Best Watering Poems
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes
I was not brave, I did not dare to ask
why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask
Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes
matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies
I had not courage, to find out her plight
nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight
Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend
she now lost, nobody dare intervene
If we had met before deep heartbreak struck
I would now hold her and thank my good luck
There she sat, crying outside that June dance
to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance
Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile
Courage came, I crossed that last fearful mile
R. J. Lindley,
July 23rd, 1973
Giraffe at the watering hole
She splays her forelegs one at a time
levering, leaving dignity
behind, easing down to a
half sideways split; then bends
to drink, hoping no
lion arrives
blood-blushing
head rush
up
At my pious avowal, my seed was sown.
A new vision, my liege Lord's race is known.
Century said he'd lived earlier to lead
Believers on how to water the seed;
and gather more fruits for the barn he build.
Some will fall on thorns or stones; better a field
To receive a hundred fold increase, lest
I'm bereft of my bounty soul harvest.
rosy nestle flows
succulent pinkish top scoop
mouth's now watering...
pure savory hmm...
melts like puffs of clouds floating
swinging goddess...
woods' delicacy
chocolate brown heaven - ohhh!
"NEAPOLITAN".
Ah! Mouth watering dishes,
Lots of Good Wishes,
With some Pickled Pepper, Mint -
Greenish-yellow tint,
Crispy, Creamy, Pie,
World’s Frankest,
BURRRRRP!
She was a wreck;
alcohol, drugs, and loneliness
were her company.
Men loved her body,
but avoided her soul like a plague.
“You will never be loved,”
she heard.
Scornful whispers crawled all around her.
One man loved her so dearly,
that he was ready to see and touch
the ugly scars of her life – he was ready
to be scorned as she was.
“You won’t love her for long,”
he heard.
A woman struggling not to drown
into nothingness is all he saw in her eyes…
(This piece was published in Literature Today (Vol. 4)
as my eyes devour you -- I’m filled with mouth-watering cravings of lust
Susan Ashley
July 24, 2017
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: Lust
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
How long must I travel down this dusty road
Till I find my own watering hole
It feels like its been a long, long time
Since I got a chance to rest my weary soul
I've carried this load for a long, long time
So I feel like I can't go on
I really need to see that watering hole
Just to quench my thirsty soul
My feet are sore, even the suns' beating down on me
So very dry and parched am I
So a long, long cool drink from that watering hole
Sure would work wonders for me
Love needs communicating.
Communicating takes time.
Time needs prioritizing.
Prioritizing takes reflection.
Reflection takes desire.
Desire needs discipline.
Discipline takes commitment.
Commitment needs accountability.
Accountability takes openness.
Openness needs understanding.
Understanding takes someone.
Someone needs reminding.
Reminding takes love.
The word of God is our teacher
coming down just like the rain
watering our crop over it all
evenly spread never being in vain
God speaks from heaven above
seeking to distil it as the dew
through His authorative inspired word
drinking all His truth His people grew
We are like grass being so tender
receive the rain so gently spread
just like God’s living active truth
affecting our heart tenderly read
Showers pour upon the herbs
watering deeply down at it’s root
all for God’s glory to be shown
so it’ll sprout forth with good fruit
(‘May my teaching drop as the crain, my speech distil as the dew, like gentle rain upon the tender grass and like showers upon the herb.’ Deuteronomy ch. 32 v.2)
A common green
Garden hose coiled
Slithering head bright and erect
Suspended over the gaping crowns
And roots garmented in soil
And I
At the foot of glowing tree
Or flower bush
Tend my garden alone
Whip the flickering water like a tongue
Venom white the foam
Through the innocence of light
Falling
In spatters at the frigid root -
A second promise of life
The leaves bowing
From the blinding force of spray
Turn their dripping mouths away
The upraised hose deseminate
Not I
The hose would lead you to conclude
As if it was the primary source
The water's fount and feed
So I
Kept my eyes in constant watch
On the uncoiling trail in the quivering grass
Inch after inch, inching at my heel
Its rigid head between my fingers twitching feels
The slippery clasp of power
Upon the brooding hose.
Then caught my eye
A butterfly
Meandering away ... something I long to grasp
And let my fingers moan each tenderness
Of silken dust it yields
To tell the softness
Of death, cold, inanimate
Left rigorless
In the imaginations frightened clasp.
mouth watering egg
taste lies in soft yellow yolk
outer shell allures
Mosquitoes buzzing
Watering in evening
Waking sleeping bugs
Just learned about syllables in Haiku. Sorry
I love to water my yard.....and my feet.
My plants love to drink....
The cool water I give them.
Just like I love to water
You with my words.
Passion, lust and misty
Thoughts of love.