Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.
Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice.
Fractured aqueduct sprays liquid yogurt galaxies across the void. The tempest collapses bamboo paper cranes. It bursts ripe garnet figs. Savage harp lion roars. Untamed lyre berries chant anthems.
Categories:
aqueduct, humanity, ireland, lost love,
Form: Free verse
The whistle blows, the chugging starts -
A steam train ride in France -
For those who like to try things
From the past, this is your chance.
Since when it’s time to turn around,
The leading car’s unlatched
And driven to a turntable
Before it’s reattached.
The locomotive then gets cranked,
By hand! one circle ‘round.
The engineer next drives to where
The once-caboose is found.
The train is reconnected
And goes back the way it came,
Passing trees and giant rock formations,
Looking all the same.
An aqueduct appears and there’s
An eagle in the sky,
But what impresses most on board
As we go zipping by
Is a trio by the river,
Down below and quickly viewed,
Being very French, relaxing
Near the water, in the nude.
Categories:
aqueduct, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Estuary
the strong tide greets the sheltered stream
where life's hereafter dares to dream
a place where screeching, circling birds
fall silent to breath’s final words
where memories once formed on land
are carried by the shifting sand
to where the river meets the sea
and on then to eternity.
Aqueduct
where ten arches span time across the Ceiriog Valley
sheep lie in green pastures beneath a Welsh / English sky
as narrowboats above steer the canal of Llangollen
through shadows of high summer’s still quiet waters by.
Categories:
aqueduct, beach, bird, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
Passing Ships
In a bygone era;
The canvas masts hailed
As ships sailed,
Around the world.
(Like a bridge spanning
Mainland to island;
Or a Roman aqueduct
Transporting water.)
Passing each other:
Exploring,
Expanding knowledge,
And trading in commerce.
Their legacy in history
Gleams magnificence,
Of wooden vessels,
At anchor or on open water.
Conquering, settling, enslaving.
In ports of countries
They docked; unloaded and lade.
Rat infested, carrying diseases.
Categories:
aqueduct, history, ocean, voyage,
Form: Verse
Segovia, Segovia, proud city on a hill,
So steeped in ancient history, your beauty charms me still.
The Roman aqueduct remains a marvel to admire
And cobbled streets wind upwards to the golden Gothic spire.
You boast a princely palace with a fairytale allure,
And cultural traditions which from time long past endure.
Yet something greater draws me to the city of Madrid-
For architecture can't compete with bread rolls stuffed with squid!*
15.07.19
* Madrid is famous for its culinary speciality of calamari(squid) sandwiches
'H W Longfellow Inspired Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Julia Ward:
One original poem on the theme of Segovia and Madrid.
Light verse only.
Compulsory names within the poem - Segovia, Madrid.
Categories:
aqueduct, places, spanish,
Form: Light Verse
Obscure the scars
Reach for the stars
Memorize the epitaph
Autograph the photograph
Photosynthesize and downsize
Realize even the leaves tell lies
Obstruct the construct
Deconstruct the aqueduct
Revitalize those we idolize
Ties cut with loathsome lies
Progress but also regress
And redress the congress
The duality of our reality
Is surreality and fatality
Reach not for the stars
Simply obscure the scars
Categories:
aqueduct, allusion, life, meaningful, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
aqueduct bridge and path spies
an old stone church in the clouds
with her forested steeple
— gilt-raptured windows
10/5/2018
Categories:
aqueduct, encouraging, mountains, peace,
Form: Dodoitsu
With the romans usually
travel galloping to their destination,
they one day thought of
a better way to travel invention,
instead of the old way
which was usually by horse,
they decided it would be wiser
and quicker to take the aqueduct course,
that way the travelers would
kill two birds with one stone,
they'd not only enjoy the scenery,
but could bathe on their way down,
sitting on their butts,
with a bar of soap,
they'd quickly lather up,
while hitting a small bump,
but they didn't mind,
they thought that part was fun,
hence came the idea,
of the first water park slide!
Categories:
aqueduct, fun, humor, travel,
Form: Light Verse
It is not because of anything in them
But because of boundless grace
You have to fix your hope up above;
Faith occupies the position of a challenge
Grace is the fountain & the stream
Faith is the aqueduct along the flood
Mercy then flows down to refresh the common souls of men
Hoping someday soon all would understand
Those who hope to be saved by trying their best will confess its mess
They know nothing of the growing process
That hallowed warmth
To face the sun left behind in truth many blind
No silver spoon nor mere fancy wit too soon its blade
Such as a potter's vessel when it is broken inside its wheel
~
No sense of magic wand nor chosen vice
Some may equate reason for mere solitude
Others having rejected the full extent in homily to let it be
Yet grace is the first & lasting faith
Moving cause of salvation
Never make a Christ out of your faith
In times or moments of pierced skulls abroad
Grace in moments of dire sadness
Grace in pious holding together its madness
Categories:
aqueduct, adventure, art, black african
Form: Free verse
Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural
chains
Striding through exhumed Alexandrian cities'
ethnocentric strains
Strolling pebbled Roman boulevards accentuated by
aqueduct drains
Riding the Mongolian steppes listening to the murderous
refrains
Traipsing through gold-crowned Ottoman mosques
sprouting Christian veins
Lumbering penitently along Via Dolorosa grasping
sacrificial blood stains
Categories:
aqueduct, history
Form: Rhyme
Sorrow spoke the alphabet,
Turned upside down.
The little girl will bring, they said...
She will bring cemetery corruption.
Turned upside down alphabet.
Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct.
Stripes arranged flat in the ground of the jail where pupils ran orange,
Lines across the story,
Tell her of her grave.
Blue hearts perfectly presented,
Around a pink fountain.
Future stands in the horizon,
Tattooed heart, she will bring.
Nobody knows if she will stay for long,
But she spoke sorrow in a stereo telegram,
as she cried in an alphabet voice and tone,
where spiders fell on her cheeks...
Turned upside down alphabet.
Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct, for all of us.
Categories:
aqueduct, angst, death, sad, song-
Form: Lyric