one raindrop quenches deserts thirst
Lemon Lime soda a drink divine
pure and clear lemon and lime
Bubbly sweet with liquid clean
for a refreshing soda taste supreme
Needs no coloring just a little ice
parched on a hot day it taste nice
Quenches your thirst can drink two
sharing one for me the other for you
7 Up is great but prefer Sprite
either one lemon lime delight
Other brands good but the big two
7 Up and Sprite soda trusted true
So for celebrations of any kind
be sure to enjoy a soda of lemon lime.
(Trophy Winner for the poetry duel contest - Haiku Flower. Judged 7/21/26)
red rose petals drip
as the morning dew quenches ~
gracefully bedewed
Water that is cold
Is so refreshing
Water from the tap
Is so refreshing
Add some ice cubes
The water is cold
On a humid day
Adding lemon juice
Then add some ice
To the cold water
Makes a nice cool drink
Stir in some ice tea
Makes a lovely drink
Or lime in water
Enjoy ice water
Just the way it is
It will quenches the thirst
Cold water anywhere
Will quench the thirst
Drinking cold water is good
Good for the body
Date: 11.02.2026
Spring's first dew glitters glasslike on grass
Vermilion sunrays glow through the mirror beads
A rouge rose bud blooms - renewed hope
Magical morning - dewy ladybug quenches her thirst
This soul of mine is tied up
Writing poetry wakes it up
As my soul wakes, it is slowly released
Water of my cup of poetry has never decreased
It quenches the thirst of a will that was deceased
I see myself writing poems with ink and a feather
A trace of ancient ambience like the weather
Up in a room that is candlelit
I got my poetry kit.
Just the night and I alone
Without the distraction of a phone.
Sweet cup of poetry fill my soul,
Warm me up like heated coal.
If you want to last without lust, fast—
Break the hunger of the flesh by choosing what will last.
When the body shouts loud and the soul feels weak,
Silence the cravings by strengthening the meek.
Lust is a fire that feeds on desire,
It grows on neglect and burns ever higher.
But fasting is water that quenches the flame,
It humbles the heart and reorders the frame.
When the eyes start wandering, longing to roam,
Call your spirit to the altar and bring your heart home.
For battles of purity are not won in the night,
They are forged in the daytime by walking in light.
Fast from the screens that poison the mind,
Fast from the voices that tempt and remind,
Fast from the idols that promise delight,
Then feed on the Word that gives strength to fight.
Fast until hunger bows low to your King,
Fast until your spirit learns how to sing,
Fast until holiness becomes your desire,
And purity burns like a sanctified fire.
For lust is defeated when Christ is embraced,
When flesh is denied and the heart is retraced.
If you want to last without lust, fast—
Choose what is eternal, hold firm, stand fast.
I often look upon the rain with wonder and amazement of all the power it does hold
Wich leads me to ponder the meaning of it all
The rain brings forth life and nutures the ground it quenches your thirst
It drowns out sorrows and washes away the past it makes things pure again just like in the days of Noah
Its tear drops from heaven Gods tear drops that rains down upon us as he cries out for his people and to his people
So where do you stand with these tear drops in your hand
How I hate it when they call me a clown,
Yet I can't help but make people laugh.
It comes unbidden, needing no invitation —
As though a trove of jokes is placed in my throat.
Often I try to bridle my face and talk tough,
But when a flume of gloom drowns spirits deep down,
Then my sense of humour becomes their salvation —
A spring of joy that quenches sorrow’s drought.
Time has taught me that humour holds a balm ~
It lifts the weight boredom lays on minds.
It brightens paths in life's dark forlorn mines,
And lifts me too, when others' jokes make me smiles.
Humour sheds tears when no cry’s in mind,
It soothes loneliness with enduring calm.
A cashless payment offered sorrow as a fine,
A thrill that ricochets through veins for miles.
A chapter of me should wear the clown's toga proud,
Since joy and radiance my humour brings to faces,
A talent that needs no stress to express,
The reason my presence delights all and sundry.
early morning rain
quenches parched peony blooms ~
dewy effloresce
I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.
You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.
Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.
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Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 52
Contest Judged: June 14th, 2025 4:11:00 PM
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placement: Third
Hate
Supermassive black hole
residing in the soul
that distorts love, devours
peace and destroys relationships
produces anger.
Anger
A smoldering ember
that builds until it
bursts forth in a white
hot sheet of flame
which consumes all
and leaves nothing
but ash in its wake,
but it can be doused
by love
Love
A stream of cool water
which quenches the
flames of anger through
mercy, gentleness, humility and
meekness and leads to forgiveness.
Forgiveness
A calming force for good
that defeats hate and anger
and restores peace to
relationships and souls.
Water, transparent
Pure, precious
Gold in the presence of the sun
It jumps over pebbles,
Eroding its path
Mustn’t we preserve
This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
With only a portion fresh
Mustn’t we conserve
This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
Mustn’t we save
This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
Dashing along the river
Stops at the lovely green lake,
Meets the vast sea at the coast
Freezes at the glacier,
Sprays at the geyser
Mustn’t we retain
This priceless treasure?
A part underground,
The others brimming with salt
A part polluted,
Of plastic partly
Mustn’t we protect
This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
In its depth
Offers hydration
That makes us glow
Mustn’t we guard
This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
The day disaster rains
Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
Mustn’t we help retrieve
This shimmering treasure?
Make the world feel blissful
By Michelle Morris
26/11/2024
You eventually say those words
The three most important in the world
I can't believe it's true
It's our own blessed miracle
"I love you"
Like water quenches the earth in a drought
It lets your cup overflow
And your mind be free of doubt
You thought it was too late
And I guess I thought so too
But secretly we both wished for this
Our love is a dream come true
It may not have happened conventionally
It may have been a rollercoaster ride
But ultimately love is a crazy experience
And we're together for the rest of our lives
Because you came closer
And I came closer still
And now we're one field of loving energy
That can make the world feel blissful
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
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