The universe is an unsung aquifer of odds-on opportunity,
lustrous seam carousel of enigmatic pearl clad whim on tap
I shall refrain
From voicing my political taste
As it varies by occasion
A soft mushy oatmeal
Breakfast
Accompanied by a few
Blushing strawberries
A street vendor hot dog
With relish
And a side of sauerkraut
Washed down with
A finely distilled, purified
Arizona Aquifer water
A “choke and slide” PB&J
On the run
To pick up the grandkids
Fresh fruit and veggies
Of unknown origin
A flavorless meat mime
Of questionable authenticity
Milk, with an expiration date
Longer than mine
Dessert
The hope of the day
Soft, chewy, warmth
Draped in a whipped cream robe
Delivered
To another table.
Nature can teaches us
So much if we take the time
To stop, look and listen to your heart
And what She is saying
At times, if we care to hear Her
We can do so many ways:
Protect Her where protection is needed
Replant trees where reforestation is urgent
Human progress should nature progress also
Do less mining with precautions
Government should care the aquifer
Strict enforcement of Air, Land and Water Act
Refill, reuse and recycle canned and plastic product
Don't throw garbage to nature
She is the source of life, of treasure, of beauty
Therefore, we owe her everything
Therefore, as form of gratitude
We'll love and protect Her till the end
We are in such a hurry at times
That nature predicament now is in danger
It's getting worsen, irreplaceable and irreparable
Damage conditions of our nature
Hope Leaders of the World awaken
Global warming is real
Nature is unleashing its fury everyday
People will realized it's not too late to heal Her
Yes, we live in an incredible World Of Nature
It's time true love for nature is exemplified
Let us reciprocate where reciprocation is due.
Splashes levels drains cerulean aquifer
Azure axioms encapsulation in crystalline shimmer
Ping tumultuous sapphire in a thunderously storm
Lightning in sand castle amassing the goblet
Chalice of oasis with a puff of condensation
Rivulets fuse in mass of mercury river
Flows in forks down cheeks to waterfall
Ripple on the petal of a black rose
To bend and lachrymose below
From aquifer be low
Break surface
Babbling babbling upwell
Plumos in addy.
Purest Earthblood
Clear clean simplicity
Flow cool and true
Always your level
Quietly condially unremitting
Life on the Edge of a Desert
David J Walker
First of all
It’s really a converted prairie
Once a jungle of buffalo grass
A thick jumble of forest for the
smallest of all God’s creatures
land captured and plowed asunder
becoming The harvest
of common principle
the subject of the annual
King Cotton fall festival
That is if God chooses to cleanse
the agrarian sins
And sends a Eucharist of rain to the
Forgiven farmers of bootlegged
Aquifer moisture
Last of all
It is a land of open sky
Endless sky
Left in the hands of the fearless
Subjects of the winds
Where every new generation
of true pioneers
will live and die
under the watchful eye
Of a living and loving God
I want to walk with you
on the hills of tomorrow
drag fingers like tines
in the dark dirt
prepared by centuries
of anticipation
nothing but a few shoots
of grass there
waiting perfectly
for growth, some
human attendance, some
ones to roll
and plant deeply
sending roots
to the aquifer.
I want the honey-sweet sun
to make your skin quartz
glimmering like a thousand mirrors
and every living thing,
every dewdrop-living microbe
and sharp-eyed circling hawk
and waving photosynthetic wand
to take notice--
Strangers from a city
are peaceful now,
love bound and harmonious
and mean everything to you,
are here
infinite one minute
and the gone the next
in combustion of what you created.
the wild flowers jettisoned beauty
just like normal people do
seems like beauty is all around
and yet still too hard to find
for some. the truth is nothing could
be simpler for the simple man
and simple dreams.
and everything was out there
in the wide open expanse
seems like everything was
always somehow lurking
underneath the shadows
of the sun.
they took it all in all the sunlight
and they shielded its ray
and spoke to you to delivering
shade
and this white stuff
ice
snow, frozen water
aquifer.
Peace!
POLLUTED HEART
Thirsty soil parches in scorching summer
Sucks liquid crystal drops of sparkling rain
Stores in deep aquifer pure groundwater
Brought to surface, pure it doesn’t remain
From humans contaminants it obtains.
Lone heart freezes in the dark of winter
Blooms in joy when colors of spring enter
Weaves tapestry of pristine love within
Abused by black mist of lust it welters
In polluted heart love stops to flow clean.
April 1, 2018
Syllable count: 10 each line
Rhyme : ababb ccdcd
Acquiescence of aquifer is acquiring an antelope's antennae but antennas are nit aerial so never cook a salted marsh for a meal. With or without chips. Dippy demonstrated design. Whilst the organisational orifices officially ordered oranges. Lovely. Lots and lots of pips. But no pillows. Aqueous cream is best for moisturising and conditioning curtains but curtains are neither closed nor open on a ship so go into boards like a bounding bouncy body of boing. Oh! Rabbit then? No. Why no? Because leftover leaps are meals made by a raja radius and some information may not always be an inclination on a curve dive of Aguinaldo hijab wearing wrestler at the shop. And to the point is to the pout and spouts are silently stripped. Not striped. Stripped. Saintly stoically sold small smiles. And the dutiful snuff box both bothered and bothering is a type of new found tie pin. Z integrationally Z at thirty five little cute cups to kudos pf twenty two minus eighty. Z
METAPHOR MADNESS
Every day she brings him a beer
then complains about his drunkenness.
Does it matter that I have not told you
if she is his bartender or his wife?
Every day he reads the spiritual words
then goes into the desert and digs a new well.
Is he a pastor or a diviner?
Is there a difference?
“Don’t you see how angry you get?”, she asks.
“How you hurt the ones you love?”
Is she speaking to her pastor or her husband?
“Dear God! You mean everything to me,” he replies,
“yet I mean nothing to you. You have deserted me.”
Who is he talking to, the beer, the Creator,
the wife or the sands?
Now you are completely confused
and I am still looking for an aquifer.
Where will this metaphor madness end?
BLUE
The rain startled the clouds and fell like
a scare of possibilities. The day toggled
from then to now like a withering widow
A flustered squirrel sat and squirmed
and still nibbled at a dry stump
like eliciting poetry off ancient prose
Some never knew the intent of need
others feigned disinterest in inquests
turning over their earths again and again
I read the prognosis of your vertigo
And derived a rider. That it was mere
Math to team up or to sleep in the buff
An unpredicted rite of passage
after all shenanigans stand erased
to uncover new aquifer in antique spandrel.
To discover that the sky was never this blue.
10 Nov 13
For Chris' contest
Send us your tired, your weary ~
your "udder" masses yearning to drink milk ~
the wretched refuse of your fertilizer stores ~
Send these ~ the tired, worn out, sagging corn ~
I lift my lamp . . . above the Aquifer's moor!!!
Pass upon me thus in silent rain
a frequent silver blush in dripping tears
silent to ignite, repeat, refrain
as washing pools of silent, silver years
mounted in the wells and darkest pain
a swelling of an aquifer of fears
mourning silk to lap and leave it's stain
while holding all the thunder in arrears
storm of soul and spirit thus to wane
upon the passerby's to look, endear
rivers bent on sorrow to attain
to swallow now, in haste, and hold quite near.
Stars skim the Milky Way
Perspire molten dew
Engulf the soundless wonderment
and blow it into view
Down below the aquifer
of clouds and palpitations
we watch burnt skies ignite and fly
beyond imaginations...
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