Carbonation's bubbles
create inside of me
A reservoir of burps
waiting to be freed
When they're released
at the 'perfect time'
Incredibly effective
as lol lines
Let’s go visit the Bermuda Triangle of New Jersey someone said.
The place where many missing boaters are found enormously dead.
Twenty-six people have disappeared in the lake, according to the masses.
One body floated out four years later, and this guy was wearing his glasses.
It’s the weirdest place according to Jacques Cousteau, who took his sub out.
A terrific place to bring a rod and reel and catch a wide mouthed trout.
It will be fun! Let’s go! The bodies of six men have never been found.
Frankly I say, if one comes up, I would not rather be around.
The reputation of this lake is that if a body appears,
Another will soon replace it, which is one of my fears.
Lights over this reservoir have looked like an alien ship.
Sorry, I tell my cousin. Please count me out of this trip.
At in the twilight
Reservoir bears nightfall sun
Frost just start to fall.
(An Addingham Poem)
quivering breeze coax
ripples across the surface
corrugated clouds
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Runners, joggers, wheeler, hikers -
They feel the power of nature's glow, with breeze and sun
Then with such course, the walking dead joins in? or shun?
Each runner's course is rough, then smooth
They and the jogger feel lifted up, by golden rule
Hikers hike, and what do they feel? zeal!
Like wheeler; they, too, zip up for fresh air's meal
Runners, joggers, wheeler, hikers; they all know who rules
Even walkers are a pert of their pool... in which
The Maker of breeze, and nature's glow and sun
Holds reservoir of sap fit for everyone.
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The reservoir the very thought...
...lay rippling...
detour at thought I leaped...
Cascading memory...
distant found respect...
recall upon thought provoked...
in distant sound I dwell...
To stardom once disfigurement...
the message I do tell...
To rescue ones' desire...
To enable delicate touch...
To breathe the nearer reservoir...
The detour I do trust...
With passion we prevail...advance
To linger in the memory...
Thought rippling with dance
...reservoir still rippling
Needed rain
To fill
The reservoir
Of heart
She moves the swirling tenacious
wind out of her path...
She sways with her tamed breeze...
with her love she has charmed...
In this her day...this day...this life
she reigns...
She greets the moon -
on ragged mountain high...
...as she breathes the nearer -
you'll not hear her cry...
...a single tear - the covenant of her
all...her anger dispelled...her magic
restored...
everything she is and will be...this tear
her signature - her now her all...
...her belief not someone else s truth...
...in a rescued child's smile...
she feels her stolen youth...
...she moves the wind all seasons...
forgotten dreams follow her...
...her path redeemed...
...It is here she'll not falter
...her strength...her belief...
...the wind uncertain - to search a new
direction...this path perplexed...
she'll not cry - only one tear she'll shed...
...her reservoir of strength -
...a tear she'll not cry...
...a tear she'll not share...
this her reservoir of strength...
you will not bend...nor break...
...this her reservoir of strength -
Poplars
against the rising moon;
filled full of roosting cormorants-
sleeping;
as
long shadows,
rippling between
reflections of scudding clouds-
where evanescent images
settle.
Walking the reservoir, parched and dry,
beneath white hot sun in cloudless sky;
through shimmering haze that sears the soul
sucking all life from the water hole.
Vacuum lungs cough words that sigh,
arid prayers breathed to mountain’s high,
emploring the heaven’s to weep and cry
yet grass burns black from moisture stole,
walking the reservoir.
To prayers cast there is no reply,
on scorching thermals vulture’s fly
and crazy-paved cracks will take their toll,
a life-blood drought in this dustbowl,
all good intentions blaze and die
walking the reservoir.
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