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Wide oceans, wandering rivers, wild waterfalls
water bursts forth and invigorate the senses.
Requisite and essential to life, it flows freely
spreading it's liquid magic throughout our world.
Follow water's fluid pathways over the earth
from precipitation seen in rain, sleet and snow
to crystallization, where water changes into a
frosty, winter wonderland of frozen icicles.
We mere mortals could never become impermeable
to the life sustaining benefits of water, for we
depend upon it for hydration, like breathing, and for life.
For we are made of water, and without it, we would die.
Written on 4/5/2016
We come,
at a trail's trial turning,
to an impermeable ego-flaming wall.
All remaining between us
and history
since bilateral beginnings of our ZeroWalled Time
is this Yang barrier
double-binding before to after identity
Between humane solidarity
and Earth's solid eco-habitat;
between us and living resilient Earth joy,
swaying wildness,
sunlight on waters,
early spring songs,
fogged-in mornings of gloom
doom
dark walled tomb...
Will we co-arise somber
Earth's sacred ego-dominance together now
or unsolidly apart,
not long lasting later?
Will we let yang with yin
left with right
dipolar consume
whatever resonant body identity
we have twisted
to transpire our treasonally climatic lives?
Sending us on and out each morning
through trembling memory of yang barriers,
a WiseElder sad eco-power radiance,
a changed yang-purging yin-squared diamond
transubstantiating solidarity event
dialectically positronic timeless
flickering interdependence
re-becoming EarthTribal breath re-inspired
expiring healthy atmosphere remediation,
Another moody not yet waiting
re-membering to breathe web
and not yet gone longing
ZeroWall,
Boson of Earth's potential spacetime,
universal integrity,
holonically eco/ego-uniting
compressing
digesting
ingesting
inspiring anim-us/a spirit.
Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in gold-tipped purls of rose-furls:
stroking the ears as gently as a brook,
yet roaring with the might of an ocean-river undammed,
with strength enough to loose the captives.
Dance—that vital union of impulse and excursus,
Funnelling to earth to free the heart with unspeakable words.
Beauty will save the world, said a great Russian writer:
But how does that matter unless it first save our souls?
Wending, winking, welding walls of splendor; almighty proportions,
austere glory of Euclidean quintessence,
draining, distilling, disgorging life's elixir into a jet-black pearl
suspended in honey-dew drops:
Then the peak of the ascent and the plummet back to the globe of the touched;
yet refusing to leave us untouched.
Surely there is more to what there is than whatever we wish it to be,
Yet the continuum plunges on in measured oar-strokes,
to reach in all haste that prized and glistering and all-consuming whole;
Unfilched fire of sparks and symmetries to wound the soul with terror
Of the known but not realized:
After all that, we arrive at the beginning,
and let our sails be billowed with burnished breezes.
Noah heard the forecast and realised he must build an ark
It had to be impermeable for when they finally disembark.
They faced forty days and forty nights of torrential precipitation
Thank goodness Noah was constructing the ark for this situation
To invigorate Noah he could see the storm clouds were gathering
He knew that they must work quickly or they would get a battering
The requisite was it must be huge to hold animals and his family
When animals boarded two by two, it was a spectacular sight to see
When they reached dry land they were met with falling snow
Snow is formed by crystallization in case you didn’t know!
Water is essential to our daily life, we need it for our hydration
It is sent to us from heaven above – thank God for precipitation!
04~04~16
N/A in original contest - submitted to Screwed XIII sponsored by Rob Carmack
1 original, poem on the theme of THE ELEMENT OF WATER! The only limitations for this contest is that you must include these 6 words in your poem: 1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
WATER
Land mass of Earth is too small to stand.
More than double is water in galore
Sink to sea water, not a drop to drink.
Bring fresh sweet water from stream or spring
Other resource is underground water, not to bother.
Bound is rain water to sink underground,
But will settle when soil is impermeable just.
Under the ground to get reservoir, rain will surrender.
Polite to mention: ‘For life water is requisite
to start, to flourish to flora and fauna too.
Three states of water in Nature exist free
Liquid water, water vapor and Ice solid.
Encore! Water invigorates even life to restore.
Nice crystallization of water forms hard solid ice.
Floating icebergs keep nine tenth submerged, only peaks pointing
Less visibility threatens ship on actual size to guess.
Snow melts from ice caps, waterfall follows to flow
Stream and river run ceaseless to meet ocean’s dream.
Nature presents water in varied form so spectacular.
Evaporation from water surfaces results in cloud formation
Power of proud clouds burst out in tears of rain shower.
Profile of liquid state is back to water surface completing water cycle.
Hydration occurs when water claims chemical combination.
Deadly dehydration needs water intake urgently.
Prior to high -tech to get drinking water pure,
Process of putting alum causing precipitation was easy to access.
Wastage of water is prohibited, make best usage.
Nurture water for future as unique elixir element of Nature.
Once used by God to destroy the world
It's power and fury with destruction swirled
But Noah's ark was impermeable to the rain that prevailed
And through the raging waters he sailed
Chemically known as H2O
A requisite for flowers to grow
Precipitation comes as either rain or snow
And after the rain behold the rainbow
Water gives a flower rejuvenation
And we need it daily for hydration
When H2O freezes crystallization takes place
In places arid and desolate
Lack of this liquid will dehydrate you
You'll need a drink of water to invigorate
Cooling and soothing like morning dew
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4/3/16
MERGED IN SURRENDER
Kiss me quiet under the rain~ skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir my slothful frown,
wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze
their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown.
Our hands clasp to spins and turns on that wet ground,
tango to loves groove, we are pleased to tease
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
The air touched by purple lilac blossoms caress--
it velvety flirt tickling our pact distress.
Our hungered bodies beseech on nightly bounds
in a ballroom beseem for loving grounds.
From lips tiptoeing on skin, so easy they appease,
to strokes flavoured by glows of summer reprise,
slow to fast moves wings a-twitter heated degrees
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
Among the years where there's whispers that seize,
experience match our heartbeats on impermeable squeeze
and if tension snaps on daylight and nightfall sound
in search of essences where rubbles or debris abounds...
In the absence of solution, should we stop to care?
Ah! Let crisp leaves of autumn display our memories,
cherish the days when February sings Spring: our promise
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
Hearken thoughts and hearts merged in surrender,
the shaped images and forms impress the depths,
our love root a seed echoing the song of forever
as this emblaze our spirit and behold our strength.
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***The first three stanza didn't follow definite rhyme format but the rhymes are retained as much as possible on each stanza except the last one, the envoy is rhymed with.
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
Contest Name Not Your Average Ballade
Placed 7th...
O.E. Guillermo
9:53 pm. April 21, 2015
Once more, treading the boulevard of dreams
Only the sun's glint on the corroded surface gleams
Shangri La's gate no longer in the distance beams
Steamy, foggy haze around each mile marker streams
Grand plans, lofty designs are buried deep in impermeable seams
Over once solid foundation, thinly-veiled paper reams
But bleary-eyed traveler not only his final destination deems
Sullied road with visions of grandeur, hauteur challenges teems
Once strapping lad, gilded the horizon with fairy tail themes
As fantasizing teen, the world's bounty covetous eyes did esteem
Becoming young adult, with self-patented talents did scheme
Now in ripe old age, seeking only striding memories to redeem
Looking back, the shiny, smooth road no longer appealing seems
From the rough, re-finished surface, golden dreams no longer scream
What can be fairer and just then,
the beauty of your plush pink skin.
In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink
as does the moon,
over the tripping waves of the peaceful sea.
In sunlight, the light catches your skin
and flirts with my eyes,
as does the dew in the sunken meadows,
with the first kisses of the dawn
Now how do I describe your endless beauty!
It is innumerable as the petals that share your name
My heart bleeds for your love
as your veins pump the finest milk,
that radiates your beauty.
In all the splendor and glory of Queen Cleopatra,
were she to bath in your milk,
she would be immortally present.
Your fully thick and impermeable lips
plague my dreams
as my eternal spring of youth.
Your hair, the only breeze that soothes my delicate skin.
As seasonal as this love may seem,
it does endure the scorch of heat
and glacier of frost.
Oh! To rest upon your golden chalice.
No, this cannot be lust. I am certain.
This must be love, even if it feels inclined.
There is no other light but the bright
piercings of your smile upon my heart.
Your laughter is the sweet smell of the exotic gardens of Budapest,
the nectar of my own ears.
See how your petals have bloomed,
the light hits your petals like snowflakes.
Anger and I
We've seen the world together
Pulled each other out of predicaments
Big and bigger
And those trivial, solipsistic yet consuming
We've justified painful moments and inexplicable mistakes
Wrought with caked-on sobriety and confession
We've denied the passage of trusting souls
Through impermeable wastelands begging for harvest
We've crawled up and down slippery slopes
Whether we retained knowledge or not
Whether we knew the difference between the given nadir or zenith
And yet reveled at each arrival, crash-landing and all
We write and sing and bleat for each other
As the expressions of our inner beliefs ride the third rail
The resonant harmonies of destiny and desperation
Sketched by love gone right and wrong
Carved by Herculian notions that no one else can seem to bear or grasp
Leaving my friend and I
To arm-wrestle and embrace each other deep into eternity.
(12/25/11)