Lyric River Poems

I eased our kayak into the river of lies.
There was me, Dave and Jim, experienced guys.
The current grew stronger, Jim said he would quit,
He said...

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Be the river of my rainless desert...
where the coldest and the wildest wind swept;
ah, it took away the harmony of my tunes:
once the only comforter...

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~ To the melody of 
      Over the River 
    and through the Woods ~


  Over...

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Gatherin’ at the river on a baptism day
Preacher says it’ll wash my sins away
While the choir is a-humming, they sway,
I’ll be a new creature, so...

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A poem lovely as a stream
Rhythmic flow creates fluid dream.

Resonant vale curved in jade hill  
Draped by ornate trees standing still.

Golden sun seeps through...

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based on words by PARIS-MAREE BOREHAM 


At the river song in progress 

She was walking on watercourse side
Upright I was just there I cry
Our...

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When I saw him at the river
Saw him standing there
With dark brown eyes- I mesmerised
His jet black fuzzy hair
     
He stepped...

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I guess I figured you’d be merciful to me
You and your foresty eyes are made beautifully
I guess I had an infatuation towards you
And your lovely,...

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It’s a short walk to the river 
From the village of my birth,
From the place of my conception 
And my home, for what it’s worth.
Just...

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Rippling, rippling
Like a river flows
Like a river stone
Ricocheting, ricocheting
Like a ball goes
Time stands on its own

That’s how it goes
That’s how it goes...
Oooh ohhh oooh
Oooh ohhh...

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On sunny days walk beneath the aesthetic pine trees
that gently undulate in the tepid Roman breeze,
their image is reflected in the Tiberius' flowing water;
majestic is...

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"Oh Lord lets go down ain't no love that can be found. Oh Lord let's go down, down to the river and pray."***

Oh Lord I...

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Life, a meandering river, 
                    ...

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Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can...

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Ibykos Fragment 286, circa 564 BCE
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Come spring, the grand
apple trees stand
watered by a gushing river
where the maidens’ uncut flowers shiver
and...

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