Long Water Poems
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As i look from the shore
An incredible sight
A wave so long
Off tremendous height
Two vessels,
A ship, and a boat
While the ship sinks
The boat floats
Soon to be engulfed
By this awesome wave
With a mass like this
No one will be saved
For in the clouds
Warriors and sailors look down
To share their terror
Witnessing their drown
Time passes
Watery theatre calms
As hours before
Water masses slammed
Our powerful oceans
And formidable seas
Engulf more souls
Ignoring their pleas
To drift and decay
Roaming and beached
The might of our water mass
Will never be preached
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Be a soulmate of pure soul :
If I could,I would catch shooting stars right from the Heavens so that you could gaze upon them every day,
I would make a bouquet of hundred dandelion heads so that you may have a thousand wishes,
I would spin gold and moon light to give you starry wings,
I would gather wild flowers from a meadow to make you dainty crowns,
I would ask the the wind to whisper my love until the day it blew to you,
I would make the world stop spinning just so that you could watch the sunset for one moment longer.
I would Ask the sea to try to match the colour of your eyes,so that you may look upon the water and smile and laugh.
I would offer a fast for your longer life so that you may live long with me at the end of my last breath.
I would tell the whole world to draw me a map so that I could find my way back to you.
So may be one day when you hear what the wind has murmured,you will look upon your wings and see your flower crown,and you will find your way back to me.
So that may be one day I can hold you in my arms and whisper what the winds could not tell you and feel your heart beat,and love you with full surety about you that’s you are mine.
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Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Cascading Waterfall invites one, all
No stagnant cistern water here contain
Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Healing, refreshes, comforts gives life gain
If one will accept it, their spirit not stall
Living Waters flow from the high mountain
Cascading Waterfall invites one, all
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
(Lion)
I imagine myself as a king
With the gall to face anything
Yes it's true, there's no denyin
That I am the cowardly lion
But the element of surprise I will bring!
(Scarecrow)
I can't scare a crow or fasten a boot
But I can reveal every square route
I've no face for poker
I am quite the joker
Without wicked witches life's a hoot!
(Tin Man)
I'm canny. Well, I am made of tin.
I'm all heart. I am without sin.
With each delight
My soul takes flight.
I soar and I always grin.
(Dorothy)
I'm glad that the witch thinks me pretty.
There's more to me! I am witty.
With To-To in tow
I go where I go
And carefree, I sing my little ditty.
(To-To)
With a growl and a woof
With a huff and a puff
A bark and a bite
You'll see that I might
Turn out to be tough!
(The Wicked Witch)
I'll get you my pretty, you'll see
It's a mistake to fool with me!
Just stay clear of water
Or I'll do what I ought'a
Before you learn it frightens me.
(The Wizard Of Oz)
The great and powerful Oz I'm not.
There isn't anything I have got
That makes me superior.
In fact, I'm inferior.
For behind this fascade I hid a lot.
"Piscator non solum piscatur"
("There is more to fishing than fish.)"
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Brown trout anglers catch few fishes
and almost always let them go
barbless hooks make more for wishes
then creels full to dazzle
children’s eyes.
Brown trout anglers tell tales distilled
of truth, of rises that didn’t take and
fish as long as your arm that always
get away.
They reminisce over glimpses of otters,
mink, beavers, muskrat and deer.
pileated woodpeckers, wild turkey
snapping turtles, frogs and snakes
orchids, iris and skunk cabbage
mosquitoes, blackflies and nettles.
And if you define a river by its banks
and not its water, then it remains the
same waiting for next year.
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The sounds of nature
As I walk ever so softly, on the brightly fallen snow, I hold my breath to feel the suns glow, I look up to see an eagle soaring through the cloud draped sky, Oh how I wish I could soar through the sky so free, how peaceful that would be.
The sun is lowering behind a bare tree so brightly, I love the glow, it shows God's light, to be in the midst of Nature's embrace, so tightly, to hear the sound of the cold winter breeze, I shiver so slightly as I feel the cold winter breeze.
The different sounds that our Mother nature provides, I'm certain have touched many children's lives, may it bring joy, love, peace, such as the sound of of water trickling from a fresh water pond, seeing newly hatched tadpoles swimming about, is sure to delight my daughter no doubt.
As I sit amongst these wonders, I can't help but breathe in and exhale my burdens, my worries, my burdens, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, I feel my healing tears falling down my face, they fall down freely to the creek below, I begin to smile, for I have been made whole again, by our Never ending Mother Nature's Beauty once again..
In a highland glen through a forest of green
For years untouched it has to be seen
Giant ferns from the prehistoric age
In this place where i walk is natures stage
Clearings so lush, breath taking sights
A break of a twig as pheasants take flight
Up ahead i hear the most delightful of roars
Like a magnet so strong, draws me to explore
A spray mist, drifts through the air
As enchanted singing, lures me to there
A rocky outcrop i reach, beside waters of blue
The song being sung, notes so true
In the crisp clear waterfall, bathes a maiden so blond
I watch the waters caress her, in delightful fond
Curvaceous and slim as the cold affects
Her body ripples to the cascading effect
Through the clear her hands glide in motion
Like the gracing waves on a tranquil ocean
A symphony, of mother natures sounds
Accompany her song in this wonderful surround
Who is this maiden that i view here
In this wonderful glen, on this amazing sphere
Bathing in water that gives so much to my lands
As i wish the fluid of clear, were my hands
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“For he shatters the doors of bronze and cuts in two the bars of iron.” — Psalm 107:16
The foundry's quiet as a catacomb as I open up doors alone,
the furnace quiet in the back, molding cars still on their tracks.
Products of our previous toil, blood sweat, tears, and maybe oil.
Walking through a habit learned, do not touch lest one get burned.
Footsteps echo on the grates; I pass behind the tank of hate.
The lake of fire all contained, bound by steel and God's domain.
The water runs both day and night, keeping hell inside its shell,
for if the raging beast escapes, the iron bends. And the concrete breaks.
Stifling heat caress my lungs, within the path of grit,
it takes my breath and begs my soul—submit.
As I make my way into the yard, stumble on some steely shards,
skids and forklifts standing by; they look at me and ask me why?
The heavy doors announce a groan, the peace of man who walks alone.
The lights ignite the blackened pits, of auto cast and rust and grit.
And in the back, the beast awaits, the men of iron beyond the gates.
Sit back on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
a beautiful painting or picture that left you in awe
When music sifted through your ears
and your spirit did lift
or it touched your heart and down poured the tears
Think of a fragrance of your favorite perfume to smell
bringing pleasant aromas for your mind to dwell
Let your mouth water as you picture your favorite meal
Remember a blanket's silky softness comforting feel
Unique people develop these creations
from many continents and nations
From whence comes that little spark
that motivates humans to produce art
Whether it be painting, poetry, jokes, or books
gardening, fragrances, music, or cooks
dancing, teaching, pottery, fixing things or more
From whence is the source of our inspiring core
Sit on your porch, let your mind drift
to a moment your eyes saw
A beautiful sunset, or moonlight that left you in awe
The sound of birds chirping sifted through your ears
soft cooing of a baby touched your heart, down came some tears
Think of the smell of a fragrant flower tree
or the sweet juice of fruit or the many flavors of tea
Remember the softness of the wind
how it felt gently blowing on your skin
The feel of a kitten's fur or the sharp edges of a fish fin
The core of our inspiration is a gift from God I believe
God the greatest artist made us in His image, you and me
He takes the dust of the earth and brings it to life
Creating beauty that eases minds and heals strife
No wonder at times arises a little spark
to give back our gift, message, prayer through our art
A means to commune with people of all kinds
Melting the barrier between our hearts and minds
Just as the potter can remake pots that break
God can rekindle that spark in our core for our art to create
If we can inspire one smile or touch a hurting heart
feed a hungry soul, our gift has done a part