Short Reservoirs Poems

Water fulfills life
Nourishes soils,fills reservoirs -
Only abrades fences....

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Long hours of power cut means-
Dried reservoirs,
Dried hearts towards people-
The Old age
The Children
The Sick
The Pregnant

These hearts all dried,in deserts no rain!...

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By far the pastures lawns;
Idle streams reservoirs;
Farmers shores crops his wears he sells;
Mist the bartering stalks;


10/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Cosmic ocean save a space
For me among the stars
For one day I'll return to 
These supernal reservoirs
What's left of me will cease
To be when I am finally home
And merge with other souls 
Amidst the spatial catacomb...

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Proof was found of an ancient civilization on Mars
Can you believe it, we have their remains in jars
They were eerie-looking dudes
Evidence they walked around nude
As well they had crack cocaine in their reservoirs...

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Regarding raindrops,
Rivulets run,
Readily regroup,
Recreate raging runoff rivers,
Relentlessly ravage, reshape, round, reduce rough rocks,
Remove residue,
Reach reservoirs,
Refresh, relax recalcitrant recreators,
Rest,
Rinse,
Repeat
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Venomous snakes, hard rains savage
   Mercury, Venus and Mars
hissing like boas and rattlers
   plunging into rocky reservoirs

On Earth, gentle rains dance lightly
   atop welcoming green lawns
Perfuming Spring's warm, soft air
   refreshing the world at dawn...

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Roses are red, indeed they are.
Violets are blue, in weather, fair.
Where’s the romance of moon and stars?
Need to fill up my reservoirs.

Roses are pink against my cheeks.
Violets are small, a token friend.
The sun, likewise, warms up the weak.
The source of truth - the Son, I seek.

6/3/2023...

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Dance of a spring storm brought some rain along
Sparkling mountain tops with glitters of charms
Decorating foothill trees with fluffs of knick-knacks
Caressing blooming plants with respect from heart
Adding further to rivers, reservoirs, creeks and ponds
Carrying exuberance to rejoice, appreciate and dance...

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Farmer king of yon garden and ranch!
By far the those pastures long lawns;
Idol streams reservoirs wildlife drinking waters dawn;
Farmers shores crops his wares he sells chance;
Mist the bartering stock, Queen mother baking things


9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Rain
                                         falls softly
                            Refreshing, watering, reviving.
                          Ponds, streams, rivers, reservoirs
                              Flooding, raging, destroying
                                  Demolishing buildings
                                          Monsoon
 



Penned 7 November 2014...

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Magnificent gifts
Equals luminosity
Of one called the Sun

Red rivers run smooth
Flowing to mesh with life's pool
Gifts reservoirs cool

Sclera of twin orbs
Posing where the whole world looks
Foes surface like crooks

Blue veins quiet streams
Where the heart is, you have been
Though obscure you're clean

Blue skies white nimbus
Red silent sun simmering
I've angered no one.

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Nocturnes penned from old glass reservoirs, 
dipped black liquid notes of evening
Solemn, haunted, pale faced genius
passion built up sweet relieving
Knocking from the outside window
can't deter the work in progress
but to add a steady rhythm 
to this melody of solace
Match the heartbeat, steal the soul
as gentle prodding often does
Nocturnes running through my bloodstream
tap me into midnight love....

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Seeking a light 

Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs  of rain 
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light 

Frosty strangers stole their light 
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey 
Running away from the pain in the rain 

Nobody hears their cries but the rain  
Searching for hope from darkness light 
Speculating why they stand in the grey

Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light. 
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From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.

Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night of music, and frog and cricket repertoires,
Such days will be remembered, in hued autumn's memoirs....

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Showers gag the trees,
May shuttles pleats in the sky.
There are towel-drying winds.
Parks grow soggy with small dogs;

May is an old man riding a bike backwards.
It is oil for the broken engine in the barn.
Wetness folds this way and that.
We see nestlings in reservoirs of dew.

Bubbles pop in puddles,
could it be new Life? 
Could it be May, hands in its pockets
like a small boy, whistling and waiting
for something green 
and tufted to happen?...

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From His startling brush, blaze stars,
We save them like fireflies in jars,
Ours are in photos or memoirs,
Played in songs by clever guitars.

From His light, flow blessings galore.
It’s His sweet grace that I adore.
Nought compares to the love that’s ours.
Played in songs by clever guitars.

By His still, small voice, He assures,
He lives in our hearts, mine and yours!
Wonders found in God’s reservoirs.
Played in songs by clever guitars.


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