gave Poppy a shot and a beer and Poppy sent me next store and he gave me money for  taffy."
"He told me not to tell anyone especially you about the priest cause it's only for the priests ears."
"He said God would take away taffy and I'd never get another goodie and God would strike me dead if I told."
"So I can't tell anyone."
"He did," and she starts yelling and grabs a weapon,"what kind of idiot would be scaring a little child?"
Granny is standing on  Poppy's toes and and asking him questions of where he'd been and getting a sniff of his breath
"So what did you tell  the priest and him giving you consolation and a shot and beer."
"That little rat ," and thinks about the money for candy
Later, Granny is chasing Poppy with that big iron frying pan and poppy running and singing
"In Heaven they have no beer, that's why we drink it here."
"You damn fool I'm gonna bust you in the head, "and throws the pan at his head
And later
Cousin Francis has bill collectors come to the house looking for him
Granny was four foot seven  inches and she starts kicking him in the shin
My Mother grabs his Dick Tracy hat and she jumps on it and flattens it
I ask my mom where I was when this happened and she pauses
" You were in Heaven Patrick waiting with your brother!"
The truancy officers bang on the door and want to know where Uncle Charles is
Granny shrugs and says, "He is upstairs and the sound of the window going up sounds
They all run upstairs and see Uncle sliding down the tree and running as fast as his
seven year legs can move
He comes home later that evening holding a goose under his arm
And Poppy has a soft-boiled goose egg for breakfast every morning
I ask Uncle what happened to that goose and He said,"one day he came home  and
they had chicken for dinner."
And Poppy was gone to heaven to get me and my brother ready Mom says
And Granny sits my brother and me on her lap and says,"you two knuckleheads listen up."
"This is very important so don't forget it."
"Treat people the way you want to be treated, because you never know who is going to hand you your last glass of water"

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
A burning golden river.
A thousand ember dots.
Whose endless waking slivers,
Hide liquid molten knots

A contented purring timbre 
Of viscous weary rock,
Caught in eyes of amber
And weeping molten locks

Its ingot rivlet ripples
Wafting whispers in the air.
Its quaking thunder trickles,
Build shaking sunder mares

Brushing one another,
Aurus tears they bleed
Darkened flesh they smother,
In dripping gilded creed

Burning golden river,
A weaving flame no more
Dusty charred banks quiver
Slaked in starlit gore.


Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Classicism |
A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
8 mile Road

Date: Mon, Dec 21 2015 at 1:50 AM

I hear the train coming
An I'm chasing the train humming
I see the smoke puffing
I see the light in the dungeon
I see fight Tussling
I see might Hustling
I see fright rumbling
I'm on the railroad
Following the trail to gold
I inhale the pros
I exhale the cons
I hear my name called on the intercom
The Voice of Megatron
Behind me Deceptions
Trying to make it to Cybertron
Sweat in my palms
An sweat in my arms
Sweat on my face
Tears smeared the Vision to Concentrate
Running without hesitate
No time to contemplate
Got to set the record straight
While in my headphones the record play
Can't be a second late
I see the pearly gates
An Hells devilish face
Laced Leg brace
An ankle weights
I can't catch a break
Cause I'm trying to catch the trains pace
I'm pushing people & devils out the way
To catch some space
My Angel on the train waving 
I'm running on the Pavement
They yelling to me Salvation
Gods good Graces
Mercy & Greatness
Glory & Gratefulness
The Story already Created
So I can't stop
I feel like I'm going to drop
My lungs feel clogged
My head throbs
But I'm holding to the Rod
Shadow of wings lift me
Demons trying to get me
I'm flying towards the trains chimney
A Seat made for me Empty
But I got to catch the next stop
So I'm flying to meet the train on the next depart
Strength in me starts to shock
Feel the strength in my heart
I look an see who's all in the carts
I see Rosa Parks
I feel like I'm about to barf
I'm almost there to meet my mark
The train stops
I walk up to the door

Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |
Water, Beach and A Moonlight Stroll

Moonlight, beach and a stroll in the cool blue water
you wading beside me, string bikini made it so much hotter!

You bending over to splash water in my smiling face
a fantastic sight, one that made this loving heart race!

Cool breeze sending it's soothing , washing embrace
moonlight water washing away footprints leaving not a trace!

Such glory, sharing that love filled time with you
realizing I love it all, everything you and I could ever do!

Stopping by that overhanging rock beaten by the sea
memories of your body and sweet face forever burned into me!

Love, overpowering love, burning us into just one
water, beach, breeze with us bare under that midnight sun!

Robert J. Lindley, 07- 23-2014

Our first night at the resort in the Phillipines, Boracay!
So very beautiful and an idealic scene for love to blossom. 
And blossum it did, a glorious memory burned into my heart 
and my brain!
My wife, the enchantress that captured my heart with a smile, 
a laugh and a string bikini! One I bought that day and dared her
 to wear! Knowing I'd win the bet, she fooled me--she wore it won
 the bet but just between us -- I wanted to see that win!!!!!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!

He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.

Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign, 
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Classicism |
The shadows over take my mind at times

but your love stands so true for me

it takes care of the pain I feel

but when the shadows call it seems so loud

when your soft whisper is covered by clouds

Why so faint is Thy voice for me

did I fall to hard inside this hole

Do the clouds stand so close for a reason

let me out of this season of darkness

let me hold Thy hand inside mine

keep me warm and fill my heart

I love the way you touch my face

when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace

Your truth is all I need to live

a true life for all to see

your hand and love guiding me

But I can't walk this road alone

I need to hear your voice inside

I need your touch so very much

I see the pain and feel it to

I need your love to lift the blue's

Take me now and use my life

Help me Lord, to escape the strife.

Written By:©Betty Bolden

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |
Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.

Copyright © randall graves | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
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.

Copyright © Halli Miller | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
 The Fourth Fable 
The Fourth Fable 
A Jesus Cowboy Song 
Eye am a strong man iff strength is not physical alone, 
but charachter and hope, love become my armour 
 my arm as gates once opened close now new ones open at a glance in poverty 
of riches poor people there in Heaven sing to Jesus as they wave branches from 
the richness of the trees beside the waters running in the trenches freely given 
overflowing when a little lamb just wants a drink of water another drink the water 
bubbles up so no one has to lift her she can reach the water carefully she drinks 
and then she sings…' 
'my holster is empty my life is complete my love is in Heaven 
eye have plenty to eat and to drink ' 
life is not meant to be a shoot em up rodeo 
life is not meant to be a shoot um up movie 
my life is in Heaven my holster is empty 
eye have LOVE' 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
Pellucid pearls in northeastern North America 
since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, 
Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth 
Straddle Canadian–United States border 
tethering partial global girth
Constituting 21% of world's surface 
fresh water species hearth
Total surface equals 94,250 square miles 
And total volume equals 
5,439 cubic miles immeasurable worth.

Lake Erie from Erie tribe, abridged form 
of Iroquoian word erielhonan “long tail”
Lake Huron named by French explorers 
for Wyandot or “Hurons” whence they did sail
Lake Michigan likely from Ojibwa word mishigami 
“great water” aka outsize gold quail
Lake Ontario i.e. “Lake of Shining Waters” 
shimmering like hammered coat of mail
Lake Superior coined from French 
“lac supérieur” "upper lake", an emerald watery dale
Ojibwe people called it gitchigumi medicinal 
to cure that, which might ail.

These five lakes each reside in separate basin
Form a single, naturally interconnected body 
of fresh water caisson
Linking east-central interior of North America 
to Atlantic Ocean akin to an escutcheon.

From interior to outlet at St. Lawrence River, 
Water flows via Superior to Michigan-Huron 
southward to Erie to avoid a shiver
Finally released northward to Lake Ontario 
as like a well taut archer with his quiver.

The lakes drain a large watershed via many rivers 
as an Olympic team
Populated with approximately 35,000 islands 
this estimate not x stream. 

The Great Lakes region contains 
many thousands of smaller lakes, 
Often called inland lakes undulating 
in cascading analogous to a fluid ream
Lake Michigan the only one located 
entirely within United States
While the others border between 
United States and Canada – essentially a liquid seam.

Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
Almost entranced,
By their beauty

Copyright © Alyssa Adams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to consign him as refuse,
They had measured on close counts,
And now had finished his dismount,
They all glumly looked at the innards of earth,
Dug apart so as to be his home and hearth,
They lowered him with care,
Some cried and other shed tears,
Such care they had never shown,
When he was alive full blown,
They left him but he could not,
In years that followed he thought,
And all thoughts were about and their's,
But he lay still there,
Not able to do much,
While lower insects ate him as such,
Twenty yards under the surface,
The earth weighed on him like a mace,
He had volumes to carry,
Every moment without delay or tarry,
In peace he had the quiet,
Under the forceful mud of his burial site,
He was largely unattended,
Only heard anniversary footsteps,
When his thought subject came tending,
There was lot of din,
As one day woke abruptly in,
He could hear the rattling and banging of hammer,
His peace was disturbed and began to stammer,
It was furious and fast,
He presumed it could not be just his nest,
But also his neighbors from first to last,
It was familiar yes very much so,
All the sound and racket on the go,
It was regular and incessant,
As if it was rain rampant,
Yes, clouds up there from above,
Were pouring over his grave,
They sounded angry and irate,
And were determined to drown all gates,
He felt secure under mud,
And there suddenly was a seeping thud,
It was really bad and water had come in tones,
His grave was all definitely drowned,
Now the water had bossed over the earth,
Pressing it hard for the inner most berth,
It was invading the twenty yards,
And approaching him fast,
And he thought will the dead also meet the flood,
The seeping thud was on the first drop,
That fell on his stomach,
He churned as eating insects scurried,
Soon train followed thud after thud,
And then it was a volley of scuds,
His cavity was being filled,
And bones getting viscid and humid,
A coolness spread through rotten carrion,
And went on to turn into a bath for the skeleton,
It bathed him till it was just soaking,
Was it he who had ascended to heaven,
Or the heavens came pouring down to meet him even.

Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |
The cold wind blows furiously in the night
circulating the northern hemisphere
sending  frantic chills through my body
absorbing my  tired sweat
and sucking up my passionate breath
I woke up  this morning before the break of dawn
with the  frightened wind knocking on my door
and something calling me towards the bleeding shore
I entered outdoor in the  mysterious dark
and parked my  truck on the side of the street
at the bottom of Elanor's park
A yellow taxi crept slowly me behind 
as if it wanted to communicate with me
but it quickly vanished around the corner
I took out my bible and read a  verse
to expel  the  bad spirits  from the universe
I felt  neither grief or pain amusement or shame
except  for the night wrapping its arms around me
trying desperately to seduce  and entangle me
But  I quickly untie it with my determination
strong will  authentic power and dignity
I walked over to the platform facing the pond 
and read a  psalms 
then prayed a strong prayer for my allies and friends
Locked in a dialogue with God 
I communicate in a language that only the spirit could utter
I could  see the savior  sitting on the throne
and its presence was all around
My heart searched deep and my spirit connected
with something divine and unfathomable
The English language was not on tongue
and I  couldn't understand the words I was praying 
But the supreme  being understood 
the impassioned cry resonating from depth of my heart 
Something began to move into my womb
And I started singing  a joyous tune 
I could not understand the language
because my spirit was praying it
The darkness  stared at me 
as if I was at the peak of my destiny
But the bright  headlight from the glowing truck
confronted  the brazing dark and dragged it into the light
We looked at each other eye ball to eye ball
and a brawl  ensued and ended in the big hall
The Gods could not contain it
and my spirit could not bear it
But the master took care of it
No sign no sound just the water Lilly sitting on the throne
and  countless stars in the heavens watching over me
I commune with the master in a language unknown
and this was what it uttered in a silent whisper
"my hope is build on nothing less"
"On Christ the solid rock I stand"
 all other ground is sinking sand"
I looked over the still pond and the water Lilly sat proudly
 proliferating  energy  all over the land
Finally  I joined the big circle
 and become a wholesome one
Water Lilly sitting in the pond makes me shiver.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017

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          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 

Copyright © Kurtis Donnersbach | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
There's a beauty in the mirror of the sky so far.
Seeing the sky and lake both at the same time!
Never want to miss a fish jump or a shooting star.
I will keep my eyes on the lake as I climb.
To sit upon this hill for a view I can't miss,
Night skies reflection in the waters below.
Watching as the moon and the lake kiss,
Nothing more beautiful as this wonderful show.
Soon the moon will melt as the sun chased.
The moon tries to melt further to allow the day,
And the stars also in the lake are soon erased!
I will be back tomorrow to watch it in replay!

Sponsor Gregory R. Barden
Contest:Water and Sky

Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018

Details | Free verse |

Reflections in the Water

Barely perceptible beginning 
A soft wet caress on ones face 

Gentle pitter-patter gaining strength 
Puddles forming erupting with exploding raindrops

Life’s poetry played there out by drops
The sweet summer squall disappears as quickly as it came  

With largesse its finish on the pools now given a fond adieu
Rain lost suns power now bring them to a perfect reflection  

Mirror now of the lovely bright light and flowers and of trees
Peace under heaven 
Peace under heaven again

Reflets dans I’eau

(my crude hackings inspired by Monsieur Debussy’s magnificent piece!)

Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
 This Eve

	As the candle
Burns from both of its wicks,
	Into the night and
Into the dawn, the mind tricks,
	The moon rises
This eve to its most full,
	Seven full nights
Is elapsed that is the rule,
	Tides will cycle
Throughout this due week,
	Upon the full moon
The tides consequencely peak,
	Did you know that 90%
Of your body is made up of water,
	That means you have
A lot of water—weight the latter.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016

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My salutation still goes
To the people living under heaven
To verily verily versify my words
For generations of beings
To think beyond the earth
Where one will live forever
Living a life of worthy cause

From the days of the man
Who deepens our heads in water
Who sprinkles on us water and bears John
The race for the kingdom above
Has become a Royal Rumble
Only the strong taketh it
By water and fire by HIS grace

Striving to have a place above 
Where one will reign with the King
Bowing piously to the King
Of all the ever existed kings

As the gong for my salutation ends
Let all ears be open wide
For the days to the above is horary
It tickles away slowly.

Alayande Stephen. T
30th ,October, 2005

Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2005

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 A fallen sky above,

 the Heavens open up.

 Bursting with rain

 water to quench our

 bodies needs. Beads

 of sweat are covered

 with droplets, Heaven

 sent amen.

Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
as I passed a small brook 
I saw a fawn. 
no one around. no mother near. 
it took a drink from the cool gleaming water 
I realized then it wasn't a fawn I was seeing. 
it was me. 
in all rationality it couldn't have possibly been. 
As I approached, the terrain took a drastic change for the 'weird'. 
I didn't know what to think seeing as I was dazed and confused. 
I suddenly awoke to the feel of cold water rushing over my hands. 
I notice the fawn had run off, with no indication it was ever there. 
my head was pounding and nothing seemed real. 
my senses had heightened and the grass felt of razors 
as I kneeled to drink, I noticed two reflections in the water. 
nothing was as it seemed. 
a small thicket with several bare trees and that silver stream running through 
was the last I could remember. 
there was no earth and no sky, 
no light and no dark. 
only him offering me in and opening his heaven, 
and there it was. 
There I was.

Copyright © Micah Thompson | Year Posted 2007