Boatmen Poems - Poems about Boatmen

...Written: July 04, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ A respected river, your holiness sublime. Purifies within if we let your essence seep. From the......Read the rest...

...Beauteous lass Thy wounds are bleeding! Crowning crowning where thou go on? Mothers weep and babies feeding Crowds on crowds and trumpet blow on! Wearest thou thy wedding garments Then which......Read the rest...

...spires stretch heavenward in a twilight sky crimson hues and nighttime blues do battle as people lope lazily over a dusky bridge like cattle with cameras; snapping the domed limestone giant ......Read the rest...

...During colder winters the river freezes over A vast sheet of ice spreading shore to shore While the traffic awaits March’s spring thaw, Old boatmen share traditional waterway lore And skaters......Read the rest...

...It Comes Without Trumpets No fanfare, no golden light that we know of. It comes without a pale horse. Sometimes silent during the night, perhaps peaceful but perhaps not. No one knows the dr......Read the rest...

...Oh Ganga! river so revered your holiness purifies deep if thy essence we let in seep. From lord Shiva's hair you appeared down the mighty Himalayas quenching the thirsty souls pious. Yamuna......Read the rest...

...On Jingxi River boatmen are very careful with big rocks found, No news about boat-capsizing is heard all the year round. But in smooth rivers where there are no dangerous rocks, Victims are often......Read the rest...

...Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx. They were wild and naive and looked quite agha......Read the rest...

...wildflower meadow as tall as a muntjac cuckoo cuckooing - farmers haymaking grasshoppers stridulating don't touch a stinkbug - wood admiral glides honeysuckle its host plant humid t......Read the rest...

...Harvey I sit in my chair Lovely music playing; Afternoon sun shining; Birds filling up to roost. I look out my sliding doors; The ferns are lush. I hear a baby cry, There is a......Read the rest...

...Danny the dolphin loved his next of kin, swimming in pods out in the big ocean, sensing danger he'd be the first to respond, helping humans to safety creating a special bond, Noticing that huma......Read the rest...

...The green village, the colored city, the ever familiar locality Each path, tree, house, turn, each native I have left behind But creepers, hedges have entangled with my leg and hand The green crop......Read the rest...

...Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography, Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea, Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain, Broadsided by fiction now baking insane; Balanced betwe......Read the rest...

...Emerald Waves emerald tides rise boatmen hold breath while tunnelled ......Read the rest...

...I DON’T WANT HIM by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I’m Pontius Pilate and here’s something I need to share As of this moment I wash my hands of the entire affair You’re saying this guy’s a heretic meddlin......Read the rest...