Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
Books have more words than you
They're well formulated and organized
They don't leave you on a clue
They know what they're going to say
But I don't
I mix up my words
Say things that are incorrect
My sentences seem to fly away like birds
I apologize for my rapidity
I say the first thing on my mind
Never let the other person have last
To much confusion and ragidity
I never seem to say the right thing
When I just listen
People seem to put me under their wing
When words aren't enough
Just stop saying stuff
Nette Onclaud, Rolling with the R’s, 8/4/2025
Rhythm of a River
rambling
funny waters,
downward rapidity
of laughter on white water raft.
unintended coxswain gets rogue-wave kissed.
guides directing, this way and that,
up and down; rowers with
coarse correction,
rambling.
Someone spoke to me of the amazing mounds built
by ants and how they best dispose of them. I spoke of how from under the ground without a sound, they astound. And
I spoke of the rapidity with which they constructed
their mounds but added, "I have no desire to
dispose of them". I regularly encounter them
along the driveway and near my mailbox, but
I see no reason that the ants and I cannot
co-exist because we both have our God-given
purpose; and it appears that their purposes
do not infringe upon mine.
120124PS
We often question the rapidity of TIME,
especially when our lives don't seem to shine.
We sometime whine as if the hour glass was
committing a crime. But before we grow old,
when TIME has taken its toll, we must cease
to protest and confess that if truth be told,
our blessings are far too numerous to count.
At some point, life always gives us a bounce.
Moreover, as the sands of TIME continue to fall,
and the seasons of life ebb and flow, may our giving
far exceed our receiving. Therein lies one of life's greatest
secrets. And often it takes TIME for secrets to be revealed.
so many people dying
we cannot keep up
so we hold each other tighter
so much unpredictability in the world
we are not mind readers
so we make each other's world brighter
such an abundance of bad and sad news
we just shake our heads and go
so we make a renewed effort to enjoy life more
so many beautiful flowers that are wilted
we cannot control the rapidity of the water shortage
so we ride the boat of our hard earned love
so much Beauty UnSeen
we open our green brown eyes to what we can
so we stop, take a breather, and remember to Put God In It....
My heart's hinged door forcefully burst
But the instant coffee I owned was decaf!
My eyes died, parched of thurst,
My tearless decision was just to laugh.
These beatings last forever,
But I find your love is pain.
Drag me up the stairs; together...
Black eyed me, bruised with you again.
Hobbling always, resilient is me.
Keeping each beat with heartfelt rapidity.
Time never winds down, failing to free me.
So blowing blood out my nose~ I'm endless stupidity!
PTDM
Many not realizing the greatness of the cause,
seeing only the limitation through working laws.
The call to those whose hour has come to awake,
and lullabies to those who do not want to face the ache.
When success drinks from the heart its own tears,
the ridicule gained the failure overcoming fears.
Confounded balance by ideal limitations,
missing wakening by whole heart creation.
Perturbed hearts that upsets the truth,
not hearing the voice of virtues silence youth.
By rapidity of life where imagination cannot follow,
drawing strength by humility is the oracle of Apollo.
When the unreality of life pushes against the will,
the love reality opens the door in very still.
In the influence that controls every situation,
Inshallah is the divine preparation.
Great souls need to struggle and to bear,
more responsibilities are given in that life affair.
The children of sorrow have a sense of gratitude,
leadership and cause with the right attitude.
i start to hear
the nervous
tapping of
rain fingers
on the roof
above me
thinking
the world
must be
stressed
to cause
such a
thing but then
the ozone has
a hole in its
head and
not self
inflicted
no one believes
in climate change
and mistakingly
names it global
warmer so don't
bother or worry
but here it is
february and
instead of
soft whispers
of wind blown
snow the rapidity
of the rain's
fingers are
banging on
my roof's
typewriter
typing
a suicide
note
Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy
Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree
Deadly gaseous arrows
hit the overcrowded banquet room target;
and killed a-many healthy appetites,
with an alarming,
depressed tongue rate-of-mortality
Hurried footsteps exiting
is all the flatulent evidence I would need
to likewise proceed ... very quickly
Some intestinal terrorist
was dropping
lite ranch dressing bowel bombs,
most heavily
And the near-suicidal rush to escape
has gag damaged many throats,
most indiscriminately
I don’t cruelly mean to turbo fan
butt-of-joke rumors
with word-of-mouth rapidity
But ... it really was
a silent butt deadly graduation affair
And I say this,
with the utmost, stiff upper-lip respect:
Scented air peace
from an anonymous tip identity
This upwardly mobile yuppie —
Troll emoji catphish-ing bottom feeder
harbors no low-brow,
high school dropout insensitivity
endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless imps against killers
who do not shrink from ethically principled
but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles,
gruesome harmful indiscretions
sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity
ousting the omnipresently
(well nigh since time immemorial
virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph
residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA
foisting gabled, heralded, instilled,
justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto
lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately
embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals
no more patent leather shoes reflecting up
nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni
thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively
ramping atavistic simian base,
thus leveling the playing field.
good to be back
but still be lost in the
monster that smiles
though bashful i am
i am loquacious when
a patterned rain falls
the angels call me captain
however God calls me His son
i think i prefer the latter....less pressure
so grateful to be in one piece
but still be a jovial jigsaw puzzle
in the monster that smiles
though harmonically shy i am
i am a beast in steady rapidity
when a decorative storm bellows
its declaration
the angels call me general
however God says He loves me
i think i prefer the latter....less pressure....
one last goodnight kiss
on a cheek that is so cold
the finale of this amazing
chapter feels like a lonely,
dark cave of unpredictability
here i am consumed in the
center of a calm quiet that i
will never feel ever again
i feel so blank....so sad....so
bewildered....so lost....so gone
one last goodnight kiss
as i say goodbye and i love
you for the last time ever
it is the beginning of the
green phase of life without
you....i ask questions....i make
wishes....i pray prayers based
on imagination....i miss you with
such an incomparable rapidity
here i am consumes in a
painstakingly lonely realm of grief
and heartache....i have regrets....i
wonder why....i think of what if....i
write journal entries in my mind....i
put my thoughts to paper....i begin to
craft them into poems....they become my
outlet....i think i am pretty good at it....i call
myself Poetic Lefty....i wonder if you would be
proud of me....to the beach i go....smiling
brightly in then contentment of precious memories of you
too often i have ignored all that is right
which has caused me to miss out on my true and actual plight
alone i am now and one with webs and the dust
chapped and ashy i have become well on my way to rust
my mother once told me to loosen the noose of my shield
to late now do i see the world and the decorative grounds and fields
now i am an insomniac driven by a wayfaring loner's rage
i only have myself to blame for the rapidity in which i now age....
The light’s velocity
Or my mind’s rapidity
Is not sufficient for me,
To travel into the space,
Where, I dump the remains
Of my void past, and to get
My vivid future while I am
On the way back to my life,
From that horizon of my love,
And to the future, in which,
I can spend the rest of my life,
in the joie de Vivre of light.
So I travel in a medium,
That travels much faster
Than the light, not visible
To my adversary, so that it can’t
Stop my journey and hamper me,
To live in the harmony,
And without which, I can’t live,
But must die, premature,
in this nightmarish birth.
By: R K Chowdary Jasthi
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