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The water like a rumpled sheet
Curled limpless at my feet
And then unrumpled on the sand
Cast its lassitude and moan
Audibly pulling slips of water above a golden knee
The sands' clean belly dissatisfied
Make naked now the barren eye.
I keeping here again and again
I know not truly why
Except its me, perhaps, since a child
To find my mother's knee pain
Or when my daily hunger returns again
Something like that
Since the waters separated me
And left me on the dry land where I drown
Here comes the tide that brings the milk
Here comes the breast against rock jagging teeth
The water dissolving us with each caress
Into elements of stone,
Into blood bleached by the sun's indifferent tongue
The rocks dissolving take so long
The tides gnaw there erect mass with soft wet lips
And against their body firm, rub and groan
Dissatisfied again, a perennial complaint
Some one left the toilet seat up again
Some one used this tree and did not flush
Some one dragged their feet across the rug
The world has such rumpled lazy view from here
This vasty womb, is fumbling and old
With all the debris dumped upon its ovaries
The unknown chemicals of contraception
Makes me glad that I was already born
Makes sad if I must endure alone.
She has been rooming strangers all her life
Muddy footed rivers, sorrow brimmed with tears, rain
Sulfured and jaundiced from asthmatic skies
There is a RED LIGHT
In a district where nothing fresh remains
Expect the spate of hysterectomies
And some Jack the Ripper with a knife
What if she was your wife, answer me
You dumb husband man to such a precious wife
What if you had to drink this milk salt as hell
Because this island is all you got?
O she keeps through seasons swell of womb
Or face fist pounded by the breeze
Her covenant of fruitfulness and replenishment
Like marks upon a sheet
Rocks that drain themselves in her crumble
And dissolve like a mortal heap
Fallen to her ankle upon a naked floor
I cannot penetrate too deep
We have a barrier more than skin
The ambiguity that is threshing mesh
That crinkles too our flesh.
Life is only a rumpled sheet, sweetheart
I love you moaning and lapping
The presence of my dusty feet.
The Alamosaurus, was the last of their kind
And the Baryonyx, in the water you'll find
Now there's Camelotia, from a historical site
One of the largest ever, Diplodicus - now there's a sight
Of Elaphrosaurus so nimble and fast
Fabrosaurus, five-fingered hands for the plants they grasped
Ostrich shaped Garudimius, the horned one
And the tree dwelling Hypsilophodon, though this has since been dis-proven
Iguanodon like our Iguana, possibly travelled in herds
The helmet-like crested Jaxartosarus, similar in today's birds
With spikes and plates, the Kentosaurus had more ribs than his mate
As big as T-Rex, you don't want to be on the Labocania's plate
In 1677 it came from the ground, this Megalosaurus was the first to be found
For Noasaurus in 19th Century England, scientists were no longer confound
Oviraptor the toothless one, but clawed hands - don't argue with me son
Then there's Pentaceratops the horny one, he certainly was not - to be outdone
Quaesitosaurus a sauropod cousin, shaped the same with whip like tails
The Rhoetosaurus of similar ilk, heavy on land - in the water our whales
Stegosaurus the plated one, these helped them from the burning sun
Big in size big in name, Titanosaurus - with speckled back the armoured one
The Utahraptors, the ones with the teeth, lacerate their prey - ready meat
From Jurassic Park grip your seat, Velociraptors you don't want to greet
Wonderful Wuerhosaurus, a spiky Stegosaur from the Cretaceous time
The Xiaosaurus of bipedal rhyme, these glorious beasts alive in their prime
It's England again, The Isle of Wight - Yaverlandia was found with bones so thick
Last of all the Zizhongosaurus, i have my favourite so take your pick
My youngest loved learning about Dinosaurs growing so i thought, why not.
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Angelica
curiously peering over a cloud
Angelica stepped a bit too far
wings fluttered and disappeared
stolen by jealous demons below
angel flying too close to the ground
leaving the harmony of heaven
sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
landing gracefully on soft soil
Angelica hears the bulldozers
weapons of environmental destruction
sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
curiosity beckons as water reflects her image
her lost wings still reflect in the pond
seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
even water lilies envy her beauty
captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
immersed in an image of herself
in God’s light all angels appear the same
bright beams to welcome new souls
fly again she will
bubbles of hope spring forth
Earthbound for but a brief time
cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian
halo of comfort surrounds
Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
sparkling water caresses warm lips
her kiss renews Earth’s freshness
other angels transparent in sunlight
bestow a new set of wings
mission accomplished, they escort her home
once again she revels in heaven’s light
For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire
Today I cleaned a clogged drain pipe.
It sounds nasty but not really.
This often happen in the country
where kitchen run off goes
to a French drain.
You cap the end and put
hot water in with a little clorox,
let it sit a while, then
drain the sludge.
So, I was in the process of
rinsing out the pipe after cleaning
and I had a small puddle of clean
water on the ground, and the
rinse water was to the left of that
because I had moved the pipe somewhat.
That is when I noticed the four earthworms.
What they were doing, I don’t know.
But, they were tied up in knots,
two by two, and really having a good time.
I could tell!!!
Just then more dirty water
began to flow out of the pipe.
One of the worms was somehow
attracted to what it thought was fresh water
and quick as a flash, in one quick move
untangled from the other worm.
Making a mad dash in the water’s direction,
and before even reaching it, stretched
out almost twice it’s length, the front half
rising off the ground
to put what I assume to be
equivalent to a mouth into the water.
In mid air, without even coming
to a complete stop it did a
one and a half gainer
with a full twist,
and was on its way back to whence it came.
It did NOT like that Clorox taste.
I never laughed so hard in my life.
The worm?
Last time I looked it was tied up in knots again
with you know who.
© Sep 14 2010 For Carols Story contest
Pallas brook was what we called that secret, hidden little stream,
We were very young boys living on and working the farm back then,
Grab some spare time, dig some worms and "go fishin" was the dream,
Get the poles in the hay barn, extra hooks and head for the bend.
We loved that sparkling branch canopy covered little brook,
About a mile down the wagon trail and then through the brush,
until you could hear the falls splashing was the trail we took.
My brothers and I crashed through the last in an excited rush!
Remember grabbing a wiggling worm from a dirt and leaf filled soup can,
hanging off our skinny waists from make shift baler twine belts,
Sucking the worm slime and blood from the rusty hook prick on my hand,
Spitting it out, "sterilized", never stopping in the excitement I felt.
Quickly dipping our lines in our favorite pools and fast water ripples,
Anticipating a bite, watching the water fall polishing it's precious stones,
Splashing out a fine mist wetting the moss clinging to it's rocky riffles,
Pools reflecting boys saving dreams and muse for their men now grown.
Between chores, school,and church, we never really fished all that much.
Memory fodder was what that special little brook made and we caught,
My brothers and I, on our short trips, fishing adventures and such.
Until we, then six children, moved to a new farm our parents bought.
SPEECHLESS
I shutter in awe of her divine shapely figure,
viewing the bounty of her striking beauty.
I feel so small when I take in her
heavenly visions with my wandering eyes.
As I gaze at her bulging mountain peaks
and her hollow caverns,
Mother Earth's fertility
renders me speechless.
What a gracious lady she's been to me,
sharing her tranquil pools of clear water
and her alluring water falls
any time that I wish to use them.
How generous she is to
the mass fleets of towering
vessels that set sail daily,
across her vast and mighty blue oceans,
that pound against her jagged,
rocky coastlines.
We search endlessly
through out the super novas
to other limitless galaxies,
that are trillions of light years away.
Yet no other planet hardly compares,
to our nobel and fair beauty queen,
Mother Earth.
Let us begin to embrace and cherish,
how lucky we are to spend
our days with such a unique gem.
An oddity in all reallms,
she hangs around in our Milky Way.
She's truly one of a kind,
a lady that's impossible to find
anywhere else in this universe.
She should leave us all
speechless...every day that we get to live
in the ample bosom of this rare beauty.
I wrote this for Earth Day. It was a calender write.
High up in the mountains where the air is fresh and cool
A bubbling spring flows down into a deep awaiting pool
It’s here the waters start upon their journey clear and long
Thus begins the melody of a wondrous nature song
You can watch the pooling water start on its slow cascade
It moves into a flowing stream that melting snow has made
A little further down the way if you should take a look
The stream joins with the waters of a gently flowing brook
Here the stream and brook combine to graciously deliver
Gifts of pure clean water to a clearly flowing river
The waters of the river move serene and calm at first
Allowing many animals to come and quench their thirst
The water quickly picks up speed as on its way it goes
And you can hear it start to sing as o’er the rocks it flows
The water swiftly flows out to a tall and rocky ledge
Turning into a wondrous sight while tumbling o’er the edge
A beautiful misty rainbow's formed by its falling flight
To see the dancing water is a most impressive sight
You can hear its soft sweet music as it tumbles right along
Singing a lovely chorus of the waters falling song
It always amazed me, have seen it several times before
The strange things that Mother Nature has in her bag of tricks
No voodoo or whoodoo, no fairy dust
But makes one wonder what is in store
Looks like cooper wire or just sticks
The end results are ones that you can trust
A young green tree limb that forks mid-way
Or a cooper wire forked will do the same
Walk and let the search begin
Hold the ends tight and see what the point has to say
It is almost like a game
If there is under ground water, the end will bend
They say that a person's electricity has a lot to do with this
It is the power source,like a magnet to where the H20 can be found
The magic wand will show you where it is at
The ones that can do this seldom miss
It will not make a sound
There has to be some of nature's magic in that
I have seen some witch shallow wells and some 500 feet deep
I think that it the amount of water below the ground, rather it be a river or stream
Like a man with a fishing pole
They can find water in a heap
Like in their sleep having a sweet dream
A water witch can tell you where to drill that hole
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Form:
Where did the water go, tell me where
The windows of heaven were open
Yesterday the rains fell in flood here
And the thunder shook all heaven
But where did the water go
O where did the water go?
Where did the water go through the sand
Where does it sit among melting rocks
Where does the wind take it from the land
For no boat floats higher from the docks
So where did the water go
O where did the water go?
Where did the water go, there's no cold
To make again the white cliffs of snow
The water is melting, shrinking the pole
The trees are dying, dying so slow
But where did the water go
O where did the water go?
Where did the water go, forests sigh
In the heat of the shriveling sun
Green house gasses seal tightly the sky
Deserts increase, and where shall we run
No place between sand and sea
The water rises from ice steadily
Where did the water go, tell me where
When Noah's flood was gone, and shall it
Again appear since there's a rainbow here
Shall I a steward make men destroy it
The green earth of my faith? O
Say, where did the water go?
Sloe,
and black as Gin
I am the slave
of the spated, sibilant river.
It is opaque and powerful,
panting wearily like a dog.
It waits
and implores me,
to drink the perfumed wet earth
from which its voice emits.
In gasps as muted as wisdom,
I grapple in grated tones
to quench the voices of ancestral hunger,
reciting the names of your Wiccan tale.
And, as of fire
eddies of heat and colour form
turbulent sweet taste,
imminent in their thermal latency,
dark in the discomfort of daytime.
For where there is light, there are shadows too.
In this chaos of burning,
I pray for the violence of weather,
Its elemental desire forms the essence of all memory.
Again and again, I inhale a thousand times
the smoky haze of change
against the image of charred water on charcoal.
I am burnt against the cool of evening,
the darkening sky,
and the beat of flaming water on stone.
It is a visceral vision.
I feel the age,
It is as old as the swans of coole,
as certain as the solitary song of Herbsttag,
as definite as the will of water.