Dedication River Poems

Author Dana Redricks 
April 17, 2024

My love for you is like a river, it bursts forth and brings new life. God has truly blessed me...

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On the shore of the river,
we used to bathe,
in the streams flowing to that river,
we used to play,
with no worries,
with no sorrows,
following the water running...

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Little River

In the heart of America, 
there is a stream.
It began with a single drop,
followed by others;
one after another... 
methodically, 
not randomly, 
high in the...

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Silhouette of a Broken Rose

A yearning for drift and soar 
A journey to fragility endured
Heavy tears and fracture ensue 
A shrink and a shrivel arise
An...

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An unrisen Sun has power —
Rays unsuitable to the day-world break the night cover
The Sun is brighter and stronger without sunlight
Some other things to do...

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>River Orwell and a Poppy field
By Stanley Russell Harris
(The mad Author)

I went out with the wife today.
We walked by the River Orwell I say.
Tide was...

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The mundane affairs from morn to night
                  ...

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" Damn you, let go my gun! "
The morning hasn't even yawned yet
and a terrible tussle is in my sight,
Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from...

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Let's take a walk, 
Let's have a talk 
Let's take a stroll down to the ice river,
I swear the water is bitter.
But that don't stop...

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River Sonnet, Number One


When river cuts its first great course
Carved into racing curves, solid stone.
Too late, for the much needed divorce
Great power over vast time...

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i am in a river of love deeper than seven digits
i am never drowning and always on vacation
you are the main vessel for every fiber...

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Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge.  Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these...

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By The River.
At the estuary of the Amazons the water is muddy and shallow and 
there are no undercover bosses, pretending to be one of...

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It flows within 
my soul
Descends from 
my memories
Deja vu 
Dream within a dream 
subtle numbness 
relentless presence 
Of Muffled screams  
The discarded adoration 
Agony...

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A Bridge in Portugal 
There had been much rain in the upland and the river ran 
full and strong, so forceful that a pillar, on...

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