Best Deltas Poems

I had a quarrel with my own life 
I didn’t want to divulge it to anyone I knew
It was then I met the one who in many eyes,
Had sparked feelings of sympathy or contempt

Confined to a wheel chair in a hospital room
Amid the smell of...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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The sand is stained red
with our bygone blood,
the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti,
a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain,
caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic tartan twills
plaids upon the pale horse heros of prehistory
settling the stupefying steppes one generation after another
with...

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Bold, wide, and gently rolling or narrow, crisp, and clear, 
rushing over bedrock. Broad shouldered to carry the burden
of the depths, or lithe and athletic, coursing swiftly down a
stream. Men stand and gaze transfixed by the timeless
rippling and unfolding of your waters.

The Rivers

Provider of food...

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A river folds upon its banks 
with waters deep and cold.
Its molten flow rolls endlessly
from aquifers untold.

It ripples over ancient stones
placed when the earth was cast.
Each sheared and formed the bedrock's course
'neath outflows bold and fast.

Swift currents know of time's slow ebb,
and legends never told.
Its...

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Of ocean waves
their moon-powered course set rolling.
A wide river's flow
shouldering earth's water
and fertile soils toward broad deltas.
Nightlong thunderstorms
saturating all kindred life to the roots.
The wild, unbridled wind,
that frames and shapes the land.
Witnessing all these abiding powers
of earth and sky that grant life and know
its conclusion;...

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Cold river run, November morn,
past village sleeping, day yet born.
Dark, murky waters pass the quay
absorb each sound along the way.

An ice-cold flow that numbs like death.
Those passing see white, misty breath.
Though laced with ice its soul must flow
to seek out deltas wide and slow.

Late fall...

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I was born at great heights,
For the peak of morning rays and the glacial snowy nights ,
I never listen to my parents nor their way,
And when my mother holds me I escape and melt away,
At the verge of pride I fall,
Like a giant silvery foaming...

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i was just a kid the first time i met him
he borrowed my brand new wrist-rocket
and scampered off into the night, laughing like a ghoul
the sound of two young lovers on a beach, punctuated by howls of pain
the returning of footfalls and mad laughter
he had...

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Rain falls on granite.
Glaciers unwind.
Snowflakes decrystallize.
A murmuring stream collects,
in the confluence of the melt.

A river is born.

Her banks expand.
Nutrients collect in the torrent.
Rocks tumble in the frothy white water.
Speed and power intensify,
with the reshaped swell of common elements.

A river grows.

Transformation is slow and muddy.
Men build...

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Lofty mountain paints the scene,
Trees and bushes fill the green.

Crispy voice of birds chirping,
Humming sound of bees churning.

Alluring oasis thirst quenching,
Reflecting rays of sunlight so soothing.

Choice of flowers wide-ranging,
View of blooming flowers bewildering.

Streams of river meandering,
Forming deltas so encompassing.

Smell of sweetness so filling,
Sense of freedom...

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(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.)


For My Wife and Daughters: STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
eighty percent water in me wants unity here
oscillating in...

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FOR THOSE WHO ALSO SACRIFICED…
   (APROPOS SHEROES AND HEROES UNKNOWN)

Theirs too, was a journey of blood, flowing 
From shores of seas to beds of rivers:
Filling pitchers of freedom overflowing
With captured liberties and unshackled free spirits
Rising above the river banks of the deltas’ terrors

Yet...

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Rain falls on granite.
Glaciers unwind.
Snowflakes decrystallize.
A murmuring stream collects,
in the confluence of the melt.

A river is born.

Her banks expand.
Nutrients collect in the torrent.
Rocks tumble in the frothy whitewater.
Speed and power intensify,
with the reshaped swell of common elements.

A river grows.

Transformation is slow and muddy.
Men build obstructions,
harness...

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Exuberant
different shades
of grasses
bushes
and trees
along paths
rivers
meandering
to and from
deltas
in valleys
across
the rain forests
making
all creatures
dance 
to natural
rhythms
celebrating
all that is 
breathing
and 
walking
next
to nature...

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