Echoes of the past,
Blast through my brain,
Dredging up the old again,
I feel I'm going insane,
Every morning feeling the pain,
Thoughts raining down,
Dowsing my crown,
Drowning out my will,
Still I stay strong,
How long must I battle,
This incessant rattle,
Babbling voices,
Pointing out bad choices,
The noise is unbearable,
I feel terrible,
A wearable past,
Left a lasting impression,
Casting me into the pen,
A time of depression,
A session of progression,
Regression therapy,
Tearing at me,
As i look to see the cause,
Pausing for a better view,
Getting a handle to hold onto,
As they keep coming through,
Staying true to what I know,
I throw them all away,
Now i can get started with my day.
I went into the scented apothecary (lush)
For it smelt like a gourmand dream
So soon my scent grew weary
So I chose a random scheme
A gem shaped chalky piece
That smelt like rose and myrrh
(Unknowing it was to cease)
I dropped it into my bath, and watched the witchery occur
Damn you wretched homeopath!
Perfume merchant mocker
Who sold me that purple sphere
Dowsing gold, silver and copper
Did smaller and smaller appear
Fizzled up and exploded
Left that pretty gem eroded!
So now I'm left in tears:(
Wonders await return,
Hidden within the pattern,
Concerning your connection,
The outer reflection,
Throughout thought selection.
We seek protection from ourselves,
As we delve into desires,
Dowsing our inner fires,
Mocking all who inquire,
And wish to move higher.
Seeking what they require,
To burn even brighter,
Acquiring a new state of mind,
A sense of peace hard to find,
as patterns grind gears,
Increasing our fears.
As they re appear,
Advancement is here,
As memories start to clear,
They fear my return.
Already feeling the burn,
Yearning for more,
Patterns fall to the floor,
Revealing the door,
I open and explore,
All the wonders I hoped for.
Wonders await return,
Hidden within the pattern,
Concerning your connection,
The outer reflection,
Throughout thought selection.
We seek protection from ourselves,
As we delve into desires,
Dowsing our inner fires,
Mocking all who inquire,
And wish to move higher.
Seeking what they require,
To burn even brighter,
Acquiring a new state of mind,
A sense of peace hard to find,
as patterns grind gears,
Increasing our fears.
As they re appear,
Advancement is here,
As memories start to clear,
They fear my return.
Already feeling the burn,
Yearning for more,
Patterns fall to the floor,
Revealing the door,
I open and explore,
All the wonders I hoped for.
shatterproof rain falls
dowsing my calla lily
— birdsong awaits bloom
5/17/2018
As the rain pours upon us
Wetness dowses you and I
Meant not, to detour our paths
Nor, to cause us grief or pain
Sent to us
Through sorrow
What have we done
The lord cries
Dowsing us
Not rain
But fallen teardrops
As they dripped
From his saddened eyes
And still
He hands us sun
To dry us all
From the wetness
That dowsed you and I
Saudade, assiduously dumping buckets of gelid-infused water overtop my vehemently flickering flame.
Arrogantly reigning my banished feelings of joie de vi-vre.
Undermining my drumming heart, snapping both ligneous sticks into splinters.
Duping our garish star, precipitating a myriad of inexorably raucous winters.
Absentmindedly amending my evocative, gaudy-slathered soul.
Dowsing my dullsville, dreary inside with black and white.
Etching my gunmetal grave with my name and date, sizzling my emotions with crimson cracked coals.
Life is a rocky road to traverse,
The destination is unpredictable,
Success is something difficult to know,
Failure is not unusual,
Life is like going dowsing,
Using wet noodles.
I walked up the rugged cliff for an overview
I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
Of the sunset dowsing out the fire
On the gorges of the grand canyon
I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
That was a delicious treat for my eyes
On the gorges of the grand canyon
The sun caressed the warm ranges
That was a delicious treat for my eyes
I treasured the kaleidoscopic moments
The sun caressed the warm ranges
Walled by the steeply layered rocky desert
I treasured the kaleidoscopic moments
An extravaganza of peaky rocks and plateaus
Stood firm gazing at the spectators gaze at them
The gushing ravines ravaged in the sun splashed gold
An extravaganza of peaky rocks and plateaus
Of the sunset dowsing out the fire
The gushing ravines ravaged in the sun splashed gold
I walked up to the rugged cliff for an overview
April 3, 2016
A Pantoum
For Eve Roper
mesmerized city
spell n dowsing of lighthouse
sea wind whirling through.
city mesmerized
spell n dowsing of lighthouse
sea wind whirling through.
All is not well
In this kibbutz
Distant thunder
Suffers, pardons
Armour crumbles
In this temple
Does the keeper's
Soul surrender?
Aren't the roots here
In this dark soil
Drinking like some
Suckers should?
And we will stay
In this dim light
Dragging echoes
Somewhere else
Aiming blame
In others' corners
Dowsing these flames
So we can breathe
And the wonder
In our slumber
Dregs our blood
So sick, so sick
I live in a house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch.
I live in a house
with a Louse.
Shes a loud mouth drunk.
I can't take this anymore!
Outside I lean against the trunk of a tree
and Think about dowsing that house
With regular unleaded.
but I CAN'T!
I still love that woman!
who lives in that house
with roaches and a mouse
that I can never catch!
Copyright 2011 JohnnyPaul Davis
The Water Witch
By Elton Camp
Perhaps “dowser” is a preferable name,
But the two are actually just the same
Men who had this power weren’t weird
They were respected rather than feared
They sincerely believed they could tell
The very best place to dig or drill a well
And the key to the water witching trick
Was to cut a fresh, forked hickory stick
The tip was pointed up toward the sky
On its turning down the man did rely
The dowser held it as he walked about
That he could find water he didn’t doubt
When it went down toward the ground
He said, “This is the best spot around.
Drill your well on this very spot here,
That you won’t find water never fear.”
There is no way dowsing could be true
With a diving rod, the same I could do
Because I very quickly came to learn
Change the tension. The stick would turn
Water is in the ground most everywhere
It matters little if you drill here or there
Well was dry? On dowser ‘twas rough
His ruse: “You didn’t go deep enough.”
To trust dowsing, there is no reason why
Some people seem to need to believe a lie
I expect that some reviewer will come to say
“You are just so wrong. It works that way.”
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