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Barefoot we spent our time in spring, Just giggling kids - how sweet the dream. Both we and love were blossoming. We'd splash inside a cool fresh stream. Our time in spring - how sweet the dream! A few years passed; there came an ache for something more in summertime. We felt such heat! Down by the lake we soothed our ache. It was sublime down by the lake in summertime! The decades fled. An autumn love now finds us strolling casually along a shore. An ocean of devotion flows deep as the sea. An autumn love - deep as the sea! For the Manassian Quintain Contest of Craig Cornish
Beside the rustic harbor stands a lighthouse on a hill It keeps a watchful vigil o'er the waters deep and still At night the harbor waters shine almost as bright as day And nothing is as beautiful as moonlight on the bay The shores stretch out their golden arms along the rugged land The waters seem to sing and dance across the golden sand A cool and salty ocean breeze blows softly through my hair As tiny sparkling water droplets gently fill the air I stand next to the water's edge and listen while it sings The water seems to know the gentle comfort that it brings I long to have you at my side beside the shining sea While list'ning as the water brings your image back to me Though we are very far apart I still can see your smiles As the water whispers soft and sweet across the many miles I hear your sparkling laughter and it softly seems to say "I love you", and it fills my heart like moonlight on the bay
Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I've concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She'll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
I am not a rain dog With my tail between my legs Dying to run home in haste Away from showers that gradually increase And then come pounding heavily down Like sheets of splintered pearly glass I am not a loner Who leads a wasted life On doorsteps sharing aching pain With others who live rough Deprived of warmth and comfort I am a lover I inhale the smell Enjoy the caressing feel Of seductive teasing raindrops They fall around With sweetest sound Passionate the call It echoes I hear water ---------------------------- 16th October, 2014 Contest: "I do not know" Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Placed: 4th
Glist'ing drops Splashing into fine mist— I become one with the waterfall. Feeling joy As droplets kiss my face And enter my soul's most sacred place. Crystalline, Anointing me with love, Sustaining all life forms on the Earth. Gratitude For each divine droplet; A cascading veil of purity. © Connie Marcum Wong Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud November 3, 2014
From high up The rushing water leaps A daring dive into the unknown. Unrestrained It tumbles down, eyes closed Savouring the adrenalin rush Of bold youth; It flows in breathless flight Crystalline streaks of exuberance. Deafening The roar of fulfilment As waters meet and avidly merge. -------------------------------------------------- Paul Callus ~ 29th October, 2014 Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline. [It consists of 4 stanzas of 3 lines each. The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9.] Contest: Some Form Of Crystalline Sponsor: nette onclaud Placed: 4th
I love to feel the water As it cascades over my face, I love to feel you touch me Through my satin and lace I'm needing to be engulfed In the waters falling fast I'm needing your embrace Our time will forever last. I love the tingling feeling As it sprays across my spine Setting ,my senses reeling Like bubbly sparkling wine. The rushing of the stream Getting all my juices going The passions that I scream It's power keeps on flowing I love how I feel inside As we make love beneath that fall The nerve ends set a tingling The passion says it all. Let me come make your fantasy real I'll drown in your passionate kiss We'll get close. we'll touch we'll feel Forever this day, we'll reminisce Penned 21 September 2014 by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts
Lake, Water and Sun Blue lake stirs the youthful mind, water shines then invites us on in. Sunshine covers this rare new find as delight gives each a big grin- the youthful mind, invites us on in. Work done, we have no more chores sweet time for living life instead. Sun beams hot upon these shores- cool waters splashes upon each head- upon these shores, living life instead Is this a Nirvana with a bad twist, rhapsody set to fine angelic tunes; love leaping through a watery mist? Will love burn out into the dunes- with a bad twist...out into the dunes.
Hearing the waters Translucent lavender flow Imagination Enriched blind, senses kick in Silence abounds, clothes in fall Naked to bare dip Porcelain to porcelain Glass of champagne chinks Lapping ripples in caress Submerged delights allure me Patiently I wait Her cue, for me to approach Encroach, I go through Eyes, eye, tanned undulations When said bubbles dissipate .
Knee deep in surf The water clung to her Changing silk gown To wrinkled shiny skin Never had I envied ocean water so But then t'was I who'd let her go Drowning in green eyes With fear of clinging ties Holding me back
Enter a storybook tale Where I can be The heroine you hail Lucid dreams of soft reflection A touch heated with lust and desired protection A breathe a gasp as we succeed Join the fairytale with me Valiant night within dark eyes the right movement and I make them shine like moonlight on the steamy hot spring care to follow for a little dip with me Trailing like the water at my fingertips Grasp me around my hips As close as the breeze on my skin Whisper lies as I let you in Lips mumbling up my thighs bare heart exposed to the sky fire burning in my veins Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave Trembling with desire Take me till we've lost count of the hours enter this storybook tale Where I can be the heroine you hail
Splashing in muddy puddles Cleansing the dirt and grime away Moist and wet staving off the heat Refreshing on this sweltering day Flowing and free coming after me Crisp, clear, and blue can't live without you You were the center of my youth long days in the pool drinking you out of the hose Didn't mind you were so cool That first time sitting on the riverbank trying to catch a fish or two falling in love with nature for that I have to thank you Days at the lake boat rides, late night skinny dips watching the moon glistening off you that time I kissed her lips Flowing and free coming after me crisp, clear, and blue can't live without you A glass of champagne in the hot tub Making love in the shower Enhancing our senses Love growing beautiful as the flower Turning you into wine Blessing our first child Giving the gift of life Upon us You have smiled Flowing and free coming after me crisp, clear, and blue Oh how I love you
Waterflow Water falls in drops of liquid pearl Landing on my head first Then down my nose and my shoulders Dripping down my members. In thirst I lift my head up to drink The water descends cleansing Taking in its flow all the toxins And leaves a revived sense of being. The words You softly whisper in my mind Are like water of the purest kind They take away my fears at night And make me feel so alive. For Your love is like a spring of life That ever flows from on high. By CarolineCecile Copyright Nov. 2011
Why must I hear the tempting gurgle Of the life giving stream A sound wet with promise Of refreshment Why must I see The alluring rush of movement Liquid heaven An enticing flow Beckoning me to immersion Why must I but lie here Dying for want of water? The sandpaper of my lips Not even welcoming A tongue cracked With not a drop of moisture to bring relief To assuage the grief Or parched dreams My throat constricts contractions that fail to produce Life I'm dying My skin dry I lie Devoid of liquid to cry tears Why? WHY? Why Am I here Beside this life giving stream Tormented Where is the angel To lift my weary head And gently pour this water On my waiting lips Patiently ministering Again and again Liquid healing Waiting…. Till I'm somewhat revived To carry me Slowly Purposefully into waiting watery wetness of heaven Until I am baptized In liquid bliss I'm dying here Here on the edge I see I hear I can almost taste Feel The stream of your love bathing me quenching me freeing me healing me Forbidden to drink Forbidden to taste Forbidden to touch Forbidden to love Forbidden to LIVE But why? Why must I die? When the water of life Is nearby Eileen Manassian Ghali
Nature in all her glorious splendor Serves as reminder in loves fall For only you bequeath this tremor In depictions of images I recall Effortlessly you breath life in me In seasons young and guileless A fragrant rush of healing breeze A pastel sunset in reverent silence Your masculine beauty staggers in part Like the rapid beat of hummingbirds wings Causing incalculable pulses in my heart A timeless consciousness of a dream Your a sanctuary of waters In forms numerous in theme Like raindrops bathe the pauper Or my feet dangling in a stream You walk with me in rainbows shadow Forming hope through foaming falls You entertain me with puddles shallow And secure me in the surfers transparent walls Your kisses like water cascading Over my lonely emerald lands Your strength like waves fiercely bracing Stillness on morning lake the moment you hold my hand Your an offering like a summer rain My covering like winters snow My sustaining element of life The ceasing of the tears you know Your my future journey my waterway The current that carries me home Your the deep pool where our children play Our bond powerful like water smoothing river stones A thousand deaths of life I'd suffer If of you my world were to be deprived Like the earth of water left uncovered For your waters are the celebration of my life
The Meaning of Love Sitting on the water the moon dipping in his toes Water rippling down, towards the sea it goes. Making love under the moonlit sky so bright As one together, on one never-to-be forgotten night. Ripples of water matched by ripples of fear Trembling together but not even near Eons apart but matched in one thought It cannot be stopped, it cannot be fought. The moon need not be there, the river may dry up The stars never seen, the wine they did not sup Together they can be as one without even a touch In thought and word only, the passion too much. To fetch the passion to it's desired end Words of love and time one needs to spend To come and reach the final conclusion Together as one, it is no illusion. Happiness can be reached though eons apart Though time and circumstance tug at the heart To never be alone in word thought or deed Always to be there, when the other is in need. © 22/12/2012 ~GG~
Chiromancer Placed inside some wisp of perfections chalice The intonations gather which The tears have shed For gratitude released their happiness I loved you some when in another life Where the pink purple forest bows Hung their silver leaven halls In marble sunsets painted wash on cloistered walls Their reminiscence of Arabian ankle bells As you walked barefoot through blue grass fields The moons luminescent as soft pale to your skin Echo timeless on a blanket of stars These iridescent reveries linger in cobweb threads Set bejewelled in morning mist They brush the glitter-frosted powder from your cheek Dream you are awake, eternal, sleeping Princess I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake Should time bring chill the mountains to your feet And shades drown the light of auburn hair Remember me then; where your dreams began I will always be waiting there So etched in the fairy tale lines of our hands Was a destiny life had just not planned As we danced in the wake of hearts tidal wave United some day to the promise we made some when I love you next time in another life Though in each time I have asked you to be my wife The curious connections of infinite souls Will never let you go I love you this time in the calligraphies of ink Kismat writ in both our palms lovers make Standing on the water rivalled glitter of the sun Falling maiden of the Crystal Lake
New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time. New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand. Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind. Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn't think it was possible. Now the age of reasoning comes into play, now is the time for deep thought. The devil calls for pain, in waves that crash on this body like water on rock. No visible damage but over time it wears it down to nothing, little by little. Plunging into the deep end surrounding the mind and clouding the vision. Breathing is impossible, gasping for air only brings water into the lungs. This feels like dying. This feels like numbing. This feels better than living.
A quiet stream in a secret place I look in the water and see your face Sitting here beside me The way we were before you left me You touched my hand so tenderly And promised this was how we'd always be And now I sit here all alone With just a memory to cling on Foolish one they would say Did you really think he would stay He was never yours one would say And your foolish heart drove him away Now I sit in a world of my own Sitting here all alone Maybe they were right but look there in the water I see His face smiling up at me He has come back to me But alas t is the last thing I see
Hands joined,we approach our secret serene getaway we slowly undress as goosebumps rise more from anticipation than the slight chill in the wind again,hands together our feet splash the surface of the waterfalls pool like playful children's excitement we embrace as we feel the water envelope us with its cool power and watch the colors of rainbows form in the mist at the falls edge Hidden behind the rush of fall momentary peace we share as the water seems to cleanse all our troubles away immediately Fore we know,it's only the magic of the moment.....magical rainbows
Seated near the water weeping, Lonely maiden in deep despair. Whippoorwills were snugly sleeping, Boughs were drooping, weeping willow. Flowing gown surrounded in sorrow, Gentle goddess softly sobbing. Moonlight misty, sweet magnolia. Tears like diamonds dripping, dropping. Betrayed, dismayed, spirit shattered, All was lost by cruel deception. Without the one true love that mattered, Death arose in her reflection. Slowly walked into the water, Footprints left upon the sea shore. Ripples radiated heaven's daughter, Sorrow departed forever more. Seated near the water weeping, Lonely lover in deep despair. Whippoorwills were snugly sleeping, Boughs were drooping, weeping willow.
The beach this morn was wonderful The waves came thrashing down They were wild and white and foaming And their voices thundered round A lonely figure walked the sand Her head bent down and sad And if you were up closer You could see the tears where out The sky was dark and cloudy The rain was falling light The wind was napping somewhere And the water felt like ice I watched that figure walking With a black dog by her side A memory in me stirred somewhere Of times that where not right She pulled her jacket closer As if to shut it out The thoughts that did invade her Or memories that did shout And all the times the waves came in They didn't ever change They licked her feet and washed them And then went out again. As I sat there and I watched her That figure all alone I wondered if she registered The lack of sun that shone The day seemed very fitting For one so sad as she The misty rain, the dampened air The water round her feet. I wondered as I watched her From whence her thoughts did come Had someone precious died here Or had a love undone She didn't even see me Her thoughts so far away I think if there where people here She maybe wouldn't stay There was nothing I could do here Her thoughts where all her own I felt she needed solitude And time to mull the groan I stood there, and I left then A lonely figure, I I pulled my jacket round me My black dog by my side.
Will you love me naked? Reveal yourself to me? The secret desire's that arouse your senses and terrify your conscience. There is nothing that you can not tell me, like water I will wash over the stones and reeds that have become part of the stream, flowing recklessly through your soul. Let me be the water bearer, collecting the dreams and passion from the river of the man that is you. Nakedness, so pure, so untamed, so beautiful. Pour me your truth, and I shall drink, my truth offered in return I stand before you holding out a glass in my hand Will you love me naked? I ask this, as I begin to show myself to you.
Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 2/2 Prelude This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the place where the divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda. O, Please tell me, what should I do, Speak a word, to extinguish my worries, I cannot live, without seeing, The alluring face of our naughty Krishna. O, please tell my friend, how should I manage it, What plea and excuse dear, I can tell in my home, How to go back to home, without Gagariya and Chunri, Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me. Stunned and mesmerized, by the magic of our Krishna, I stand here only, in a state of being sweetly robbed, Instead of searching my Chunri and Gagariya, O Sakhi, I am trying to touch his alluring image only, in the water. Ravindra Kanpur India 26 10 2010 (Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup) Clarifications: *Radha. Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord Krishna. She was the beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness. *Krishna. Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the Bhagavata Purana or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being. *Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond or wells. * Chunariya. A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on the bosom to cover them. Punghat. Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women of India. *Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend
Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene. Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year. Of Master's love and your's my friend of wisdom's grace may I glean, As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season's cheer. Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind. Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year. Welcome is thy mouth, of abundant life spout, pour in new wine. We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear. Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year. I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should. Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer. My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life, welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year. Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife. By the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear! Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven's gate! Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year, my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait. A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept's fear. Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected. Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year, `Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected. Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer! For contest: Holiday Home Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.
A new photograph floats to the surface Playfully dressing up as the world around me Hat, striped socks and all Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment Before sinking back into my ocean mind. One after another they arrive Single file, Steeping my eyes in the world As the minds shutter, ever fluttering Strings together this conscious stream I play in. My photographs fade in time's wrinkled arms. Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor, They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself: Who am I? Jacob Reinhardt 10/3/2013
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world. One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends. She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn't stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud. The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall. Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months. The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up . I've been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray! The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB. They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers. Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they're not white like daisies they're not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil. The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. as they were called WEEDS .. The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don't choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance. However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn't have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water . The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ? She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
The postcard reads"Wish You Were Here" Then I see the sea of loves wave on how We behave... The sea waves rush and Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes Of extremely salty water gives water gives Us both a potent pinch. Your surfboard stands High nearly touching the clear blue sky. The sun Of sweet love has us sweating from strenuous Activity. Oh in glee we are both surfing in the Sea of sweet love getting soaking wet from Below and above. The postcard reads "Come Join Me" Then us surfing in the sea of sweet Love will no longer be fantasy but reality. Surfing in the sea of love drenching the Surfboard roughing the waves that won't Behave and that's okay. One day the postcard Will read "What a wonderful vacation1 Y'all come Back to love nation." Surfing in the sea of sweet Love is a vacation to savor on any board like Surface. Surfing in the sea of sweet love is A dream worth having to get pinched by the Saline waves. Surfing in the sea of sweet love Is what is by both of us craved. Come over Here and ride the waves, the postcard says!
Real love is like water from tropical mountains It will find ways to flow down from the hills Wild water is draw by forming beautiful river Battered and tumbling down to kiss big boulders Made noisy to cruise a hundred miles of destination The birds and flowers cheering together in the excursion Running water made high ways to reached the amazing journey A journey that river and ocean met and lived happily What a wonderful world man be falling in love Find ways in reaching the impassable road of love Building a strong meaning of loveliness And vanished all doubts meaning of loneliness
Headwaters, Of the world's flowing souls, Cresting to flight and misting rainbows. Everyone. Searching for another. To endure sacrifices behold, Cascading Heart's ladles dip into Basins of memories in plunge pools. Waterfalls, From the rapids of youth, To the flat waters of golden years ---------------------------------------------- Entrant: Rob Carmack Contest: Some Form of Crystalline Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline 11.02.14
A Poem to love To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind And heart intensely. From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings Have touched me very deeply. Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without Claiming that this is the best. Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem In light in the light of its real beauty: The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only Pains and agonies to her. But, when she sees her actual love Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see In this beautiful poem: Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet. Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937), one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature "Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen She cared only to love And to whom she should give her heart, She had no desire to know And the one to whom she sold her precious heart, Was asking a price for the same The greedy even took away The only treasure of pains and memories from her She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart And her love was coming totally unaware, She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to Make the path slippery So that her love may walk slowly And she may behold her love, a little more The longing of her life may get fulfilled And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes Making it more difficult to recognize her face As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face" Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to Late Jai Shanker Prasad. Ravindra Kanpur India 29th January 2010
A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare "Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! " Showering in the rain, Draining the pain! Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand, Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming under fiercing winds, Thanks nature for benevolently so kind! Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar, Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar! Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake, So that I can make an icy snowflake! That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here". Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Prelude This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to please everyone of Gukul village by his loving playfulness. Gokul is the place where the divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda about 5000 years back. Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2 When the golden rays of Sun peeped, From behind the hanging dark clouds, My mind bloomed touching the rays, As flowers bloom seeing the Sunshine, O my friend, I came to Punghat*, To collect water from the river, And was about to dip and fill it, In my empty earthen, Gagariya*, Suddenly Krishna,* appeared there, From where, I do not know, Sakhi*, My Gagariaya*, slipped from my hand, Even my Chunariaya* also drifted away, Now, how to go home tell me, my friend, Without, the water pot and water, From where, I can get my Chunariaya*, To cover myself, before I reach home. Such is the magic of Krishna & his flute, They enchants our mind & heart, Sakhi, O, even I hear, the melodies of his flute, When he is nowhere, around me, O Sakhi, You also feel, as I feel, for our dear Krishna, Suffering as I suffer, still smiling in our hearts my friend, Does the melodies, of his ever enchanting flute, Lives in your mind and heart, like me, O, Sakhi. Ravindra Kanpur India 23 10 2010 (Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup) Clarifications: *Radha. Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord Krishna. She was the beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness. *Krishna. Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the Bhagavata Purana or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and theological traditions.] *Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond or wells. * Chunariya. A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on the bosom to cover them. Punghat. Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women of India. *Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend
"Penny Paramours" tossed copper penny into wishing well tingling sound splashing into water of dreams envisioned eagerly a vivid magic spell creating cherished visual delight in themes. tingling sound splashing into water of dreams radiate emotions as penny cascades creating cherised visual delight in themes bright as sunbeams in orange marmalade. radiate emotions as penny cascades vibrant romance escalates to love bright as sunbeams in orange marmalade two hearts entwine to pair of turtledoves. vibrant romance escalates to love tossed copper penny into wishing well two hearts entwine to pair of turtledoves envisioned eagerly as vivid magic spell. *Rhyming Pantoum Sequence: ABAB BCBC CDCD DADA *For Rhonda and Cyndi's Penny Pantoum Contest. *August 30, 2012.
Your glorious emerald eyes Glisten in the moonlight Glisten in the moonlight Delight dances in the water I watch it joyfully You are set free from the cage... You're like a dove soaring in the sky You are the rain... drizzling down in ecstasy A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection... When you caress me... I'm relieved... From the stress that forced me in chains I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow We're glistening in the moonlight I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us We're glistening in the moonlight For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy I saw at first glance the dark side of you Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye... We'll wave a greeting at the moon! We glisten in the moonlight... What if I was as handsome as the lion... Roaring with pride and pure courage What if we were glistening in the moonlight? Would it bring health to our bones tonight? Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight? Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight? Would we be shimmering like a candlelight? We're glistening in the moonlight... (6) Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh... We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star I feel the coolness run down my fingers... We're glistening in the moonlight You're the dandelions in the fields You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday When you kiss me, I live my dreams We glisten in the moonlight In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal I roam inside of your illuminating maze Glow on... sunshine... Glow on...sunshine... Glisten in the moonlight... Listen to the truth and rub it in You are ravishing like the sunset But you're ascending while I'm descending I feel extremely guilty I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight You're glistening in the moonlight (6) Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh You're glistening in the moonlight (4) We go our own way I wish we can glisten like the moon Glisten like the sun There's a dream concealed inside of me... Reveal your light and pour it upon me You glisten in the appealing moonlight While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams Of gliding across the horizon You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction While I'm below you... Your emerald green eyes Stared me down like a hawk... Your emerald eyes Gaze down at me genuinely... I wish we could flee together in reality... That could be a possibility To glisten in the moonlight in glee We were glistening in the moonlight (3) But that was only a dream... I'll pray that it turns into a reality We were glistening in the moonlight Now, I've misplaced my delight... Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?
Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Feel me standing there on the draw bridge that stands stubburn and erect over the rushing waters blown by the wind back and forth. I listened to the crows posted on gargoils designed of eightenth century Gothic architecture singing their death songs, when the sun is setting in the far. The voices of women passing startle me with a feeling of sorrow I can't breathe, I am dying. Feel me, can you feel me rot away? Slowly but surely rot away as time passes with ease, and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop and wave to me to get in. "No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees rattling around in their empty minds. Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner. I look at the rushing water and feel myself rot away slowly but surely rot away. Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Can you see me? Feel my heart thump with slow paces that manage to keep up with fast melodies. Of songs that play in your mind only the ones that make you sigh and think those one days in Spring time as you walked over the draw bridge and paid no mind to the water underneth. I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk of the good old times we all shared. Time has passed, as I take my last breathe and hold my chest and shead a tear. Feel me, can you? If you can, put your hand to my weak heart and feel it thump away with every second wasted on useless items. Now, see me a man of one time greatness reflect his life with a reflection in the water below. How I sigh and cry and breath heavely, as I feel myself rot away. The voices of woman pass me by. Tomorrow is a new day, for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags. As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows, feeling myself rot away. Can you feel me without you, rotting away? I surely can feel myself rot. Such a heavy word, "rot" So vulgare, yet a great description of me, without you. I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it. As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory of you away. And I shall weep no more. Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets and think of you. Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head like a lose screw. Can you feel me? Feel me rot away feel me think about you, and all your works. Can you feel me?
The rain which brought me back To my childhood It is heavily raining, while I am writing these lines. Opposite my house it was raining all around, I could see only rains and the showering clouds every where Loaded with the rain drops and water to engulf everything. A Street female dog with its two puppies Was lying on a small gravel heap to protect her puppies, The more she tried to take them under her small belly More the rain started flooding the roads and even the footpath. My wife was asking me to do something to protect, The female dog and her two small puppies or else they die. Taking small umbrella of my wife on my head, I took a thick polythene big bag and cut it to Cover a bigger area to protect the road female dog and the puppies and Came out of my house gate in bathroom slippers only, To feel and touch the beauty of rainwater, Once again after many- many years. After crossing the road I reached near the dog When I look into her eyes, the female dog was telling a different story, The language of silent thanks I could read in her eyes, As she was helplessly trying to protect the puppies Without anything to support her thoughts. After stretching the polythene on them And putting two three small bricks on both ends I felt a sigh of relief from the coverage of the dogs. My wife became really happy, when she saw, The puppies and the female dog under a sheet of protection, The joy and satisfaction in her eyes was bigger than that of me, Because, animals and birds are always, Her greatest weakness and strengths too. While crossing the road to reach my house back I touched and faced the waves of rain water Touching my foots and my legs too and they were Forcing me to remain there, to experience water streams, Running on the roads, when it rains so heavily. In those memorable moments, I really wanted to take a paper boat like a child And to throw them on the water running all around me For a moment I was in my real childhood days. O thank you God and thank you O Nature and your lovely rains For giving me an opportunity to once again Be in my childhood days. Ravindra Kanpur India 30th June 2011 2.00 pm. IST The Photo of the female dog with its puppes, which I took when the Rains were over is placed on face book page http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/photo.php?fbid=196894523694537&set=a.114474218603235.25716.100001219732381&type=1&theater
In the void, sipping the zoid, with mental properties of tripping on the spiral. Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning. With upside down tunnel vision leaking through. Solidifying all matter that matters, melting into the walls of your brain. It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes, satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern. Bleeding purple from the rainbow, and turning into swirls of diamonds. Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild. Where the shadows stop the spirited scream. Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity, bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear, situated in your flesh from birth to death. It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye, dancing with your spirit and licking your soul. Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria. Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds. Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise. Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms, mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures. These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise. Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste. Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter. Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are... Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, too long have we rendered your pain. The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. I'll never surrender as demons always circle. Today, begins a new day of our fight. And I have a good feeling about this day. Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. Always ready for we accept our fear. We accept our hate and everything in between. Accept it all for what it really is. No amount of doubts will over throw us. Onward, to peace.
They walked together side by side - the old man and the boy on the bridge across the river They could have walked thus across the river of life with its eternal flow I watched them and thoughts filled my mind of the un-bridged gap between their lives The old man - with faltering step he moves slowly on His life has been lived and his house is in order as he patiently awaits the call of his maker What are his thoughts at this moment as he moves on? Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow over some incident in the past so difficult to bear that after all these years the wound is not yet healed? Are they of someone he loved as a youth but lost through folly? Was she beautiful? Did her eyes sparkle like the sunlight on the water below? He looks at the water sighing deeply and nods his head Or is he thinking of the young one at his side so innocent so pure soon to be plunged into a world where life rushes madly on? How shall he fare? Who will warn him of the pitfalls? These thoughts plague the old man's mind and hurt his noble heart But then he smiles as he remembers that in his younger days his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel the sting of life's joys and sorrows by itself There is no substitute for experience for though we know we may be hurt in love or life yet we walk on toward the very thing that may hurt us so
We are out on a small pond in a boat A blue row boat floating on the surface I recite lovely poems that I wrote The moment is electric sent with grace I softly touch her smooth skin on her face We face each other with a tender look Seeing how our love is read like a book We're sent slowly into the pond beyond Our gaze and our souls aligned on a hook A kiss on the mouth is how we respond Russell Sivey
I sit here by the window and watch quietly as the train moves along Outside I see land - wild beautiful land still untouched by man and it creates within me a feeling that is wild and boundless The beautiful trees in many places so closely clustered together though of mixed species seem to cry out a message of love and unity to all mankind I see flowers - plain simple flowers there is a beauty in them - the beauty of simplicity There are children on the hillsides - the country folk people call them My heart sings as I watch them They know us not on the train but yet they wave at us and we wave back at them because their action is filled with some sentiment that is pleasing to us Shimmering little pools of water pulsating with life appear and then vanish out of sight but the picture of life within them remains with me The cows and the horses graze in the pastures some sit others browse slowly along O how I envy their leisurely pace of life!
two hits and i'm hanging off cliffs, listening to water drip. watching moss fall like snowflakes. nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me. the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures. even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria. my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don't mind. the four shades of green blend to create a forest- with each exhale, branches move in tandem. and a salty tear falls from my eye, reminiscent of what once was here.
Where is good when you falls in love someone at a wrong time Where is good when you are in the right time at a wrong love Where is good when you meet the right love at a wrong place Where is good when you are in the right place at a wrong love All these questions makes me wonder I wonder why the high clouds is touching over the mountains Just to join sympathy in the times of sadness and loneliness Then the rains pour down and spray the wild trees and flowers Just giving your life to become fruitful in times of happiness All these questions makes me wonder Why does the storm make it cloudy while you are crying Why does the sun is mostly shiny while you are laughing Why the swallow water making noise when you are getting angry Why the high tide water keep it silent when you are so lovely All these questions makes me wonder Someone is asking what is love when there is no tomorrow We have yesterday but never today that could bring for tomorrow Love is full of queries that no one knows to tell the answer No one needs to explain because only heart dictates you to answer All these questions makes me wonder
Written August 21, 2013 There's a girl in the garden She's messing with your rose bed Plucking weeds out from your head And watering the seeds in your bed But where will she wander When the roses are dead Will she come back for more When they turn back to red She can run all alone Write this story in stone On concrete slabs Of skin and bone
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
ravaged empty bed clouds building, gully washer flood me with your love David Meade Live Generously
Don't be confused, I'll tell ya what I see The girl in your mirror, she's the girl for me Your drowning in doubt, gonna help ya out Not pushing ya down, just turning ya around So you can clearly see, who I want to be Your man.. Oh girl, I want ya alive and free I love to see you on fire, my only desire Forbidden says who, girl don't be so blue Only thing we're destroying here is fear So jump in baby, the water is so fine Drown in my arms, be only mine, only mine Be only mine.. Only mine! Date: 9-11-14
I know you. Candles lit, incense fuming, You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough. Blankets thrown about the room So recklessly, they refold themselves. And we roll down a hill together, Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes, Laughing with our hearts. "You'll just leave me for the next girl you find." "Yes," I say. Because only Nothing Lasts forever. And it spills through the cracks in your hands The moment you grasp it. Like water from a stone. She bites my neck Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails Spilling into me, fighting my words. "I leave when the sun sets."
her alabaster lips did drown the sea with rage that fateful dawn. how beautiful with skin so pale, her alabaster lips. did drown the roar of waves and shredded sail. Poseidon's wrath on human pawn. her alabaster lips did drown. the sea with rage that fateful dawn...
Rain sweeps reckless, outside wind does roar scattering debris on water soaked lawn; in beam of streetlight the rain does pour from midnight till the break of dawn, until swollen black cloud is gone. He flung open the door to modest abode as rain swept daring outside the door; he looked to be like a drenched tree toad walking in puddles across my floor, flinging his hat and coat that he wore. His face burned with summer now dripping wet with water drizzling down his taut cheek; his brow beaded up like fiery sweat with soaked shirt showing off his physique, he appeared so young and sheik. In his doused brawny arms I purposely fell his lips dripping wet and wedged apart; he had me under his brash seductive spell before I knew what was in my heart, I was his Bacall, he my sexy Bogart. Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
You!! You, I say you on the guitar? Do you know who you are? Or are you just an angel without a name? I see your heart my sister!! And you do not sing for fame!!! No, you live and love and play and dance to praise that man who Reigns!! You!! You singing on the microphone? Do you feel alone? Or do you know dear brother Seraphim, that you help to put us in that zone? To bow down low in honor?, Of he who sits high on the throne?!!! You!! You dancing in the corner, with your hands lifted high, Do you feel sometimes like you wish you'd die? Or do you know that when you dance, my Savior's hands you untie? To give us joy deep in our hearts and free our minds from lies? My sister, I'm just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times, My brother, I'm just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes, And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks, I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs, But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go, You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show, For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin, And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win, For worship is the weapon of Sons and Daughters Divine, For worship is the key to life and an end to these dark times, For worship is a refuge in a world of sinister sounds, For worship is a space ship that goes to realms of God renown, For worship is my best friend's and my eldest brother's great delight, For worship is the celebration of that freedom for which I fight, Man can you see it? Worship is light!! Worship is tight! Worship makes me take flight! Worship ain't black and worship ain't white, Worship is the power of love to wield the True Savior's might!! My sister, I'm just a warrior, whose run in fear too many times, My brother, I'm just a warrior, who fights the dark one with my rhymes, And I press the boundaries of our justice for those who fall beneath the cracks, I press in against the evil one, who puts this hatred on our backs, But you? You see beyond this evil to a place I long to go, You reach into the light of God, and the path to right you show, For you bring the water of music to wash away our sin, And because you choose to worship her, this battle we shall win,
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you; rather than you are always changing in your creation. When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. Demons are feeling homesick. Be true to everything you are and thrive on. We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. The most dangerous are the ones unknown. She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. Her magic is infested in my desire. She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts. She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity. Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul. She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.
DR Masaru Emoto took water from the same source, divided it in two containers, one container he labelled LOVE, the other HATE. He then froze both containers and put them under a microscope. The container labelled LOVE formed the most beautiful crystals, the one labelled HATE formed ugly dishevelled shapes. The same test has been repeated countless times all over the world. When water has been exposed to loving kind thoughts, beautiful pictures, music, such as Beethoven etc, it freezes in the most beautiful crystals. Water, when exposed to thoughts of hatred, pictures, such as Adolf Hitler, heavy metal music, have all tuned out ugly and dishevelled when frozen. Water is the driving force of all nature, if the world, you, and me, are made up of 70% to 90% water, and our thoughts shape water, how are your thoughts shaping you? . WATER Trickling down my window pane I see magic, more than rain Consciously or unconsciously, effecting our brain Understanding water, life will never be the same A conscious awareness, a memory to It affects my thoughts, my life, and you The world, you and I, are three quarters water It can change your life, your thoughts it alters What you would find inconceivable Scientific facts have proved believable Water has an effect on whatever you're thinking It will take you high or leave you sinking When you next drink water, think love and gratitude Your life will change and so will your attitude DR Masaru Emoto, his words are true Look him up, I dare you! HEY POETRY SOUPERS, YOU CAN READ THIS FROM THE BOTTOM UP TOO!!!
You left me! You left me! You left me! And now, it's just water under the bridge. Our love is gone forever. Now! You think it's just something to laugh about? Please! Please! Return! I need your love.I want your love. I want you next to me. I am begging you to return. Please return.. You laughed at me! You laughed at me! You laughed at me! And now, it's just water under the bridge. Our love is gone forever. Gone forever, into that damned ole river. Please! Return to me! Return to me! Return to me! I need your love.I want your love. I need you next to me.. I'll have no other.. You're gone now! You're gone now! You're gone now! And I need you back. And now, it's just water under the bridge. I need your love.I want your love. I want you next to me. Forever and forever.. Please return.. Or it's just water under the bridge.. Love Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards Copyright 2004,2014.. ALL rights reserved..
Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day down by the river where I always liked to play we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand come on please be my sweet river man We can call the wild geese up with a little dab of feed or jump in the water a little too deep in that old Red River we can laugh and sing take me by the hand, make that leap Write our names in a heart in the sand you can be my sweet river man and I'll be your sweet lady river friend we can hold on for life and scare the catfish twice anything's possible that time of day my white sundress is a little bit dirty from that red water that always stays so murky I wouldn't want to be any other place than down by the river where I always liked to play and when the moon comes out tonight and the stars shine bright your sweet river lady is going to sing to her sweet river man under the moonlight watch those stars shooting in the dark as you hold me tight until we see the sun start to rise yeah down on the river where I always liked to play nothing's changed much since I was just a babe but now I share with my sweet river man, my favorite place to play
Surrounded by tropical treasures large plumed birds called in strange and beautiful ways only to be answered from another a long way away, flowers with bright petals provided a blanket of color with a dazzling array. Cascading water forms a foaming white tower falling, falling down a long wet slide broke the calm of an otherwise peaceful day. Breathtaking in speed and power the race of the falling water deafening to the ears causes the heart to race with its power. Green footprints form where the falls left their trail a lasting story of a never ending tale. Two hearts intertwined in a paradise far away from the noise of another land Lost in love like no other love two souls joined as one on a tropical sand. With passions meeting as two deeply in love a kiss - a touch - an embrace to last away from the life so far past lost in love, like no other love could be. Pulled to the sound of the never ending fall high above the turbulent pool beneath the two lovers watched the waters falling their hearts racing with the rush of the water. Arm in arm they stepped into the rush and down with the flow they went falling with unbelievable speed and power to meet the pool far beneath. Deep into the pond they fell searching for each others arms at last touching their fingers pulling each into the others arms. Lips touching the others deep and lasting the effect as they reached for the light that shown above them before they lost their breathe. Gasping with one last effort to reach that final breathe a sound was heard in the distance.. ..."Good morning America, its 6:00 a.m. in the morning, and here is the news of today...."
Drowning in her black sea of waves tumbling down her waterfall of black curls Docking my ship on her serene waters unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the Ocean of her essences that is woman Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher
I see darkness; coldness; an abyss. I feel cold; lonely; and fear. I know not of how I am able to change my current course in the sea of indifference. My oars are but a shell of the person I used to be. My boat is a hollowed out soul. The fear I feel is irrational, but it's my truth. My anchor is the pain of my anguished self. The water I float on is the tears that I can't cry and hold within. My destination is unknown but not worth the trip. My navigation equipment is the smile of yours that I will never be able to obtain. Does the course make the person or does the person make the course? Will we ever know until we get there? Is the pain of life worth the trip? When does one know when the trip is even over? When we die? Is it before our death? Is it after our death? Does it even matter? Why do we make impossible plans for our future, when our present needs the most tending? How can I allow one person dictate how I choose to course my voyage? Not anymore. I tried to hold on to you with whatever strength I had. I don't have the strength any longer. Now you are nothing more than debris in the river I am forging. Your opinion is like a drop of water in the midst of the ocean I have taken my voyage on. The tides are lower everyday because I no longer cry over you. There is nothing left for me to do, but to ride on my present course, and to find my true inner self. My course has been changed. My navigation set anew. Now my course shall be whatever I choose. No longer will it be what I think you would have me choose. Never again, will you be my tugboat. I am my own ship now!
Let me strip you from the morning dew, It is spring: listen to the raising melody in the garden, the daffodils bloom anew: let me take your tears under my custody. Down, a river runs between twin hills, The wind tries to contest the water pace, Howling and spinning blades of windmills: as my fingertips drop down by your face. Do not weep if you discover me dead, Touch my cold lips: make our breath one, on my gravestone, last words you read. Join by my side on this grave: love is gone to navigate on the stead water stream, a man cannot dream twice the same dream.
If only I could open up your eyes, As waves and seas to see I am your man, Your soul would flow with water of my cries, Protecting me through storms as walls of damn. I float to love like flowers float amidst, Gardens of green on floors of summers earth. I swim to you my love, as fishes kiss, Through storm and rain, the womb of waters birth. To let me drown would die my heart that beats, A thousand sounds that sacrifice to swim, My days would surface what hot deserts greets, Dessert for death at dawn dried out and grim. Oh what a pleasure love brings to the well, Yet without water how love sings to hell.
A fathomless mystic charade How alluring its serenade Witness nature's own masquerade Mystique that cannot be portrayed An entity most have betrayed A spirit that must be obeyed Awakened reflected cascade Diaphanous and chaotic Performance beyond hypnotic Earth's coryphée of erotic Mistaken to be quixotic A creature forcing psychotic Its soul the purest narcotic Intimate of all aquatic Enigmatical their affair Foxtrot brimming with debonair Elementally torn despair Amaurotic and unaware Of essence's lifeblood they share Their fable ready to ensnare Romance between water and air
Carry me quietly to the river Strip me, touch me, and love me I am alone Let the freezing water cover me Let it eat me alive As my mind drifts through the waves And my spirit sees its own grave Set me free Free me from everything Free everything from me
Down by the water Where the tall grasses sway And the tide's at its lowest We'll sit and spend the day You'll tell me your thoughts We'll pick shells from the sand Or maybe we'll feed the ducks And you'll let me hold your hand
Have I been summons to your presence , only to be sacrificed. In the coldness of your breath..i will be put to a icy cold death. With one word, I exist or not. It is only you whom can wear your arrogant crown of ice. You care not at all about my loss in your icy Palace of shallow glory. I will be forgotten and disquarded , not worthy of a story . To be replaced by a new form of ice , that ice will only be disquarded like I have been. There is no place in your frozen heart for anyone other then you . Are you happy with the cold Icy walls you have created in your palace Of self Worship . You worship your self Self Ice king , surrounded by Sin.
Whoever said open eyes betray emotion never knew them closed. For, love is an ocean 'til the rivers feeding it give up the ghost. I stand huddled at this puddle, puzzled, foot nuzzling the coast. No ghost or god of old pages boasted could sing these hollow notes.
Like a raging sea crashing into reality faces enlightened feelings enhightened the heart and mind pulled the urge is in full but the climax not filled the fresh water distilled the fizz and the buz goes flat and undoes the water still ripples as the mind slowly cripples the near overflow bubbles down to a low and the ocean lies still as the storm turns to a chill what may have been mellows out to a stream a slow narrow calm to stop the strong ocean harm now a flat murky lake covers the tidal heart brake gentle way out, like the tide going 'bye' re-adjusting the balance, 'so long' temporary high.. sjeg
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... Slowly as in the dream/ Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ He kisses fine/ Your eyelids / And it snows ... It snows /so slow/ It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ Waiting for summer dim/ It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ You've been looking for rescue/ You searched in wine/ But it's in me/ all the rescues are mine/ It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ But I discern the light/ Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ Prepare you for winter drowse/ And it snows/ Fallen snow/ will remind of spring / it will crumble and crackle in vain/ It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ And you'll become whole/
You are the air that I breathe The sunshine on my cheek But a shadow of a dream Mi belle magnifique
The blue waters, The green trees, The blue skies, The light breeze, The crisp air, The birds sing, The puffed clouds; The awakening.
I close my eyes in darkness While the world lies down to sleep As a father and a husband My family's mine to keep Protect them? I am willing I am always there on guard But, when I'm not and far away I trust You are, oh Lord The rising sun of morning Has my family's eyes so wide As the motor sounds of traffic Fills the air that floats outside And the people that are walking Some are jogging, some just go Makes me see, what truly is And all I really need to know God, You're there… I see you In the blue that reigns up in the sky On the breath of clouds that float on by The image of the homeless man Who still offers up his time As he asks not for, without doing first So I give water to quench his thirst To the flowers that grow in the park And the trees that children climb God, You're there… I see you While coming home at evening time Knowing my family waits for me I smile real wide as I walk along So all the world can see Maybe then they'll see just what I see And then take it on their way With hopes that they will share a smile And make better someone's day Now the sun has set, children tucked With a kiss I gave to fall asleep Standing at the door I see my wife And I feel the love she gave to keep I thank you Lord for all I have For always seeing my family through Because I know I couldn't do this alone That's why I put my faith in You God, You're there… I see you In the blue that reigns up in the sky On the breath of clouds that float on by The image of the homeless man Who still offers up his time As he asks not for, without doing first So I give water to quench his thirst To the flowers that grow in the park And the trees that children climb God, You're there… I see you
Sometimes when it comes to love its like being at the bottom of a lake Find myself holding my breath even though the water is fake The emotions are very real The feelings are life saving, but they kill Still In this water so long my skin is starting to peel I'm tough like the navy, swimmer like a seal But the abyss is too deep Steady kicking my feet My legs are growing weak Swimming for what feels like an eternity but it was really a week Putting in an effort to hold my head above water, I try my best In Lovers Lake I feel like a monster of Loch Ness Happy times like little kids Dangerous times like giant squids Seaweed from my toes to my eyelids Pain is love Love is pain Floating in this lake removes the hate stain Leave the mark of love upon my soul A girl's lifeguard is my rightful role This water is more sharp than a steel shard Wrapping around my heart like a wire thats barbed But blood refuses to leak, only H2O No director of this movie, no HBO Stranded alone in Lovers Lake, without a boat Shall I continue to kick, or just float If I find my way to shore Effect of love is no more Cleaning the lake is such a huge chore When it rains it pours Acid rain in my pores Lovers' Lake water enters my heart's doors Some people who swam in this lake have drown, body goes stale Feel like a trout, in a lake full of whale Deeper, deeper I get I guess this is it I drown Compassion king...where is my crown The fish around me frown Because the sun's rays don't reach this far down I refuse to panic As I think of the Titanic Rose and Jack Their love for each other I lack My life, my mind, my soul I need them back My thoughts are like potion Like fluid from a lake with motion Wait...this is Lovers Lake not the Atlantic Ocean I wouldn't need to be saved If I would've behaved Fell in love to the point I'm in too deep Busy thinking about her, I can't eat She's a positive reason that I can't sleep The promises I made to her, I will keep My feelings are never fake Drowning in Lovers Lake
Like a foot in the mud you press my mind for love I worry more about the naked toes exposed to broken glass And slide from it like water into a clammy ground Why have you left feathers in the nest, and to swim You straddle air, filled with phobia for so much water? We cross seas better flying in a flock on wings. O Anwar, my son, my son, so like the grass most tender Silence makes so much louder the blind lawn mower And in the wind does fly your seeds, life cannot surrender. Let me cross the sea again, I am always walking in the rain The wind blows dust into my eyes, and yes for you it pains But water flows to wash the sand away, like darkness from my face.
over waves of the sounds from the glass of the sea comes a shreak that dispersed on a night that was cursed and flys cold with a chill; it lands squarely on me my eyes did turn quick and wonder about crystal pale blue was the scenes only hue hand to my head, filled now with doubt but was there distress on that morn i awoke? with the sands at my feet; on an air crisp with sleet as the autumn sun's light had not yet full broke the question that's posed in these ramblings you'll see for she lay down beside during moonlight's high tide why that night my love left, n'er a word spoke to me?
Windswept beach of the Pacific, we would go there to meet you and crash ourselves like waves upon that shore. Seagulls circle overhead and wait for opportunity. We go circling in the sand and likewise wait. Tiring of the wait we run and burn our feet upon the scorching sand above the waters edge. How high the kite, how low the mind, comparing to the ruminating sky. Summer will not last forever on that shore; our frame will fall apart at last. And breathing as a gull we gulp the air and grasp the hand of our beloved there. We towel the wet and scrub the day which weeps and mourns in silent meditation. The ocean waits for me, with frothing foam intensity, and I will to go there willingly when the time of love is ripe.
It was wonderment. The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves. To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement. Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions. It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going. To the festivity that arose in marvelous apprehension. Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity. Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance. We floated into an elation of bewilderment. Bygone indifference; we are one. You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance. Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match. To my amazement I found her within. She was snuggled in my organism. Wrapped up in all of my thoughts. She was warm. I was connected with my wizardry. She brought out the magic in me. It was a prophecy. To be told; never old. We are undead together and full of life. We are everything and nothing and everything in between. And we are an incantation of youth. We are; limitless. Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will. This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss. Away with all devilry; we are galaxies of heavens in our oddity. I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me. My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me. My butterfly who can hold my weight. My sea in the snow; my fire in the haze. My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete. Sail through my eyes. Bring me closer to another zenith. Give me your endless sensual voodooism. My muse I adore; forever more. She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
From the side of the bridge A teardrop fell from her eye And splashed into the flowing waters Of the rippling stream passing by Away the teardrop was swept With the freshly fallen rain The rippling stream stole her tear But left behind the pain She stood staring at the stream Originating from the mountain top With water pure and clean A rippling flow that never stops She comes to this bridge Too many times to her it seems But her broken heart appears to mend After dropping tears into the stream She takes a cleansing breath Inhaling the fresh air She wipes her cheek dry And lets down her golden hair The tear is now long gone Fresh water in its place The rippling magic worked again She wore a smile upon her face Lovers may come and go Causing her heart to often ache But as long as streams still ripple Her spirit they'll never break by Joe Flach, written for Constances' Rippling Stream Contest. Written and posted on 6/1/2011
I could recall some years ago The day that sealed the deeds of the deal And dot the long journey of nine months In my calendar of the years The same brought about the cry That started the journey of my childhood… What a honey of motherhood? An answer to your heart cry You were assisted and ushered Into the labor room Like my savior was accompanied To Gethsemane and went further With the burden of sin of perishing souls He bent His knees in prayers; He sweated blood So you lingered 'un-angered' With the burden of a baby boy You genuflected in labor Fear with joy loomed in the air Swimming in the ocean tides of the clouds And I could see water dripping Down your cheeks and nostrils All because of me Could I see any one that flogged you? No! It's I beating you from within Not with cane but with pains Like a sheep before its shearer You journeyed between life and death All because of me! It would have been simple if that was all But I could see Like two of your younger ones Even of your daughter's age Shouting at you Push! Push! Push! Else you kill this baby What ridicule leading a miracle? All because of me! Push! Push! Push! That was their shout and cry That ushered me into a new world Right at their ward That was not because they're wayward It was a labor room It was labor for you That which ignited my favour What a pain heralding a gain? But it was like a pay to me I took it for a ride but It was mother's pride and joy I thought it was play Until she smacked and spanked me Yet they succeeded As they persuaded you and encouraged you Then and there with flow of water And pool of blood you pushed forth And you pushed through. I thought it was a favour and for my good Only to see her hand carried me As if she was all out to help But it was only to cut the cord While I held my hands together Lost in the comfort and dream Of the cosy womb She took me out of the comfort zone She smacks and spanks me Again, again, and again She made me to cry and never cared to say sorry But told stories He's another boy, she said Right there she baptized me Into a new world She dragged that thing She called cot to your side And placed me in it Alone I was laid crying And all she did was to laugh at me Mum. Her white uniform belied her act Dedicated to V.A Aderounmu. © Fisayo Aderounmu.2012
Drowning in her black sea of waves tumbling down her waterfall of black curls Docking my ship on her serene waters unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas diving into the depths of her psyche swimming in the ocean of her essences that is woman Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher
I want us to swim, In our new bodies, Which buttress our boney disproportion. I want the fish to be enticed, By our old skins Which serve as useless armour to this world. I want the cold to be unrelenting, To our restless hearts, Which beat inaptness into our beings. I want the water to cleansing Towards our tomblike wombs Which welcome love but reject life. I want the tides to be shifting, Until our spineless existence Take the form of something solid, Something soft. Of something like me and You.
I love to water my yard.....and my feet. My plants love to drink.... The cool water I give them. Just like I love to water You with my words. Passion, lust and misty Thoughts of love.
The wind was blowing when she left the city... I believe it was twenty below... Where she was going she already knew... But... first she had things she had to do... Get rid of the body that was clear.... There were no options, it had to disappear.... The heater was broken and blowing cold air... She could feel the ice, building up in her hair.. She had cleaned up the blood as best she could... As she had hit him hard with that log of wood... All she had asked him, was to light a fire... To take off the chill in the house.... Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped And while you're at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge.. It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge.. This was his favourite fishing spot... She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer.. And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze..... Oh well, she said...this too shall pass.. When I get to the Florida Keys.. PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
A life sustained by water pure Yet marred by memory of the wine Like fragrant waft of soft allure Diminished not by hands of time Forever clear the water streams Yet never ends the draw to wine Forever helpless so all seems To purge the memory from my mind Though water's healing - ever constant Soft and clean and unaware How often it hath quenched my thirst And oft hath left me standing there A gaze in awe, and silent yearning Watching how the water flows Mesmerized by every trickle... Wishing I could just let go Of every string the wine has woven Through the fabric of my soul Doth feel betimes a fact well proven - I've not the will to let it go For wine is strong to those who drink And feel the fire of liquor's hold Changed thus forever so I think In moment's time - my future sold But hold I fast to water's beauty Resolute despite all time Let God and Angel's bear this witness - I choose water over wine ...Jeff Bresee
Something to do. Each time I look at you, I wonder how it is that I'll fix this. The broken mind that is mine can I make the repairs, Before you lose your interest. I'm bent from this business Of begging forgiveness, while frantically running around putting out fires. You are my modulation as I hold out for hope. Once consumed by substance Now bailing water from my metaphorical tug boat. Dragging you along, against the current. To give up, would be Giving the water it's way. That's why I beg for one more chance, Please stay. Something to do. Like random nuts & bolts in a jar, You know the right size can't be far. I just have to dig around in this damn jar. Something to do. This is always the case. My heart was always in the right place. Complacent was the world around me. My art, brought me bounty. I digress, and ask that you look How it is that you found me. You could actually count on me. People loved to hear the sound of me, But that was before my grounding. Something to do. Clipped wings I dive bombed into the sand. If I had broken a body part It would've been a hand. Mending my wounds, this is my job now. One day ill make you proud.
What more have we to write about? Waters rippling from thrown stones? And what of passion or true love Found only through lasting pain. The aches suffered throughout the times Will surface forevermore, Relentless to our fighting urge To suppress the burn once more. Stabbing at our beating hearts A strike merely meant to wound So as to heal, so as to learn From the pasts we live within, Trapped like a mouse inside a maze Which has no exit nor light; A lonely soul left to wander 'round 'Til it finds a wall to sob near. What more have we to write of, You ask? No, what more have we to see.
Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west? Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire? Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts? Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot? Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline? Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred? If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can't have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong!
One thing about music Is when it hits you you feel no pain One thing about music Is when it hits you you feel no pain Hit me and wake me up Surely blame will call your name Only yesterday was easy As crept on through the night Only yesterday was easy And tomorrow don't look too bright. All we can say is "oh what shame Things didn't work out right". Nowadays it seems you feel with beliefs And I'm left here alone with no sign of relief. I want a lover, No I don't want to love her Yeah, I don't want a lover, I just want to love her If I knew I'd be here today I'd wear my heart around my neck Paid my loving debt with all my time spent If I could see tomorrow I'd stay dreaming about tonight And If I could walk on water I'd make everything right. No I don't want a lover,I just want to love her Yeah, I want a lover, I don't want to love her I could change time with one simple line I could make you think that you're living free I could go leave, let you have your days Say goodbye and make our separate ways. But I want a lover, No I don't want to love her Yeah, yeah I don't want a lover, I just want to love her I want to be a lover, No I don't want to love her No, no, don't want be lover, but I just got to love her. If I could see tomorrow I'd be more than enough 'Cause all of these callouses have made so rough. If I could see you once I'd stay there all night. And if I could walk on water I'd make everything right. Nowadays it seems I believe Let it take me that loving relief.
The shadows over take my mind at times but your love stands so true for me it takes care of the pain I feel but when the shadows call it seems so loud when your soft whisper is covered by clouds Why so faint is Thy voice for me did I fall to hard inside this hole Do the clouds stand so close for a reason let me out of this season of darkness let me hold Thy hand inside mine keep me warm and fill my heart I love the way you touch my face when the tears fall and you open your warm Embrace Your truth is all I need to live a true life for all to see your hand and love guiding me But I can't walk this road alone I need to hear your voice inside I need your touch so very much I see the pain and feel it to I need your love to lift the blue's Take me now and use my life Help me Lord, to escape the strife. Written By:©Betty Bolden
*~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* In a past life long ago - she dwelled by the sea… A mermaid - beloved by dolphins Moss clad , swimming in blue liquid dreams Beneath the light of the silvery moon Seeking spiritual sustenance That feeds the water in shades of blues, violet and green Riding the water - undulating free... like a gossamer butterfly Guiding her to the entrance of Neptune's portal Floating carefree in liquid aqueous waves Playing with dolphins and other beloved creatures of the sea Swimming gracefully in the night… As the astral fingers of the moon's silver rays gently caress her face In her land so far away - she only had one wish... To love and be loved in return- she had hope and love to give Then a human touched her, with his love and kindness Binging to life… her blue, liquid dreams *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~*
Cascadia by: Earl Schumacker Rolling the distant down More wet than dawn allowed With sounds of water echoes Through the crying falls To the core Disturbed Cascadia my love Pours on in distillation Crystal jungles hide in wait Never really take shape Rocks seem to jump at the opportunity for life Through the river's moving mouth Which laughs Cascadia over and over steep cliffs Under current and bridge With the silent thought of distance covered In blankets of foam and will Rolling endlessly down By the fall that never touched As I touched and felt Cascadia at her fall
Swallow to follow, to find Tomorrow- We look to Love to seek our Sorrow And, lo! My Soul hath become so hollow (In my own worry I wearily wallow) I live to die, grow old and wither And slip away like snake to slither No thoughts are present, nor gathered hither- I drain in Rain to the depths of the River
Her heart drooped like the dying tree She yearned for a drop of love As the tree longed for rain from above Was heartache to be her destiny? But in time the pain did fade And rain clouds in the sky were displayed And the tree grew stronger soon thereafter Soaking in the blissful shower, enjoying the scent of water And love, like a flower bloomed once more As the tree was filled with blossoms again A spoonful of love, a shower of rain Can make everything new, fully restored
Jesus Is The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation. Please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true! It is no secret of how much he loves YOU! By Jim Pemberton
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
Cool Water It's been so long since I've had that water The soft rain of you restored every withered part of me And my blood still burns Recalling your touch…like gentle showers In the dark I can see your face Summoning each familiar detail Brings my heart to a state of grace It knows so rarely now Like sepia dust kicked up by an old car on a dirt road The tendrils of my memories fade to nothingness As if they never existed, and settle once more Waiting for the cool water to drench me
Blue eyed girl of Pacific Ocean. You are blue eyed girl of Pacific Ocean. Like me through face book of heaven. Being interrogated I have seen your naked beauty of Pacific Ocean. Where enjoying only blue water and blue eyed girl of heaven. See Beauty of your undressed hidden spherical dia. Where enjoying intensity of beauty reaches to bottom of pacific. Beauty of brevity is so specific. Tolerance not to be measured Not to be magnified. Enjoyed only blue marbled crystal floats in Pacific Ocean. Where blue water flows beneath my waist to a motion. Saroj khan[sakha
3 am and there you are waiting for me As always so strong and sure I love you for that Skin so pale glistening in the moonlight You never judge me, you've always loved me The mask I wear in front of others is not needed when I face you It tumbles to the floor followed by my clothing I sigh as I walk over Its time to turn you on I use that circular motion you like so much That warm slick wetness between my fingers Has me smiling contentedly The steam in the room is rising I step inside and allow the water gently cascading All around me to wash away The tears, the dirt, and the stress of daily living I let the peace of the darkness and your calm stillness flow through me When I'm here, inside of you, is when I can be me Theres nobody to please but me No facade of happiness to cling to Here, is where I feel my sadness, my anger, and my grief Hidden far away from eyes that might judge and condemn Or worse yet eyes that would look upon me with pity Pity that would cast my achievments under a shadow And encase my soul in the well-meaning intentions of others Lavender soap washes away the hardness clinging to my body Turn off the water as I'm left standing in steam Air dry to keep the peace going I love you deeply as any lover My shower
Water Falls To Tranquility Kisses sweet Imbued with shy blushes Bungalow soft, dalliance of lust Tumble down In white water, naked Covers nature's angels and soft nymphs Sins wash clean Water falls in deep sleep Lovers held on silent rocky mist Cozy love Drifts quietly over Falls on waters of tranquility Created on 10/31/14 by: Earl Schumacker- for – "SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE" – Poetry Contest
Love drawn from hate, Hate drawn from love. It's all a viscious cycle, Swirling you above. The sight of that "rose", So lovely and pure, Was more like a cactus, Look closer to be sure. More pricks then you can realize, Former skin than you can know. Even the water underneath, Is to little to even show. The flower set on top, The glory of it's petals, Hide the spines beneath, That wait for those who medal. Pick it if you wish, Look for water in it's stem, But all you'll find is pain, Over and over again. Soon you'll see and find, When you look down at your hands, The sores and pricks that rest there, Arn't worth all his demands. When that day comes, And you see what he has done, It will all come to a choice, You can love or you can run. You can love the water, Which you've never seen, Or you can hate the skin, For all the scars that it will leave.
Pisces, The Fish, Living Waters Swimming in cool blue waters so deep rainbow fish , so pretty the stars weep Oceans filled with great hope and pride on celestial waves greatness takes a ride Constellations shining brightly to see lights glowing in the past and future be A sign to speed life on it's merry way guiding our spirits into a future day Neptune stands his mighty waters so well holding back the monsters from deepest hell Comets bring in the joy of desperate relief washing away anguished pains of epic grief In a bright galaxy so very far, far away Seas of life exist, love and sweetly play Robert J. Lindley, 07-12-2014 Sponsor Leonora Galinta Contest Name , Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
In Nornalup When I'm in the country With my lady by my side In the midst of all this beauty My soul feels deified As the river glistens gaily Beneath the morning sun Well her and I, and all of this Oh boy! Each day's such fun In Nornalup. When I wake up each new morning In this chalet on the banks Of the river of the painted trees I offer all my thanks To The power who gave this all to me Hey, I'm a lucky guy I'm bound to make this journey Until the day I die To Nornalup. In Nornalup, in Nornalup Where the sun upon those trees Does cause the day to fill with grace That's the place for her and me. I watch those trees near the river bank As they're dancing in the sun To the rhythm of the gentle breeze There's a love song just begun As she stands beside me looking at This painted scene there yonder Its beauty it will fill my soul Oh, I will always ponder On Nornalup
In my revelation The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing I sing.... In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving Upon the face of waters.... My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors. She descended from heaven unto my waters.... I bathe her in the brine of my tears.... Subtle in her long braids.. Floating in my spirit singing to me. She intermingles her essence with my burning desires, Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion. Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you But I am nearer to death! Withered like clouds, Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice, And life is but an old, ill man Thus, I am still waiting...! Life bears a resemblance to death here, The eyelashes of the room enclose me, A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher Thus, I am still waiting...! Am I truly alive..? Or, is there life living in death? My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me And I am still waiting.. I stroll... I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist, Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul, And the water soaking the stones of my heart. In your voice is the murmur of fabled water Whispering to the sands and stones, What will come forth, and that will go into a dream, An eminent dream that will live in concert And leave with autumn winds. You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain, The pain indwelling in the depths, Glittering apparently in the spirit Like a frozen pond in winter. It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute Filling the air with melodies. Melodies which are chanted by gods Who cry and moan with the sad tune. They pray, and call, "O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?"
The Fourth Fable The Fourth Fable A Jesus Cowboy Song Eye am a strong man iff strength is not physical alone, but charachter and hope, love become my armour my arm as gates once opened close now new ones open at a glance in poverty of riches poor people there in Heaven sing to Jesus as they wave branches from the richness of the trees beside the waters running in the trenches freely given overflowing when a little lamb just wants a drink of water another drink the water bubbles up so no one has to lift her she can reach the water carefully she drinks and then she sings…' 'my holster is empty my life is complete my love is in Heaven eye have plenty to eat and to drink ' life is not meant to be a shoot em up rodeo life is not meant to be a shoot um up movie my life is in Heaven my holster is empty eye have LOVE'
Murky water from the gold dust around my feet Foggy air from the sepia storm that has me beat Sluggish heat pressing down to crush the meek Holy water keeps sweat on the brow and leaves them weak Allow the clouds to part Fourth attempt to start I'll be permanent this time So help me God and part the dusty breeze And clear my darkened sight Shady past of two lovers collide Future that I kept praying it was still alive Amnesia from the red fog, bleak nomad Clear the dust from your eyes, it'll help a tad Do the textbooks lie? Do love and lust die? Lengthy as the Rime So help me God and cleanse me of my sins And lead us toward the light
Sometimes it gets to be too much, holding it all in. Want to cry but I can't, so I grab me a pen. The ink is the stream of tears I choose to imprison, the word flow is the current of my very essence. If you wade in my pools you are liable to sink but if I feel you can swim, I might allow you to drink. Will you be able to float through my complex oceans, or drown yourself in the waves of my emotions? Will you shower in the water of turbulence in preparation? Try and capture in your grasp the nature of my notion? Can you splash in the puddles of my pain, juices of my ambition? I can only trust you if you come to the realization; I am the current, I have been designated, I flow like the tide angry or smooth never hesitating. Everywhere you are but never a specific location. I can't be contained and I can't be denied But if you simply seek you will always find My genorous current will never leave you dry. I am the water that birthed the tides.
(10/9/11) love This is my eternal prayer with god I do share All my life I have searched for love And prayed to you up above. Love seems to take a turn, and the passion In my heart does burn. I see the beauties that you have created Yet with my dream you have hesitated. Is it that something special is coming my way? Oh dear lord- to you I pray. So many years have gone by- and as I see Other lovers- I do sigh. The passion in my heart is a eternal fire As I seek someone to join this fire. I feel like I'm a star up in the sky Everyone can see the beauty, but it's Beyond their reach, as I search For eternal loves peace. Will I be that star in the sky , or can I be Like mother earth, that everyone can see My beauty and smell my fragrance And touch the gentleness of my heart And from their hands I will not part. As the plants need water to live I have so much love to give. Let me be the water that touches their heart So that it may grow, and from me they will know. This is my eternal prayer that with the world I will share.
In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes. Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable; My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone. C.L.Baker©2013
Amidst the steam on the panes of glass Are breasts of pure of my Maiden lass Firm being loved as our hands are clasped Pressed to impress as our bodies clash Naked we are sharing as two become one Again through steamy windows our loving's begun As the water cascades down this naked of two Impressed into thee as I stand behind you Lustful we are sharing moments of bliss As we turn our heads in tongue lashing kiss The noise of the water drowns joyous groans Our excitement reaches peak, to one another we're sown http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php
Hold my hand, don't ever let go close your eyes, it'll save you from the war we're in. Innocence doesn't matter. Can you smell the burning embers? Cling to me, I'll protect you. The horrors surrounding us won't Taint you no matter how hard they try i promise. I scream and you cry. It's just another day on the train, Cold and starving, surrounded by others dressed in filth. Death's perfume rest in The air. Filling our lungs Making it so hard to breathe. "It'll be okay" My hands cover your ears in hope that the others' tears wont haunt your dreams too. Can you smell the burning embers?? In the distance, I hear Their orders. Slowly, The crowd moves Taking you from me. Our fingers cling to each other As dirty tears slip down our faces. They come and rip you away. There's nothing I can do. a number is put on my arm. Have they branded you the way they Did me?? All of us are Treated like we're parasites My dignity is destroyed when they force me to take off my clothes. I cry again When cold water splashes Me Herded with the others, I try to find you but to no avail. My head hangs When i realize that I'm alone Days and weeks pass. Night is the worst, the cold cuts into me like a knife through butter. a light shone into my eyes forces me awake. They grab me from the ground and push me into a room. Again, they take away my rags. Naked, I'm forced into A small room with Showerheads. Fingers touch my shoulder, I turn to see you and shout with happiness as we embrace. The showers turn on. Your eyes water and I cough. It's suddenly hard to breathe. we cling togetger and cough. around us, others are falling. together, we collapse. I smile. "It'll be okay."
Walkig on the seashore at noon Watching the sun that will set soon Everything reminds me of you Every step i take, everything i do Like my thoughts, the sky is cloudy Like my feelings, so blue is the sea I look at the horizone, so calm and clear Remids me of our happy days when we were near I look at the waves and i get upset 'Cause it reminds me of the fight we had And tears roll down of my cheek I lost you, will i find you if i seek? I feel the water beneath my feet Reminds me of your cold lips Then my foot drowns into the sand Like i drowned in you when you first held my hand The wind blows and i feel your touch My whole body shivers, oh i miss you so much I see your smile as i look at the sun Embraces me with love, makes me want to to you run The sun is finally setting And my desperate soul dying I rest myself on a rock, so flexible like your body Grab some sand and see how they are apart like me Still tears rolling down from my cheek into the water The time you find that teardrop, you'll be forgotten forever Every teardrop into the sea Is how much you mean to me Finally i see your face as i look at the moon And the stars is so shiny like your eyes at noon I still sited there, watching your face and eyes And i'll wait to see your smile at sunrise Yes, i lost you baby but you're never far from me For you're the sunset, the sea and its waves And in my heart you'll forever remain engraved.
BLUE WATER A stone is thrown in blue water of lake, Wherein creates wave. Frequency in flowing water makes vibration of green mosses. It seems in my heart that wave appears. Rays of light reflects from my heart. Sign of symptoms to keep me fast. Hope that helpless mind will be regaining to fruitful mind. Expect that coldness air of hill from north east wind. In that blue water of Loneliness Lake where a stone will not be drop down to make wave. I will be here to survive with hope. Where love will be reflect like sunlight from my heart. Time passes in my heart where days become bright fast. Saroj khan [sakha]
I look into my child's eyes Brown pools of innocence And I see my reflection A silhouette of heartbreak I want to go back in time I want to hold her tighter I need to tell her I love her And I'll never let her go But I did that fateful day Repeatedly I screamed her name My movements were slow Everyone else was frozen in time The water felt like quicksand My enemy in my time of need Waves crashing, distancing me With each fall, they laugh at me Another soul they are about to steal Adding to their marine collection My cries, fearful, they go unheard The seagulls fly past, mocking me I keep running in slow motion Like I'm sloshing through molasses The unbearable pain in my chest My heart gone by ocean's erosion The salt fills my lungs, burning with fire Panicking in despair, I see her body Downturned, arms outstretched Flying with the ones that took her from me I beg her to breathe, I demand that she listens I call her name in frustration But she never responds to me Her silence torments my ears I hold her in my tight embrace I tell her I love her…baby, I love you I want to see her smile at me I try to rewind time but it refuses The twinkle in her eyes, darkened by death, Reflects overwhelming heartbreak A paralyzing sadness turned into numbness The water took two lives that day.
Some friends willfully forget an unlucky heart from whose trine flowed the richest waters to soothe their qualms as desert shady palms. It gave them all it had, leaving nothing for itself; hasn't forgetfulness replaced the warmth of that light? Someone should remind them by writing on a wall: that God never forgets a goodhearted soul for the generous deeds it has done: giving everything and receiving none! " Shame " should be written on each face... proclaiming to be righteous and favored by grace! He lives in a shack built on wood poles shaken by cyclones, and he survives on water and crackers, a candle has replaced a light-bulb with thirty watts... even tap water can't satiate his empty guts; a slice of bread is a rare delicacy, not mentioning cheap, tasteless coffee. God never forgets a goodhearted soul, the one that helped others face life with grit and feeding their mouths by uplifting their spirit; where are they now: distant as a cloud, looking down as a seagull? Why can't they attend to his needs with generosity and wit? No, he is not one of them anymore...only a disgraced destitute! Rags clothe his body, but joy dwells in his faithful soul, prayers keep him alive...he rejoices greeting the dazzling sunrise; into the pristine river he bathes daily and sings with truthful and joyful eyes: he will have tasted Paradise even before his death! The poor man, so rich in faith, will sing until you runs out of breath; the forgotten man, so weak, will reach Heaven having completed his earthly role!
Droplets Im soaking wet from all thoughts running in head. Starts like tear droplets and builds from there 'till I got a water fall at my door or it runneth over me, Oh poorest me. Water you say love cometh my way, Need someone to help taketh the droplets away. Help my mind to send to the heavens above oh but not the tears for fear of not having thoughts of you. Cheryl McCall 2008
There you go again, in and out my life like a disappearing act. There my mind is, as it's wondering in a daze from just your appearance. All lost down deep in my soul, my heart feels like its melting. Like that of a snow in the sun, the water runs like blood through my veins. Like the water that melts from the ice so does my love for you. It is there I have fallen deep in love with a woman of far lands. Way out west my sunset is as you have all I got to give. That of my greatest love I have for thee. I can't hardly catch my breath as it hurts me to breathe. My pain is down below like none I have ever felt. Because it is there you have stolen a heart in prep. It cry's loud from with in my being. With in my body the tear drops falls from my eye. It shatters the floor with a hard hit you see. Like a bomb has went off in me. It is there I can not control the flow. As my tears pour like a fountain from inside. It is there far away we are from one another you see. That it is there my world has stopped just because you are not here. There I do not sleep at nights because my mind has no rest. Because it is you only to which I dream as my eyes stay wide open. As I daydream of you at nights. And that is the reason there is no sleep for the wicked. As our talks have died out but the feelings still exists. There my love still remains, for a woman of my dreams. But there I Love you the most. As I feel as if I am dyeing from the inside out. But there you still hold a place in my heart that is deep of emotion. As it is only you I want to be near. As I want to love you forever in the days to come.
Half of you is there to stay The other half has fallen away You grew tired and hid in your skin like a splinter Just how the bears vanish from the cold and harsh winter And it wasn't until you stopped loving before you evolved It was gone for so long and the problems couldn't be resolved The elements of your mind dissolve into shapeless time The features of your face collapse into a numbed place And you know in the back of your head that she'll never understand The nightmares that you're constantly awake through The cravings that dominate, that take you To this ineluctable theater of illusion The beginning ablaze of your own preclusion She'll never understand the deception of this theater She'll never see your loving perception of her either A ghost seeps through your seams and creeps through your dreams And you can't help but to think of this inferior idea That if black water flooded the inside of your flask You could live forever as a ghost wearing a mask And you can't help but yearn for this inferior idea That if black water corrupted your every single task You could die forever as a ghost wearing a mask Remaining in the audience at the theater of illusion
Lord make my light shine, illuminating Your glory wich doesn't dwindle in the dark and is the joy thats set before me. In this lifes uncertain seas be the wind set in my sail, be my compass and my anchor, for You love me without fail so I know You'd never wreck me on this course that You are mapping or allow me to be plundered, sunk ,or stranded without captain. No! I shall not be afraid wether tempest or high tide for as sure as You are with me joy and peace in me abide so my faith is in Your guidance, not a storm You cannot still. So direct me with instruction I choose Your purpose and Your will. Even when cloud and dark cover ever confident I'll be my soul shall look to its lover who will ever walk with me.
Mother Haiku Fresh rain charms nature Dew green leaves, squeeze, wet mother Turns, hugs the day clean
This love for you has slowly died down My mind learned to hide, but it's always found This love for you has slowly gone astray My mind turned to follow, but then walked away Through an open water deeply locked I lay lifeless on this water floor Hoping and wishing for something more The lights they flicker and shadows bend My nights get sicker as we near the end Rain drops splatter and ripple on the liquid moon The melting sky calls upon me tonight I know responsibilities will be here soon This will change who I am, so that's alright Once when I was young I used to dream the moon stole the ocean floor And that everything on Earth sank into it's own dying core This choice is for the new life almost here And there's been thousands of days in this year So I think I'll head for the horizon and tread to the shore Needing to flee the sea and focus on me and nothing more So I offer these numb feelings to the swaying tide Ocean forever hide me where feelings can hide Wherever it is that feelings hide I don't care how, just take me to that same core These feelings, now I can't feel them anymore And they're left behind with nothing but words
Time has passed slowly in the blink of an eye, Because my heart was wiped away, like sand with the tide. It's tossing and turning in the ocean's cold grip, Asking, "What did I do for this treacherous dip?" The fish start to scatter, the sharks start to tear, Feeling the sharp pain of loss everywhere. The wounds begin healing, but the salt still stings, Because of thoughts on some other things. Back on the shore, before all the strife, He got to be part of a beautiful life. His sun would always shine even if it would rain, Despite perfection lost, he had greatest gain. The sun gave off a warmth that filled him within, And he loved her back with all vigor and vim. But too close to the water the heart did get, Despite the sun's warnings, he went to feet wet. Now swept into water, and dragged into deep, Both the heart and the sun began to tears weep. It was too dark and cold in the ocean to shine, So the sun couldn't see the sharks trying to dine. Rays of truth blocked out, unable to see, The heart isn't the person some have made it out to be. Now the heart drifts around, not wanting to be found, The void within filled with salt water abound. It stings on the inside, it stings on the out, Because, to the sun, he was completely devout. Now once again strong, the heart climbed back to shore, Knowing that the warmth of the sun was no more. He walks around the beach, everything gray, Because now it's only night when she is away. The beaches he now wanders, avoiding others on the shore, Knowing their love is no match to the one he shared before.
I see the rain, Dancing across the sidewalk, Carefully placing each drop One at a time, They flow with each other, Gracefully and in sync, As a dance from the heavens Praising the One who made them, And as I watch them, I become hypnotized, Almost entranced, By their beauty
1. A path leads, to where wild grass grows, sashaying in the summer breeze. 2. Along the path, lightness settles within, feeling the grass, swooning, tickling ankles, swaying to the lilting bird-song, in a dance of intimate abandon, brushing the remnants of pain away. 3. Melodies float across fields of green, delicately caressing my heart, teasing emptiness to flee, comforting the mind, to silently be. 4. Walking on, savouring the peace, a momentary respite, from the burdens of the now, all is quiet, a stillness cradling fractured emotions, the grass in the fields sway, dusk descends, shadows lengthen, nudging dimming light to take leave, of the day
WITH RAIN CAME LOVE Cool breeze Cumulus clouds Breeze solidifies, Drizzling Monsoon rain White threads move to Heavy shower. Rain smiles And with rain came love. Long journeys Longing leaning on his back In the valley Where meteors shower Unexpected momentary moments Eddied life, Glimpses like water bubbles Shadows overpowered specks of lights Specks of laurels Sudden borders to dreams Yonder in the sky departing clouds Swollen rain clouds Lustre obscure Renunciation with disinterest Rain and love spreading over Love brought silence Mermaids, water nymphs Stood guard. We went close at heels Along turbulent back waters We sat, in grief In rain and mystifying silence Passion delivered And kept in store Spread over us. Rain peeping through Birch trees Rain lashing through Gulmohar Geography of silence Without a speck of dirt Pious communion Of love and rain. Wailing hornbills, compassionate Invoked rain She saw us in deep grief Grief of life- Love in deep sleep blushed into Wakefulness. Longing, sights and rude realities Cosmic force showers Moments of eternal bliss. In steep valley of sterility Ascetic sun winked At welcome clouds Dryness transplanted Into alluvial softness. Rude faces, sights and longings Lost way, Emerged throbbing passion. Showers of love, Showers of mystic bliss.
Melting under layers under waves of love swimming in a daze of pure bliss memories suspended in time time standing still yet replaying again and again expressions of happiness the warmth of a touch lingering moments slipping away reaching out into emptiness waiting for more patiently waiting sensation draining knowing but not accepting misty confusion Painful gasping watching everything receding slowly into the distance
with one little drop living water washes death's sway no weed but a rose -Anastatica
I stand on the dock the wind in my face looking out at the Cumberland and I remember I remember what it feels to be a child Those endless days spent on that old river in California The lazy days, with happiness filling my skin So innocent and yet knowing So lonely yet noone knew The thinking that life would always somehow be alright I still feel the sand at my feet heated from the hot sun Water dripping from that long braid the one my mother wouldn't let me cut The smile on my brothers' face going down the big water fall as he lay arrow straight so it wouldn't suck him under I was too chicken to go down My brave big brother. I feel nostalgia like a sickness Where did those days go to? My dad, at the water where he was happy. My mom, young and able to run she always played with us The tualome river beautiful in the summer sun So moving and so much a part of what shapes me My love for the water My love for the sun Oh yes, I remember.
So water for you is thicker than blood what happens when that water rises and causes a flood when that water falls into your dirt and leaves you standing in mud all alone and hurt Will you think of me when the blood drops on your shirt
In the distance I hear soft music on the radio. The air is still and silence holds us In her arms. Quiet Sunday morning Rode past the field where geese rested Looking from far away Like a flock of pigeons In the sun. See so many different kinds of brick, Angles of rooftops,buildings haphazardly Added to before planning laws. I sit and watch the people pass, Some happy,one weeping though she assured me It's merely an allergy; An allergy to loss? Yes,I'm allergic to loss. Loss makes my eyes water and my nose run. Where does all that water come from? Pass me your handerchief,mine is a ladies Since men must work and women weep Surely we should have the biggest hankies? Men can wipe their nose on their sleeve As long as they are not wearing their hearts there! Or they might consider sharing hankies. How kind;for at times, almost, Every one weeps.
Seems there is no time like the present, Yesterday forgotten, tomorrow can only wait. Something is burrowing very deep inside, All is all to give but never enough to receive. Back she lies, chest heaving, heart pounding, Forward he thrusts, dives to the ocean. Her arms like the waves encircle, He the dolphin, to and from the depths. He stops to gently taste her waters, A thirst of fire he laps to quench. Weightless bubbles upon his tongue, Her hands lead him deliberately on. She strokes a hand across the belly, Resting in shallows held only by her grasp. Piece by piece she feeds along his flesh, Now it is her thirst to be laid to rest. Once again he dives beneath the waves, Across the waters back he makes his way. She turns to allow his weightless comfort, Into her depths he sags and dies.
Standing on the shore, A girl fully clothed with no shoes. Her eyes filled with great suffering.. .lost hope ensues. As she notices the water stretches as far as she can see, her hearts implore won't let her be. The sky changes color. First green to blue then gray. Much to her dismay her shattered emotions now egress. "The color gray, the color gray." her tears profess traveling down her face "Oh, why the color gray." A color so dark, so deep, still allowing you to see the depiction of sadness it brings. To the sky, in her heart, buried deep in her mind. In the sky is that feeling. A very isolated out-pour of a feeling.. a feeling she tryed so desperately deny. The tide, closing in. small foamed waves now landing at her feet. It's so cold, the water. Identical to her, how she feels, all she only knows now. Numbness. Weakness. and her defeated soul. Depleted ..A heart is now left with no beat. She reflects on the lost hope her broken heart tried to hide. Seeing within herself the damage it has done. "Love is it" she says in a soft whisper ".. love is it." The disturbance of the oceans song snatched her out of realization. As she listened to the water, as it forcefully emerges hitting the shore and it's rocks with all it's might, as she listened to the water cascade back towards the ocean only to return hitting harder. The ripples and waves. Uncontrolled, involunterily. She is relieved for the ocean is singing the same song. Her song.."Love is it" she mumbled. "It understands how I feel. It knows exactly what I am going through." She smiles. "Love is it. The beating of my heart, with pain constrained inside it. The utmost sadness. Blinded happiness and misguided hope." The heart lies beat-less... No more discursion: Her last thought before submerging her body deep into the depths of ocean. In acceptance. Drowning. No longer standing on the shore. A girl fully clothed with no shoes.
Moments to Reflect Seed of Birth After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans' master piece his legacy, beauty it's not. Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow. Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes. Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in. After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed. Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning? All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive? Summer shower and gentle breeze, Golden flower and dew drops of leaves. Soft green grass beneath your feet. The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.
A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. The words that you speak I shall forever echo. A lost love in the dark of the night. They all look your way, but are you blind? Can you not see the beauty of me? I echo your words, I echo your call; can you not hear the silent voice of me at all? I cannot whisper your name, my voice is gone. Silent I shall ever stay, until you speak again. My laughter shall sneak from my lips, until the last word has been spoken, Silent shall I stay again. Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you. The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. You see me standing, afraid to think; so you speak. Can I echo your name? Can't you see that I'm afraid to breathe tonight? I'll always recall your words. With you, I shall never be alone. I won't let you go, though your desire is to be gone. In my heart you will forever live on. Farewell you bid unto the world. Farewell I echo to you. I choke in the invisible tears. The reality kills me as I drink in the truth of my deepest fears. Why Narcissus? Why my true love? Why you? Silver snowflakes fall in the glory of the dawn. My words are forever caught up hanging silently in my throat, strangling, dangling horridly on my cold lips. A mirrored reflection stares coldly back at you . The water paints a beautiful picture, golden and shining in the crystal spectrum. Will you fall to the hopeless masterpiece inside? Don't give into the lies that haunt your mind, can't you see that you're beautiful again? Beautiful until the end. I found a flower near the enchanted pool. You placed it there for me, didn't you? Forever the echoes cry out in my mind. Farewell Narcissus, until we meet again. Farewell, I'll see you whenever my time here comes to an end. Farewell, we shall be together again.
I imagined you sitting there On your wheelchair Head to one side Watching me water the garden Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea Smiling your crooked smile The water gushed from the hose And from my eyes I miss you Especially today, Your birthday Right on the eve of mine And you aren't here, Mama You aren't here. I lost you too soon Too soon, Mama I'm not talking about the day You passed away I' m talking about growing up Knowing Knowing that illness was eating away Your life Your hope Your dreams Your passion Your joy I grew up seeing the blood The burns The stiches The lopsided smile The hazy eyes I grew up hearing.... The coughing The slurred speech I grew up knowing Knowing... That I'm losing you I remember the afternoon When you looked at me and said, "You're afraid, afraid I'm going to die, aren't you?" I heard the catch in your voice And all the fears I'd held back Came gushing out And you held me as we both cried Knowing Knowing….our birthday celebrations together Would be limited Today is your birthday, Mama May 17….tomorrow it's my birthday May 18…and through it all I remember you And I miss you And I want you to know All the things that are happening in my life But you're asleep…waiting for the wakeup call To be free of your wheelchair Of your prison Mama, we'll celebrate life together in heaven! Soon, Mama! It will be soon!
Pouring Water On A Drowning Man By Shericka Murphy I try to do just what I can To look at him and see a man... As I boil my anger in a frying pan Pouring it on a drowning man. And Im just as sick as I can be And Im hurting here as he can see And I boil my anger in the sea And I pour it on the man drowning in me. He's falling like the tears from my chin He's feeling the feelings that I carry within... And I watched him try and break my heart again, And I watched him as he drowned in sin. And the aching I feel from the hole in his heart, Is just like my body is ripping apart When you feel like this you don't know where to start What does it feel like to drown in the devils art? What does it feel like to to treat me like I don't live? After all of the love and the body I give I mean I feel pierced in the heart with a shiv How does it feel to not drown in the love I give? To go under in hatred that I have steamed, To leave your world in ways that you would've never dreamed To find out that I am not as weak as I seemed... And the sparkle in your eye has not once gleamed... But the light from me to you had always beamed. And when I saw me pouring water on a drowning man... The very same water that was my anger in a frying pan, My eyes told me that I'd done all that I can.. Because the more I saw him....The less he was a man....
I found Love bathing below a water fall Bow and arrows casually laid aside above his attire and white plumes; the air was covered by wet fumes, yet I could see his arms open wide, his back turned against the stone wall . Love called me and I said: "It is late, I was struck before by your tips." But he jumped over the surface , I fell rearward surprised by his grace, He placed his finger on his thin lips, The water streaming fast to its fate. "The only clock I can hear is there, Blossoming in your ripening chest The seconds move tic…tac….tic…tac…, Slow as the water sliding on my back soft as the breathing of a baby rest, I never ask when, I only wonder where." I closed my eyes so now I can see: She was veiled by Love's disguise; I open my eyes but it was in vain. Before I could see clearly again She was swift and also very wise, Dressing her wings to quickly flee.
Blue, for love of the depressed days Underwater I live or die Nowhere can I really hide Bewildered the water dismays Sky absorbs the winter hunger A floating bird doesn't blunder Sadness pulls me under and lays Casts spells of confusion bequeath Leaves me to fall, sink underneath I'm frozen with sorrow always Constantly I am beaten down To hold the great ocean god's crown I do not hear what the sea says While keeping me there with sadness I must have strength to rid of stress With all my strength I start to pray Not knowing if there's any hope I see that I must stand and cope Blue, for love of the depressed days Bewildered the water dismays Sadness pulls me under and lays I'm frozen with sorrow always I do not hear what the sea says With all my strength I start to pray Russell Sivey Form Constanza(?)
When love came walking, she stopped at my door and asked for a drink of water; I never knew what to think, or how love found her way to my front door. I stood amazed, the twilight in the sky had broke and she still stood, smiling with teeth like snow, and I gave her a drink of water. She went on her way, that was two years ago today; still I sit and ponder over the whole event, I still sit and wonder if that was my big chance to find love and fall for her, but she'll be in the neighborhood again, I'll just have to wait- with a tall glass of water. .2.21.2014.
It was a miserable day out once during the hot summer all through the evening I heard only the children playing outside; I looked out through my window to recollect my childhood days.. something i found at that moment a smile on my face with tears in my eyes I imagined that was a life otherside. I saw the sun to settle down but that evening the moon didn't wake up The stars were somewhere in the sky that day it was out of sight through naked eyes. A calm environment made someone's whisper louder moment later a strong wind breaking that whisper making miserable haunted clattering sounds outside. Again i looked through my window now i found the environment has changed from a hot sunny day to a dark lightning evening; drops of water falling from the dark thunder clouds. I experienced three different situations on the same day from a miserable summer day to a calm evening from the calm evening to a haunted dark night. I closed my eyes and counted from hundred to one 'it had been a miserable day once during the hot summer; It had been a painful life once making a long journey' 'all through the evening i heard only childrens' playing outside; all through my life i heard my own voice from inside' 'i looked through my window to recollect my childhood days; I asked my own heart where i found only one name' something I found at that moment a smile on my face with tears in my eyes I imagined that was a life otherside. I closed my eyes and counted from one to hundred- I realized day by day my love to her perished down this realization brought me a new life but i found no love left within me until i learnt there were no more water left in my eyes. i met that unknown time when i heard another whisper but moment later love brought me a natural death. again i asked my heart now i found it answered something has changed from love to the coldest end. I picked up the broken glasses and tried to see my own face the images i got are solely all different. and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken glasses as long as I live. ------------------x---------------------------------
Half April days were forfeit by the moon When the cold flames alit from the sky, Dry leaves are consumed by the whirl, Gone and drowned to the dark bottom. A woman was resting on a river bank, Her hand idling over her bosom, Thousand night eyes watching her and flowing with the dim water curse. My query ripped the stillness Of the hushing cicadas on the trees: "Do you think love is like this river? Eager to travel by open seas? My heart flows like the fire trail Of the falling star in the endless sky." She blinked and I saw a tear, A tear I saw before she said: "Then you do not love me, woe me…" And she threw a pebble on the water… "This is like a kiss and nothing has changed…" The waters flowed among the weed… The waters flowed among the weed… "My love is like a lake with cold waters Waiting the sun to rise on the horizon, The swallow can hunt on my surface for the darting fishes without success: in my depth there is a siren's melody: which voyager will be too bold to hear? The sky is blue as the virgin cloth And like the mirror-like surface of my soul." I leaned and breathed on her lips, and when she breathed on my lips The air was cool and her heart silent – But on her eyes, water lilies I could see."
You're like a fresh drink of water that quenches my soul, pulling you close to me, I hope that your arms would never let me go, never slip away, I want to keep holding your hand, I hope that our love will never come to an end. Your love is like a fresh drink of water that quenches my soul, I can not imagine my life without you, you're like the air that I breathe.
I think of a ladybug on a rail I think of a flowerfly by a fingernaill I think of giant windmills and the sky I think of a close up, a greenish blue eye I think of sparkly stars in the water and sweet kissable feet I think of who they belong to and im so happy that we would meet I think of two people in love, two faces in a mirror I think my heart and soul, couldnt see any clearer I think of rocks in the water and the sun I think of You. . .because your the only one.
Clock striking the eleventh hour and I sit and watch and wait for your return, Looking out into the night from my captain's perch, Remembering you and yesterday, When even the water was blue. The lights steal on across the harbor, Vehicles creep on the distant bridge Their headlights - search lights in the mist... Perhaps lighting the way to guide you home, I pray. I reflect again, Remembering your smile, your laughter And again, that yesterday Even the water was blue. Now, it and I Are cold and Longing for you!
Arriving home from work Sleepy and tired Hot shower i craved A quiet evening desired To the bathroom i go Cascades of water sounds Through the steamed up glass A curvaceous figure is found Her shoulder length hair Soaked back in hold Her body pressed to the pane A sight to behold As i watch her shower Admiring her lathered hands Caressing as she cleans In solitary command Her undulations Wetted glow In adventurous display Her body shows I catch her eye Through the steamed up glass My girlfriend, my love My Highland lass Door ajar She invites me in Naked like birth Skin to skin Our hands in wander As the water flows We merge into one In loving glow http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
Water flowing down a river. Cold, calm, inviting. I want to lose myself in the deepest part. Hope that death will be quick. The water is just cold, it flows smoothly, there is no need for death. The water simply comes up to my knees but I still feel like im drowning. Drowning in the sorrows I have made for myself & the ones you made for me. It's hard to get over the things that have flowed past. It's even harder to turn and walk away. Following the flow of the river is easy but going against the grain, well, it's hard to say.
It was a hot summers day, in our garden in the countryside. Sheltered from noisy cities and towns. Where we are able to approach life so differently. My girl my love, always in liberty flow, so enjoying the rays of natures orange orb. Close by you can hear the cascading of crystal clear waters, eventually reaching us after negotiating meandering contours. In this heat you can sense the rocks secretly smirking, as they are constantly cooled by translucent gifts. On a blanket of green, naked as birth. Her peachy skin delights the vista that captures my eyes. Her blond hair adorned with a daisy chain tiara. She is my princess my queen. She lays on her back, looks into the clear blue sky that ceilings our above. As natures rays are absorbed by her delightful shape. She moves, touches as if in a dream state. Her body reacting with thoughts of unshared dreams as insects buzz and birds sing as if they are party to her thoughts. Their orchestral notes, their musical score playing in symphony to her movements. In momentary gulps of air, Koi carp rise to the surface to share this vista of pure. Tails splashing as if they have been summoned to be part of the scene, slapping the water as if applauding. White water lilies catch the gentle waves, dancing like backing singers to the sounds of the insects and birds. A gentle breeze catches the tired leaves, as they whistle their inaudible notes. As insects dodge their sway to carry on their journey of pollination. Late afternoon arrives as clouds close the sun, like curtains informing us that the scene in today's play has ended. Sporadic sounds from distant birds echo, where earlier they were in riotous volume. The white water lilies are now graced with the gentle undulations of the trickling waters as the Koi settle from the frenzied applause. Our afternoon closes.
As water trickles from the aqua sky, I silently ponder over my life… And how much I care, oh can't you see why? Your bright smile, like the sun helps me through strife. Before now, I never knew who I was, but you helped show me the world's vivid glow. You are my best friend, brave, funny, and just. With you will I feel the bitter, cold snow? I know that together we'll move mountains, Our fates like a vine have become entwined. Our pleasure spreads like water in fountains, Moving forward, we'll never press rewind. Holding hands as we keep moving along, You're the drum behind the beat of my song.
(4/14/12) We live to love - we love to live There is so much we have to give. For every seed that GOD has planted Another life has been granted. Every seed on this earth Will create a brand new birth. He is the farmer - the giver of life The crops he plants will suffice. He planted the stars that shine at night Gave us the sun - hot and bright. He gave us water to quench our thirst And gave us this water to cleanse the earth. He planted seeds of knowledge in our brains So if we had to - we could make the change. He planted the seeds in the female wombs So that life would not end to soon. These are some of the things this farmer has given He has made this life worth living.
Her bare back brings passion into my eyes I gently caress her skin Firm and smooth the surface I place a drop of water on her back And I watch it flow on down All the hills and valleys I wipe the trail of water from her back Softly smoothing out her skin Forming passion within I rest my head on her still naked back Enjoying the softness of her Feeling the love we share Russell Sivey
It is this of the mind that drives us crazy. This beautiful lady of time that makes me wildly insane. It is that of her skin I see lying here next to me. That of her lips to mine as I dream of what could be. It is a lust of beauty that portrays me. As I hear her words haunting me. It is them words to which makes me bleed. Not that of real blood but my heart instead It is there it runs like water through my soul. As I seek to find my own soul. Her curves excite me beyond my control. Like that of morning dew, she brings sunshine in. Like that of the heavens above, the stars shines brightly in. She is like an angel of God's best sent. As she stills my heart in prep. It's there I want to feel that tummy tight. Not just the ripples but the baby inside. It's that of her thighs I want to feel. As I crawl up in between them with excitement spent. It is that of her smile I see. When I close my eyes in sleep. But that of her cheeks I want to feel. As I hold her close to me. It's her eyes of beauty that doesn't lie to me. As she said she wants to be forever in life with me. But it's a lust of beauty to which consumes me. As she quenches the fire from within me. It isn't of water but gas instead. As it flames high and shows my heart of pure red. It's there I love her with all my heart. As she shines light in the deepest part. But it's there she means the world to me. As I dream of a lust of beauty being here next to me. And never being lonely in life again. But be as two and making life happy again.
Sexy is Delicate in Definition Ranging in Geography or all life positions From going to Mexican Restaurants creating the best tasting Fajitas Visiting White Sand Beaches off the coast of Costa Rica Dropping to a size five, trying on smaller clothes Strong burst of water shooting from a fire water hose A fresh haircut with both sides tapered A Writers ink pen as it glides across paper Slowly pulling an oranges' peel away from its' juicy flesh The scent of Spring Air and its' flowers that are fresh A Tattoo Artist ink filled needle penetrating exposed skin That feeling at the race track eludes your horse will win Viewing a Picture that you love, standing behind a fiery heat wave Eating a year old piece of wedding cake, from the freezer that was saved
Staring down at the blue water Smell the salt air The climb to the top was almost too much to bare Closing your eyes remembering wading in the freezing water Wondering if this was the end of your life Arms extending as your heart takes flight Feeling your feet about to slip But in his arms you will never slip Your weight shifts as your heart begins to pound Now you remember the fall You remember the wind sweeping past your face As no sound could escape your lungs. Accept the fall. Knowing his arms were not strong enough to keep you from the waters below The nights spent crying as you felt your heart dying Cold water froze a beating heart In an instant warmth wraps around you Strength pulls you in As words whisper so softly you swear it was the wind Beautiful darling, you can only fall towards me Eyes widen to find the deep cold sea As far down as it ever could be You lean into him, feeling the warmth of the sun above Enjoying every moment, every smile, and every second look For the first time in a long time You no longer fear the sea below You no longer wait for the pain For the day may come where you are freezing in the waters But after a climb unlike the rest Your lungs will fill with the warmest breath And a love that will be your best
A cold drop of water fell on my eye, awakening me from a deep sleep; I felt peculiar, gazing into the mirror and observing the once abundant freckles that had appeared to fade from my unplanned withdrawal. "Today is cleaning day, bedroom first." Singing along with Madonna, I washed my walls of antique white and rearranged the dust-ridden furniture. My brass bed that had been neglected for so long was decorated with an ensemble of white satin ~ oh, so gentle, and the window was washed till it...squeaked. After standing quietly for a long while, I removed my oversized black and white flannel shirt and felt the sun's warmth on my breasts. "Perhaps my freckles didn't completely fade. Damn, the men like my freckles." "Oh, my, the neighbor just pulled in, better button up." Next, I hung exquisite white satin curtains that brushed the floor, and just prior to polishing the sturdy oak floor, randomly scattered candles of violet, blue, white and crimson. Finishing touch...a crystal chandelier that I had wanted for so long...heroic... hanging from the ceiling, capturing the sun dancing in hues of red, purple, pink, yellow, "should have cleaned this room months ago; what took me so long...?" Showering, the warm water enchanted my slender body, and never before had I felt so peaceful...so sure. Slowly massaging my thighs with vanilla cream, and gazing into the mirror, it appeared that freckles yet coveted my nose...breasts... legs... Summer embraced my waist tenderly and softly whispered the secret into my ear... "It's time," convincing myself not to be terribly harsh. I proceeded downstairs, poured a glass of white wine; then... I politely told my lover to leave.
Many flowers and trees always bloom and produce non stop with lots of water and true love despite the many possible Illusions of their lack even when one forgets to wear some gloves of any color but one must have open thoughts including some of trust The many things one absolutely should avoid include the lack of true sincere love and water regardless of any flyswatters which may be kept hidden among the seat belts in a person's comfortable car regardless of steaming hot tar But there is a tendency for people to be hurried and worried until they are buried and there is no curtain call even at the many malls where one person or another either pops too many corks and gets hauled away or makes an important purchase movies since the twentieth century and due to some misfortune they generally contain absolutely no sincerity what so ever even when a girl is named Heather and grows up to be charming with out feather in her hair not that she is not sincere herself while some citizens are not yes this is an insincere era but thank God some of humans are sincere and some are beautiful as well which can be a very wonderful surprise to a sincere person regardless of what the insincere might think before spilling stuff all over the place with out holding a can of mace in any size of space- nevertheless many flowers bloom
It made you feel good, emptied Of emotional weight. You lay against The enamel, water up to your waist And of course the blade. You wanted to make it special. Scented Candles and the blinds pulled up. You could see the sun, rough like a tangerine. Crowded by the sky, you felt its pain. You let the blade kiss your flesh, a jagged tear It was strong like leather, some sort of mesh. The water turned pink, left a tidemark Round the tub. He said he'd leave you, In a weighted breath, you uttered 'Good luck.'
Bits and pieces my Dreams come only in flashes Dashes of Techicolour and Surround sound can't be Dreams my eyes are open No scents in dreams Just endless reels This movie love Story keeps playing Every night no white Horses or sword fights Or kisses exchanged Under rain soaked street Lamps on forbidden corners Not Award worthy actors Reciting make-believe passion Less phrases the daises in this Movie are real Lilies Growth steady call our Love real oak trees But our feelings aren't Planted seeds no role Leads to win Random prayers forgive Our sins e-mails text Messaged from our ten lips Each Kissing keys early into Morning hours writing Screenplays of the past hours Simple phrases like "Baby I just had my shower" Shower hot water feelings Even from cold water Pipes 3000 miles away New movies released 3000 Times a day means I Fell in love with You 3000 times Tonight snuggled on The Couch we made love Again the moment your new E-mail clicked "Message Sent" My nose tickled by your Long forgotten scent Images of G-L-O-R-Y My super hero in the Stories life writes us But this isn't a story These are my dreams This is my life
Dear friend, What is love? Pardon the phrase but, love is unexplainable. Love is different to all people and different from all points of view. This matter need not be addressed but in the end all do it anyways. Drowning is like fire in the lungs. The water rushes in and it burns. The waves somehow suck you down into the dark. Nothing below, faint light above. Rushing into the darkness is what feels familiar. These things need not be addressed, but they will anyways. Why is it that some people seek the coldest, dampest places in solitude? Why do humans seek to destroy when life is what we can create? These things need not be addressed, but they will nonetheless. Not to trail off the subject, back to the point at hand. Unrequited love often feels like drowning. Burning chest, burning lungs feels the same. All that love and no where, no one to give it to. Taken these things into consideration, love is better off left dormant and untouched. Drowning and feeling like drowning are the same. Neither one is no better than the other. In fact the water seems to be a little more inviting. Due to the fact that at least drowning will finish you off and kill you. You cant truly die from a broken heart. It only feels like it. Yours truly, A voice of a distant star
As the roses fade, And wilt and bend. As the leaves turn brown, And it comes to it's end. As the water stops, And the creek beds dry up. As the water evaporates, And lets an empty cup. As the fire goes out, And there is no light to see. In my heart, Is where you will always be. And as the dust settles, And new life will come. There are memories forgotten, memories but one. The memories of us, They will never wilt or die. They will remain forever, And you are the reason why.
A Lesson best Learned Love is the entity in which We are created from; So Beautifully As Pure and Sweet as Honey combs! Deep as the ocean floors; In as quick as a flowing Brook steam. Just as thy water covers thee earth; She too loves without Limits And So…so abundantly For water is peaceful and tranquil Patient for Change She transforms from any and all circumstance; Just to make its way A little bit closer to you! She misses you. She calls upon His Holy Name; When it seems you have drifted A little too far She blows from her own tune. Listen! And hear thy Word And I groove to it ever so softy. Her rhythm of love nurturer you; And when the storm gets to hard to bare! She carries you back to shore. She teaches you with all thy might! Her intimacy with our Heavenly Father Stimulates your Faith in Him! She dwells in Heavens View, And placed amongst the up-most Clouds of Grace. To my Guarding Angel I say unto you, Thank you! "While favouor can be deceitful And beauty may be vain: But a woman that feareth the Lord, She shall be praised." Give Her of the Fruit of her hands; And let her own works praise her In the Gates."(proverbs 30,31)
Filled Lord thank you for showing me your face Even though I don't deserve it But that's why it's called grace You are everything, you are powerful and mighty I can't take your grace and mercy lightly You are everything that I am, you are my all Even thought I'm filled with sin that causes me to fall You didn't deserve, you sent your son for me For all of my sin, you sent your son to die on a tree Why did you do this? Why did you come down from above? It's about a four letter word, its because of your LOVE But this love, why do I deserve it? My sin has thrown me into a bottomless pit But even though I'm broken you love me still I am empty but your love was meant to fill Some glasses may be half-empty but mine is completely filled Because this isn't normal water that can be spilled I have living water and it quenches my thirst All I have to do is accept your love first I'm gonna take it, I want all you can give So I'm gonna praise you for as long as I live
(3/25/12) The ship is sinking and I need someone To hold my hand ! Will you stay with me, will you take a stand ? Will you be the one with me when my life Is just about thru , or will you turn your back As so many often do. The water is rising quickly and it's just about to my knees Will I have to beg you ? Will I have to plead? You claimed that you loved me and no one Else will ever do, and to my heart you Will forever be true. Is this how weak your love is ? That you have To hesitate - by the time you make up your mind it just may be too late. I don't know which one is sinking faster My heart or this here ship. The water is now to my waist And it's rising OH so fast And you are looking at me And reflecting upon the past. GO ! Leave me ! to deal with what may be the end For now I really see that you was never my love. Let alone a true friend. I don't know which one will take me first The water or my tears, but I learned a lesson And I've lost all my fears. I will swim to safety, for I know that I've grown strong And with you , I know I don't belong. MY HEART IS STRONG NOW !
Pay attention now! Silence for just a moment shut your eyes, do your ears feel the water dripping wet in the distance March towards the sound don't look around just look ahead Wait! what's that. Shut your eyes pay attention again It sounds like water speeding up hard and fast while striking some kind of aim Open your eyes, do you see something Keep walking eyes pealed not understanding what you are about to come face to face with Look around what do you see Just smiling with what is in front of you! All you want to do is grin for what magnificence that lies in front of you brings chills directly down your spine The thrilling water fall makes you a leap of affection -Nikhil Chandwani
I don't mean to importune But I can't help but notice How your eyes are set upon the path before your wandering feet I don't mean to be rude But I can't help but see you Staring at your faded reflection in the water as clouds wander by I don't mean to mimic you But every word, everything you do Just seems exactly like what I thought I was going to say But there's never enough time left in these days I don't mean... But that's ok if the leaves give you shelter from the sun and the rain Rest a while at the edge of yourself I mean, so long as you don't mind my presence, my faded voice It's just that all that echoes from your lips sounds like it bears repeating time again and again What's that? You're leaving? Don't leave me here with nothing but a shadow of time on the water and mirrors in sheets of white rain that bring little relief to my desert so dry in the shade of these tears that I've cried, phosphorescing in the lonely night. I thought that I'd found you The one who would lie at the edge of her own nothingness Until the roots of oblivion finally set in the soul And the hole there before her, brimmed over with water The hole would just prove to be what I've become And what she'd become, nothing more than a door into sunsets And daffodil tears in the morning would form on her lips as she finally knew who she was But no, you could never fulfill that fate After all, all the words that could fall from your lips I've already said over and over again to myself No, there's nothing you can say That hasn't been uttered once over again From my lips, now wet with dew And the tears of a flower As hour by hour The days end And so I turn into myself As I've always been turned She loves me Loves me not Petal By Petal
You wake up crying.. Your heart is choking you and you feel like dying. The pain that you try to contain.. The pain that you try to explain.. But no one hears your quiet screams. It seems, your buried your heart so the beats can be calm. But all I ask is that you bury your heart in my palms. Like the air you might not see me, but you can breathe me And believe me, I'll always be there whenever you need me. You died in my eyes So your soul flows with my tears when I cry. You buried your past into the ground and the pain grew into a rose. I water it with the tears of my memories so it can grow. Give me your heart so I can hold it I love you like God loves the Devil, but he doesn't like to show it. I'll hug you like a tree hugs the ground. I'll hug you like the sky hugs the clouds. Your heart oozes It's covered in scotch tape and bruises. I hold it carefully to cover the cracks And everyday you go through a gentle heart attack. I'll always be there like an organ in your body. I'll always be there whenever you need somebody. I dry your tears from the feathers of your wings Your heart is warmer than the devil in the spring. You're an angel in disguise You've been tangled through the lies You shine like a rainbow in my eyes every time when you cry. There's a garden in your face And every time you cry, you water them in place... the roses in your cheeks. There's a puddle of pain in your dimples that I drown in. Let my words erase the pain that you've been through. Your heart is the only thing I commit to Just know that I'll always be there..
I placed a stone for you..... in my stream For, you are part of this dream You are part of me too Tumbling stream Tumbling dream I placed a stone for you... in the tumbling stream I saw this in my dream This stone for you I placed next to mine so The tumbling stream Tinkling water flow Tumbling stream Tumbling dream I placed a stone for you.... In my stream I flow around too..... in my dream Sun filtering through Tinkling water so Touching me too Bright water flow Tumbling dream Tumbling stream This magical force This bright water course Gold touching silver too This sun filtering through In my dream I placed a stone for you.... by my tumbling stream
You and I sail our boats across the sea. As the wind whistled in their soft symphony. Just like love songs that I heard in my dreams. And swaying our body to the tune of wave. You squeeze me tighter closer to you, then I see your eyes glistened like water from a blue. Then I remember our first embrace. The smile flickers on a salty water of glee On where we're watching the sea birds fly. And gaze the gloaming day at the shingle. Those sweet memories reflect on my mind Painted in my heart, etched in my soul. Even if, it was only seen in my dreams. Like building a castle that made of sand. As a stroke of wave, our love will vanish along. Is it a dream of mine that end? Like missing you in the midst of the shore. Where my heart was left in the tide of solitude. You and I travel on the wings of love Fly as the bird higher than high Until we drowned in the ocean of love Until we found the pearl of affection. That captivates each other senses. That more than our heart could ever say. But then, this love is just an illusion. That you, and I is only in dreams can be forgotten until the morning dawn. That can be buried in the shadow of water dance. You, and I, only in my dreams that can be blown by winds from shore.
There once was this Baby-blue flower That I use to know If she didn't get water There was no chance for her to grow Well, Baby-blue was planted Where no water flowed near It was only rain that fed her Hardly any came one year It left Baby-blue wilted and dying But, she pulled herself through Managing to survive On nothing more than the dew Deciding while feeling weak and uncared for Just too finally give up Along side of Baby-blue Popped sweet Buttercup By him, Baby-blue was mesmerized And felt under a trance Thinking it's worth holding on To give life with Buttercup a chance Sweet Buttercup helped Baby-blue That back then, he did not know Just by sharing life with her He saved her from death row
When Spring turned in to a Summers day The Summer Queen returned to play High summer........... The warm days...... Wind sighs......... Blue butterflies.......... The King of Water ,happy to see The Summer Queen For, the water blue............... Loves the deepest green How the trees and flowers grew The wand of the Summer Queen , touching all How beautiful the holly bushes....... By the Great Hall The birds and butterflies flew Through the Whispering Trees The sound of the lark.............. Floated on the breeze High summer........ Sunny days The joy of life, continues to amaze Castle Heartstone........... amidst golden haze The King of water and his Queen........... Renewed their love in the Great Hall The Heartstone looked on.............. How the sun shone! The Tapestries knew.......... The love so true........ The colours showed......... the West wall glass, glowed The Castle grounds........ Filled with colour and sound The summers' symphony The birdsong all around But alas! Summer cannot last.............. For, on the horizon Autumn leaves cast, thus begins the circle again
The Philosopher is a single long poem, I apologize for the inconvenience of splitting it into 2 parts. He pushes aside the weathered curtain The colourless tub, the bland tiles, his grey glazed sight He looks over his shoulder and invites her into his mental fortress The King philosopher's decreed writer Her sole existence is to write his thoughts and greatness as the ideas arise from the ashes in the furnace of his mind Invisible revolutionary phoenixes, a wonder never seen The writer is a woman, beautiful, his fantasies rule with an iron hammer He feels nothing for the imaginary woman His dreams told of respect, of falling in love in its truest form: The caesarean of his mind, and she would fall in love with the thought burning society within So she sat there, somewhere, laptop in hand The philosopher closes the curtain, undresses, the water is warm It caresses him like no lover ever has Unlocks the rusting, fading Iron Gate within, this water that stirs the slumbering giant within his flesh He closes his fragmented eyes The distorted images disappear and his mind kisses his wounds better He sighs In his mind she waits behind the curtain, it must be awkward He does not smile, but his lips part, and he sighs the heat away The water cools The philosopher sits The small tub is a tight fit, he looks down The flaws of man so bare before him He sees them in many a light, riddled with the protruding edges of perception He tucks his fragmented eyes away The philosopher looks down on the folds of his flesh again The hair, the child of nature and god, an unholy affair His hand runs over his thigh, the meaningless hair, the soft fat His fragmented eyes see the flaws of society A misguided shamble of enterprises, the idea of destiny a delusion His misty eyes see a cripple He dictates his poem She writes He looks up at the curtain, the veil separating him from humility And he sees its transparency He sees the inadequacy of definition, of documenting his emotion and the ideas of his furnace He realizes the chaos of his being He looks down again He sees a handsome man Thin, fit, comfortable sitting in the tub Society in acceptance of itself and the reality of its situation, a philosophical utopia And behind that lie, he still sees a cripple © Samir Georges 2009
The Bengal By: Hobbes As silence falls upon the grasslands The bengal stalks his prey Hidden in his camo where he stands He never backs away. He uses the grass and the wind and the trees To hide his form and scent And the prey that he now sees, will not know where he went. The wind sings songs of hunts from past as the hunter takes chase And like a blur he moves so fast you'd never see his face. His prey is lost he has no clue of what is yet too come And then he jumps his aim so true and catches his prey dumb. The brothers roll and tustle strong Until their mother calls They fill the air with their playful song And neither of them falls Into the water they both dive Too cool off from the heat They're so happy to be alive And bask in natures treat. The bengal brothers play and play And never tire out In the water they love to stay And love to splash about They prance about in bliss all day Until the sun goes down Then to their mom with no delay Who greets them with a frown.
You have filled our cups to overflowing and broken bread with your loving kindness showing prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine You do supply with the fare that we need the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed fruitful is the table where you have us led so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread Take eat for his body broken was for you and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True you must ingest his teaching Word by Word assimilate to understanding what you've heard We must consider and upon your law reflect till comprehension can lead path to circumspect for with you is where all knowledge can be found that like rain does water all our ground God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep with guidance to astounding meadows fair for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share He did empty the heavens of his Son so the sharing of his table could be won for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground and to partake of his Spirit we be found sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39 John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16 1John 2:27 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Under the Waterfalls She talks about waterfalls it's her secret wish She likes Knickerbockers Glory ... it's her favorite ice cream dish She is a romantic So Very sensitive Doesn't like to receive She just likes to give She is in control Of her own destiny Knows what she is And what she wants to be I'm a man writes poems It's all I got left I likes to cook Some say I'm a chef She tells of a time She made a mistake on her work And her co-workers made fun Up till today it's still a joke And she dreams of a water fall And knows what she wants to do It's just a wish of hers Wish I'm the one to make it come true Her smile is timeless It's a mystery to behold Her friendship is like magic That captivated me in her world And she loves the water falls A secret she shares with me So I clear my agenda Make that my destiny One day will open my life In front her like a book hope she still choose me After she had a look And how I secretly love her so she must never find out at all cause I hope one day to tell her Under the water fall
But my love had wanted me to close my eyes. She awaited that moment for an eternity with unrivaled patience. For she was in love with the water and waited only for me to close my eyes so that her escape could happen without my perception. I was the scapegoat for my love. What a cruel twist of irony: the reason I was unhappy would seemingly be of my fault. How amazingly spiteful that the one I loved so much allowed me to wallow in self-pittance while she made off with her true love. Her true love that lurked so calmly undetected, yet was there the whole time. My love floated, dead, alongside my boat. I continued to ride as the boat smoothly and steadily headed toward shore. In an almost humorous obedience, my love stayed alongside the boat. Caught in the wake, her non-seeing eyes saw everything but saw nothing. Her beauty was unharmed and the water made her shimmer and sparkle with the sun's rays. If this was how it was going to be, I was okay with it. My love was happy. As I rode closer to shore, my love's body slowly started to float higher up on the water. Her eyes became less whited. As the boat slid up onto the soft, white sand, her laid half-in, half-out of the lake. Without hesitation, I bent down and lifted her into my arms. As she awoke from the sleep of death, she coughed and gasped. I whispered I love you as our embrace grew.
In a night, my flight turned into a storm. Both rocky and calm, Full of gusts and minor debris. Rain pelted me, The thunder struck behind me, The wind chilled my body, I am all alone. My nest is gone. My family is gone; The cat dominated my home. But now, I am flying. Flying. Flying. Flying. To the south, Where warm weather and promise awaits. The ocean below me is exquisite and powerful, Under the moon and stars. The water raging. The water foaming. The fish swimming in there schools, The coral providing homes Sunlight touched my chilled feathers, The trees inviting my stay. I preened and the wind ruffled, A sound. Alert. Twist. Take off. I'm scared. What am I to do? Where am I to go? Mountains loomed before me, A rainbow painted across the sky. I have to keep going, I feel I must fly. My life isn't mine. My goal not achieved. There is more. I know it. There's a house below, It's a cabin among the pine trees. I can dream. . . For peace, for serenity. There is a window and a ledge, A shiny, tiny bell waved on a collar. A pipe sat on the side table. The fireplace ablaze with fire. Love. Warmth. Cheep! The old man looked at me, The orange tabby did to. He opened the window, My feet stayed on the ledge; I backed away. Tabby looks curious, Amber eyes a-glow. He held his finger out, I felt compelled to remain. My feathers are still soaked. He touched my wing. I moved closer. A peek at the tabby. Hop. Cheep! Inside the cabin. I'm calm. Here I stay. This is my home. I play fly tag with Tabby. I have my place on the fireplace. I can stay. Until I have to fly away again.
She awakens from her sleep as if nothing happened the night before. She stretches out to feel aching and she closes her eyes. Her mind flashes back to the night before. She remembers the call, the words, the feeling. She remembered giving everything and getting nothing in return other than broken promises from his lips to hers. She gets out of her bed, she undresses then turns on the water to the shower. She steps inside, the water pouring down on her, she burst out into tears. Knowing she failed, she failed herself. She wishes it all away, she is scrubbing herself trying to wash him off her. Wash all the kisses and touch that he placed on her. She can still feel him touching her and kissing her, she couldn't wash it away. She drops to the bottom of the shower. She is crying uncontrollably, the water still pounding on her used body. She trembles with fear, wondering what was to happen to her now. If she couldn't look after herself how could she look after another.
SIXTYTWO SIXTYTWO Therebedragonflies CharlaXFabels There is no darkenness in the LORD my GOD he is perfect and forever more the creation He has made a little less than perfectly but some things he made to warm our hearts in spring are nearly formed as close to GOD he loves them all the dragonflies is one of those they meet all the requirements for our love. Four wings so delicately made to fly. A faces only mothers could have loved. NO reason much to live except just to exist existence then is love. They fly and have ewe noticed them at night how they like to lite near open water near a waterfall ewe find them mostly brown but there aer read ones and some blue ones and some good ones no they are only good ones and they spy on lovers in the night One heart lonesome thinking of her man one heart yearning to be a man they find each other in the dragon fly again. Water drowns a man he wants to swim into the underwater dragonfly the lair of all the mermaid wishes she is there oh mye Ianthe. You are terribly adorable! mon ange. <3 >.< Soon the dragonflies will come back again L()()K at this it seems that love has blinded her to mye reality she waits and searches for our love amid the gleaming pearls of water searching for the wings the spotted owl no the raven quoted no the flying serpent there no it is the yellow tail the golden flyer there the portent of mye heart turned into love.
It's there I sat, in a shower of spray. In that of warmth as the shower sprays. In that of heart as the water fills the part. Deep in my mind the water runs broad. But there in soul, you liquefy my thoughts. As you run like water through heart and soul. As a warmth of water, you cover each drop that falls. It is there to which you are a shower of love. As I have found myself showered with love. With that of comfort and soothing warmth. You have changed my temp, to luke warm. It's being next to you to which I melt. As the water falls from my heart at melt. It is there behind the curtains to which you don't see. That of the nakedness to which has brought me to this scene. That of a love divine to which reins in my heart and time. As there's nothing but just thoughts of you, showering my mind. As each thought of you seems lonelier, as the water wash down the drain. It's there to which is my loneliest when I sat alone. Thats there's nothing but you in thought as I remember what we shared. With that of love and happiness and companionship we compare. But it is that of emptiness and distance to which I cry. As your love, I have found none to which compares. To the feeling I felt when you showered me with your love. With that of your heart you care but that of your words that cut down deep. As you said you cared and would never part. But now, there's distance and us far apart. As I have found myself sitting here feeling that of no love. As it is just me as my tears wash away that of old love. But iit is that of a showering love. To which has brought me crying out for love. As you have caused my heart to shower in tears of love. As with you, I have found that of a showering love. And that was having you and the warmth of your love.
Dusky dawn, Out of sight. Stifled words You try to fight. Whimpered pain Escapes your lips. As if your struck By a whip. Anger digs Deeper down. Beyond the core Of the ground. Lava hot Deep within. Hollow heart Full of sin. Rift of lightning Across the sky. Parched ground No longer dry. Pounding rain Drifts on down. Rolls of thunder Starts to sound. In your mind You start to fall Trickled down Like water fall. Falling deep As water well. Pent up feelings That you dwell. Bruises lay Upon your heart. Ripped wide open Torn apart. Sewed together And wrapped with tape. So the love Cant' escape. But love seeps in And love leaks out. Emotions scream You want to shout. Digging deeper Into your grave The outer walls Begin to cave. Hard to feel Or even breathe All this pressure You want to leave. Sadness falls And crumbles down. Smothered deep into the ground. And in this hole Where you lie. Your realize now Is where you'll die. 'Cause in your heart There is a craze. To your pain You are a slave. And if a time You'd never miss. Just let go Put down your fist. Choose it wisely Just be sure. 'Cause all it is Is a lure. A simple catch To this game A death wish You can't restrain. ©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
The are gone, the house is silent now The families from a distant state that came Saw me cuddled in my cradling vow Smiled, but could not understand the flame So now alone again with thoughts of you So now alone again with bright memories I smell the jasmine of your presence, Jew How sweet is your voice over waves and eddies. And again on Gunboat beach we run, and I Coming from the water find them there You see the the anger in my frown and eye You see the rising cause of liquid fear And thinking only of me, your charm opened To them like a rose, they happy left And I visited by heaven, denied an angel then Left that place crushed and so bereft. O that I could return there again, just stay Still crimson sunset colors you gold To tell my apologies and with you play Till the sands are old, and the waters cold Implore its heat from you. To sit again And dine on your loveliness, to feast my Heart on your eyes singing me a refrain While around us wind and water only sigh.
Fragile is her heart, but with strength she stands, Love is never her burden, soft are her hands. With a smile she soaks up the tears, A blanket of faith to cover her fears. Forgiveness sits on the tip of her tongue, Even if I've done the worst wrong. She loves me more than I could ever know, A mother's love doesn't need water to grow. Grief has been given where water should have been, It happens over and over, again and again. Why she still loves me, so much so Why she still cares, I will never know. My heart has hardened, it sits sunken in scum, There should be no forgiveness to what I have done. Nothing to terrible, so still I think, But I will not break the chains in this family link. A mother's love does not grow from a seed, But she is the water that her children need. When a seed stops getting water, it grows cold and dies, My mother's water, has come from her eyes. Sorry mom, for being that blister under your skin, For you having to dig at it everyday with a pin. I know I have left scars in your spirit and heart, I know these past couple months, I haven't been so smart. I love you, even if you don't think I do, There is nothing that will ever replace you. I know I have to grow up and move on in my life, I will make bad decisions and I will cause you strife. I can make no promises telling you I will do right all the time, Or that I will always be able to be here at the drop of a dime. But I tell you this, cross my heart, I will try, To always be honest to our family and never lie. Thank you Mom for who you are and for loving me so, It is your words of love and encouragement I will never let go.
The water wakes that the water makes transforms me into odder shapes other times I turn to brine for sour grapes make the sweetest wine and to all my children, I shall be your villain if the purpose shall arise through my empty thoughts in that empty space, is what I seek in the compromise with the beauty of life endangered, far more after Mother, where is the lady? who cradled me as a baby? whose earthly nature sure bred creation into this creature I came to be when I am lost, or I cannot see I can always rely on me Proud as the man I am I love who I become for I am growing more rapidly that ever thought by anyone I love most the parts, I keep to me for that are what saved me those days, Now I am all that I am the savior of self made Some people call me crazy some people still call my old name some people are calling me a falling angel until one day, that is all left, I am then I shall be unbounded for the better or the worse but know for certain that upon arrival my act shall be well rehearsed.
Since we've been apart I can't stop thinking about you You're in everything I say You're in everything I do Walking through the woods today I came across a creek I found a secrete water fall Hidden by the trees I waded through the water Of this magical place I looked at my refection And I thought I saw your face Since we've been apart I can't stop thinking about you You're in everything I say You're in everything I do I sat and watched the sunset Behind the mountains high and tall I listened to the wind blow past And I thought I heard you call Sitting in the field Looking up at all the stars I closed my eyes and thought of you And wondered where you are Since we've been apart I can't stop thinking about you I might be going crazy I just don't know what to do
Thank you Keith, Ernesto, Kristin and Diane Thank you christopher and beyond I love this soup Richer than St Elizabeth cow peas Mannish water or pepperpot Poetry.com was a bubble in my history Burst now I love this family, O Deborah what a gift What a Caleb in your tongue Carolyn sweet as a Irish violin The little Japanese tea Served in chinese cup Thank you Stacey, Denis, Lena Karena Children of a sweeter God Muse of the okra tongue Slippery as oil where inspirations run Under the green sheet of the sun Laurie, Karen, Brian, Sue Stacy you too Orishas of the river woman Giver to the Shango Brides, brethren, warrior crew I am the twister, conniver The rattle of the drum You played me And gentle too, Lovers are givers and sweet water flows in sweet rivers Thank you God for these people, the candles Of your fireflies Thank you all for you.
It Started off as a seed. That we, you and I planted. We watered it daily, gave it plenty of sunshine, and it grew. The most beautiful flower, it was. People envied it. Wishing they could grow a flower like ours. "It will always bee there", you said, " as long as we remember to take care of it. But our lives sometimes caused us to forget to shower it with affection. We sometimes forgot to water it, and sit it in the sunshine to absorb the warmth. And soon we didnt water it at all, and it didn't see sunshine for weeks. It started to lose its bright red, and fade to brown. And by the time i realized what was happening it was too late. I tried to revive it. I watered it more than usual. And even let it sit in the sun all day. But it continued to deteriorate. A flower such as this needs the devotion of two, one person can't do it all. So, I had to sit, and watch as our flower... our love... died.
Come To The River! Come to God's river! It never shall run day! Come and drink… There is a vast supply! Come to the river! It flows from God above! It's eternal flow is from his heart of love! Come and drink of this water's life giving flow! This water can completely make you whole! Come and taste of the Lord's everlasting goodness! It can bring to your life … A complete wholeness! Come and drink his water that's every so sweet! It will quench your eternal thirst and make you complete! Come now and drink! There's room for YOU! The choice is yours… What will you do? By Jim Pemberton
Walking down the graveled path For a day at the little beach; We picked up ripened persimmons And purple muscadines along the way. Butterflies fluttered around my wife. Blazes of color lie under the trees. Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake Around several ducks with their bottoms up. We took our shoes off on the little beach And splashed along the shoreline. We picked up rocks and skipped the stones Between the passing boats and waves That pushed and pulled us in shallow water. Soon, I had to search for more stones And persimmons, and I found a winged horse, Pewter, on a black stringed necklace. I tied it around my son's light brown neck. He ran through the water bare back And swam with his mom in shallow parts. After our lunch of found-treats we walked, And played and threw rocks in the water again. My son drew my face in the wet sand. We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun And enjoyed the laughter and fun.
I forgive you mother and father For your mistakes Will I be forgiven for mine? They say the sins of the parents Shall be visited upon the children So they have visited And I embraced them In times of uncertainty And ran from them in In moments of clarity Surely as the stone goes rolling Down a steep slope I too have fallen And landed on bottom Only to brush myself off To attempt yet another perilous climb A venture to the top Where I truly believed Love and safety could be found In a parents embrace Destiny however had another plan Because I continued to ignore What the universe had in store So I climbed And so I fell Perhaps it was my own pain That kept me trying in vain For I could not foresee That you suffered as well How could offer something That you were never given? The flowers will not bloom Without the water But what if you never received the water To give in the first place? Now I understand mother and father (pause) Fixate over what cannot be changed Bang your fists on stone It is your hands that will bruise Scream to the moon Yell to the stars Until your voice weakens Drink yourself into oblivion To suffer a sobering reality Inflict your soul With the blade of self-hatred Ultimately your heart alone will ache So you will climb And so you shall fall Although I will no longer Try to take Clearly what cannot be given Your love and safety Always will be hungered for But I have become a spiritual warrior Amid a world full of harsh realities And self serving persons I have learned to give myself The water for the flowers Love can still be ascertained The outside is cold But the inside is warm And in here I found what lay dormant Waiting to spring forth Now the inevitable time has arrived To put the burning question to rest What would life have been like with you? The universe apparently has another design (pause) Perhaps in the next life On another world In some other time There will be a new plan In the meantime Let go and stop ascending An unattainable hill From which you will fall Yes, the pain will still survive But it is love for myself That gives me the strength to be alive So I forgive you mother and father For your mistakes All that I ask in return Is forgive me for mine For I too am only human
So this is the truth of our golden plate and silver spoon Do not preach to me! lead the horse to water and if the water looks inviting i might drink or go for a swim and today as we blindly refuse to treach the world population sign language and selectively numb as we think we are throw the deaf people away because its their turn to understand gods love for them love has become pain gods love is not pain the door to forgiveness and make it stop please god is mental anguish and only we can break the cycle of the wars of our fathers they refuse to remember but i havent forgot they mask it with humor and alcohol controls and manipulation because some politician or jking didnt want gay men and forced schools to brainwash children through spankings for generations we have just started to turn that page Do not preach to me Do not! Love is not emotional physical or menatl abuse Love of my higher power or god has nothing to do with mankind wanting to control the univers and their desire to have it revolve around them so at this nonexistant crime scene of wehy our world is this way ask yourself if you were a child and spanked three to five times a day to be forced to love god and then forced into the real world to marry and have children out of survival is that not brainwash and why is our world this way? some want to go back to the ways of the old some want to spare the rod but you spoil the child and sure we supposedly have it easy with silent wars of drugs and marketted gang wars in the music and propoiganda everyday and companies of liars selling us whatever we should buy next I will not pray to a human sacrifice or anything linked to slavery and the burning of thousands of women who were doctors do not preach to me for i can humble you and you can choose to put your head bacjk in the sand or wait till april fools day again
When the bricks were being thrown in the windows when the cross were being burnt on the front lawn when irate callers called in the middle of the night with threats ans racial slurs she stood by her man When Reverend King preached from the pulpit when he gave speeches in front of crowds when the sit-ins were demonstrated when the police locked Dr. King in jail she stood by her man as the water sprayed form the water hose at full blast during the speech "Free At Last" conveying the message about the Promised Land when her husband raised his hand Coretta Scott stood by her man
Running Water Cold, lonely, fears Heartache,pain,tears Abuse, torment all of her years Sick of the lies sick of the guys hurts so bad inside Samestuff everynight Men walk the earth with no souls Night after night it takes it toll Can you hear the running water Flooding out her cries Feels nothing when they caress her thighs Smile on their faces all a facade They just want her bod Do they know my age or do they care what do they fear give it up or ya dying (running water) why you sighing goes to the building the place where it all started She lost her virginity By some Pimp some scumbag Her own father(running water Runs a tub of running water running water She closes the door ofthe abandonded building Think about your children My son is my brother A sister mommy Pills and razor blades Drop to the floor Convulsions Twisting and turning as she drops to the floor Even the devil hell'll see this and feel remorse for Torn apart By men with out a heart Pray to her maker To make it end Molested at 10 God haven't heard from him since Make it all go away No more pain, no more monsters No more tears, no more more ruthless virginity-taken by some pimp, some scumbag Her own father Runs to the basement floor A life even the Devil'll shed a tear for On the floor-Here's the scence Walls are lime green Smells like crap Straight out of a horror scence A home not even suiutable to fiends There a sink and a tub Pills and razor blades Ah Takes out the painkillers Here eyes fill with so many tears Been tring to escape for years Fills the tub with running water Tears flow(Running Water) Silence-pain comes back Yeah, yeah back back.. to reality Wish I was god so I could get a gun & watch em all defy gravity Gets in a tub of running water Puts her head down Let it flow Better than a pill Aint no ecstasy Let em' get the best of me Nothing is sound Silence- Death is my escape Through the flow of running water © Amin Aziz
That night I left I was totally sure I was happy we wouldn't't argue anymore Checking my e-mails just to see your name Reflections in water are blurred and distorted My mind is no different with happiness retorted Checking my e-mails just to see your name The water of my emotions runs clear There is nothing to taint the memories I hold dear Checking my e-mails just to see your name But that's not true what about the lies and fights I wish I could hate you and stop imagining this saint Its time to move on Delete out box, in box and unsent
8D my mind is an open book. read it and have a look. "Open" said Crow. "We near the brook" "Stones are there and little by little does the trick. Love the journey... it's the Mother of all invention. ============================== http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34 Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened. It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the mother of invention.)
Basement Occupied of dirty laundry Comic books And Chuck Palahniuk This grungy fume Smells of coffee beans Stirred with cigarette butts And dirty feet Neutral Milk Hotel is singing Through that dirty old stereo of yours On top is a stack of Scratched up mixes I created Elliott Smith Built to Spill And Leslie Feist Scribbled with my sharpies 24 pack purchased at Costco This scene Is all too familiar And this room reeks Of the late Saturday nights Spent watching Spiderman one and two Not three Those summer days Full of slices at Dream And rooftop adventures The miles soaked In that dark maroon truck Where your baby brother's safety chair Always got tangled up with the seat belt You got frustrated And I just laughed Those kitchen afternoons Full of Honey Bunches of Oats And mouth-watering sandwiches Light on the mayo And heavy on the mustard The lazy Sundays Keeping our hands warm With a cup of English Breakfast Find us downtown Wondering around Second Street Notes left on the counter Don't forget to water the plants And absolutely no guests With an examination mark at the end Love, Mom You never did forget to water the plants Hand in hand With a zip lock bag full of trail mix Extra M&M's With the world at our feet That smile of yours Takes me back Seventh grade Three seats ahead of me A small frame With a big head Abnormally long arms A devious smile From ear to ear No braces provided Massive hands And uneven bangs A deep voice For a little man Stuck inside A supernatural world Full of villains And superhero capes Plaid jacket Everyday Snatched from Goodwill Cheated the soda machine And smacked lockers Just to hear the magnetic mirrors Crash The face is so familiar And the past is vivid But I know nothing about you How are you? How is she? Do you remember that One time we Raced in the dark Till our insides almost exploded That night I almost fell Off your rooftop Pointing out the Big Dipper These times Float through my mind Vividly By the way Your hideous attempt To draw a triceratops Is still hanging on my wall Thanks for that
The ocean mist on my face Wind blowing through my hair I feel the water as it envelopes me Washing away all the pain The water rushes around me Soothing and comforting Rushing to my rescue Cleansing me of all my troubles The sound of waves The birds flying by Dipping down into the water Rising up and rushing off The pain of the past The uncertainty of the future The turmoil of today I pray for peace Where is my god? Is he here? I pray but I feel no relief I continue to have hope
Your voice is soothing like water trickling cool droplets from a hypnotic water feature. Cool droplets which echo and sparkle the green fountain of our crisp, breezy mountain. The glistening sun on the water mirrors your sweet reflection. Harmonizing accapello voices gently rain an entrancing lullaby. Warm cheering from the depths of my soul echos how beautiful nature is with a Spring of hope and promise in it. Two fawns with panpipes play a merry tune. A deep voice like heat rising on a running engine of anticipation.. Says...... "Dearest Angel, your complexion is flushed from the dance. Come and relax a while...."
I can't walk out on this feeling, The fat lady has just about sung the Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss. The duality of my desires schism through my heart Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and tickling at the same time. I visit the municipal baths site of my hometown, Find it gone, the pool filled in and grassed–over as if It had never been; the only reminder a blue concrete Fountain still intact; no water, just earth and grass, Filling the basin, moss and lichen clinging there. I touch the stone; run fingers where as a child They had been run many long years before. Contact with the past, bolts in the brain, I am back. Hot lemon sun beats down on bare skin, Chlorine fumes stab my eyes, water splashes, crisp Packets rustle and I see the changing cubicles: cupboards Of wooden blue slats with batswing doors, And myself swimming through cold, clean water Aged eleven and full of life and vitality, Future mapped as some golden pathway of potential, As summer goes on and on, feeling like forever. Above, the rumble of twin engines, a plane draws A vapour trail, silver cracking the intense blue, My eyes narrow and tear from glare when looking up; I see the plane fly away, on and on without crashing, No engine failure, no loss of life. And I smile in the chill of the water and The scorch of the sun when emerging to lie on The grass or the sizzling concrete surround. The skies dim, though, evenly cloud over that afternoon, People pack up and leave before the first downpour. Don't go, I say, stay, it will pass. They pay no heed, they do not hear me, ghosts are habitually deaf, And soon I am alone as the first cold drops, big as shillings, Spatter the ground; with shivers, the past recedes I am back here; the pool is filled in and grassed over. Modern rain, dirty, acidic, with trace elements of carbon monoxide, Mocks my reverie; a junkyard dog cruelly barks laughter In a distant scrap-yard of ruined machinations.
Loving flow Golden glow Water flow Sun so Light reflecting, on water so Golden glow Sun deflecting Water of gold Golden so Water flow Sun so Golden flow Your loving so I know......... Like the water below the sun glow Watery gold My loving so Your love flow Me........,to hold Watery gold Sun glow You........... To hold Loving me so
Love, I want it to pour all over me. Instead Here I lay, exposed, vulnerable, embittered NAKED locked away from the world In my bathtub Closing my eyes, before the water pours over my head. Inhaling before the water envelops me Toes curling the porcelain edge Wondering, Do I even have it in me again? To love, to open yourself up, to the great above. Can you really wash away, and forget, all your past dismay? Should I let in Love? The kind that would pour all over me, Like the cat who stretches out, unafraid. Purring, drinking in, the golden sunbeam it calls home. Love, The kind that cascades Through my hair, gracefully trickling over my eyes. Dripping down the nape of my neck, Kissing my chest Making me sigh. The comfortable kind, where you can just be. Be yourself, SIMPLY happy. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. If I could just freeze frame this moment, and it would be real. Not just fleeting, you know when the water just ends up being cold. Making you shiver. But no, I want to feel real LOVE, pour into my heart, lifting me up, bringing out the best in me Cleansing my soul. For, I do not wish to be this bitter girl anymore. LOVE Drip, Drip Drip Drop Your thoughts, grow intensely when your thinking deeply about troublesome Love. Sooner or later the bubbles in the bath pop, And you realize, no matter what enough will never be enough and you haven't given up. There is a point, where you just have to know when to get right back into the tub. Just lean back, and close your eyes. Let the steam rise. Feel your hair stick to your face, just have faith. That love will pour all over you, If you are not afraid. Love is a journey, love is a surprise, love is heartache, and love is divine.
Lemon rind smile and three winks to the moon brings us right here where we stand today On the ocean floor with flowing hair and salty eyes watching the fish watch us in wonderment and brine And we hold hands still. Bubbles blowing up into the light catching blue sky and jellyfish stings in it's skin And I'm watching you with the sleepy peace that the green undercurrents of cool water bring Perhaps we will stand on weightless feet forever Perhaps that's what love is. I watch as you pinch the tail of a yellow tang pointy nose and big eye glance of shyness in your direction Never a peace like water affords was found before the bliss of love Not being "in love". Not the new, heart gruelling territorial mapping foot stomping dancing in moon tears while you fly with undisclosed wings type of love, but solid, grounded, swim to the depths of despair and meet me there to smooth my hair and break my fall type of love. Three winks to the moon and a lemon rind smile get you there. Bitter taste in a kiss with no thought to ever leaving. You are my ocean and I am the salt which makes you buoyant and free Perhaps that's what love is.
The atmosphere is full of your perfumed smells, The music is playing, so softly... As I approach the bathroom door, I hear the sounds of showered water. I peep inside and I begin to stare at your beautiful wet body. The wet water running down your lips, Dripping and then pouring a image that is hard to foretell. The candles are lit everywhere, especially where you are. I make my presence known, oh baby welcome Home you whisper in my ear, While the wet water stains my shirt as Your wet body presses next to me. The light steam of the shower is now Rolling down my face, Your rich passionate lips begin to kiss me. I can feel the excitement of your body, And I am so pleased to be your lover. Oh! I cant hear the music only your song, The candle light is fading away. Oh! How excited your loving makes me feel, We toss and turn, The sweet and gentle moans from your lips, Sounds so seductive to me. Oh! Wait the wet waters they are coming Down stronger, Your body tightens around me. Oh! How strong is your loving... I cant seem to hold on! Wet waters of intensed sweat I awaken to Discover. Where are you my lover as I had laid to Sleep? Maybe in the wet waters that stain my Sheets. By Sterling P. Davis
I stood beneath the waterfall, my tears mingling with the water as it cascaded down. My lips were blue, my fingers numb and purple, shaking with the cold within me. The trees that were once lush and green, were gray to me now. My clothes clung to my body as sobs wracked my frame. It wasn't true, you weren't gone. Any minute now, you'd come and meet me. Your green eyes sparkling with love, fun, and mischief. You'd join me under the water, wrap your arms around me and I'd be warm again. You'd kiss my problems away and everything would be alright. I stared at the spot where you would normally emerge expecting the brush to part and your loving face to appear. I dont know how long I stood there waiting. I felt the cold of the water pierce my skin tinging it purple and blue. My teeth began to chatter as me eyelids drooped, and I took a shaky step forward to try and balance myself. As my eyes closed, I felt my body tip forward and fall as I lost began to lose consciousness. Then you were there. You smiled and told me everything would be fine, that you were there for me. I knew you werent gone. I smiled and told you I loved you As I felt the cold water slap my skin as I hit the water below.
I wish I had a happy story to tell I wish it were the color of orange blossoms I wish my body were not my jail I wish…I wish I had a happy story to tell I love him So I let him grab my wrist As he led me away I love him I told myself again I was struggling to keep up as he Was dragging me to my feet You see I had let myself fall I must have lost my balance When he slammed me against the wall I love him I wanted to believe But my tears kept me from seeing His weight kept me from breathing And his hand kept me from screaming So I yelled instead in my head That I loved him My body pressed against the bed I love him How ironic I had worn A pretty white dress For a pretty white mess I had not imagined that this would be my end But I love him I told myself again And as his knee bruised my inner thigh My voice was lost within a cry He'd forgotten to undo his belt So I took the opportunity to yell And for a moment I could not see As if a hot cup of water had been poured over me I began to drown in it But then I found in it Not the water he chose But instead a broken nose I love him, now harder to believe Please don't I mouthed a silly symphony Please don't Was my silent soliloquy Please don't And then it was as if the world were in slow motion I saw every emotion Run through his face As he pushed me away Could it be that he was setting me free Unused just as before I lay crumpled on the floor And saw his iron boots heading to me He stood there – the embodiment of all my fears Careful to avoid my puddle of blood and tears He said nothing but stood over me And with one swift kick He destroyed everything that was left of me Then he walked out the door Down the hall And far away Leaving behind in his wake A girl so useless Not even a proper victim for a rape But that girl is gone now She has been replaced By another with a stronger face A louder growl And quite a bite One who will always put up a fight Until she finds that you are worthy Until you are witness to her glory Then and only then Will she tell you this story
Let the purified water fill my soul with his truthful ways, And the cravings of starvation show me the way to my truth. That the very breath I take could be my last, So let me not devour it but to cherish the life I hold in my hands. In him I find my peace and the will learn to make gone of my miserable anger. My wrongness in the world will be changed to the knowledge I hold dear. Knowing I am never alone in the darkest of the deadest hour, Nor in the pits of the hottest sands where there is no water but empty dryness to be found. For when we walk as the blind ones do and as we talk such as those who have no tongue, Let us not walk in the evil paths and let us not bower of speeches we do not believe in. For when we are stabbed with such a blade of hate do not wound it up and hide it, But to let the blood flow out and heal if it has no regrets to shed upon. Have our passion on friendships be passed to our corrupted enemies For we may see the night of Judgment will be lost and forgotten and all will hate no more. Fight not toward the flesh of your own bones nor the beating of our bleeding pains.
Deep within a mountain At it's heart A spring flowed From it, love Glowed Water is the source of everything Love, life Birdsong Trees An eagles' golden wing A gemstone Filled with love, began in a spring A Heartstone The water of love Flowed Such light Glowed Heartstone mountain Welling deep In its' heart Love to seep Keep the love Keep the faith A mountain spring Love, life Can give you everything The water of love Touched you Touched me For in the heart Welling forth Flowing you see There is no other way What was always known A living Heartstone Within you Within me
Down by the river on this sunny day Canopy of trees their leaves aspray Shadowing the banks with genuine shade Natures bloom in greens and fades Blue waters ripple all stirred and nice Fluffed clouds above look down on life Sparodically shown against the blue Striking colours all bold and true Along the bank a patch of bare My blonde darling i see standing there Her golden hair captured by the sun Flowing down her back to her curved bum Standing there, now shes gone With one leap lands with aplomb The water opens as it welcomes her Moments before it did not stir My blonde princess in natures pool As i grab my camera and fill the spool Delight of shapes as she swims around Splashing, rejoicing in summery surround As she exits the water standing against the green This striking lassie has to be seen Her clothes sodden as she shakes her hair I'm so fortunate to be standing there http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php
As the water flows through the rocks, bouncing from edge to edge, lights dance in the pools, we dance the dance of a lifetime. We added many things to this waterfall we're building, only to discared and recollect old yesterdays left behind. I found a few frogs or maybe they found me, they seem to show-off my ugly flaws. Then some turtles wandered in, just where they fit in, we may never know for sure. I hope the water never ceases to flow; and like the love in our hearts, I hope the water will forever flow.
To Walk On Water To walk on water To walk on water to kill a giant with a stone to have a home and not a house to be a man and not a mouse to love a woman and have my love returned, would I be a murderer or not. I will never know. Charles Robert Hice Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
The waves crash against the sandy shore The sun shines down upon the torrid sea The pounding, constant rush of flowing water Lasts, from here to eternity. Here we are, as water washes our bodies Entwined in a hold, refusing to release The water enlivens the senses, desires As even tighter, together we squeeze. This love on the sand, ebb tide of desire It brings out the animal in both you and me Let's not forget this, the sea, at this moment Hold onto it darling, for eternity.
Cool water lapping at the edge of white sand, You, holding my hand Warmth of sun, warmth of hand, Warmth of love, Warmth of sand No one for miles, wearing nothing, but our smiles Footprints in sand, none but our own, walking along the shore, we know what it is all for Hand in hand, walking on sun bleached sand, no words we can say, on the beach of eternal play For, no words are needed, our thoughts,words are as one. You and I under golden sun, hand in hand on sun bleached sand Shade of palm, you by my side, serene and calm, the beach stretched far and wide Wearing nothing but our smiles, we can see for miles, paradise perfect, crystal clear sea, blue and green reflect, the love you have for me Cool water lapping at edge of white sand You, holding my hand
I stepped into the shower today But before I could turn the water on My tears had filled the bathtub For the baby that is long gone For many years I've looked at children Trying simply to forget My one true love Wasn't ready yet I have had no one to talk to No one would understand Except for the man who took me To send our child to the Promise Land. Who will hold me when I cry Not calling me names An ocean is waiting inside of me But for now it only rains So, for the man who took me If you see water drops It's only me trying to talk to you Until the pain stops