Best Rapids Poems
The outpour
spouts gently. My lone thoughts
drain bitterly as pearly chutes ebb
Soft patter
of rapids flushes night
from angst. Though barren stream dives endless
And pierced rocks
lash at my lost chances.
The twirl of water eases love's blow
While I dive
into an evening's pool
like a rapid swollen by gray spills.
For nette onclaud
Manny Paras dated 10 30 2014
in gurgling rapids
salmon jumping ladders
while grizzlies feast
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 17, 2018 for contest HAIKU: FISH sponsored by MICK TALBOT
this was the spot
where we’d come
i’d shoot photos of
the golden glitter
as waves ran down
the river bank
this was the spot
where we’d come
we’d just sit and
watch the sun as it set
we were together
seemed we hadn’t
a care in the world
this was the spot
where we’d come
so again today
the sun faithful
is at the rendezvous
but this time
with family and friends
gathered
by the river of life
with heavy hearts
we bid you fond farewell
this was the spot
where we’d come
goodbye, my love
goodbye
Read on air by invitation ~ April 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on December 3, 2020
Rapid gradient
Velocity, turbulence
Increased water flow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
( RIVER RAPIDS )
R- Riding in a raft, heart racing, water splashing.
I- Intense situation, always careful, of any crashing.
V- Voyage underway, up and down is the motion.
E- Extreme class 6, dangerous magic without a potion.
R- Rock splats, load the back, warning signs are flashing.
R- Regulations, Qualifications, essential things to know.
A- Alluring, addicting, as the excitement starts to grow.
P- Pirouette executed, avoiding obstacles in the way.
I- Incoherent unaware, of the prices that you`ll pay.
D- Dangerous waters, unforgiving, but curious in your mind.
S- Scary tension starts to mount, as the time starts to wind.
Shooting sixty four rapids in the time stream
Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly,
a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold
enough to weather inclement
steady rain which swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold,
though frigid sensation I extolled
before undertow willingly
steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling, relinquishing, and taking
my hard won mettle of gold
earned early in primetime, now
at last...preemptive quiescent salvation
sluiced into unbarred
Davy Jones's locker hold
meeting his maker
yours truly made in fleshy mold
buffer dis future papa gets tubby old
all me eager life possessions
long since donated and/or sold,
thus the final countdown
found yours truly submerged
for no rhyme, nor reason told
as I blissfully headed into the webbed
wide woebegone watery wold.
Whiling away the hours
quintessentially lollygagging
within pristine environs of Bangalore
bushwhacking an arduous chore
preservation, no longer will eyes explore
of course said dreamy forevermore
glorious hoary idyll merely
knowingly, and imaginatively
buzzfeeds capital one desire i.e. alone
in the wilderness penchant – furthermore,
escape madding crowd
thick with village people galore
offload mein kampf bon jure
yaws true well lee washed away
in briny deep pull lore
“FAKE," & figuratively, hypothetically,
ably tipped, gypped,
and drowned ma poor
wet tin his every pore,
this March 21st, 2023
(ewe could Hermes faintly
bleating after mighty roar)
of ocean riptide off back
body electric far from shore,
soaking wet tha top n bot hum
'o me soggy mossy noggin,
wharf fanta seas
waterlogged optima gills, this papa
caught in reverie as stevedore
Immune to the deafening thunder of Thor.
It had been years since the seasons changed
Then the Monarch butterflies
Shook from a blue sky in July
Like a box of colored confetti
Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows
And the day before was so hot
That on my morning walk
I found tree frogs glued to the pavement
In mid-hop
Paralyzed with eyes looking up
Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf
In an Elk Rapids gift shop
People around here are buried in their graves
Sitting up
To stare out forever upon Torch Lake
Tombstones angled against the hills
Last ever to see
The blue of this Earth
The lake of sunsets
The mirror that shows us all
Who we turned out to be.
Steady rain swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold
before undertow willingly
steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling, relinquishing, and taking
my hard won mettle of gold
earned early in primetime, now
at last...preemptive quiescent salvation
sluiced into unbarred
Davy Jones's locker hold
all me eager life possessions
long since donated and/or sold,
thus the final countdown
found yours truly submerged
for no rhyme, nor reason told
as I blissfully headed into the webbed
wide woebegone watery wold,
of course said dreamy forevermore
hoary idyll mere
reverie of this stevedore
"FAKE," & figuratively, hypothetically,
and imaginatively furthermore,
yaws true well lee washed away
in briny deep pull lore
ably tipped, gypped,
and drowned ma poor
body electric far from shore,
soaking wet tha top n bot hum
'o me soggy mossy noggin,
wharf fanta seas no longer
will eyes explore
waterlogged optima gills, this papa
wet tin his every pore,
this March 21st, 2019
(ewe could Hermes faintly
bleating after mighty roar)
of ocean riptide off back
offload mein kampf bon jure,
buffer dis future
papa gets tubby old,
and senile, who would
bean imposing chore,
asper deux marriageable
daughters tubby saddled,
reined in upon, and
bridled to endure
caretaking role asper,
this former stevedore
whose existence also spent
teaching many a bore from Bangalore!
Well within the city limits mysteries
Suburban people to the core escape
Into a wilderness of houses bunched together
Outside town, outside the reaches of police
In giant vehicles much bigger
Much larger than ordinary cars
Good citizens leave congested streets
For the homogenization of milk and mind
Between the city and the farm is space
More peace, less crime generated
Suited for new life to grow
Suburban is the only language spoken
Within the boundaries of God
A new born bunny moves about
Inside a tiny cardboard box it dwells
Inside a new construction site discovered
If not it must be a house, like so many others
Baby bunny must be a gift from mom and dad
Christmas starts in November this time of year
If we pray real hard under the covers
With due diligence as children do
Perhaps Christmas will come in June
A new born baby brother would be nice
But an SUV will do and will suffice
Is it cool that it’s not cool? Am I making a stink with no sense of smell. Don’t tell me it’s okay to say how I feel then throw me into an emotional jail. I don’t do being locked up well. So what if I get upset. Who says only you girls are allowed to feel? If I pulled on you-what you pulled on me, something that you cared about-and acted like it was “no big deal”; how would you really feel? Don’t step in my shoes and attempt to tell me my story from your point of view. I was always there so give e a hint and double up on getting a clue just so that the cold won’t seem so cold as sometimes I feel you barely try not to do. You're probably use to the inclement weather dealing with people that think they are better and you just keep reaching for their validation, so you walked into thing "us" thing more prepared than I by putting on an extra coat or two?
Is this how it feels with the 80/20? Am I putting down the 80 just to investigate and find the 20? How would you feel if I did to you what you've done? I have your back 210% is your percentage lower or higher when it comes to me? If I watched for you to prove it what pattern would I see? What’s minuscule to you just might be larger than life for I. People depend on the direction of society and employ less smiles and ore frowns, that's what happens when we live to gain approval from anyone yet ourselves and in my opinion...the "real world" was always generic and broken down. Listen to how my “ridiculous feelings” sound, though we bypassed this step on my end but you are taller for a reason you are on step four when I decided to wait now I just a random face in a faceless crowd and I fade behind the background. No pity or pictures please, I just want to hit start and remove the pause.
Because I waited and you play games with you words but I listen and yeah sometimes I overthink, it allows me to address I’ll just allow you to laugh at me. It sucked but not for too long. I’m learning that we won’t always be on the same station and it’s okay for us the explicit realness. Do we sing different songs or different verses to the same? It’s not “wrong” it’s how we learn about each other what’s taken cannot be unsaid or undone. It’s a matter of truth, integrity, and a consistent form of respect I'm always willing to do that always for you. Question is can you-for me?
A river runs
And rapids rose washing debris
Lawn's raking done
Rapids Ahead
I hear the canyon echo the cascading eddies’ volume,
Growing louder as I paddle closer to run the descent,
To enter the lake past water, hidden rocks, and seething foam,
While an eagle soaring the gorge shrieks an impending portent.
The walls are too steep for portaging the cataract in front,
So either I seek another route or forge on straight ahead.
To challenge destiny bewilders the passive goer’s want
When serenity in life is a more secure goal instead.
Cannot the way be more perilous when fate meets its limits?
I glide my canoe between the boulders, avoiding the onslaught
Of being ripped to shreds when thrown about in the driving rapids;
I break, turn with the oar this way and that and never ease off!
Then my fear subsides when the waters calm as I ride the crest;
I’ve come this far and have further to go before I can rest.
YOU AIN'T SHOT RAPIDS
I've got a dream, but it's only a daydream,
that we're out sailing the sea,
or climbing a mountain, or shooting some rapids,
but you're doing it with me.
Oh, how I wish you would see things my way,
and these things would all come to be,
cause you ain't climbed mountains,
and you ain't shot rapids,
until you've done it with me.
Climb a mountaintop with me.
Come and sail with me on the sea.
You've got so many worlds to find,
if you do it with me.
I've got a dream, but it's only a daydream,
until you let it come true,
climbing that mountain, and shooting those rapids,
it'll be me and you.
Oh, how I wish you would see things my way,
and these things would all come to be,
cause you ain't climbed mountains,
and you ain't shot rapids,
until you've done it with me.
.......................© ron wilson
Yeh a song, it is on Youtube just search for "veebdosa" and then select YOU AIN'T SHOT RAPIDS
athletic type at the front
wings of a splash, quite a slap
it’s a bother to breathe, but
he might catch a fish
6/9/23
I walk to clear my troubled mind,
To drown the sound of ticking clocks
That beat with worry in my ear.
A running river won't rewind,
And time bestows a gift that mocks,
We can't relive the past we wear.
But in the current’s rage, I find,
As rushing waves wash over rocks
Who stand their ground as they're stripped clear.
I'll send what can't be left behind,
When cleansing water strips and knocks
Into the river, all my fear.
And with their run, I'll soon be free
For both shall die when met by sea.
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