Long Watercourse Poems
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based on words by PARIS-MAREE BOREHAM
At the river song in progress
She was walking on watercourse side
Upright I was just there I cry
Our aperture optic orbs spied
Each other's visual spear
oh! I come as a river song
As I stand here I come
The words of angels beloved I sing
Sing a river song
Come with me darling
Singing come, come along
come along
We see each other
Let's walk along edge of rivers edge cover
Where we stand on the edge
at a river song in progress
Come with me darling
Saying come come along
Come along
Start across standing on the rocks
We walk closer together we stop we talk
I must go I shall show
She's a beloved angel
Embracing and starstruck giddiness sturdy
I will go
I must go
I shall show
Show her my ways
It's time for me to embrace her
As we walk we talk on the land
alongside the Riverside
As we both whisper water I spy
By my side a woman
We bring together
We sing in harmony In progress at the River song
Just two persons in progress singing the river song
1/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & Paris-Maree Boreham ©2022
With His hand He measured the span of the universe
Of which planets, stars along with earth will immerse
Like river rock on any given great river's watercourse
Yet His hand holds me as a mother that newborn nurse
Comforting hand which He measured span of universe
Yet when I am sad, lonely, fearful comfort he will disburse
All my fear, collect my tears in the jar hold all my remorse
Sheltering me from the storms of life away from the concourse
Oh! Grand is the hand that measured the span of the universe
I can safely trust in His promise as He shelters and endorse
By writing my name down in the Book He's my only recourse
In His strong great hand fears truly disburse as comes the hearse
The beauty
Of
Namatjira
White haired
Bark painter's
Of fish
Wandjina
Feathered man
Full sunset
Corroboree
Pintubi
Dancers
In watercourse
Colours
Of hills
And rangers
Near Henbury
Or was it
Kings canyon
South
Alice springs
Dome like peaks
Of Olga's
Stark landscape
Barren
Barkly
Near Soudan
Where
Dust storms
A common hazard
The faces
Of William Richetts
In the Maelstrom
Those colours
Of time
And day
House Wife's
Bushman
Children of the
Banka, Banka
Old hats
Tin shacks
The Southern Cross
Spinning
Creaking
Just there
In the sky
A Rhyme
To its own time
Wonky
Old water tank
Those proud
Spearman
From
Emily Gap
A shared history
Not us
Them
Just the
Layers of life
Turned sideways
Like
Krichauff Rangers
Somewhere
Out west
Where Echidna
Thorny Devil
( my favourite )
Freshwater tortoises
Swimming
Crocs
Beauty
In birds
Of flowers
Palms
In valleys
Secrets
Of bushman
Ringers
Dreams
Of its people
And fading
Its
Fading
Memories
We are truly blessed with splendid scenery in this great nation,
Overwhelming our senses with awe and inspiration!
Visitors to such places may view them with a differing perception,
And the spectacular Grand Canyon is certainly no exception!
A preacher, for example, might fall upon his knees in exaltation,
Praising and glorifying The Lord for His magnificent Creation!
He'll be inspired to concoct a sermon for his languid congregation,
That'll bring them leaping from their pews in rousing exultation!
The artist no doubt will view it with a practiced eye and gush,
About the masterpiece he'll create with his paint and brush.
As he critically eyeballs the colorful vista so breathtaking,
He'll exclaim, "'Tis a marvelous canvas in the making!"
The contemplative poet will ponder the scene and then,
Create volumes of flowing verse from his prolific pen!
The musician becomes enthralled standing on that high plateau.
He hears a symphony as the waters flow in the watercourse below!
An old cowpoke marveled at the scene and scratched his brow,
Saying to no one in particular, "One helluva place to lose a cow!"
From the rocky coast of Maine to the San Diego Bay,
Ain't no two people gonna see things in exactly the same way!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
We bite the dust every morning,
spitting gray powder, like desperados.
Firebirds nosedive in forewarning,
perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes.
We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,
dragging all our shadows of remorse.
Finding no habitat for our wheezing lungs,
we long for the rain’s fecund watercourse.
We find Death Valley spreading like a contagion,
and dodge parched patches, bruised and baked by sol.
So delirious our meandering, we know not our region,
our infernal night camps reek of cinder and wood coal.
We chant, not knowing the meaning of an arcane lyric,
unsure how to summon the recondite eidolon of Seth.
As city shells smolder, all chronic hearts await some mantic.
Surely hell will freeze over, so we wait with bated breath.
Water takes any and many shapes,
in a glass, bowl, pot, vase, tub, sink,
swimming pool. Fruits such as grapes,
plums, melons, left they dry and shrink.
Your body is made up to sixty percent
of water. Water is transparent, tasteless,
odorless, the matter of seventy-one percent
of which the earth is made. Water, made into
steam, water vapor, and begins to fade.
It comes in the form of rain, fog,
its solid-state ice and snow.
A natural flowing watercourse on land,
usually freshwater river. Flowing towards
an ocean, sea, lake or another river.
In some cases, a river flows into the ground
and becomes dry at the end of its course.
6/23/2021
We are truly blessed with splendid scenery in this great nation,
Overwhelmin' our senses with awe and inspiration!
Visitors to such places may view them with differin' perception,
And the spectacular Grand Canyon is certainly no exception!
A preacher, for example, might fall upon his knees in exaltation,
Praisin' and glorifyin' The Lord for His magnificent Creation!
He'll be inspired to concoct a sermon for his languid congregation,
That'll bring them leapin' from their pews in rousin' exultation!
The artist, no doubt, will view it with a practiced eye and gush,
About the masterpiece he'll create with his paint and brush .
As he critically eyeballs the colorful vista so breathtakin',
He'll exclaim, "Tis a marvelous canvas in the makin'!"
The contemplative poet will ponder the scene and then,
Create volumes of flowin' verse from his prolific pen!
The musician becomes emotional standin' on the high plateau,
Hearin' a symphony as the waters flow on the watercourse below!
An old cowpoke might marvel at the scene and scratch his brow,
Sayin' to no one in particular, "One helluva place to lose a cow!"
From the rocky coast of Maine to the San Diego Bay,
Ain't no two people gonna see things in the very same way!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for PD's "7 Wonders of the Ancient or New World"
ESCAPE PLAN
the sea, red,
shook.
the Lord’s mighty binoculars
he spies out the escape
(God always has a plan)
the waters tossing and turning
(as if in fitful sleep)
the waters were afraid
knowing the power
of the Almighty
twisting, convulsing
clouds emptied out buckets
the skies like clashing cymbals
angels REsounding, reSOunding, resouNDding
waterfalls and cymbals clashing
(God shows up, shows out BIG)
zigzag of arrows, flashing,
dashing,
back and forth
in power and majesty
like a mighty hunter at his height of attack
thunder and twister enhanced
lightning illuminates its lyrics
the conductor orchestrates
the sides of the earth,
its depths quake,
wiping sleep from its eyes
surmising attack
the soil recognizes its Creator
rises from its knees
vibrates at the sound of His voice
obeys
“Yes, Lord”
trembling in fear
quaking in awe
the Great Shepherd leads His people
through the dry watercourse
(by the hands of Moses and Aaron)
mighty waters cling to the banks
left and right of God’s people
the Lord leads the way
without footprints
(the same One who walks on water)
the Egyptian army cannot see
this Shepherd’s path
a seething grave
baubles of chariots
horses wrestling the strong arm of God
at long last the waters are fed
as the Lord promised
12/15/2017
Reference Psalm 77:16-20 (Bible)
The pasture smiled and gave its blessing nearby the sacred gentle river
Solemn sun sent tender rays through the moisture of dispersing clouds
Shadows of dawn had turned into a clement plethora of infinite shades
A bristlecone pine oozed sap and nourished bundles of evergreen need
Moss kindled seeds of adventure as it reflected surreptitious secrets
The spring was far away in the passing of time place and direction
Clandestine water was calm as it carried its cargo back to the Source
Dew paid due respect as it cradled condensation into prism of thought
‘You cannot jump into the same watercourse twice’ Jordan pondered
How to cross to the other side with no imminent island no stepping stone
Bridging the gap between memories anticipation and untold conclusion
‘Retreat to the interlude of passage but do not suspend the journey'
Only a fool waits for the cascades of being to abate before travelling
By now the full moon cast ivory spells to harvest crops of uncertain salvation
A coyote howled in the distance but Jordan proceeded sheltered by Earth
He left the glimmering camp fire garnered momentum and passion
Plied caution into courage forged resilience and audacious determination
Asked for lunar guidance put faith into dreams let go of the past and floated
06th March 2019