Best Water Level Poems
Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)
A lavatory confinement
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low
Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger,
straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself
Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dry grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood,
overpower any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs
Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T
By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood)
Date: 12-15-13
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Categories:
water level, abuse, anger, angst, how
Form:
Free verse
The millwheel will not turn again till spring
for Winter’s icy cold grip holds it firm.
She squeezes it like Her private plaything,
though Her crushing power is but short-term.
As shorter days subtly lengthened; the sun
slowly began to liquefy the ice.
And the waterwheel shook, and almost spun,
while the miller posted his asking price.
Whispers ran through the town from door to door,
the ice is breaking up at the millpond.
And housewives could soon buy flour once more,
for each village, and its mill shared a bond.
The millwheel shimmies free from Winter’s grip,
shuddering as the water level peaks.
And as pressure increases drip by drip,
the pond ice melts, and the wooden wheel creaks.
(Quatrain)
6/26/2018
Categories:
water level, 12th grade, anxiety, community,
Form:
Quatrain
the leaves are flotsam
b’low water level -
roses aspire
Categories:
water level, flower,
Form:
Senryu
Glittering was the evening Sun’s face Glided down unto the level of my surface
Wobbled were the waves of the ocean Rays reflected by the waves, for a reason
Water level was on the declining trend Enticing beauty of the scene was grand
Decline of water was at a high pace I could gaze the clear view of the space
Eventually exterminated was the sea, In a short time you may take for a tea!
Sacredly sailing was the setting Sun Though the whole drama indeed, is a fun,
As the emptied water was packed in a bottle And as if I drunk the sea, in a magic battle!
Above Poem was adapted from the eBook "Eagle Educates Endurance and Other Poems on Nature" authored by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyrights reserved!
Categories:
water level, allusion, drink, funny, magic,
Form:
Couplet
Unquotable quotes – XII
To catch a monkey, you need a young coconut with three holes for eyes ; bore a hole in one and wait : the monkey will thrust its hand in to grab a mouthful and will not let go come what may.
To catch a false monk, you need an orphan.
To catch a thief, you need either a camera or a cobra.
To catch a bluffer, you need to make him believe ya.
To catch a fly, you need a spider with a parlour.
To catch a poisonous snake, you need a retracting loup on a long ten-foot pole.
To catch a giant, you need a sling with a stone.
To catch a Pharoah, you need his sister with a hisser.
To catch a priest, you need the advice of his Chief Geist.
To catch a stool-pigeon, you need another stool-pigeon.
To catch a plane, you need a valid ticket.
To take a train, you need a ticket-puncher.
To board a ship, you need to rise with the tide.
To catch the woman next-door, you need to wait until the paramour goes out the back-door.
To catch a ripe durian, you need to have a hard or an empty head.
To capture a girl in a burqa, all you need is another burqa.
To capture a rat in a hole, all you need is a secret service mole.
To capture a pirate ship in a canal, all you need to do is to lower the water-level.
To catch a polar bear and her cubs, all you need to do is to raise the level of your exhaust fumes.
To catch a lark on a bark, all you need to do is to click your camera.
To catch the sun in the morn, all you need to do is to sleep with your window open.
To catch cold, all you need to do is to stand stark naked bold.
To catch forty winks, you need to be full of drinks.
To get on peoples’ nerves, you need to step on their toes.
To catch the pox, you need to meet a certain lady who lounges around the docks.
To come to grief, all you need to do is to rob Fort Knox.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2016
Categories:
water level, humor, life, satire, women,
Form:
Epigram
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Categories:
water level, abuse, africa, age, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
The sea is melting
The water level rises
To the eyes as tears
Even in earthquake
There is no wave in that lake
Grief numbs a man's heart
Birds taste their voices
The air clamours with fresh songs
He knows it is spring
The sun melts the mount
The river strangles silence
A vision of peace
Categories:
water level, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The river flows in a one way ticket
Drew memory of the dreaming man
Followed water level like a picket
In the rainy season, the water spans
Water becomes shallow in summer
He recollects his long loving days
Spent in the sweet and sour clutters
Finally, like the river she went away
He believed relationship was durable
The family bind lacked the continuity
The seasonal water to be comparable
River and love passed by definitely
His heart fulfilled by self-compassion
Living will never be full of perfection
Categories:
water level, lost love, love, river,
Form:
Sonnet
Watching the vast ocean
Water level go up
Where tidal force comes in
Weather change or the moon
Without rain no rich crops
Wonder what we would do
Will our bodies hold up?
5/9/2021
Pleiades W Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Categories:
water level, water,
Form:
Verse
Walk these streets with me
Observe the cracked sidewalks
That poor people walk
And rich people balk
Look at the dilapidated strip malls
And broken down concert halls
Once resplendent and representative of the American Dream
Now a bitter reminder of an empire in decay
And it's not okay
But we're living in the ghost of glory
A former empire set on fire
We're in dire but led by liars
Serenaded by choirs of bugs and mice
It was the middle class who paid the price
Whose feelings might as well be chiseled with ice
Because we're melting in the pot
As our dreams begin to rot
With nary a thought from the billionaires
Who will be there but without a care
Walk these streets with me
Look at the hopeless eyes
Starving and fed up with lies
We sold the American Dream
For an American meme
The gears of capitalism keep turning
As the cities keep burning
We greased the gears with blood
And enough tears to cause a flood
Suffering so much we can't fight for our own life
As the media sows seeds of division and civil strife
And when you speak out
They'll break you down and make people doubt
But walk these streets with me
Look at the grafitti on the walls
It's heartfelt and more inspired than what the media calls
Cinema which is just there to distract
From the fact that we're on the wrong track
And even worse on the wrong train
Filled with those who COVID-19 has slain
But if I have your attention folks
Don't forget he who called it a liberal hoax
Look at the fires in California
Look at the water level rise
We're on a path to demise
Look at the hurricanes
Every summer bringing fresh pain
Look at the wealth increases of Bezos, Musk, and Gates
The grass is greener on the other side but this is our fate
Walk the streets with me
And look with me
The Panama Papers
The Pandora Papers
The convenient death of Epstein (he didn't kill himself, did he?)
All to protect the cowards in power
But like the energizer bunny we keep going
And going and going and going and going
Only the batteries are finally dying
And the leaders play games and are lying
Knowing we're running out of time
Just walk with me and look at the grime
Look at the America you don't see on TV
It's where you will see me
And millions just like me
And maybe you'll see this idea that we're free
Is just a fantasy
Categories:
water level, america, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Okay I just got freaked out by a bird
In a test tube half filled with water, this is absurd
A worm floated on top out of reach of it's beak
Some pebbles were scattered around within reach
So the crow one by one picked up some pebbles
And placed them in the tube to raise the water level
Until this delicacy was finally reachable
Then proceeded to devour it, unbelievable
This event just about blew this old mind
Intelligence is not limited to us, it's crossed the line
Categories:
water level, miracle,
Form:
Couplet
8D
my mind is an open book.
read it and have a look.
"Open" said Crow.
"We near the brook"
"Stones are there and
little by little does the trick.
Love the journey... it's the
Mother of all invention.
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http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34
Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press
NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and
the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being
true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened.
It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level
too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the
pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the
mother of invention.)
Categories:
water level, imagination, inspirational, love, mystery,
Form:
The level of the stinky dirty water
Of the creek running near my house
Not falling this year.
In this dry season,
Water not falling from the taps,
the rivers became lean.
Its course somewhere encroached upon
Protests have
not heard, non willing to stop
Earth filled and fenced .
And in the dirty rill
Its water level rather rising
I saw them as ghosts haunting.
More they will haunt when rain comes.
Then the soothing sound of the rain
Will be terrifying to our minds.
Categories:
water level, environment,
Form:
Free verse
EXPERIMENT WITH BOILING WATER
Let your dubious interest in science not diminish;
Just watch the water-boil process from start to finish.
Gas flame is lit and well-adjusted:
As a scientist you're hot as mustard.
See the condensation on glass above water level ?
Soon you’ll have covered base of glass kettle
With the small bubbles of trapped steam you distended.
They became lines of moving bubbles and ascended
Like watery snakes looking for their surface goal
And hissing as they failed to find it in shoals.
Now they’ll rise ever more frequently, ever faster -
The rate is chosen by the experiment master.
The slight hisses become rumbles
Kettle rattle loudens as your gas flame tumbles.
Space above water level fills with steam -
The boiling makes scientist-eyes gleam.
A whistle treble starts to tremble
Then, gaining courage, it will soon resemble
The olden-days police summons pitch
Of ultra-high G or A-sharp, very rich.
I should stop now before I have trouble with the law
Of physics – for the water boiled away as we saw:
And the kettle dried out.
The experiment was over, we had left no doubt.
Categories:
water level, science, water,
Form:
Couplet
Accident Prone Pilot.
The ship was going up river to unload
containers full of scooters and tractors;
rain upland water level higher than usual.
There is an overpass across the river and
the ship´s bridge and communication mast
collided with it. It took a month to repair
damage to the ship and she was ready to
sail down the river, out to deep sea again.
There had been no rain for rain for a month
water level was lower than usual.
Going under the bridge was a piece of cake,
nervous pilot and anxious captain smiled,
but then the ship shuddered and got stuck in
the mud.
Categories:
water level, adventure, loss, natural disasters,
Form:
Blank verse