Water Number Poems

Too much juice makes you loose as a goose
easy on the juice.
Drink too much tea and you gotta pee
easy on the tea.
Lots of water and...

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The power keeps flickering.
Don’t mean to be bickering;
Just glad that it keeps coming back.
True, the clocks keep resetting,
But what’s far more upsetting:
When a pump room...

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The canal is lined with anxious people, both young and old.
Sitting, standing and laying on blankets.
Everyone has put their bet in. It's just a matter...

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MADD mothers were doing just fine
Until Jesus made water wine
After a wedding
Wine smooths the bedding
Whilst organs arouse the divine...

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Kites still left hanging upon the winds oh, yes, the generous enchantment, the ever-innocent simplicity. 

Warning us and swirling around and whooshing about amid the...

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Stand awed with spirit, soul, and body--- pause.
Physical, chemical, and biological laws
obey God's commands, the trees with applause.

The Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost
bear...

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the number falling before three and preceding five
sacred in my culture to ground us to the nature of all things
the time of life when 'being'...

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I lay my eggs in water.
              I criticize my daughter.
  ...

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My Darling,
My Love,
My Everything,
This is Number One Hundred. 
I told you that I’d reach it, and I have.
This will be a long one,
But I hope...

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When I was the age of three,
I carried a feather, and flew with the birds,
I carried a shell, and was fluid like the sea,
And out...

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… As the wind blows every branches of the trees 
With its leaves drop down in the ground 
That decays in time.

... As the seasons...

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The timing of the setting sun
Rhymed with a union meant to be
In glowing skies, the wait is done
Released by a kiss to be free

Like the...

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sounds of living water
winter's mute snow moths
spring into thunderstorms

NOTE: There is some flexibility with the 5,7,5 syllable rule. This haiku used 6,5,6 syllables. Thanks for...

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“MAGDALENA #2”


as I walk the dry grasses in search of life, 
Hell’s hands pull me under.
as I pass the empty roads of dejection,
Hell laughs as...

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riding out the storm on my last limb
dragging along my feet in a half-swim
looking at all the fish, throwing all back
feeling out the weather where...

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