Cistern Poems - Poems about Cistern

jeremiah jeremiah can you see me, standing in the parched land where no cistern holds water for none flows in the chambers of my own heart jeremiah can you hear me, foolishly digging reservoirs of emptiness where cracked and crumbling rock can hold no more than dust and create no more than despair jeremiah can you help me hoping that my thirst...

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Huge worn stone lid removed --- dragged to one side - centuries ago, and not moved since --- nestled in grassy pasture land; cistern filled - w/ cool rippling water - brilliant and overflowing: big open sky above, azure, brighter, deepest: one last dark cloud dejectedly drifts away....

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"Drink thy own water from your cistern" Bible- Proverbs 5:15 Drink water from your own cistern Let your fountain be your concern Leave not your wife ever. Rejoice in the wife of your youth A loving doe, svelte deer in truth Leave not your wife ever. Don’t get attached with someone’s wife Embrace not other’s wives in life Be with your wife ever. Your water...

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There are some things deep in the well of my soul hidden away to keep me whole down in that unfathomable deep the experiences that make my heart beat the surface of the well I seek soak up the suns warmth and heat screened off from the light of day the bottom made of mire and clay the mortar of my bounds surround me to...

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He told me his story, how much he loved her And all his dreams were rainbow stairs to gold In their little village their hopes on his shoulder He thought she knew he was fit man of the fold For always she pursued him, and ever told him She would love him forever, and share what wage Life may offer, she...

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Suzy Baker was genuine white trash Scorning fiercely, her teeth ready to flash. Fending her homemade trailer park jungle Dodging her dark and imminent funeral! Lucy Walker was a pretty lady Smiling friendly her lips always ready, Living quiet in lovely suburbia Meeting non-whites with xenophobia. Why did the potter create them this way? Was it because there were two types of clay? One forged...

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The Cistern awaited, Annual liquid prism fill, Rain was slow coming....

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