Waterspout Poems | Examples

THE ITSY-BITSY SPIDER -MY VERSION

The itsy-bitsy spider
Came down the waterspout
Down came aa shoe
And knock the spider out
Out came the clouds
And dropped down all the rain
So, the itsy-bitsy spider
Could never climb again

Incy Wincy Spider

'The incy wincy spider went up the waterspout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the incy wincy spider went up the spout again'.

Now here is the thing you should know by now,
There is always more to the story somehow,
And Incy Wincy’s no exception to that rule,
So here’s what they never told us in school.

Now when Incy Wincy grew to be much older,
The hourglass on her back became a little bolder,
Then one fine day from the web where she lay,
She asked Mr. spider to come over and play.

I’ll guarantee a fine dinner I’ll make,
And a few liberties I might just let you take,
When he moved in for a hug, she held him tight,
He soon realized something wasn’t quite right.

It is true that beauty is only skin deep,
Deception is an art that some people keep,
So if you rush into a relationship too fast,
You might just find that it isn’t going to last.
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B Daze

Bidets may have a waterspout
So girls can wash the babies out
But water spray
Creates horseplay
If something's fishy, it's not trout!

Tulip the Fairy

The primrose droops, with Tulip’s pout,
breath-holding shade of midnight blue.
The fairy-wail    -    a waterspout.
The primrose droops with Tulip’s pout.
Intent tantrum  -  her tears devout.
Doused floral skirt with bloom askew.
The primrose droops, with Tulip’s pout,
breath-holding shade of midnight blue.

1/26/2022
Caren Krutsinger’s Triolet Contest

Rain

Misty sleeting engaging sprinkles
Drops of mornings dews
Gales waters tinkles
Water droplets sun embraced rainbow hues
Rain

Silent Sea breeze sprinkling
I crave the silent splendid breeze
Tradewind showering
I hear the mountains sneeze

The clapping steroid seasoning
Waterspout
Nature's faucet turned on flowing
When will, when will the rain
Stop

5/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

It Was a Good Morning Until

It was a good morning until Jack and Jill went up the hill.
It was a good morning until we got the call that Humpty Dumpty sat upon the wall.
It was a good morning until Little Bo Beep has lost her sheep.
It was a good morning until in the town we heard that London Bridge is falling down.
It was a good morning until we heard, hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle.
It was a good morning until Little Ms. Muffet Sat on a tuffet.
It was a good morning until Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
It was a good morning until Peter, Peter pumpkin eater had a wife and could not keep her.
It was a good morning until Hickory Dickory dock the mouse ran up the clock.
It was a good morning until we heard the shout that the itsy-bitsy spider went up the waterspout.
It was a good morning until we heard about five little monkeys jumping on the bed, one fell off and bumped his head.
It was a good morning until in the land Mary had a little lamb.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021.

In Her Garden

The flowers here share space among tomatoes and squash
     Cascading colors of red, purple, white and green bursting out
          Tinkling bell of flute songs arise to tell all is well 
               Grace of the chime’s call lures me to the garden’s waterspout
                    I let bare toes savor cool textures of the greenest cut grass
                         Inviting a repose, I pull up a chair next to the red rose
                         Watching bees spread their joy to her flowers in fragrant mass
                     I feel the ripening glow of red juiciness against skin begin
               My body flutters like the leaves of the apple tree
          Alive with the energy and calm found in abundance here
     I roam the garden in tranquility, completely carefree
Enjoy a garden cocktail full of nature’s bliss and kiss

Holy-

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Your heart so far, mind, spirit, soul..
Holy
By the grave I saw the storms
I crave the solemn, saintly Santos
Demon Santos without a voice
Worship Lucifer by choice
I was a waterspout and you a hell
And its eyes have all the frosting
I have dreamed of the saints
Through which came revering, revering, revering
They are perfumed from unseen paints
By the grave I saw the worshipers
I felt compelled to sniff the tornadoes
Suddenly, I heard some describing
HolyAMEN


6/10/19

Tossing Crush To the Sharks

This is just a rouged crush it will quickly pass.
Like a waterspout passing over the fisherman.
At times lonely can erect a shimmering mirage.
Turn rock hard common sense into a flaccid collage.
Never mistake it for love- it's just a flash of pyrite.
Amidst the howl in a harsh - starless night.

Infatuation is nothing more than a cay of fantasy.
Stay to long and the bones will garnish the beach.
When you're not seeking love, it'll silently kiss the heart.
You'll forget about all the crush and toss it to the sharks.

A Storm Is Brewing

A storm is brewing in the azure ether
Somber clouds loom with thunderbolts
Shadows enshrouded small seaside town
Tides crashes with ire against the rocks

Inner turmoil seethes in Lara's addled mind
Racing thoughts haunt through the years
Double personality was an escape from reality
Evincing the forbidden behavior by society

Cloudburst flooded the fishing coast by hours
Paralyzing a town when time seems stand still
Waterspout appeared in the fierce ocean waves
Desolating Cape Fishing Town without mercy

Shiny sun rays appeared in the sky after the storm
As a sign of hope between the desolated scene
Lara came out from the basement used as shelter
The inner and outer tempest concluded synchronously


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4-17-2016

Mandated By Another's Maxim

Side stepping love's starfish sun bathing about, time's shores....
While amoeboid parasites these sponges in resilient, take up residence
Atop her capital hill; residuum's resonant evil kismet's, true, liverwort lobbyist 
Waterspout gargoyles autism's algae tortuous angleworms this, immoral's realities ?
Shuttered truths antipodes their view; his shad's tenement tete-a-tete's, voodoo virtuosity.

Waterspout

Dark gray culumus
bonds the aquamarine sea--
Whirling waterspout

Waterspout/Calm

.                           Waterspout
                         Majestic, powerful
                    Twisting, churning, dipping
              Tornado, whirlwind, stillness, peace
                 Resting, soothing, allaying
                       Tranquil, assuage
                                 Calm

The Waterspout

with terror frozen hard in his eyes,
           he glimpses at the darkening sky,

                        at the swells of the brooding sea,
                                      at the grumbling clouds above,

                                               swirling and whirling downward
                                               and upward upon the restless sea,

                                      he wills his frail frame to cling tight
                       to his overturned canoe that dips

           to the rising temper of the waves,
and the nightmare begins...at last!

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