Deltas Poems | Examples

Someone

why do I care about them
we are not of the same breed
We are distant 

all of the same source
yet we are different seeds

some are good 
others are better
and others are the best

epsilons, deltas, alphas
in all shades and colors 
all go through the test

Someone

why do I care about them
we are not of the same breed
We are distant 

all of the same source
yet we are different seeds

some are good 
others are better
and others are the best

epsilons, deltas, alphas
in all shades and colors 
all go through the test

Its Strange How a Loved Ones Footsteps

Its strange how a loved ones footsteps
are so recognisable
even in the sleeping hours
of the crust on blur
A midnight sigh to tempt
or in sadness recognise its merit
Deltas are finite increments
That course within this form
from thistle to thorn
vessel carries the forlorn
Adorn her with the universe
that exist simply just to frame
To know beauties true name
My slow clap to the sunset
That never sees her face

Your Slender Frame

Vegetation verdant midst vapor-laden valley
  Misty cloud-mountains mask mansions' mirage
Time trembles, delicate, teasing tender tree-shoots
  Feathered flyers beat fast, beat furious, beat breathless  

Oceans ooze overhead, omnipotent orchestration, oh so
  Sonorous, solemn spectacle suggesting celebrations
Both beatific and bemused, beckoning bewitching
  Doe-eyed denizens of languid, listless deltas ---
  
When my eyes alight upon your slender frame
  Your swanlike grace freezing me
     ~ In the orb of your luxuriant gaze

Sonnet For Mother's Day To My Wife and Daughters

(Written about 2005, as a sonnet, but I cannot recall why I used 13 rather than 14 syllables per line. Maybe Petrachan? Forgive me if it fails the sonnet test.)


For My Wife and Daughters: STREAMS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
eighty percent water in me wants unity here
oscillating in bones, gurgling words in my bloodstream, 
verging on vigorous waterways, my own river
converging dreams, I take our daughters to park and stream
few, if any, waterfowl and fauna peek at us now
tiny tributaries of separation bring dirt
now, even in spring, the waters are still running low
no flowers or flora frolic between sky and earth
we inhabit deltas of exuberance, then the freeze …
shallows of calm showed my girls sunfish, pebbles galore
abounding like diamonds in my land of jealousies
now, as streams in the world begin to slow, run shallow
I am one in the God of all, born of Africa
my daughters’ bloodstreams murmur songs of America

Rivers of the Mind

I will sing to thee of love,
from the mountain top of time
Let the rivers of love
in my mind
                flow
                     down
                            to the valley of your heart
I who love you with an ancient desire,
willingly cast myself into the waterfall
Downward falling,
submerging in waters of pure peace
The salvation of love is calling
out to you
Let me flow into the deltas of your heart
Be not afraid of the rivers of love
pouring from my mind,
rushing down into the very soul of you
Let us together
take a vaporous journey back up
to the mountain top of time
Let us repeat the unending cycle
of the joined rivers of love of our mind

An Old Tree

The massive old man finger raises out of the ground,
Wrinkles of age run up from the ground,
Splitting into deltas,
Forming rivers,
That score crevices out of the skin,
Previous arms grew out of core,
Forming arteries and arterioles,
From the mother arm,
The arms bend slowly, 
Respectfully away from their mother,
A dead daughter arm, 
Lives as a stump,
Near her sisters,
Damaged by weather,
Then pulled to the ground as euthanasia,
By human friends,
The twig arterioles,
Popular with leaves,
Some making friends with birds,
With the ground,
Some adventuring into the air,
Some stretching out to the sides,
An respectful tree,
A slow tree.
An old tree.

A River Folds

A river folds upon its banks 
with waters deep and cold.
Its molten flow rolls endlessly
from aquifers untold.

It ripples over ancient stones
placed when the earth was cast.
Each sheared and formed the bedrock's course
'neath outflows bold and fast.

Swift currents know of time's slow ebb,
and legends never told.
Its surface gleams beneath the sun
of sagas being scrolled.

The sky above has seen the work
of time's artistic hand,
and knows the melding and the strength
of water and the land.

An ancient bending vein of life
connected with the wold,
that shields enigmas deep as time
in runnels which enfold.

Roll on past hill and fertile land
'til deltas cease your course.
The river and the woodlands speak
of life's primordial source.

                       Nov. 2014
                       Common Verse

Cold River Run

Cold river run, November morn,
past village sleeping, day yet born.
Dark, murky waters pass the quay
absorb each sound along the way.

An ice-cold flow that numbs like death.
Those passing see white, misty breath.
Though laced with ice its soul must flow
to seek out deltas wide and slow.

Late fall has seen harsh wind and flake.
Cold river knows it's autumn's wake.
It drifts past field and icy glen,
and speaks the season's last, 'amen.'

Long past our village, down its course,
cold river warms without remorse.
It knows new waters meld upstream,
to speak November's frigid theme.

                        Cold River Run
                        11-15-14

Of Tears

Of ocean waves
their moon-powered course set rolling.
A wide river's flow
shouldering earth's water
and fertile soils toward broad deltas.
Nightlong thunderstorms
saturating all kindred life to the roots.
The wild, unbridled wind,
that frames and shapes the land.
Witnessing all these abiding powers
of earth and sky that grant life and know
its conclusion; only one phenomenon
reflects our deepest sorrow, loss, and grief;
stills and holds quiet those deep in mourning,
looses the fires of kindled love,
victory's elation---all human joy,
yet grants unrestrained catharsis and epiphany.
This most compelling paradox of power is found
in the shedding of even one human tear.

                                    Of Tears
                                    5-15-14 b.b.
                                    Free Verse

For Those Who Also Sacrificed

FOR THOSE WHO ALSO SACRIFICED…
   (APROPOS SHEROES AND HEROES UNKNOWN)

Theirs too, was a journey of blood, flowing 
From shores of seas to beds of rivers:
Filling pitchers of freedom overflowing
With captured liberties and unshackled free spirits
Rising above the river banks of the deltas’ terrors

Yet the remains are merely dry bones
Of unsung heroes
Resting here in scripture based echoes:

     From dust thou cometh,
     To dust thou returneth

For them, there are no eloquent epitaphs;
No stone monuments to greet the seasons:
Only praises of the wounded hearts of heirs.

In these times, only chosen popular ones,
Are given the stone monuments with
Curious cold chiseled epitaphs.

The sacrificed lives of the unknown poor,
Remain simple reflections of churchyard graves.

The Silence of 23:23

THE SILENCE OF 23:23
By Immaculata Ortner

All lights went off 
My heart stops beating for a second
Keep staring at the quoted line
“You can be forever off line”
My heart ripped off my chest, mercilessly 
Speechless like I haven’t spoken before
Whispering with hope
Come back, come back
You kept the door shut
Keep drifting away 
Like a canoe on kavango deltas
Closing the chapter of hope and affection
Only me and my dark room
Feels cold in its four corners
No heater to heat the love
No life, no affection
Only me and my dark room

Life Stages of a River

Rain falls on granite.
Glaciers unwind.
Snowflakes decrystallize.
A murmuring stream collects,
in the confluence of the melt.

A river is born.

Her banks expand.
Nutrients collect in the torrent.
Rocks tumble in the frothy whitewater.
Speed and power intensify,
with the reshaped swell of common elements.

A river grows.

Transformation is slow and muddy.
Men build obstructions,
harness the river with turbines.
Irrigation canals siphon liquid gold for crops.
Barges navigate goods over current.

A river is tamed.

Sediments build in the depths.
Reflections dominate.
A serene shoreline nurtures abundance.
The hasty flow has noticeably slowed.
Every mile traveled increases breath of verity.

A river ages.

Some vanish with anonymity in vast deserts.
Others clash violently into endless seas.
A few form rich, braided deltas.
Inland lakes, without drainage, capture some.
Geologists and children are in agreement.

All rivers end……….

Ralph

i was just a kid the first time i met him
he borrowed my brand new wrist-rocket
and scampered off into the night, laughing like a ghoul
the sound of two young lovers on a beach, punctuated by howls of pain
the returning of footfalls and mad laughter
he had his fun, now it was time to party

i had no way of knowing this crazy man was to be in my life for many years to come
i had no way of knowing he would help shape who i was to become
he drug us from the beaches of Oregon to the deltas and forests of California
forever altering the path i strode upon

once, he had me and his son dig a 6X6 pit and bury him up to his neck
pre-emptive of him "Nutting up".
we fed him beer and fritos at his request... we unburied him after he came down
There are stories to be told that i cannot tell here.... but alive and fertile in my memories.
one day i will see him again and ask permission to tell some....
But it won't matter..... you wouldn't believe them anyway!!!!!

Man At Bay, Unity Away

-man at bay, unity away-
     I stepped to the shore
             alongside the unity 
                  of my whole being and watched
                                          all that i tried to fix
                                                      happen
    I saw pieces
                       trying to be a piece
    I saw clothes tattered very bad
                       trying to make a clad
    i saw deltas flowing
                       answering the seas calling
    i saw too the sky
                    and ground on one side to lie,
    but this storm of misunderstanding
                          that swept me to shore
   makes every other man stand at bay
                          and unity with the island far away

                                       from tales of the sailor.

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