Time is a river or so it is said
forever flowing to the sea
it knows where it goes
and with no guarantee
either sink or swim
in our own special way
we all test the waters
each and every day
there are some who do need a push
and they may lose or win
yet I will always go out on a limb
hold my head up and jump right in
without any second thoughts
unafraid to get my feet wet
altho' I can count on being caught by the current
there's no such thing as a safe bet
A reason for Seasons,
All things have their season,
Everything happens for a reason,
Existence is teasing us,
Pleasing us in return.
Our flame continues to burn,
As we turn into the experience,
Taking chance after chance,
Growing into a dance.
A romance with life,
Fighting for flight,
Shining bright,
Fruits hold on tight.
Excited for the harvest,
Only when it's ripest,
Will it taste the best,
The beating in your chest,
Experiences the rest.
As you test the waters,
Tasting the wonders,
A roar thunders through the realm,
Awareness at the helm.
Awakening earths element,
You are what I meant,
Walking the firmament,
Lying dormant,
Wondering where it went.
The reason you were sent,
A changing environment,
Soon to be forgotten,
As the rest of the fruit lies rotten.
Feeling downtrodden,
Pushed to the end,
Until life sends a spark,
Lifting us from the dark.
Embarking on a new season,
A reason for being,
Seeing love in everything,
Singing for all to see,
The new growth on your tree.
Thanx for the spark Soulsters?
Have a beautiful day
With those who
want to test the waters,
and yet have no wish
to get their feet wet,
but wait to have their cake
(and eat it too)
handed to them on a plate,
I will neither split hairs
and pick nits
nor reason or debate
(or tear their thoughts to bits)
and yet,
if they're going to 'fly',
(jump to a conclusion)
either do it or don't,
as Yoda said, 'There is no try,'
I may not agree,
but it's not up to me,
and can only advise,
should they desire
to self-defenestrate ASAP,
'Take the first window of opportunity.'
Jolt of inspiration
A person wanted to be a POET
But didn’t know where to start nor how to show it
Words starting popping into the POETS head
Words becoming sentences
Showcasing the instances
Poet to be felt inspired
Didn’t want to tire
Discovery was desired
Words open up
Distance being Close
Farness wasn’t found
Alpha Nouns and Pronouns
A true Poet in the making blooming
Word flow
Couldn’t let go
The Poet saw purpose direct
His eyes showed obvious
Word mount
Like a watery fount
Theory and Understanding
Wisdom through experience
A Poet to be had became
The Poet did see
One must test the waters and try, but requires effort
Every commitment needs determined
This is how a Poet is acknowledged
The focus up close
Discouraged by most
Surprise, Surprise
The Poet learned the concept of realize
The Poet Within.
Good morning, morning, it's a brand new day
The sun is shining, I'm on my way
To writing brand new poetry
Just for you, no one else can see
Or know what's in my heart but you
It's open, you can see right through
And test the waters with your own
Mine's for you, it's not on loan
he said it
like a promise
a coded message
one word
timed just so
to test the waters
to lay the groundwork
to plant the seed
deliberate
calculated
an arrow shot
at her heart
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: 2nd place 2021
I was feeling like I was beginning to forgive
I had started to make peace
So, I decided to reach out
Test the waters
Extend an olive twig
And within the exchange of only a few words
You snapped it in two
October 18, 2020
@katladyt_
Jesus never called me to be a fisher of woman,
but you changed that.
I waited, impatiently, for the hook to shake;
I never thought you would add me in just a few days.
Well, Facebook was never the place to date,
and I guess in many ways,
I was creepy;
But you passed yet another test,
When you weren't shaken as I figured out your address.
So I thought I'd come over,
And test the waters out;
Little did I know,
The lake of love would take me down.
So here we are,
me and my fishy,
now you will always have me around.
The Kalahari
Kneaded clay
Form creases
The thirst of desert
blinding dust and wind
Collide of wave and tide
Females carry the tribe
Their large flappy ears
Fan them cool
Muddy pools
Their sunshade and lemonade
Their long trunk, their utensil and instrument
The herd graze on green bushes
Barge their way through thick trees and weeds
Making way
For grand and small
Giant footprints and dung mark their tracks
It’s dung a beetle’s nest and feast
The labor of a mother’s womb
Trumpets sound to celebrate
Prey to an open field
Darkness cast upon its young
For it is done
Hearts pump and
Trunks join to commemorate
Rumblings from afar detect danger
They form a protective block around the calves
Their ears on alert
Their trunk and feet test the waters
They wait til it passes
They lock trunks to bond
At the patience of the lions
A son grieves it’s mom
Guards over her corpse
And leaves with the survived
Blazing fires rise
The earth crack
The land is barren
The river is drenched
An underground stream arise
They find relief
All come to drink
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
07/28/19
he comes
with lights out
he leaves
the presents of his
being
being
that he is
like Kilgor
was
here but
never stayed
in a luxury hotel
during
the winter
was fine i even
turned a blind eye
but now
the temps are
better and warmer
time to test the waters
the
outside
from looking
from in should be
appallingly
appalling to
applaud to such
as one down and out
I am the white rabbit small but bold
teasing Alice to enter the open hole
to explore and experience the wonders hidden below
where visionary images and imaginings grow;
come on girl find a better way
to view the world open and on display,
test the waters, try the population stew
where legends and stories breathe anew;
let the magic wrap you warm and safe
keep out the fear and hate
there is hope in dreams and goals
the rabbit once expereienced this know;
follow me down the rabbit hole
where time and age,each grow old
and the visions that you may see
can release and set you free.
Life is a journey that is anything but turnkey
Full of many doors that we must open
As we find our way through another day
There are so many doors to choose from
Before all the opportunities
Will just flee or get by me
So we have to try to always reach for the sky
Turning all of life's opportunities on high
We have to let some pass us by
For every new door that opens
We need to test the waters
As they come ashore
We must not ignore what makes us soar
Before the next door closes
We need not worry or get in a hurry
About all the doors that are so blurry
For every new door that brings opportunity
Should allow us to foresee
Which are key for us to agree
Moving forward before the next door closes
We have to let go of those doors
That brings the doubt without clout
That turns our world all about
Making us want to shout
Why we figure out
Why we all stumble and fumble
Surely these are the doors that we must close
Because everybody knows it all makes us grow
Into the person, we have come to know
So take it nice and slow
And just find the right flow
Life is what you make it
So don't fake it
Or break it
But rather
Make it your own
I love with all my heart,
With passion I play my part;
But when love becomes a strife
I run for my heart and my life.
I leave you to test the waters;
Truth in love is all that matters.
I cannot live a lie just to look good,
Lies will eventually mess a good mood.
Love is beautiful but lies makes it ugly.
friendship dies when deception fits snugly.
Liars and lovers may get along quite well,
But my dear, time will certainly tell…
Under a veil you're still behind
The moon is ticking slowly now
You're dying for your sins tonight
So keep on praying for resurrection
Something in me didn't agree to skip this part
Be here when I ask for water
Be here when I test the waters
I still wait for you to give me my body back
Send it like flowers
Under a veil you're still behind
The sun is ticking slowly now
You're dying for your sins tonight
So keep on praying for resurrection
Something in me didn't agree to skip this part
It was a tiny spark but it's burned everything down
Looks like there wasn't much
The hole in me fits yours quite alright
But aren't you dying for your sins tonight?
Come on, I'll resurrect you one last time
I'll play with you one more time
As if there are better things to come
Than the lines of your body that fit my hands
I guess I'm dying for my sins tonight
Ressurect me one last time
Our chemistry is magnetic,
I love to taste your lips.
The way your body feels so warm.
The way you pull me by my hips.
You pull my hair the right way.
Gentle, but yet rough.
It's like I'm an addict, stuck on you,
I can't tell if it's love or lust.
The way you spank my a** hard,
hand prints all across,
taking me how you want to,
showing me who's boss.
Pull me closer into you,
your so hypnotizing.
I just wanna feel you,
as our body temp is rising.
I find you so f**** sexy,
I'll do anything you want,
just tell me what to do.
Touch you, tease you, kiss you, please you,
We can keep it old school,
or try something new.
Looking in your eyes,
I know you want me just as badly.
So let me suck you a little bit,
I really need a 'Daddy'.
Let's foreplay, roleplay, whatever you like.
Give me all you got,
I want that passion burning, pouring sweat,
A pleasure that can't be bought
Let's experiment, test the waters,
see how deep this goes,
To a place of pure bliss,
under covers, where the wild things grow.
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