Best Clear Blue Water Poems
Sacred Lake Titicaca
High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.
A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to fresh water snails dozing in the sun;
rainbow trout and other colorful fish are found
as sunlight reflects golden on the lake’s horizon.
Flocks of snowy egrets among the rare totora reed
share this natural habitat with slate-gray Andean coots,
snowy egrets, and white-tufted grebes diving for feed,
while parrots scratch their heads perched on mangrove roots.
Sounds of nature overcome the silence of twilight,
as huge water frogs on lily pads croak their lullabies.
The black-crowned night heron forages in the dying light,
and gloomy catfish float underground for a tasty prize.
Incas believed that when their time on earth was done,
the mystical clear blue water was a portal to the stars,
and into the depths of Titicaca, their spirits would return,
to reunite with their gods and venerable ancestors.
05-25-2017
A thousand birds are singing in hidden places,
oh, how I envy their lofty tree top view;
sweet the songs that drift down the mountain spaces,
and listen, distant thunder echoes in a sky of blue !
Soon, I take a rest from my journey by a lake,
where colorful fish swim, so pretty;
and on a submerged rock slithers a green snake,
oh, such a mesmerizing underwater city !
The clear blue water is mirror smooth,
the sky, clouds and trees reflected;
this vision, my heart does soothe,
oh, wilderness must always be protected !
Rested, I walk a tangled vine draped path,
whistles, croaks and rustlings swirl;
delightful the sounds of nature on this footpath,
then and then- another mountain top lake for this girl !
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May 9, 2017
Rhyme/A Mountain Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 899051
Best Rhyming Poem, May to July, 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mountaintop Journey
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
First Place
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.
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(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
The power and beauty of Nature fill my heart,
Sometimes, gazing at a mountain's grandeur make the tears spill,
Thunder and lightning at eventide, give me a thrill,
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
A bird's sleepy chirp at twilight makes me take notice
As I think of the hard life they lead, but still they're happy,
The clear, blue water of a lake gives me a glow,
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
Tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes all speak of Her power--
Then I watch a horse trotting around a track, and I think
"What raw power and yet what beauty we live with"
Yes, I stand in awe of Nature.
If you ever watch a sunset over Earth's waters,
Or listen to a tree whispering to another,
You can't help but feel the power And the love of our planet,
And, like me, you will stand in awe of Nature.
Lying where songbirds have a treetop view
of clear blue water near a rocky trail,
Secret Lake is not so hard to get to
nor very secret, for folks know it well!
Where colorful fish are swimming, this lake
is popular in summer, and such cool
refreshment is its water that people make
the hike in droves to this gigantic pool.
Nearby are wild flowers, bright and yellow,
and other scenic views you’ll see around.
It’s a place to picnic and feel mellow.
Sounds of nature and tranquilness abound.
Waiting for some bread crumbs, and on the loose,
are ducks, but if you are adventurous,
walk all around the lake. Perhaps a moose
you’ll spot! Your time there will be marvelous!
5/19/2017 Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake Poetry Contest
Uses words: treetop view/ colorful fish/ clear blue water/sounds of nature
The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.
Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers left on hardened glass -
a fleeting mark of those who cared to call,
Then wiped away for tourists yet to pass.
The sight - ineffable to say the least.
So beautiful that if you were to fall,
You'd only wish you had more time to feast
on vision, catch the magic of it all.
On blue-green ice like paper they were grown -
A hundred shards of crystalline along
the clear blue water, glamour of its own
reflecting cattle herd it lay among.
And at the centre of this paradise,
No sight but this could make me look away.
She stood on mountain's edge with dazzled eyes
that showed no sign of labour everyday.
It's what you need that takes you far from home,
And till you find it, midst existence roam
There she belonged on top of the world - my mother
Standing apart, a star in the skies like no other.
Written Mother's Day
- Motif pronouced mo-teef
Gazing upon the earth that sits before my eyes
I think of all the trash,and the pollution filled skies
Hatred that ravaged lives,in every single city
Causing me distress,and a heart full of pity
Pride,and greed,that filled the minds of so many
I hope the people of this new world,can coexists without any
Standing on this shore with its beautiful clear blue water
In a temperature thats so perfect,never seeming to get hotter
On a planet full of people with nobody shouting orders
Living all as one,on a united planet with no borders
We spend all our days,in a thankfulness for leaving the earth
Building a planet of love,giving it our all for everything that it's worth
Contest:A New World
Dan Kearley:5-2-12
rocks couch amid its clear blue water for maidens to sit...sing its marvelous wonder
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 21, 2016 1.30am
First Place
Contest: (In One monoku #7)-Write what you see or feel
Judged: 2/21/16
Sponsor: Poet Linda/ Poet Destroyer A
Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come alive.
Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views
Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade
The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy pews
Mix sights and sounds of nature, all stress fades
Late evening, we share tales around a fire
First one who tells a lie, don't stand a chance
Each time a story's told, the stakes get higher
Night breezes make sparks rise and shadows dance
As eyes begin to dry, we start to crash
A night time serenade in Bullfrog Valley
The orange glow turns into white hot ash
The moon provides the light in nature's galley.
by Daniel Turner
Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their heads
while far beyond the deserted land
a soft blue light gleams gracefully above tranquil skies,
dancing shadows rocking to midnight tunes,
and sweet melodies echoing from the gigantic moon.
She spans more than a thousand feet long soaking
up the exhausted earth, her immeasurable depths
cuts and carve through valleys and streams
with clear blue water and powdery white sand
what more could you ask for on that distant land.
They have been planning this trip for many years,
but when the time draws near their saving disappears.
An empty refrigerator with two trays of frozen ice
lean against the corner of the kitchen
in their ten bedroom mansion
and a bare pantry exposing a slice of mildew bread
filled with little mice nibbling and playing tug of war.
Not many people knew their story
they have been broke for twenty years
but lived a painful lie, cutting corners
making back door transaction,
eating lamb and turkey from profits
made from sordid deals.
Their empire that once stood tall hangs in dismay
While it watches the world going up in flame
by those who continue to play treacherous games.
Sobibor and Hiroshima horrors of the past
Should have cleared the way for a more sophisticated path
But now athoroughfare mixed with complexity
packed with insidiousness
have ducks walking around
quacking without wings or tails
They finally got an offer to go to Utopia.
with packed bags not a penny in their name,
they set off for Utopia hoping to find a new life again
but when they got their it was the same old begrimed game.
Their entire world has been shaken,
shaken by its own guilt and self-reproach,
the transgression that their ancestors have borne
have been handed down for generations to shoulder
A land that they believe was pure and holy
has turned into nightmare and horror
dreadful things dismount in dark corners
women raped strangers abused
yet religion forms the core of the throne
They have witnessed empires toppled,
Kingdoms have fallen in their sight
Rulers have shaken and wept bitterly
causing the great big god to balance the scale
but blackmail in Utopia remains a formidable game
©2013 Christine Phillips
One night I dreamed I wandered, weary in a desert
until a clear blue water lake emerged ahead
midst the new pine landscape of my dream.
Four specks far away, approaching. . .
soon turned into four strong ranchers wearing big brim cowboy hats.
My memory was stirred in tune with an upbeat melody.
And suddenly I knew just who they were!
One, dressed all in black, sat tall and handsome in his saddle.
Another, plain and burly, gave a toothy grin.
Another, young and charming, smiled and winked at me!
The silver-haired gent, their father,
met my gaze with warm and honest eyes.
Seeing my exhaustion, he offered me a place to stay.
Oh, happy dream that I had drifted into:
that bygone era of my youth
when Adam, Hoss and Little Joe,
along with the grand patriarch Ben Cartwright,
had been invited into living rooms on Sunday nights
as families like mine watched their televisions all those years ago.
A bonanza of romance, friendship, loyalty and courage
had given us the good-hearted milder side of the wild wild west.
Alongside the Cartwright clan,
I rode inside my dream toward the cozy ranch house
built on the land of legend called the Ponderosa,
anticipating Hop Sing’s home-cooked supper.
Inspired by the Wild Wild West Poetry Contest
* hear the lyrics of the Bonanza theme song as sung by Lorne Greene (Ben Cartwright)
at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA-PdP4k4Xw
Early morning first light, sneaking through
a wandering gaze out onto a sea of fog.
A cool and glorious mountain tree top view
away from the city traffic and smog.
Beneath the breeze's hands, nature is dining,
sipping the morning sunshine wine,
rambling through the lush green, alluring
woodlands. Clutching moss shrouds the pine
softening the sounds of nature.
Life savoring and nurturing the crystal clear blue water that flow
through rocks to appease the colorful fish. That feature
the thought of enchantment where your heart does go.
5/25/2017
Hunter Becomes the Hunted
World War 2 is still relevant in 2014. Widow of a Kriegsmarine Captain's U-boat still misses her husband. How she wishes he'd had a shore posting and not gone to sea. When he died in his steel coffin, he left a wife and a child. His last resting place is now known off the Cornish coast with two other subs.
All crew killed, sunk by a deep British minefield, 70 foot down. The subs were after coastal convoys, open ocean hunting was too dangerous. As it turned out so was near the shore.
Today in the clear blue water lie three shattered U-boats: U-325, U-400 and U-1021.
Two are hundreds of miles where they should be. For decades family members knew the wrong location. Now the mystery is solved. All sunk by Type 17 mines. The widow's flowers float on the sea where her husband died. His remains and his crew lie dozens of metres down. The sub crews varied from inexperienced to war vets. At rest together.
The uncle of one submariner still grieves and says we never learn from past events, do we?
I’d rather be found,
on top a mountain
to see a landscape,
no artist could paint.
I'd rather be seen
in clear blue water,
warmed by the equator,
no pool can imitate.
I want to sail oceans,
me against Poseidon.
to fly like Icarus,
and sore into the blue.
But I am Tantalus,
trapped by my own chains,
my wings are burning,
and I drown.
On the hill, high in the sky
I sit and survey all by my side
The fields, the trees, the landscape as far as I can see
It's a wonderous site, stretched out in front of me
The wind whistles it's quiet gentle song
Listen carefully the trees are humming along
Now the birds have even joined the throng
The sun's yellow rays touching every thing in sight
Warming the earth till dusk then night
The clouds in the sky glistening silvery grey
All moving gracefully as they go on their way
The sheep grazing on the lush green grass
Looking up as they they walk past
The clear blue water rushing quickly by
Going to the sea where it can lie
This beautiful tranquil picture I can see
In my memory it will always be.
Date: 2003