life without water
could not ever be sustained
thank the spring showers
water cascades... rain
distilled... early morning dew
winter confetti
no water... no frogs
deathly silence... then it rained
the sound of splashes
all life dependent
some dance for water... it rains
sustaining splashes
the shape of water
drips in profusion... shapes rain
land submerged... flooding
the shape of water
precipitation... shapes rain
land submerged... flooding
water... anhydrous
nature now fickle... confused
life... it has no choice
clean water... yes clean
stop polluting... life's dying
each spring... disasters
LIFE
oceans...earth's mirrors
past images... memorised
of life... fossilised ...
Categories:
anhydrous, nature, seasons, water,
Form: Haiku
MY CONTENTION
~~~~~~~~~~~
my contention...
plain words... I'm guilty
if you need a dictionary
to define words in a poem
that your reading
does not make you a numpty
most likely grumpy...
anhydrous, that's how they make me feel...
now I'm ready for some libation...
sorry for my facetiousness
simple poetry for me can be the best
that's not to say I don't like something deep
its the inference to simple that makes me
want to we weep...
my contention...
Categories:
anhydrous, deep, feelings,
Form: Blank verse
On caparisoned, filleted camels do they
Over the great, soft, tawny sands
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them,
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the
"Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their
Nation's cognomen;
And on the sands of the undulant, granular, eminent
Near-Judean wilderness do they ride.
Photographing these from atop the vespertine-hued
Summit of a delivery truck from the nearby
Eminent, circumvallatory, hilly
And fortressed city;
From the very roof of an antiquated bread truck
(Though 'twas then very new by the standards of those bygone days)
Whose radiator is soon to vaporously explode
Amid the oppressive, anhydrous desert heat,
Photographs an American, hatted in the whitest
Of Panama hats, who is a correspondent reporting of wars.
The Arab cavalry ride for locales
Damascene, in order to pursue one's kingly wish
To renew the gardens Cordovan and long-vanished.
Categories:
anhydrous, adventure, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: I do not know?
Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back
at the lost innocence.
Too much knowing,
was hurting.
Life does not spare you twice.
You arrive incognito
in the jungle of
fake hugs and kisses.
Innovative. The fear
strikes, bites with
a lethal sting.
Could not reverse
the anhydrous eyes.
Trying to exhaust the vision.
Categories:
anhydrous, art,
Form: ABC