Short Up The River Poems

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Premium Member Flying With Spaceships

Blue ellipses
Rolling rumbling honey wagons
Glory shouts came from up the river
Shining, I wasn’t alone
My hope clings to mountains
Finding and never knowing
In the moment of soaring


Nuclear Rebellion

Nuclear Rebellion

Dam up the river, control the world
Mankind speaks, vengeance hurled

Carnage, blood deceit, and such
They want kill, those who know too much

Desperation, shame and fear
All have meaning here 

It’s a hostile world
Forgive me If I want to leave

Nuclear rebellion
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Three Dimensional Goddesses

gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me

Premium Member Pisces

Pushy people-person, little silver fish
Inspiring idealist, with an iridescent swish
Swimming up the river, flowing all the way back down
Colour loving creature, too deep and you will drown
Ever-seeking others, happy in the shoal
Stop and think, when on the brink, are you happy in your goal

31/03/2021
Form: Acrostic

Don'T Let the Rain Bring Flood

D-on't let the rain bring flood 
E-ven if the storm is in sight; 
L-ook, the scattered downpour 
I-s setting things 
A-right. 

T-wenty-fourth November, 
A-llow the rain to give water; 
B-ecause the land is dry, 
A-llow it to fill-up the river. 
B-eneath the wide blue sky, pray to the Almighty God; 
A-sk Him to subdue the typhoon, don't let the rain bring flood.
Form: Acrostic


Horizon

Lost and unforgiven
and yet…
not forgotten.

String me along 
to the upcoming of dawn
a place of pleasure
and words still unsung.

Dry up the river…
There is no longer reason 
for you to cry.

Crave me…
as I’ve craved you 
in the mist of the dawn
on this broken road

Where nothing is wrong
Where nothing is gone

Walk with me
in to the dawn
of the yesterdays…
that are now
and forever will be
Today’s.

Premium Member Muskrats Attitude Makes Us Happy

Miss Maddie Muskrat mastered Missouri mud
Reveling and rolling in it in a joyful way
Catfish groused that she was mucking up the river
Bass, bluegill and crappie told catfish off

Muskrat makes us happy with her positive attitude
Catfish had never thought about that side of it
He adjusted his attitude and began enjoying her mud antics
They became happy friends after that, thanks to this lecture

Dens and Swings

I remember dens and swings,

There weren't any techno things.

Outside playing hide and seek

No pc to give a tweak.

Weekends up the river walking

Not permanently on an iphone talking.

No facebook with a hundred likes

Just charging around on our bikes.

The twitter we knew came from birds,

We didn't text, we spoke real words.

Alas such childhoods are long since gone,

No playing out, just logging on.
© Gary Smith  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

First Time

The first time I saw you - there -
Sophisticated, warm-blooded,
And for a kiss, you blubbered - 
Barbary lipped, presenting the bill.

If I'd snuggle up, you'd cover me in fur.
Coo-ee! A real little nest egg,
Said you had it all laid out -
Liar!

Paid me up the river,
Rule of the rudder,
Waddling off - 
As though your feet were webbed.

Then, as the tide ebbed -
More of me bled.

Keep your platitudes, Platypus!
Form: Ballad

De-Livered

A British surgeon yearning for
Some immortality
Did laser his initials
On some livers, carefully.

His action was uncovered
When one liver didn’t heal;
With a second operation,
The initials did reveal.

I wonder at his motives
For if it were simply pride,
Why then etch his inspiration
In a place so deep inside?

In the end it doesn’t matter
For the courts will soon deliver
This strange surgeon and his hubris
To his new home up the river.
Form: Rhyme

1 Wish

One wish
When I leave my body
When I enter yours
Wish back the brave
Watch the day roar

The sins warmth gone in a wicker haze 
Done with sorcery
Watching your body become mine
Iam walking up the river
Ill be at your place tonight soon 
At least by the end of time

Take me back to when there was nothing but fun
Bring me one wish
The clothes that you wear
The freedom I feel
To be with you
I want to.live beyond the power of threads and threats appetite and meds

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