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Water is uniquely ancient, yet it hasn’t aged a day.
It’s older than Dr. Leakey’s bones.
Older than Olduvai Gorge.
Water is older than life itself,
Unaltered by evolution’s chaotic ebb and flow.
Undiminished, though redistributed,
Surviving every mass extinction,
While continually redeeming itself through the sacred trinity
Of evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. STOP!
All the water that exists today is all the water ever was,
Lapped at by pterodactyls and mastodons.
Slurped down. Pissed out.
Recycled over countless generations,
And though polluted, can ever be made clean,
Giving blood, and sweat, and tears
Their most obvious property:
An aqueous disposition at room temperature. STOP!
Water raining down. Water drying up.
Raining down. Drying up.
I naively let it fill my cup,
Conformed to the shape of my emptiness,
Because that’s the American way.
All or nothing at all. Love it or leave it alone. STOP!
Now I’m a wallflower every social hour,
Where cup half full and cup half empty
Cut the rug like Fred and Ginger. STOP!
My cup is full, but my dance card’s empty.
There’s no one here to even tempt me.
Billy Idol sang a song about that issue. STOP!
Hard water. Rock hard.
Hey, Culligan man! STOP!
AND WE HAVE A WINNER!
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.
Every civilization has depended on water,
our Earth without it would be another moon;
blue oceans secure this nation from invasions,
but also cause destructive storms and death.
There's no other planet like ours, its waters
invigorate plant life, seasons renew themselves;
who would live in an arid desert exposed to wind
with no precipitation, only sun? Who would survive?
Permeable roads allow water to easily flow
and not saturate the ground during storms,
watch it dripping from the rooftops and trees,
even the grass benefits from it, it stays green.
We need water in our bodies to prevent hydration,
the more we drink it, the healthier we are indeed.
Crystallization occurs in winter when snow turns
into ice; even lakes freeze, rivers stay in liquid form,
so do oceans and seas for us to watch in wonder.
Every drop of water counts, it is a requisite to sustain all life
there's a vast shortage; droughts are caused by scarce
rainfalls, thousands will perish...others are forced to abandon
their lands. Can flowers, grass and trees grow in dry soil?
A land without water offers nothing, it's another wasteland.
Some of us are very lucky to live in prosperous countries,
it's a challenge when droughts hit, have compassion and help.
water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife
whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub
lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
Forced to visit all my fear -
In pursuit of inspiration.
But through collection all I hear -
Is I'm not long for aspiration.
Through careful words and softened voice -
I could reduce evaporation.
But do I trust subconscious choice -
With all my liberation?
That argument could give me face -
To point that accusation.
If it flees I'll have to chase -
And risk dissociation.
In looking for some clarity -
I could brave that isolation,
Gamble with fate for sanity -
And a chance at satiation.
Though with these words I must confess -
It's hardly a vacation.
I'm spawning thoughts that can't digress -
Months after observation.
In the end my mind will flood -
These words are precipitation.
My hope is it can wash the blood -
From my mental amputation.
Is it
simply a case of precipitation,
moist warm air condensation
or are they God’s tears showering us with love,
as rain washes away our sorrows,
in the hope of brighter tomorrows.
Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun
with murky dull clouds lingering.
A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves
slither and slide under our feet.
A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously
with no concern for those they disturb.
Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose,
whilst school children splatter in puddles,
laughing and giggling in sheer delight.
The rain is never cold when one is young.
Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously
their passengers are safe as
windscreen wipers clear their way.
Stores are lit with commercialised displays
as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits.
In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits.
Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate.
High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures.
A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind,
leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf.
Lost within the season of change and contemplation,
one thing will never change though –
the October rain.
The Silent One
originally written 29 October 2015
re-posted 18 October 2017
Fog is a folded shadow cast on a concrete wall
Dim lights fall to the dirty pavement drains
As rain sweeps up around the gutter rims
Along the open cracks a mist fills in
In currents rippled, diamond tumbled days
To the streets as steaming sheets of white
Streams gather into water falls they carry off
Thin channels form umbrella shadows black
Mimic life, silhouette solid images of passers-by
In puddles muddied at a time designated by the weather
Prevailing conditions as predicted become a ripple
A wrinkle as a shield deploys
Informed by such knowledge born before the storm
Precipitation bounces over plastic sheets of linen
Stretched to their limits, thoughts, images
Roll over a framework of skeletal remains
Metal on plastic for their protection
Dancing down about their feet are rubber boots
Fog creates a film, a mist, a cloud on glass
A gestured finger, invisibly smooth to its touch
Rolls over wet forget-me-nots as surface tension
Prints a name remembered only by the window
Separates smoke from mirror
In a single stroke it disappears
Imagine that
Tributaries run randomly, continue to the river
Streams rush with white, clear as diamonds bright
The sun is blotted out by gray meanderings
Gathered false images shimmer in the mud
As they become the puddles
Rain separates, splits into currents
Channels water falls into the ocean
Cascading over umbrellas folded up
And over linen as is there luck
Streets receive so much information
Feet still get wet beneath umbrellas progress
Before the flood comes in to drown the innocent
I am exhausted in sweltering heat
She offers me her fragrance
Two whole glassfuls of lemon water
Laced with honey
Instant hydration of my body
Invigorates me significantly
In return I offer to moisten her soul
But she is too impermeable to water from my glass
Anchored in absolute self control
Or else I lacked enough dews on the grass
Inside her fridge
Needle like water crystals glisten
Slow crystallization
White pearls of expectation
For a distraction she turns her eyes
To a dense mound of cloud in the sky
Where water waits to be released as rain
A precipitation in making
Waiting for the requisite temperature and pressure
To get down as raindrops
Upon the lovely mountain top
Similar droplets at her window
Nicely held though …
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April 11, 2016
For the Poetry Contest : Elements Part 3 : Water
Hosted by : Brian Davey
STILL I RISE
Still I rise, shaming the daunting eyes.
Still I rise, despite the convincing lies.
Still I rise, though with me, they cut ties
Still I rise, inasmuch as I let out sighs,
Still I rise, if you like ignore my cries,
Shoot me with your words; still I rise,
Smooth with the arrow of your eyes, still I rise,
Ostracize me from societal minds,
I'll drop low, but ends up with the prize.
Even though you cast me like a dice,
Scattered on the street of experience,
Still I rise, and rise, and rise.
Just like the watered garri, Still I rise,
E go swell, just like dem tell, still I go rise;
Like the waters in evaporation, I rise
Tho you jettison my words of affirmation,
Though witnessed my little evaporation,
Mock and ignore my cloud formation,
Flabbergasted by my precipitation,
Observe keenly or monitor my location
And then again, witnessed my evaporation,
Still, I rise, until I complete my life's mission.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 2023.
Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky
Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears
In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins
Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise
Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause
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4/4/16 Originally For "Elements Part #3 Water
Sponsor Laura Loo, for Any poem written on April 4th/ 2016