Short Going With The Flow Poems
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Angel choir rippling through air
the swaying nature
roses stay beautiful
trees stand proud
grass dancing like fire
water going with the flow
a heavenly angelic garden
as perfect as Northern Lights
The flower closed
Tired of seeking answers
Why things happen?
Why no rain when needed?
It's time for acceptance
Answers cannot be found
The importance of growth,
is going with the flow
Until the sun shines again...
Until the warmth renews...
into a blooming show again
6/14/25
There are several terminologies used to describe
relaxing,
Resting, Meditating or observing,
"Kicking It" is an indirect way of enjoying
the world,
Without formality,
just allowing "it" to unfurl,
Going with the flow until life
reveals itself,
remaining vigilant until God sends help.
Things are changing,
Maybe for the worst or best,
Hope it's for the best,
Just going with the flow.
Things are going to get hard,
The pressure is upon us,
Yet here we are,
Standing to finish strong.
It's here. It's time,
It's upon us to decide—
To finish fast,
Or to finish strong.
CATALYST
Choosing to stay or move on who chooses
At time things just seems to just stand still
Then from nowhere something just change
Are we our own destiny maker or is it fate
Life it can be far more than if we envisage
You spend time pondering what if I did it
Sometimes going with the flow changes it
Tomorrow it is a product of today and past
The banks along the river control the flow
each depositor deposits sediments of sentiments
sharing wealth of journeys winding endurance....
every gurgling ripple along with tumbling stone
light sounds forecasting future growths continuation,
as the water's song endear us.....
....waters nourishment adheres us,
into crystaline forms from carbon copy,
..........awaiting final polishing effect......
wu wei is the path of Tao
of going with the flow of nature
a metaphor of water
which adapts to any shape
always flowing
always yielding
soft, yet in time can cut
and shape rock
a lesson of Tao
________________________
March 13, 2023
Poetry/Verse/The Teachings of Tao
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-232-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Wildlife photograph of the year 2024
Polar bear asleep on iceberg remnant
The bear necessities
Here I slumber
here I stay
My world is melting
and I’m miles away
Drifting off to sea
dreaming what will be
Going with the flow
Where else can I go
My pillow feels nice
I listen to the ice
its shrinking voice
Telling me
to get a larger bed
Full steam ahead
in over my head
By
David Kavanagh
Thought I was goin’ nowhere,
But then you stood by me.
Showed me your love and care.
You crashed into me.
I’m never letting you go.
This is where I want to be.
I’m just going with the flow,
So please stand by me.
You’re what I want,
And you’re what I need.
You’ve got everything,
For me to succeed.
Look me in these eyes of blue,
Tell me what you see.
I’m not wearin’ a disguise,
So please stand by me.
It starts out as a little drop of kindness
then it slowly wines its way down to a stream
That stream pours politeness, into the river of respect
which makes the sea of love, burst at its seams
So next time you're standing on hot sand
and the waves come to comfort weary toes
Remember those little drops of kindness
That comes from going with the flow
By JT Curtis July 7 2015
My soul is wild
The weed has increased my vision
Going with the flow
Puffin on my joint
Singing laughing dancing
Everything is gunna be alright
My soul has a grip
Tightly on my brain
Breath in exhale
So much love for mary jane
I do not hate
My soul is flowing
Its dancing around my veins
If I close my eyes
I might loose my mind
A Smokey haze surrounds my face
Touch me once twice
In and out
My soul is wild
Form:
Years ago, when my kids were small,
We danced at night and had a ball
When we were in our country house,
A custom we should all espouse.
Years later, here we are once more,
With grandkids on the dancing floor,
Both moving to the radio,
Their dad just going with the flow.
Of course, their nana joins the fun,
Her smile the wattage of the sun,
For words cannot describe the joy
Of dance, the grandkids and her boy.
Spend some time alone in introspection
Weigh yourself against the status quo
Suddenly you’ll realize on reflection
Every body’s going with the flow
To stand alone while others hurry faster
Requires a steady lean against the rush
And like a rock within a stream of falling
The shelter you provide will be a rill
A place for life to feed and spawn or rest
A haven for the sands of time to fill
Mayhap a seed will tree to hold a nest
Form:
Just going with the flow
As one is known
Undecidable at that moment
Doing a show
Non-thinking a possibility
As the days pass on
Out of the blue
Thrown at you
Just a quick thought
As if it was bought
Not realizing
If this is the time for it all
Oh no, Rather do things now
And then later maybe fall
Not good
Nor bad, so sad
Just a relaxation from a thought
Creations, lasting views
More exciting news
What now?
Pending reviews.
All eyes on you.
winding down
relaxing with a glass of pinot
enjoying the subtle joys of life
going with the flow
swaying to the rhythm
of mellow music
soaking in the sun
and late summer vibes
and then it's leonard cohen on low
from speakers in a far corner
feeling oozy feeling fine
like an unexpected soft caress
enhanced by the effects of wine
sensations warm and mellow
embarking on a journey of delight
transported
yes indeed transported
AP: Honorable Mention 2024
I can never do it all again
knowing what I know
bid time return, be young again,
going with the flow.
My youthful days are behind me now
well spent and wasted both
if I could do it all again would
there be some growth?
Would I do it all differently
a second time around?
or would I throw away again
the only love I ever found?
I can never do it all again
because I have a chicken-heart
even with a second chance
I wouldn't know where to start.
©SamHarty
People live by their routines
And some will never bend ‘em,
While others are more flexible,
Not minding an addendum.
Yet it presents a challenge
When those sticklers will not budge;
Instead of going with the flow,
They mire themselves in sludge.
By losing opportunities,
It seems they’re missing out,
But maybe doing what they do
Is what they’re all about.
We follow rules that work for us
And everyone’s unique,
Since what feels good for others
May not be the path we seek.