Fountain of youth stems from pizza,
Okay, dude, playing Mona Lisa,
Understand my devotion,
No need to swim an ocean,
Touch therapy can be fun,
Atta boy, you're my number one!
I think you're kindest ever seen,
No way I'll be a drama queen..
Out of bed, into a rhyme,
Friends forever through all time.
Your garlic carbs are a start,
Out of sight, but full of heart,
Universal star king on your throne,
Tempting you are, cheerio on phone,
Hottsie tottsie, you're never alone!
In the City of Downey, where I was born,
my mom gave me options, and I was torn.
She said, "Here are your choices. Listen kid -
we can go to Giza to see the great pyramid,
or maybe you want to see the Great Wall,
or the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal -
but wait, look out the window. It's getting dark.
We just have time for Rio San Gabriel Park.
There's a lion drinking fountain where you can drink.
How about that son? What do you think?"
So, we got in the car, drove two minutes to see
The Big Yellow Lion Fountain of RSG.
I'll tell you friends, that's as good as it gets,
and to this day, I've had no regrets.
The seat next to mine,
occupied yet vacant,
the gap of your voice
bringing drought in my self,
in the gardens of joy you had sown.
It's been a while since they have grown.
The roots aren't deep,
the extra care it sweeps,
the paling of flowers,
like they wanna weep.
The open air,
swings and fountain,
all of it fades away.
Dark clouds in the sky,
acid rain,
sunlight can't find its way.
The haunting nights with a broken heart,
made of glass,
every edge cuts every emotion,
bleeding can't resist its motion.
The blood turns black,
the poison they detect,
all of the body's blue,
the cursed soul is left undue.
.
crystal wet
splash'n them
'gainst
racing mine think
thuh noon spring
sun
her purty tongue
excite'did
uh dance
happy
and wink'd
')
Around the Water Fountain
Kevin Davis 2025
"How are you?"
"I am fine, and you?"
And as usual we let it go at that.
What more can we say?
Do we talk about cutting your face or leg shaving?
Do we talk about changing your shirt because the coffee was too hot and spilled on it?
Do we talk of having to clean-up trash before we left home, Because the neighbor's dog emptied the trash that someone left out?
Or that the car was left with little gas and had to be filled?
Do we talk about the idiot who was behind schedule and was driving erratically?
Do we talk about trying to find a parking space on the street and there was none?
Do we talk about finding a spot in a high priced parking garage and now having no money for lunch?
Do we talk about the political crap that surrounds our country that is making everything more expensive?
Or should we talk about the argument with your spouse over something that was so important you forgot?
Do you talk about who won what games yesterday or the workday ahead and your plans for the evening?
Or do you just say, “I am good, and you?”
Or do you just get our drink of water and hurry back to our desk?
Enjoy today, tomorrow will come
Whomever coined the phrase
'A penny for your thoughts'
also phrased a coin
one would think
and what a pretty penny too
as one ought
now a penny saved is a penny earned
so I won't spend it on things you thunk
for my word is my bond
and I don't invest in junk
I have yet to see pennies from heaven
fall from the wild blue sky on high
but hope I do and if I catch a few
with wishful thinking
into the fountain they will well fly
yet should I spend a penny
on this or any other day
it would literally be
a penny pissed away
Firm
Rigid
High mountain
Standing static .
From chasms oozing
frolic fountain
dynamic
restless
Fall.
hell is a fountain of youth
the age of a fountain is the age of a youth
the age of a fountain is the age of hell
hell is a ageless youth
hell is a ageless fountain
paradise is a ageless hell
paradise is a older hell
heaven is older than hell
heaven is older than paradise
heaven is a older hell
fountain of youth is a older fountain of youth
old is older than heaven
old is older than a fountain of youth
the young and the youth is the old and the youth
young is a younger youth
young is younger than heaven
young is younger than hell
young is younger than a fountain of youth
paradise is a young paradise
paradise is a young heaven
paradise is a young hell
I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
When the hearts melt the thorns where-of,
a never-ending fountain of Love.
9/10/2025
Flows fountain of delight,
enwraps the parched spirit.
Drink glee philtre sated,
leap dazed with fulfillment.
Charm dreams show
slow motion
scenes you know
owe your joy
when stars glow.
How deep is the fountain from which my joy floweth
How high is the mountain on which my feet stand
How vast are the marvelous wonders He showeth
How great is the strength of His mighty Right Hand
How sure are His mercies—made new every morning
How bright is His light in the the days that are dim
How great is His goodness stored up for those fearing
His Name—all those finding their refuge in Him
How strong is the bedrock on which I am founded
How dear is the heritage given to me
How deep are my roots—in that land I am grounded
How true are His words, and forever shall be
How free is His grace, never purchased by silver
How dear is His love, more than men e’er could tell
How full is my heart, satisfied by my Savior
How good is Yehovah unto Israel
The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants
Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance
How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse
angry enough to give him some really mean reviews
He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony!
Blue and plastic, common, bony!
The pen came back to hear my thoughts
I’ve always wanted to write, my heart in knots
It’s a pretty good poem I told the fountain pen.
Muse Trixie was furious and nasty, hateful once again.
As I drink from that strange fountain.
I’m going to give you a single clue.
And tell you where the treasure lies.
The whole treasure,
Could take hours to explain through the sparkles.
I have nothing except my mind which is like a microscope.
The sky is bugging me and made of dots.
Rotting logs shaped oddly.
I think the water around here is weird.
Unwieldy, wild, and howling.
The fireflies make sense.
Floating is a cop out.
It’s more like…
Water but also not.
Fluidity which is part of my steps.
I don’t have feet, just Them.
As I splash water everywhere.
The fountain turned off,
But I am the fountain, and I am the one.
Let me hand over the clue.
Paper which is,
Waterlogged.
As I spit out the water from that strange fountain.
I realize I might have a problem after all.
They turned off the fountain.
I’ll take a nap first.
Then try to figure out how to get my legs to work again.
Change of season joy
beatifying day with color
Third Place Winner: Constance La France-Write Two Beautiful Lines-3/4/25
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