Best Water Supply Poems


Premium Member Flipped Hourglass

In my vantage-point the vast oceans are warming,
The sea levels are rising, while today is melting,
Cracking thick ice-shields crowning Artic, Antarctic
And ferocious intensity is churning Atlantic, Pacific,
As yesteryear in rear view flashes blunt warnings,
And future is admonishing~ morrow is drowning.

Snow-white Alps, soon forgotten dreams of past,
Rockies, Himalayas, barren as dethroned crowns,
Productive farming lands, infertile lacking rainfall,
Breeze of winsome winds, belching carbon dioxide,
Elixir of life poisoned by chemicals in water supply,
Paradise on earth soiled by callous human assault.

Proponents believe it’s true, deniers claim it’s false,
It’s an inexplicable dialogue of a human paradox,
Some assert it’s here now, others are nonchalant;

Tomorrow is troubled~ warns the flipped hourglass.

God! here comes the flood, here comes the storm,
Here come the disasters, hurricanes and cyclones,
Here comes the famine, here comes the drought,
Here on our display~ are shortcomings and faults.

Raise your voice, shout aloud~ dares anxious heart,
Apocalypse now! clamors an ubiquitous time clock,
Time to act is now, commands a flipped hourglass,
Before shore-lands vanish and coastal towns drown,
Before the earth’s scorched, before life is parched;
 
Before the game’s over, before checkmate is called.

February 8, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Flipped Hourglass

Poetry In The Rain


Ode to Rain Drenched Paper And Rapidly Disappearing Ink Stains
Previously Penned a Moment Ago, Dissolving, Swirling Cyclone of Water and Ink down the Drain!
Silly Poet Stranded, Emotionally Sifted And Strained
Enchanted by Calliope's Impish Minstrel
Base Cappella of Rumbling Thunder, I Shudder!
Serendipitous and Wet, Expatriate Poet Without An Umbrella!

For You  See I was Haunted and Teased By Moisture Filled Breeze
I Reached With My Pen and Tickled the Heaviest Cloud In the Sky With Ease
Silly Poet Provoking Poetic Rain, Prodding The Water Supply 
Tickled and Poked With My Pen, The Cloud Bellowed, Then She Cried
Prism In A Pearl Raindrop In Custody of  The Now Smirking Nimbostratus
Under Hyades Guard, My Penalty For Intrusion Pending Status!

Sitting In Humid Air, Amidst the Jury of Haughty Rain Nymphs Stares
I Should have use the Feathery End Of My Pen for the Inked Tip Created A Tear
Silly Poet, Drenched In Conjured Rain, Penalty for Pain, I must Rhyme Away From Here!
I Should Have Visited Erato's Garden to Borrow Her Myrtle Wreath!
Or Even Tea and Biscuits with Melpomene Could Have Been a Theatrical Treat
Euterpe's Sultry Flute Interrupted My Internal Musing, Rainbow Cruising Inky Hues
Silly Poet Seeking Poetry's Muses In The Conjured Rain In The News!
Conjured Rain Trance, Whimsical Chance, Pen In Hand, Here I Stand! Poet Pseudonym Debut
I'm Soggy, Not Sorry For My Attempts To Pen In the Rain, I Will Try Again, No Shame!
For Now My Sentence Has Come To An End, The Paper Filtered But Never My Pen!

Premium Member Ashes and Thirst

Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can it be? 
I want to ask this question you see. 
I want to know the answer, 
and I want to know why. 

The water in the tap is no longer clean. 
There are only 49 days left. 
Las Vegas, New Mexico... is on the clock. 
The whole city, will die. 

Why? 

Ashes from trees and flowers, 
ashes from cars and trucks, 
houses and furniture, 
personal items
... and dust. 
No rust!

It floats up in the air,
without a care, 
coming down here and there... 
as it pleases. 
The ash, making the land
dark, and unusable
with poisons yet
un found, going by unnoticed. 
They are the bounty of tomorrow, 
containing all the sorrow, 
from one bad instance to the next.

Then, the floods come from all directions. 
They are part of the whole. 
The water... now blending with the sewage, 
and sludge, again... undrinkable by man or beast. 

This story will repeat itself, 
until the cycle is broken, 
or the Lord returns. 

How is your water supply?
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Visit To a Mountain River

Summer is here with its extended day light
Mountains are giving up on their accumulated stock of snow piles
The river is gushing with vigor carrying fresh cold water supply
Its dancing bubbly liquid is glittering in the sun’s sparkly stimuli
She comes meandering through luscious mountain valleys
Making the surrounding land enriched and generously fertile
Old and new trees of fir, pine and oak stand along her rims 
Keep the mountains green and healthy for the roaming animal breeds

The change of the season is showing new growths on the tree tips
Many daisies and purple sweet pea flowers are covering nearby fields 
Gorgeous red planted roses are blossoming in the sunlight
A Grapevine is also showing a start of new fruit to my delight
Dark blue magnificent Stellar Jays welcome visitors by their loud songs
Showing their bold inquisitiveness swooping from branch to branch
 
A pair of black Phoebe birds kept flying on the water to catch flies
Bringing back food to their precious chicks in the nest above a windowsill 
A loner mink showed its appearance time to time after sunset
Hurrying fast to find a meal before hiding back into his cozy den
A black bear visited a few times in the darkness of nights
Happily wandering around the shared land after humans are gone to sleep

A visit to the rhythmic mountain river brought energizing breaths of refreshing air
Helped me notice and learn from the simplicity of nature’s behavior

Premium Member To Have Loved Mary

Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
The city is Seattle and it has a macho airport.

Give me the comfort of a moose knowing its
water supply. The mosquito's acceptance of its position
among a million mosquitoes. The pool of stagnant
water that remains one with the mothering ocean.
I drift on the air, less than a seed, a bacteria.

Or I am human, big dick, big brain containing
universal philosophic affidavit. Pleased by
the churning of my tongue, sexual enlightenment, 
devout prayer, gourmet dining. I swear
it is best to be alive and to have loved Mary.

Premium Member Water Elements Part 3

WATER

Water Invigorates the Human Body

Hydration is so important for our body’s  creation
to maintain as we play, run, and exercise
Our fluids start leaving  our body through sweating
Dehydration can be life-threatening

Requisite is so important for water filtration for our benefit
Safe, clean drinking water to filter and make definite 
Safe water supply , impermeable with safe amount of fluoride
Adequate drinking water is however, scarce in many hot regions

Precipitation released from the clouds in different forms; 
Water cycle  to our Earth
It cools and condenses into rain,
freezing  rain, snow, or hail in the clouds
falling  to the surface clean and clear 
Water evaporates from the surface of the earth 
rising again into the atmosphere 

It varies in the amount  that falls thought out the world
Making our earth seventy-one percent water
Besides the water that exists beneath the Earth’s surface
Leaving twenty-nine percent continents and island
Three point five  percent is freshwater lakes and  in crystallization  form 
As glaciers polar ice caps
If you could melt all the ice, the sea level would rise
Water itself is not blue, water gives of blue light upon reflection

Water invigorates the human body, animals, and plants
It is also important element on earth  to survive
No water no life on earth

4/12/2016

Contest Name Second Chance #3 
 Sponsor Broken Wings 

Yes  finalized  4/17/2016 12:00:00 AM 


1)	HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Every Drop Counts

Water Water everywhere,
We cannot live without it anywhere.
It is a vital resource,
Which is of utmost use.
But we pollute it and make it dirty,
Without thinking about the situation that without it we will
become thirsty.
Keep it clean or you will be sick,
Leading to so many diseases that will happen very quick.
It comes from clouds in the sky,
Falls on land for water supply.
We can neither add it
Nor subtract it.
For it is a continuous cycle of water
Which cannot be stopped ever.
We use water for so many things,
So why don’t we realise that it’s our duty to conserve before it 
leads to its strange occurring.
Programmes and Social awareness have been made among 
people about water conservation,
Which has taught many people that our tomorrow is saved only 
when we do water preservation.
People are actively taking part in water conservation
By practicing rain water harvesting, afforestation and adopting
sprinkler irrigation.
 ~Deveshi Hans

Spaceship (Acrostic With Rhyme)

Spend your hard-earned cash on fuel for takeoff.
Pray that the government does not find out until gone.
Allow your free time for checking weather, not golf.
Case the local food store for dry goods you can con.
Evaluate your water supply needs, no water in cosmos.
Secure a safe place for waste, body waste floats to easy.
Have welding knowledge, so your stored rocket is close.
Internet may bring suspicion making government queasy.
Plan to go up straight in the air, horizontal rockets scare.

Go Big Or Go Home

there's some lovers with brothers 
who want to smash your face, 
they're all writing fiction stories
in some big top secret place
when the 5 o'clock whistle
gives way to the chase 
we'll all run to the hole
and try real hard to erase
everything we never could control 
the little things that help
you keep pace

give me access to the water supply 
I'll make sure no one gets out alive
that's right! we're all gonna die 
don't worry I'm willing to drive 
I've probably only had 8 or 9 
we're gonna get home, get home just fine 


there's some mothers and others
finding shelter in my home 
granted it's an abstract idea 
but I just wanna be left alone
I'll keep hiding under the covers 
after all we're only flesh and bone
so here's some contrived lines for your 
head stone
 

give me keys to the machine in the sky
I'll set our course for a vertical dive 
that's right! we're all gonna die 
don't worry there's no need to cry 
I've probably only had 8 or 9 
we're gonna get home, get home just fine

Population Control

Death by firing squad is the old way
Using gas chambers, that area’s grey
Dropping big bombs, now that’s child’s play
Compared to the methods they use today

They’re killing people in their own homes
With tasty treats full of hormones
Microwave radiation into their bones
And straight to the brain using cellphones

Right out of the womb there’s a vaccination
If you got a “problem” there’s a medication
They got the water supply with fluoridation 
And chemtrails in the sky crisscrossing the nation

In this day and age it’s hard to hide
From G.M.O. “food” and pesticide
Or animal meat with steroids inside
Consuming this stuff is like suicide

Death rates from cancer are enormous in size
Every few seconds somebody dies
We need to know truth instead of the lies
It’s time to wake up and open our eyes

Too many people need a hospital bed
And to get one costs some serious bread
You must stay conscious and one step ahead
Before you find that you’re the one dead
© Lee Bates  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Palisade Palestine

Palisades					      Palestine


Raging fires					Raging fires
mansions destroyed				Babies burned
a million tears					the dead cannot cry
the winds are whispering			the bombs are laughing
who stole your water supply?		no aid allowed in
terrifying, natures justice			Americas politicians sign the bombs
your Big Mac was burned			while complete villages destroyed
a few people perished			hundreds of thousands slaughtered
fools denying climate change		fools committing genocide
missing a little water are we?		missing hospitals, children covered in
                                                        blood
your white Jesus turned it to wine	Bethlehem under Zionist siege once more
go see the Resnicks				go see Netanyahu
they stole most of your resources	he stole human organs, like a genocide
                                                        before
you suffered a few days			Palestinians suffered 76 years
poetic justice					Poets shot in the head
why should I care?				when the USA sends billions
you will rebuild the mansions		innocent lives, lost forever, by your hand
                                                        in crime

The Generous Mother Earth

THE GENEROUS MOTHER EARTH
How generous you are the mother Earth
It is from thee that man was made
You have made man un-thirsty
And your benevolent in giving out of nothing is inexplicable
You feed the worthy and the unworthy
We are till forever indebted to you
To return what thy have taken from thee!
The heaven can never be ungrateful
For the inexplicable water supply
That has made the heaven glamour
That has made the birds of the air gorgeous and flamboyant
They can never fail to pay thee, the last tribute
As to return the expedients taken from thee!
You have continued to bring out valuables
That prompted the regalia of men
That necessitated the pride of plants and flamboyant flowers
That yielded the live of insects and man
 They wouldn’t hesitate to vomit explicitly what they have savored
To the generous mother Earth!

A Rhyme Crime

A musing Mary, quite stationary
sitting with her laptop so still
thinks of limo cars, Broadway stars
and her dream house on the hill

Jill and Jack laid in their sack
wondering about Mary on their hill
making hay about "will she stay?"
tip their bucket to make it spill

Georgie Porgie and the water supply
got fresh with Mary, then up and went dry
and the big bad wolf ate Grandma away
George as the wolf, sang Broadway cabaret

Little Miss Muffet and Little Jack Horner
hawked wares on a New York street corner
pies, curds and whey, discounted all day
and Little Muffet did, a magic trick play

friends Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
hired a blind mouse to make it three
sang sidewalk duets, with the mouse rapping
shoes clicking softly and tiny cane tapping

Old Mother Goose, a Times Square recluse
did Father Gander's paycheck squander
on baubles and bling and trivial things
why she needed all that stuff I wonder

Ol' King Cole, his kingdom in a hole
decided to further leverage his coffers
with bonds of junk and dollars that shrunk
he's in Cayman Islands awaiting better offers

ganders and gooses are on the looses
and Ol' Cole and Mary and Jill and Jack
are off on a vacation and won't come back
still common rhymes hafta work over time

© Goode Guy 2011-10-10
© Goode Guy  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Winter Wonderland

WINTER WONDERLAND

           Once I chanced to see Winter wonderland
           on honeymoon trip where amour shimmered slow.
           Mystic mountain sent astounding errand.
           My first experience to look at snow.
          Placid sky held Sun in pale passive glow.
            Glossy grass playing with leaves of willow.    
          
                  Rural area untouched by tourist
                    Habitat of innocent populace.
                   Severe cold morn greeted us with mist 
.                  Soon abundant sunshine showered solace.
                 Free from pollution, pretty peaceful place.    
                     Nature in elegance, glory and grace.
                 
           Small town divided into two portions
             Water supply and electric power
                under peculiar regulation
            on intermittent interval of one hour.
          Days were charmed with fragrant feral flower.
              Amazing ambient to embower. 
           
            We were whelmed in wonderful winter zone.
            Spent night ,embraced tight in cozy sojourn.               
       
  12/25/18
                 Urban Sonnet

Premium Member Recipe: Poulet Roti - French Style Le Chant Royal Instalment 3

RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style – Le Chant Royal (Instalment 3)

(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE) 

STANZA  II

Cut the hot-water supply, make chicken freeze
Tear up the electric connections, the telephone
Ensure chicken swallows upstairs dust, e’en sneeze
Fix the plumbing, flood coop with merde from heaven 
Funnel exhaust fumes into coop car cabin
After fixing the engine – closed doors – unseen
And when chicken leaves coop to forage for food
Invade the coop, sabotage shower for good
So as to keep chicken skin in constant stink
See that chicken pays for all damage in blood
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!

ENVOI 

Use the migrant lêches culs, the all-willing brood
Rejects from anarchic lands up to no good
Kitchen-help strut as Mason Chefs in a blink
Make their Masters’ ev’ry wish come true for good
Give the Alien Crowd free rope’s nodding wink!

©  T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
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