A glass of water
He got up late and thought of coffee,
he had to drink it in black
Forgot to buy milk yesterday because it was raining
which is good news, hotels in the Algarve, tourists can shower every
Water, water everywhere, most of it in undrinkable
he spent years at sea on ships of ennui and boredom
except when his ship birthed and a life of adventures
that lasted all too short.
with a glass of water in his hand, looks out of
of the bedroom window, and there, a bite further along
is the glittering sea, as he knows how vengeful and irate
the ocean can be he senses no nostalgia.
85 years old, the past, is in shadow land remembered
when needed the know is a glass of water in hand
the future, although short, holds no fear of an ending
Heaven is a vast open space.
Still, deep in himself, he senses a loss,
there will not be
another him, childless, he has walked through life
with a glass of drinking water in his hand, he thinks this
not of great importance, but the thought lingers
Water water everywhere
but not a single drop to drink
Late awaker of the morning,
Thank to me that I wink..
Somewhere my excess destroys lives
but somewhere my small drop
quenches the thirst of many lives.
Somewhere my flow is seen as The God
but sometimes my glow in land been as mud.
I m not only the wink of people, instead
I’m a small leaf to the Sink of people..
My anxiety is towards everyone
but no one is anoxious to me
My overflow month is only for 2
but Your slew months are about 10…
Spherical drops are totally mine
That makes the earth ‘shine’
Shine makes the pleasant mind
That lets the relations to bind…
You can’t imagine a life without me
don’t waste ‘recruit’ without me
Because nothing is good without me
I am The best gift of the nature to you..
I’m the friend of everyone’s ,no one frendz me
But if you’ll do like that , I’ll surely do “Tit for Tat”.
If the volume of the oceans
Could hold my love for you
They'd still be overflowing
Dry land would not show through
If I could only give you
One cup of what I hold
Inside the secret chambers
Of a heart that beats untold
You never would be thirsty
Or need another drink
My love would satisfy you
At least that's what I think
Water, water everywhere,
Yet people don't think,
Tank.
Water, water everywhere,
Yet people's thoughts stay,
Blank,
Water, water everywhere,
Yet people still sit on the ,
Bank.
Water, water everywhere,
Yet many people don't priority,
Rank.
Water, water everywhere,
Yet people wonder at so many feeling,
Dank.
Water, water everywhere,
Yet few people are buying rope by the,
Hank.
Water, water everywhere,
Yet people wonder why so many hopes and dreams,
Sank,
When we failed to make use of the water before it,
Stank.
Water Water everywhere,
We cannot live without it anywhere.
It is a vital resource,
Which is of utmost use.
But we pollute it and make it dirty,
Without thinking about the situation that without it we will
become thirsty.
Keep it clean or you will be sick,
Leading to so many diseases that will happen very quick.
It comes from clouds in the sky,
Falls on land for water supply.
We can neither add it
Nor subtract it.
For it is a continuous cycle of water
Which cannot be stopped ever.
We use water for so many things,
So why don’t we realise that it’s our duty to conserve before it
leads to its strange occurring.
Programmes and Social awareness have been made among
people about water conservation,
Which has taught many people that our tomorrow is saved only
when we do water preservation.
People are actively taking part in water conservation
By practicing rain water harvesting, afforestation and adopting
sprinkler irrigation.
~Deveshi Hans
Water, water everywhere;
nothing here is stable,
but the moon sickle sinks
her tendrils into our hearts.
Roots reach
below the diluvian chaos,
anchor us
to the terra firma
that is down there,
somewhere –
we sense it
in our memories,
in our dreams.
after a painting by Greg Edmondson.
From my new collection The Eden of Perhaps (Spartan Press, 2020)
Lonely gazes glumly at the world that bustles by,
from the tinted windows of her heart,
where no one sees her cry.
"Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink..."
They're close in their proximity,
but not in how they think.
As God withholds His comfort, despite her many prayers,
she searches humankind in vain
to find a soul that cares.
She smiles for their comfort, and tells them she's alright,
concealing, with a stoic face,
her torment day and night.
She'd rather suffer loneliness than suffer as a fool:
The people she has dared to love
have proven false and cruel...
They sought from her compassion and the honesty they lacked,
and used the shards of broken trust
to stab her in the back.
(How quickly hope is kindled, and how painfully it dies!
--- with accusations, exploitation,
fickleness and lies.)
She smothers in her hiding place, but so it has to be,
for there is no kindred spirit
with whom she could be free.
A lonely ultimatum in a world where no one cares:
Be genuine in one's own world,
or make pretend in theirs.
Dipping into Beowulf with Grendel,
and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales;
Wading into Paradise with Milton,
then submerging with the Bard:
Sinking deep into Lear and Othello
Hamlet and Macbeth, trying not to
drown. Rapidly surfacing to the
Tempest! gulping some fresh air.
Now sailing toward the Five Romantics,
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan...
Water, water, everywhere!
and so many drops to drink...
Poetry aficionados reside on dry land,
Yet life, fully savored, lies deep in ocean sands.
Friend Friends Everywhere
5000 friends and not a drop of care.
It's like being stranded in the middle of the ocean with no water to digest-
Remember "Water Water everywhere -
pEOPLE pEOPLE Everywhere
I ADMIRE YOUR ATTIRE
Behind that profile pic.
NOT TOO BLIND TO see someone
DRINK
DROPS OF BLOOD.
FROM YOUR PRICKED FINGER.
Clean bill of health.
Can’t taste that yummy meal you display
or believe that imagery
Humans make oceans of people
Stranded yet watchful
Ears, eyes of little use;
NOSE of no use
when sailing in friendships
A SEA OF FRIENDS
“who is really who”
Stranded on Facebook island
I watch
With discernment
Salty people
Unknown to the nose
Can’t smell you, to tell if you.’
oh well...
Discernment is the spirit I use:
Oceans and seas of salty
Facebook friends
And not a drop to drink.
WATER LOO
Water water everywhere*
and oh how it did stink
water water everywhere
and all my undies pink
alone amid the rising tide
of baby toys and diapers
I stand in brownish bubbling surf
wondering which is riper
my mutinous crew has left the ship
fleeing from the putrid stench
I’ve also been abandoned by
my “ever-faithful” wench.
Alas as Captain I must endure
consequences of this blunder
hold my nose as I await
my rescue by - the plumber.
John G. Lawless
3/30/2016
My apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge for stealing this line from his poem
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
On the subject of an unwanted water feature...
Water, water, everywhere
In rushing rivers down the wall
As loud as grand Niagara’s Fall
In to the Wobbly Bog
Pouring, pouring, endlessly
Insistent flow of running stream
Unwanted runnels carved through dream
Swelling the Wobbly Bog
Soaking, soaking, soggily
The puddle deep, the muddy ground
‘Tis said there was a postman found
Drowned in the Wobbly Bog
Dropping, dropping, gravity
Bleaching brick with scale of lime
On damp of wall the mark of time
Shadows the Wobbly Bog
Gushing, gushing, noisily
Unbalancing the Feng and Shui
No wind to dry the churning sea
Flooding the Wobbly Bog
Madness, madness, sanity
By white noise of incessant drip
Is sunken like a sodden ship
Wrecked in the Wobbly Bog
Misty, misty, spookily
By moonlight come the boggy sprites
With mischief and their tiny lights
Haunting the Wobbly Bog
Wishing, wishing, hopelessly
That some good knight with tool or sword
From Aster or the Water Board
Might conquer the Wobbly Bog
Watching, watching, grumpily
The paint that never dries; dismay
As Wiltshire waters pour away
In to the Wobbly Bog
by Gail
She was lying on the Ethel’s turret with a sting in the tail
Felt a squirt on her face and barrette; is it the end of the tale?
Water water everywhere water, not a drop to drink
Ho ho the machine does totter, not a moment of wink
She yanked her pants up ,tail between legs, and crossed the sea without sail
Water water everywhere
And yet not a drop to drink
The world is a coffin
And we are all busy being out and in
Compassion is out
And cruelty is stout
Tears flow with haste
Saline water is its only taste
Take heed and dive deeper
Overwhelm like a creeper
Believe in yourself
Being lies in your self
Stop feigning happiness
Happiness becomes weakness
Expose your pain
Without it there is no gain
Flows
Water, water everywhere
Flowing here, flowing there
Flows, flows all about
In this way and travel out
Time is such a flow.
Meant to keep one and all in tow.
Disagree with it's rules
Break the pattern made for fools.
Keep bright your goals, your dreams
Make them true despite what seems.
Be bright and alive today!
Tomorrow, the future is at your sway.
Goals set
Targets met
Into a shining future jet.
Decide to win and it will flow
Decide to lose and it goes slow.
Cycles started
Cycles done
Cycles completed
Over time you have won!
Time, time everywhere
Flowing here, flowing there.
Water, water all about
Flowing in, flowing out.
ml, Jimo
Water, water everywhere
And all the dishes in sink.
Mud tracks smeared everywhere
Wiped away to return in a wink.
Food, food so much to make
Breakfast, lunch, supper.
Just diet, for God’s sake
Plus, you’re such a lousy tipper.
Heaps and heaps in the hamper
Sweaters, hoodies and jeans.
Every day it’s a damper
Walking into these monstrous scenes.
Inspired by the "ruined" first line of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
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