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Everything was green and lush as I walked the hiking path,
little did I know that soon I would be hopelessly lost and
entangled by the forest with foliage impermeable. I walked
miles. Soon I was weary and so thirsty, I knew it was a requisite,
even perhaps death, I needed water soon or die. Suddenly a
needed precipitation, a sweet drizzle of cold rain falling on me from
twisted branches above in the tree canopy. I cupped my hands and drank.
Stillness surrounded me, not even the birds sang, all was quiet.
Pausing, I then heard the sound of water in the distance calling to me,
and I started to walk in that direction, energized by the thought of the coolness,
running through the thorns and decaying fauna, stopping and starting,
twisting and turning. I stood there panting listening and still hearing water.
Then I rested on the decomposing forest floor and fell asleep and dreamt . . .
How did I get to this lovely place of waterfalls and brilliant foliage and a
river of icy blue flowing into a lagoon with flowers blooming and trees so green.
Every perfect thing you could image was before me. I plunged into the lagoon,
exhilarated. How I needed the hydration and I drank to invigorate myself.
Wonderful sprays of serenity held me and I never wanted to leave,
and under the moon I swam and dived in the emerald blue iciness, but
then, I awoke and knew I was not of this realm anymore. I was to be
eternally part of the icy blue, a water fairy dwelling in a beautiful lagoon,
reality gone, now I am the crystallization of water, a sweet hazy reverie.
From my watery grave, I whisper to you in dreams, come my lovely, come
and join me in the misty blue, oh it is magical where I dwell in water deep.
In my realm all is tranquil and peaceful and we can float free and calm,
rest your soul in my crispness all the night, come my lovely, come. I promise,
you can leave when you wish- or perhaps you will stay with me in the icy blue.
_______________________________
April 1, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Elements Part Three- Water Fairy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-773-743-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Elements Part 3: Water
sponsor, Brian Davey
First Place
I don't fathom how love could ever hurt.
ECHO - Exert
What is simple in this lysergic exosphere?
ECHO - Fear
Can I be mentally ill or as vicious as an eel?
ECHO - Genteel
Why man is cursed by his fellow man
ECHO - Clan
Can I find solace in profound emptiness?
ECHO - Unfriendliness
what is this mysterious precipitation?
ECHO - Nation
Do you live where noise can be heard?
ECHO - Misheard
Can you silently pull from the cloud?
ECHO - Loud
What is the right of the powerful?
ECHO - Fearful
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: January 07, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1167 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
ECHO VERSE: Echo verse has a pretty simple rule: Repeat the end syllable(s) of each line. No other rules.
How refreshing to experience
a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
and humid warm front
unleashes a very short sweaty tether.
Man hat tin dar overcast skies
hint potential rain on the way
perchance avast dastardly
flickr ring instagram
kickstarter linkedin shutterfly
Taurus headed soundcloud
skidding across celestial
(span hushed) rink
surprising forecasters by yowl
ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay
training (laser like),
Asian outsize dark cloud
climatological frontispiece
randomly making next stop Old
Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village
zero wing in on
Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay
neighborhood possibly confidently
foretold by meteorologists today
pointing at map showing
cold air mass as it doth sashay
July twenty first 2018, though
Mother Nature defies pre
diction pulling out all (busted) stops,
vis a vis via "her" quay
zee bag of tricks nay
saying trained forecasters klan
hush all self importance
also to humble those mere mortals
getting paid a handsome buck
by anthropomorphizing viz cluck
king in tandem with duck
billed Baritone Horn
Trumpeting "FAKE" luck
trotting out obstreperous
Sunny Rays, who doth beam
with radiance a
diametrically opposed extreme
over zealous call for precipitation
instead raining one after another quanta
bright blinding meme
outsmarting the seem
ming airtight (cat in the bag)
prediction leaving once supreme
vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters
left holding the empty bag
large enough tuff fit the whole team.
Precipitation continuously falls
Nary dry spot upon all the walls
Stuck inside in the dark gloom
The gramineae's glume
Untouched though.
Tombs'
Far below
Vaults deep in earth's womb
Caskets drenched may flow in flumes
Nothing can stop the rainfall or stalls
Precipitation continuously falls
Contest: Writing Challenge-Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance
Written: 01-22-2023
Matthew 23:27-28
New International Version
27 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.
Spring cleansing of nature's landscape
is a pleasurable chore for April rains.
Gentle precipitation prepares the ground
for flora sprouting in the wild or garden beds
Budding trees clothe their nakedness
and honeybees begin leaving their hives
Cocoons are revealing brilliant butterflies and
song birds return, singing to greet each dawn
Sunlight shines upon the rejuvenating Earth
April's warm breezes spread ripe seeds over
meadows, hills, and on verdant valley floors
so colorful blossoms will rise on sturdy stems
Winter's ice is melting to feed rivers and creeks
Waterfalls are eager to help with steady flow
The world awakens to Mother Nature's beauty
as she urges dormancy to emerge and grow
There's a feeling of hope, the revival of faith
when everything around us is gloriously renewed
Chicks are hatching, births give us reasons to smile
How invigorating is the fourth month of each year
Thank you, April, for replenishing the splendor
lost when months of chilling cold rushed in
and to the mercy of God, who lovingly offers
the gift of April, bringing happiness to everyone
April 11, 2021
April Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
It started with a harrowing wind,
The leafy trees could attest.
Then appeared a streak of light,
And a rumble was its guest.
My anticipation of the precipitation,
Was heightened with every jolt,
Until the flashing sound became a rip-roaring thunderbolt.
When this sensory spectacular moved on,
There came a calmness before the storm.
It seemed like an eternity,
Before the rain began to drop,
I felt serenity, a rhythmic cadence,
I hoped would never stop.
So now I escaped into a tranquil night’s sleep,
And thanked the Lord,
That the clouds will no longer weep.
Brenda Chiri
Contest Name Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound
I came and sat down beside you
Watched you decide what you would do
I met your family
I adored the way you got lost in insanity
I am who you think I am
I'm the answer to that simple question
Even more I lost a tear at my hearts suggestion
I touched the tip of your nose
Saw for myself every nightmare you opposed
I've seen the places that no human goes
I am exactly what you think I am
As I knelt down
From my very lungs escaped a whisper
No fog, no cold air, simply no one around
My soul was not tortured, Just imbearable
It seemed everything but time was shareable
I am more than you think I am
I was there the day your child was born
I smiled as the umbilical cord was torn
I saw new hope in her eyes
And even I cried
As I felt precipitation from the skies
Said gently, I'm sorry for the agony you've absorbed
Never knowing I was pushing a cart in the morgue
So little affection
Sinners soul plagued with perfection
I apologized once more
But it seems you have fallen in love with death
Are you still my friend
I am here for your final breath
Earth Element of Water
The foremost need for earthly water is hydration;
without its properties, there is no cell creation.
Good cultivation of our crops needs irrigation.
All life craves water to survive, a requisite;
we are part water, need supply beyond a perquisite.
No matter what we do...a huge prerequisite.
It comes and goes, recycled by precipitation,
brought on by its evaporation, condensation;
this cycling is a gift of nature's circulation.
Absorbed by all except those rocks, impermeable,
our water hydrates soil, refills our water table;
keeps our aquatic life in water bodies stable.
For arid deserts, monsoon rains invigorate
green grass and refill ponds where wildlife migrate
to feed and hydrate, strengthen bodies, procreate.
Symmetrical snowflakes, formed by crystallization,
like floating angels, stir great vivification -
one-of-a-kind designs cause mystification.
Of earth's four basic elements, it is one-quarter,
and there would be no life without our precious water;
we have our mother earth...and water is her daughter.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Elements Part 3: Water
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 04/17/2016
Required words used in order of appearance:
hydration, requisite, precipitation, impermeable, invigorate, crystallization
An alternate track is via Illinois River (from
Chicago), to Mississippi, up the Ohio, and then
through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes
and canals), to Mobile Bay and the Gulf.
Commercial tug-and-barge traffic on these waterways is heavy.
Pleasure boats can also enter or exit Great Lakes
by way of the Erie Canal and Hudson River in New York.
The Erie Canal connects to Great Lakes at
east end of Lake Erie (at Buffalo, New York) and
south side of Lake Ontario (at Oswego, New York).
Statistics:
The Great Lakes contain 21% of the world’s fresh surface water:
5,472 cubic miles (22,810 km3), or 6.0×1015 U.S.
gallons (2.3×1016 liters). This is enough water
to cover the 48 contiguous U.S. states to a uniform depth
of 9.5 feet (2.9 m).
Although the lakes contain
a large percentage of world's fresh water,
the Great Lakes supply only a small portion of
U.S. drinking water on a national basis (roughly 4.2%).
Winter 2009–10 was somewhat mild, the precipitation
was below normal for Great Lakes Basin.
Mean lake levels are thought to be slightly below or
at their levels of 2009. An ice jam in February 2010
dropped the level in Lake St. Clair. Since jelly roll more 'in jam
was removed the level has come back to its average.
As of March 2010, the lakes were at the level, or slightly
below, where they were in March 2009.
The combined surface area of the lakes is approximately
94,250 square miles (244,100 km2)—nearly
the same size as the United Kingdom, and larger
than U.S. states of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut,
Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, and New
Hampshire combined.The Great Lakes coast measures
approximately 10,500 miles (16,900 km);
however, the length of a coastline is impossible to measure
exactly and is not a well-defined.
I would help the air by blowing smoke
into outer space.
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.
Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain,
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.
Oooooh!
I would open the clouds just like they were a tap,
with a wave of my hands, stop drought
with a thunderous clap,
cause a streak of lightning just because I can.
I would make the water the purest, the tastiest,
I would take hydration to the maximus!
Nothing but the best for us, for the food
we harvest into healthy snacks.
The Arctic needs more cold
to keep the temperature well below.
Zero would be the problems when my frosty breath
takes hold.
I would use my lungs, my will, my color changing lips, to solidify the icebergs, fortify their length and width.
It is my pleasure, my treasuring,
just the nature of things, taking their course,
the power coursing through my veins
of course from love's mysterious source.
It would be like a tornado on the tundra.
Science meeting alchemy,
like liquid nitrogen caught in a breeze.
Where responsibility meets a good deed,
and nature meets with sorcery, haha indeed!
From Antarctica to the Arctic Sea,
I would do a solid for the life that thrives
on the world's icy shelf.
As far as the eye could see,
people will see me not just thinking of myself.
Even though I wouldn't mind an icee, or a slurpee,
or a magic elf.....a stereo, surround soun.....
ahem, sorry about that..
I would clear the old growth forests
with the back of my hand,
chopping like a kung fu master,
the bark, stump, branch, the whole botanical span,
and i'd pick up the trash just scattered about
and i'd put that sh...put it in a can.
I could take away the fuel
for an out of control blaze,
and give it to the elderly
for warmth on cold winter nights
and cold winter days.
It would also ensure to the animals
a lifelong place they can run and jump
and also graze.
But no cruising please,
it would be weird to run animal's vehicle plates.
I'm just sayin'.