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13,690 | UdiahwitnesstoYah | TextingTexting123WarningWarningWarningWarning | Texting texting 1,2,3....
Broadcasting live to the next community
Everything said by you and me
Both the secret and public things we say
Violations of all secrecy
Our Constitution is in jeopardy
'All cell phones turned off' you see
Within the circles that use them that way
Maybe a permit be required
Or a court warrant be acquired
For cell phone use even if admired
To prevent the magnetic field decay
Should the cells which use them as security cameras be fired?
Or those who bug you on purpose be hired?
Maybe all should carry a warning sign ‘this guy is wired'
For the good is far offset by the dismay | warning |
13,691 | Glaedrthepoet | TheDragonsWarning | Our fires burn with a fearless rage!
They burn at the humans in this cursed age
From friends to hunted the dragons soon became
We are now called 'beast' and by no other name
What paranoia could have spawned their hate?
Was it always to be, dragons doomed to fate?
One thing is for certain, it is not our will!
They will soon find dragons are not so easy to kill
Engulfed in our flames shall be the humans' reward
If ever they should attempt to put dragons to the sword | warning |
13,692 | UdiahwitnesstoYah | TheRechargeableManWarningWarningWarning | Ni-cad and Lithium batteries
Have positive and negative posts
One collects, the other rejects
Within the electrolyte host
A type of semi-conduction
Takes place when charging each cell
‘til it's charge, puts halt to the barge
Of the electron flow as well
Man's body is like a battery
Where caustics and acids dwell
Unsettle? Toss in more metal
And watch the conduction swell
And when it finally burns out
Its computer turned to a toast
Doctor's shout, that without a doubt
His life was made better than most | warning |
13,693 | RobertSouthey | TheSurgeonsWarning | The Doctor whispered to the Nurse
And the Surgeon knew what he said,
And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale
And trembled in his sick bed.
Now fetch me my brethren and fetch them with speed
The Surgeon affrighted said,
The Parson and the Undertaker,
Let them hasten or I shall be dead.
The Parson and the Undertaker
They hastily came complying,
And the Surgeon's Prentices ran up stairs
When they heard that their master was dying.
The Prentices all they entered the room
By one, by two, by three,
With a sly grin came Joseph in,
First of the company.
The Surgeon swore as they enter'd his door,
'Twas fearful his oaths to hear,--
Now send these scoundrels to the Devil,
For God's sake my brethren dear.
He foam'd at the mouth with the rage he felt
And he wrinkled his black eye-brow,
That rascal Joe would be at me I know,
But zounds let him spare me now.
Then out they sent the Prentices,
The fit it left him weak,
He look'd at his brothers with ghastly eyes,
And faintly struggled to speak.
All kinds of carcasses I have cut up,
And the judgment now must be--
But brothers I took care of you,
So pray take care of me!
I have made candles of infants fat
The Sextons have been my slaves,
I have bottled babes unborn, and dried
Hearts and livers from rifled graves.
And my Prentices now will surely come
And carve me bone from bone,
And I who have rifled the dead man's grave
Shall never have rest in my own.
Bury me in lead when I am dead,
My brethren I intreat,
And see the coffin weigh'd I beg
Lest the Plumber should be a cheat.
And let it be solder'd closely down
Strong as strong can be I implore,
And put it in a patent coffin,
That I may rise no more.
If they carry me off in the patent coffin
Their labour will be in vain,
Let the Undertaker see it bought of the maker
Who lives by St. Martin's lane.
And bury me in my brother's church
For that will safer be,
And I implore lock the church door
And pray take care of the key.
And all night long let three stout men
The vestry watch within,
To each man give a gallon of beer
And a keg of Holland's gin;
Powder and ball and blunder-buss
To save me if he can,
And eke five guineas if he shoot
A resurrection man.
And let them watch me for three weeks
My wretched corpse to save,
For then I think that I may stink
Enough to rest in my grave.
The Surgeon laid him down in his bed,
His eyes grew deadly dim,
Short came his breath and the struggle of death
Distorted every limb.
They put him in lead when he was dead
And shrouded up so neat,
And they the leaden coffin weigh
Lest the Plumber should be a cheat.
They had it solder'd closely down
And examined it o'er and o'er,
And they put it in a patent coffin
That he might rise no more.
For to carry him off in a patent coffin
Would they thought be but labour in vain,
So the Undertaker saw it bought of the maker
Who lives by St. Martin's lane.
In his brother's church they buried him
That safer he might be,
They lock'd the door and would not trust
The Sexton with the key.
And three men in the vestry watch
To save him if they can,
And should he come there to shoot they swear
A resurrection man.
And the first night by lanthorn light
Thro' the church-yard as they went,
A guinea of gold the sexton shewed
That Mister Joseph sent.
But conscience was tough, it was not enough
And their honesty never swerved,
And they bade him go with Mister Joe
To the Devil as he deserved.
So all night long by the vestry fire
They quaff'd their gin and ale,
And they did drink as you may think
And told full many a tale.
The second night by lanthorn light
Thro' the church-yard as they went,
He whisper'd anew and shew'd them two
That Mister Joseph sent.
The guineas were bright and attracted their sight
They look'd so heavy and new,
And their fingers itch'd as they were bewitch'd
And they knew not what to do.
But they waver'd not long for conscience was strong
And they thought they might get more,
And they refused the gold, but not
So rudely as before.
So all night long by the vestry fire
They quaff'd their gin and ale,
And they did drink as you may think
And told full many a tale.
The third night as by lanthorn light
Thro' the church-yard they went,
He bade them see and shew'd them three
That Mister Joseph sent.
They look'd askance with eager glance,
The guineas they shone bright,
For the Sexton on the yellow gold
Let fall his lanthorn light.
And he look'd sly with his roguish eye
And gave a well-tim'd wink,
And they could not stand the sound in his hand
For he made the guineas chink.
And conscience late that had such weight,
All in a moment fails,
For well they knew that it was true
A dead man told no tales,
And they gave all their powder and ball
And took the gold so bright,
And they drank their beer and made good cheer,
Till now it was midnight.
Then, tho' the key of the church door
Was left with the Parson his brother,
It opened at the Sexton's touch--
Because he had another.
And in they go with that villain Joe
To fetch the body by night,
And all the church look'd dismally
By his dark lanthorn light.
They laid the pick-axe to the stones
And they moved them soon asunder.
They shovell'd away the hard-prest clay
And came to the coffin under.
They burst the patent coffin first
And they cut thro' the lead,
And they laugh'd aloud when they saw the shroud
Because they had got at the dead.
And they allowed the Sexton the shroud
And they put the coffin back,
And nose and knees they then did squeeze
The Surgeon in a sack.
The watchmen as they past along
Full four yards off could smell,
And a curse bestowed upon the load
So disagreeable.
So they carried the sack a-pick-a-back
And they carv'd him bone from bone,
But what became of the Surgeon's soul
Was never to mortal known. | warning |
13,694 | UdiahwitnesstoYah | TheTimeOfShoddyWarningWarningWarning | The time of shoddy
Is now back again
Chinese clothing
Is now folding
Reflections of Chrome
Leaching out of strips
Small flowing rivers
Of mite sized shimmers
Glitter everywhere!
Allergies everywhere!
All BEWARE! ! ! !
SUBMI TTED FEBRUARY 24,2012
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13,695 | UdiahwitnesstoYah | TheUddersNowCollapseTooWarningWarningWarningWarning | The Shoddy Times June 18 2012
Parent Company Collapse In The Making
Shoddy For Sale, As Parents Bail
And end to our company
Was made quite clear
As our trusted employers
Collected their gear
They had been selling
All our assets
Collecting their gold
While making us sweat
Now we're the mad ones
They lied to us so
We're now after them
By exposing their goal
They played both sides
They did it well, so
They played us pawns
Both Chiefs and Bro
Making us argue
For compromise
To save civility
Our morals their prize
They brought that home
They laughed at it so
The prize that we valued
While their fortunes did grow
And now there's chaos
Just what will they do
When they see us
Just walk away too
For with all their gold
They've set aside
It's all based on
Production and pride
While our morals stand firm
On our own treasure
They'll be coming back
Thinning bellies the measure
Then they'll decide
The values that count
To preach what they practice
Under our MOUNT! | warning |
13,696 | AdelaideCrapsey | TheWarning | JUST now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown
So cold? | warning |
13,697 | GangadharannairPulingat | TheWarning | Where thoughts are about fear
Where stress becomes routine
The anger, lust, revenge
And vices tries to conquer
Human heart complains and asks
Stop stop and make things easy | warning |
13,698 | JohannWolfgangvonGoethe | TheWarning | WHEN sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day,
And when forever all things earthly die,
We must a full and true account supply
Of ev'ry useless word we dropp'd in play.
But what effect will all the words convey
Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,
That I might win thy favour, labour'd I,
If on thine ear alone they die away?
Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind,
Remember well how long thou hast delay'd,
So that the world such sufferings may not know.
If I must reckon, and excuses find
For all things useless I to thee have said,
To a full year the Judgment Day will grow | warning |
13,699 | MichaelPJohnson | TheWarning | Many to Christ refuse to bow
To Satan’s will yet fall
So few believe God’s warning now?
To heed Salvation’s call
Christ’s not in mode He’s long passé
It’s all outdated rules
Continuing the devil’s way
They walk to hell as fools
Yet those, who at life’s crossroads stand
With no one’s help in sight
Whisper for Jesus’ helping hand
And take the road that’s right
Yet most will say, that’s not my way
Religion’s for the weak
It’s not for me to kneel and pray
Though fortune will I seek
Rejecting now the hand of God
Refusing love’s true grace
Oblivious to Heaven’s Rod
They’ll never see God’s face
Instead they’ll see hell’s lake of flame
They’ll feel eternal pain
Where calling out The Saviour’s name
Will always be in vain
Humility the proud must seek
The blind God’s grace to see
The arrogant become now meek
So Christ can set us free
God’s testing iron and hardened steel
Refining silver and gold
Be warned, be wise, learn now to kneel
Before your flesh grows cold | warning |
13,700 | RobertCreeley | TheWarning | For love-I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.
Love is dead in us
if we forget
the virtues of an amulet
and quick surprise. | warning |
13,701 | GangadharannairPulingat | TheWarningSignal | Where thoughts are about fear
Where stress becomes routine
The anger, lust, revenge
And vices tries to conquer
Human heart complains and asks
Stop stop and make things easy
It depends upon my health
The human heart, its performance
You makes it dangerous to sustain
You makes it feel disturbed
When you opt for foolish struggles
The heart says you are in danger
Hear, the wonderful organ
Highly sensitive to emotions
Keep the emotions less stressful
Where your speed must control
Otherwise heart will call it
To stop the journey itself. | warning |
13,702 | RICBASTASA | TheWarningSignsOfMyBody | got colds today
warning my body
the i have less immunity,
i will take rest
and drink plenty of fluids
there is a rush
for being again healthy
lots of work to do
lots of deadlines to meet
for the meantime
i need sleep
but this i cannot miss
another poem for me and for you. | warning |
13,703 | EmilyDickinson | Therecomesawarninglikeaspy | There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away | warning |
13,704 | LovinaSylviaChidi | ThisIsAWarning | Warning! warning! warning!
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
There is no smoke
Without a choke
There is no secret
Without a regret
You can not be strong
If you've never been wrong
Anything ever hot
Brings upon hurt
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
Unfailed prevention
Prevails redemption
Avoid temptation
Beware of those who are nice
So say the experienced wise
Everything comes with a price
This is a warning
Stop me from yawning
Run, have fun
While there is still sun! | warning |
13,705 | FloydZimmerman | TimesWarning | I'll smash your back
I'll weaken your bones
I'll bury your lovers
To rot in the earth
I'll take your sons
Where they cannot be reached
I'll make your daughter
Rip her knickers down
I'll leave you alone
To collect memories
Then i'll take them too
And i'll be what's left | warning |
13,706 | johntiongchunghoo | TravelJapanHaikuEarthquakeWarning | earthquake warning
plates on the shelf rattle
every now and then
tokyo siesmic warning
rattling my heart
the plates on the shelf
If you had experience staying in wooden apartment in Japan, you would surely understand what I am trying to say. The plates would rattle every now and then because of siesmic activity. There is no doubt that Japan is one of the world's most earthquake proned countries. | warning |
13,707 | SandraFeldman | WarningAlarm | When 'politicos' turn lunatic,
It's time to step up and speak,
For if not,
The danger is too great,
That Disaster may quickly reach,
A point of no return,
The destruction of a country,
And tyranny at its peak. | warning |
13,708 | EmilyJaneBront├л | WarningAndReply | In the earth—the earth—thou shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee.
'Well—there is rest there,
So fast come thy prophecy;
The time when my sunny hair
Shall with grass roots entwined be.'
But cold—cold is that resting-place,
Shut out from joy and liberty,
And all who loved thy living face
Will shrink from it shudderingly,
'Not so. Here the world is chill,
And sworn friends fall from me:
But there—they will own me still,
And prize my memory.'
Farewell, then, all that love,
All that deep sympathy:
Sleep on: Heaven laughs above,
Earth never misses thee.
Turf-sod and tombstone drear
Part human company;
One heart breaks only—here,
But that heart was worthy thee! | warning |
13,709 | LucillevanOnselenZunckel | WarningBells | Warning Bells
Reaching for that bottle, your hand on that throttle,
getting ready to ride without a guide,
down that road, that road to hell.
Wake up before it's too late,
before you reach that gate.
Let go of the hate,
think of your mate.
Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle,
hands shaking,
body quaking.
One of these days you won't be waking.
Don't you hear them Warning Bells?
Shatter that bottle on the floor,
turn around, walk out that door,
do it for you. Listen to them Warning Bells.
Only time will tell if you heard,
heard them bells.
Don't find yourself on the floor, anymore,
turn around say no more, walk out that door.
You're off that road that road to hell.
You've heard them Warning, Warning Bells. | warning |
13,710 | Verleciafields | WarningMyPoemAre22109 | So real, so very real
and did i say, real
every poem, well just about every poem is real...
one or two lines, maybe made-up to fit my mind set
it doesn't make the CRIMES I write about so untrue
or the loves lost even less painful
and I may never save one persons life or my own
but my poems are very, so very real
and let other stand-up and write
so other will not disregarded there own eyes...
aka: lyricvixen | warning |
13,711 | DrACelestineRajManoharMD | WarningOfGlobalWarming | A Polar Bear Pleads:
‘The icy-ground of polar caps
Is melting in a rapid way;
I’m perched atop an ice-berg tip;
I may not be alive next day! ’
“Our existence is endangered;
Stop warming up of earth, Mankind! ”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-20-2010 | warning |
13,712 | EllaWheelerWilcox | Warning | High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,
Albeit the sun shone bright;
Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,
‘Remember Night! ’ | warning |
13,713 | FrederickWilliamFWHarvey | Warning | A man there was, a gentle soul,
Of mild enquiring mind,
Who came into this neighbourhood
Its wonders for to find [ … ]
They told him who had put the lid
On Lydney; who the ale
Misspelt in Aylburton. And he
Delighted in the tale.
And still, like little Oliver,
He softly asked for more;
And with the utmost courtesy
Was answered as before.
Until one sleepy summer's eve
He came all unaware
Unto a place called Ruardean,
And asked ‘Who killed the bear?'
The man arose and punched him flat;
Another punched his head,
And when the rest had done with him
Our gentle friend was dead.
The moral of this simple tale
Is plain. Dear friend, beware!
If you should visit Ruardean
Don't mention any bear.
If you should climb to Yorkley Slad
Pause not to question why
They put a pig upon the wall
To see the band go by.
And if your feet so far should stray
As Dymock, lest some hurt
Befall you, make no mention of
The man without a shirt.
Nine lives have cats, and you but one:
Risk not that gift of God!
It's better to be ignorant
Than dead beneath the sod. | warning |
13,714 | GeethaJayakumar | Warning | On a bright sunny day
With the light wind flowing
A Cutie white cloud of peace
Peeked from the sky to play
With the wind
And that Carried her away
Too far
That landed them in nowheres land
Down is the hill
Top is the bright sun shine falling on
Peak of the hill.
All of a sudden
Darkness gripped her way
And a storm of silence could be heard
She saw that she was surrounded
By black clouds from all sides of rain
Which were ready to pour out angrily on her
It seemed like tiger ready for an attack.
With dagger in hand
To pounce on her to kill.
Meekly stood the cutie cloud
Watching and
Remembered her mothers warning
Not to cross the border line
Which she crossed playfully
All of a sudden
The swirling wind dispersed
Away the black clouds
Surrounding her
And she was given a way
To fly away.
She flew away so fast as she was lighter than air
That leaving all the black clouds at dismay.
She reached reached on her mammas lap
And cried to her heart full.
Mamma said
Be careful next time
Don't get carried away by the wind!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar. | warning |
13,715 | GeorgeWilliamRussell | Warning | PURE at heart we wander now:
Comrade on the quest divine,
Turn not from the stars your brow
That your eyes may rest on mine.
Pure at heart we wander now:
We have hopes beyond to-day;
And our quest does not allow
Rest or dreams along the way.
We are, in our distant hope,
One with all the great and wise:
Comrade, do not turn or grope
For some lesser light that dies.
We must rise or we must fall:
Love can know no middle way:
If the great life do not call,
Then is sadness and decay. | warning |
13,716 | HELENJWILLIAMS | Warning | Before you read my poetry
I want you to understand,
I, m not a high school scholar
I preferred the beach, the sun & sand.
So as you read & find mistakes
Please keep your opinions to yourself,
Cause my dictionary & other books
Lay forgotten on the shelf.
Forget the missing dots & dashes -
The capitals & commas,
For all these words come from the heart
And to me that's all that matters! ! ! | warning |
13,717 | JennyJoseph | Warning | When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. | warning |
13,718 | JohannWolfgangvonGoethe | Warning | WAKEN not Amor from sleep! The beauteous urchin still slumbers;
Go, and complete thou the task, that to the day is assign'd!
Thus doth the prudent mother with care turn time to her profit,
While her babe is asleep, for 'twill awake but too soon. | warning |
13,719 | LangstonHughes | Warning | Negroes,
Sweet and docile,
Meek, humble and kind:
Beware the day
They change their mind!
Wind
In the cotton fields,
Gentle Breeze:
Beware the hour
It uproots trees! | warning |
13,721 | StanleyCooper | Warning | Pharmaceutical commercials
Produced for big bucks
By slick marketeers
Who prey on our fears
They hawk pills, lotions
Sundry potions
And other Fix-er-uppers
For dyspepsia after suppers
If your restless legs twitch
Or you have an itch
Their twitchy itchy pills
Will cure all those ills
Warning
But not if you’re pregnant
Or have high or low blood pressure
Rhinitis, arthritis or any other itis
If you can’t sleep at night
Or are stressed and uptight
And for ills-infinitum
So
Before ingesting this pill
To make sure it won’t kill
Confer with your physician
If this pill you decide to ingest
PLEASE
Consult a Psychiatrist | warning |
13,722 | SusanWilliams | Warning | .
.
Warning: A mass migration of flocks
of the common Trashbird and Junkbird variety
has commenced and is now underway.
We recommend extreme caution if you are traveling
Route D2LR
The migration route extends
only from the den to the living room
so travelers should expect to be suffering mightily from
all the Stuffitis and WhateverwasIkeepingthatforitis and Noroomtositdownitis
maladies normal to the mass migration of these birds...
.
.
~~~~~~~~~~©2019 Susan Williams | warning |
13,723 | SydneyThompsonDobell | Warning | Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or blood.
And Duty, Honour, Valour, are the same
Whether they cheer the thundering steps of Fame
Up echoing hills of Alma, or, more blest,
Walk with her in that band where she is least
Thro' smiling plains and cities doing good.
Yet, oh to sing them in their happier day!
Yon glebe is not the hind whose manhood mends
Its rudeness, yet it gains but while he spends,
And mulcts him rude. Even that sinless Lord
Whose feet wan Mary washed, went not His way
Uncoloured by the Galilean field;
And Honour, Duty, Valour, seldom wield
With stainless hand the immedicable sword. | warning |
13,724 | TheodoraTheoOnken | Warning | Within the circumference of circumstance
We conjure up thoughts-once and again
In muted tones of caution
Of less IS more;
Wafting through this moment
Are jagged impressions left
Of a once pristine pure second
Where hand in hand we walked
A ribbon of a highway
Together-totally immersed
In effluent passion-simply oozing;
Upon a journey, so sure Golden;
Off our guard-ambushed
By the copper tendrils, laying in wait
Portents of a Paisley Sky
And a victim filled fate; | warning |
13,725 | BonnieCollins | WarningSigns | Caution yield right of way
Warning Danger
the signs were all blinded
by the sun in the sky
After you finally knew you
had won my heart was it
then that made you decide
your challange was over?
Living by all the rules, obliging
any and all rules of love never
seeing the Danger signs listed
my gurad rail of love collapsed
into your soul
Many years of loving is a lifetime
of devotion a sancation to harbor
a broken heart
Even with life taking its yield, and
its caution, and Danger, still could
not prevent nor guarentee a gift
of love, I know that now............. | warning |
13,726 | D├│nallDempsey | WarningTanka | I was charged with being
in illegal possession
of sexciting thoughts
about you and your body.
Get off with a stiff...warning. | warning |
13,727 | SandraFeldman | WarningTheLeftIsNotYourFriend | We're killing the World
And Ourselves!
So much greed,
So much lying,
And amongst, all the trouble frying,
We can see the Hate,
Promoted by the devils
That anticipate,
The fall of Democracy.
The devils that speak for 'the common good'
In a thunder bolt of 'Hypocrisy'
When all they care about is Power for themselves,
And perpetuating, blurred futures by no one understood.
Pray and pray hard that there
May be some Robin Hood, amongst this madness
That will save the World from Hell
And all it's bitter sadness,
That there never come the day
When you can say
Once we had Democracy, but not today! | warning |
13,728 | JamesMcLain | WarningTheYoungOfOld | Warning the young of old; i did not but, i came
and went out of more or less circumspect.
The convention center of the Curtis Hixon,
gave the woman i picked, hundreds of roses,
even the teachers, knew the good in the bad.
I knew if i ever got that old, the daisies would pick
me up not i them and the young would think of me not.
I being never young will never be so old again as i
never once was to drink in the spirit again of youth.
Only the heaven's know how many comets held the tail
and the moon always weeping now stays as she is then. | warning |
13,729 | RobertGraves | WarningToChildren | Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this:
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit.
Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed by tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel -
Children, leave the string alone!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate about his head,
Finds himself enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
he lives - he then unties the string. | warning |
13,730 | AdelaideCrapsey | WarningToTheMighty | Ere the horne'd owl hoot
Once and twice and thrice there shall
Go among the blind brown worms
News of thy great burial;
When the pomp is passed away,
''Here's a King,' the worms shall say.' | warning |
13,731 | CarolynBrunelle | WarningWarning | The smell of rain
hangs heavy in the air;
the sky steadily darkens.
Alert warnings focus
all eyes at the skies.
Faster and faster they move in,
clouds, dark, ominous,
voracious;
gobbling up the horizon
in foreboding, swirling masses.
A beastly spectre grows,
formed and escorted
by sudden unimaginable winds,
great claps of thunder and lightning,
and pelting torrents of rain and hail.
A mighty Dragon! cracks its tail at us
and then......
passes on by
leaving us grateful in the end;
relieved to have missed its hellish breath. | warning |
13,732 | TheodoraTheoOnken | Warnings1 | The Darkness
Holds close
It's secret
Motive's
At the concrete
Curb
Much too near
The drive way
Of one of
God's many abode's
By, Theodora Onken
January 16,2016 | warning |
13,733 | AldoKraas | WatchTheWarningSigns | Watch the warning signs
That your body is sending you
Or otherwise you will be in trouble | warning |
13,734 | CliveCulverhouse | WithoutWarning | without warning
sometimes
after striding
the patterns
change
and stripes
one day
become
swirls
the next
and the
striding stops | warning |
13,735 | Sappho | WithoutWarning | Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart | warning |
13,736 | RichDownes | everyWarning | No way of trying to find who to be.
No way leaves such a bad old cause
A memory shall now twirl
Even though it happens as every warning
Letting you just push me to my final limit
Like trying to break myself ever free
So that's what it's like for every warning
For it hurts with an aplomb
Just as the chances are gone
Final time of never fair
Even if it's true that you couldn't even care
Letting me have secrets that I'll keep
Not sure when to break free
Just not with a bliss
Guess you'll never finally want to see
Even though it happens as every warning
Letting you just push me to my final limit
Like trying to break myself ever free
So that's what it's like for every warning
So there's no-one who can finally even see
Low as you hurt me but that's further debatable, debatable
And that'll be nothing that's ever new
No way of making love due so
Even though it happens as every warning
Letting you just push me to my final limit
Like trying to break myself ever free
So that's what it's like for every warning | warning |
13,737 | WESVogler | limerickWarningWarningBadPun | The son of two drops in the ocean
Was possessed of a singular notion
Oceanography was mastered
By this devilish dastard
Who's now 'fit to be tide' (land o goshen) | warning |
13,738 | JohnKnight | 1015WaterWaterEverywhere | STRUCTURE & FORM IN POETRY. Classical Poetry always has Structure even though it does not always rhyme. The Structure gives it metere and flow which facilitates reading and recitation. In my book - recitability is an essential character of a good Poem! . A lesser know Poetical Structure is RHYME ROYAL which inposes a strict metre (usually imabic pentameter) and a strict rhyming pattern a b a b b c c. Each verse must consist of seven lines. The number of verses is optional! As an Environmental Scientist I am concerned with the Conservation of Water which is the subject of this Rhyme Royal
Whence comes this water that we need for life?
Where does it go when we flush it away?
A shortage in some countries causes strife
Will it run out like coal and oil one day?
For all resources there's a price to pay.
We all use water - like it was for free
Just turn the tap - it's there for you and me.
God touched the clouds and made the rain - from the rain
Formed the sea and from the sea formed the clouds
To rise and cool and give us rain again.
The rain provides the water for the crowds.
When it evaporates it goes back to the clouds.
Each dropp of water makes our lives secure
But every day we're using more and more.
The Planet Earth has water everywhere
Liquid or a solid or a vapour
In oceans - rivers - lakes and in the air
Icecaps or on frozen lakes like paper.
We scrape it off our windscreens with a scraper!
Mountain stream - boiling steam and freezing snow
A lolly ice? Thanks very nice - It is all H 2 O.
The Water Cycle keeps the water going
Round and round - none's lost to outer space
Precipitation - raining - hailing - snowing
Moves the water round from place to place.
Especially when a snowball hits your face.
Streams and rushing rivers keep it all in motion
Then water falls down waterfalls and ends up in the ocean!
Water Water everywhere - for our daily needs
Turn the tap and use the river and the well
Don't pollute - don't dam the spring that feeds
Without 'clean water' life on Earth is Hell!
Clean Water has no taste - no clour and no smell.
Water Water everywhere - please please stop and think
Water Water everywhere - but not one dropp to drink! ! ! ! !
(John Knight - Frozen Colchester - December 2009) | water |
13,739 | MelvinaGermain | 480Water | In a great deal of discomfort and pain.
having to stand after boarding the train.
I tried to be as pleasant looking as could be.
Didn’t want anyone to realize,
there was something wrong with me.
Ointments, salve, herb remedies and more.
Nothing seemed to work, from the health store.
I just couldn’t take it any longer,
had to find something stronger.
Mixed a few items and made a potion.
Wished I had just gone down to the ocean.
An appointment was made with a Chinese Doctor,
a referral from a very good friend.
His facial expression showed concern,
He closed his eyes and raised his head.
To my surprise, he smiled and said,
This area is angry and burning red.
What I have to say to you is simple
and proved to be true.
Bathe the area with running water,
Come back and see me in seven days.
With this treatment, you will be amazed.
I did just as the Doctor ordered, of course.
His prescription was made very clear.
I continued to bathe the area with water.
No pills, no powders, no cream or oils.
Amazingly, the pain and stinging was gone.
No sign the angry problem ever existed.
This Doctor taught me a great lesson.
Look at what nature has in store,
Find yourself God’s natural cure. | water |
13,740 | MarilynLott | ADrinkOfWater | Life is difficult for so many people
Now and back through the ages
Sometimes existence seems like a test
Hardship at many different stages
Through the Great Depression
Very few jobs were to be had
Some folks actually starved to death
Stories surface that are so very sad
Though most people try to do their best
Sometimes it just doesn’t seem enough
Circumstances create situations
That makes life extremely tough
When there’s no food, there’s usually water
A life-giving part of the land
A necessity that God has given us
Helping the weak strong enough to stand
He gives us the beautiful flowers
A drink of water to keep them alive
Sometimes they get just enough
That they are barely able to survive
And that’s just the way life is at times
It may not be what we would wish for
But if God gives us a drink of water
It sustains us for what’s yet in store! | water |
13,741 | MOHAMMADSKATI | ADropOfWaterInAGlassOfWater | The world is mostly water, but Do each of us get a drop of water In a glass of water anytime and anywhere? We're thirsty because we can not get Just a drop of water in a glass of water! Some people have a lot of pure water in Pretty tanks and in pretty bottles of water and There are some people who die because they're thirsty And they can not get even a drop of water! It's a shame upon the whole world because some They get the best water and some die because of Lack of water anytime, anywhere, and everywhere! Where is the water we want? Where is the H2O? Life is useless with water! The pretty lands will Die, the animals will die, and we will die without water! A drop plus another drop equal two pretty drops and so on, but Where are the other pretty drops that heaven drop to us! Life is going to die if we don't take care of our water on the Surface of our pretty earth and everything around us! We will die if we don't keep our water well because of a lot of Troubles arising from our mistakes and global warming! | water |
13,742 | JulieDant | ASoundAcrossTheWater | As I stood upon the brink of life
And looked into the murky depths
I knew my soul would soon be lost
If I took just one more faltering step
And I longed so strongly for it
Nothing seemed to matter much
‘till I heard a swelling chorus
In the wind and I was touched
There’s a sound across the water
Calling me…..calling me
There’s a sound across the water
Calling me…..calling me
So I listened to the music
On that far and distant shore
And it lifted me and set me free
To finally see what I’d come for
And that sound across the water
Set me free…..set me free
And that sound across the water
Set me free…..set me free
And I took that step into the dark
Knowing I would not fall
And I floated oh so gently
Towards that far off beckoning call
March 1988 | water |
13,743 | sylviaspencer | AWaterLord | See him hover, over river and pond
just like a fairy waving a wand. He looks
quite stunning this graceful thing, flying
around on brightly coloured wing.
He can sometimes flys up to fifty miles an
hour. Then lands like kamikaze on a lilly pad
flower. He has a huge great appetite when he
starts to feed, feeding of the larvae within the
marsh reed. 'The Devils Darning Needle' he
has sometimes been called, but in the eyes of
a nature lover he is 'A Water Lord'
He is great to watch, with his serenity and charm
when the ponds are still and the rivers calm.
Rich in colour with a lace like wing, he is the Dragonfly
'The Proud Emperor King' | water |
13,744 | RobertBurns | AftonWater | 1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
4 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
5 Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
6 Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
7 Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
8 I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
9 How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
10 Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
11 There daily I wander as noon rises high,
12 My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
13 How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
14 Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
15 There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea,
16 The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
17 Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
18 And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
19 How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
20 As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.
21 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
22 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
23 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
24 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream | water |
13,745 | LindaHepner | AirWaterFire | The Milky Way was curled and curdled in the sky tonight
when on the shore I heard the waves crash down;
a thousand cats leaped miowling at the moon,
wolves howled at the wind
and in the forest a nightingale sang till dawn.
Mañana tocaran los guitaros
de mi corazón
y cantaran los vientos
and strangest drums will thrum
while Miriam will undulate and set her cymbals
trembling with prophesies, crying
Wa habibi, what has befallen you?
Oh where shall I find you?
I found you coming towards me….
Mi amor, my best beloved
come intertwine, unite and fling
your robes upon the sea shore
where waves will bear them to far islands,
your jewels will shoot like meteors into the oceans
and flying fish will leap out shooting to the heavens…
may all our passion reign in glorious confusion
while in the forest
a nightingale will sing one song till dawn.
LRH
6.7.06 | water |
13,746 | RyuOhKenshin | AnAngelInTheWater | Like The Goddess of the Sea
Like A Mermaid In Heaven
Shrouded in the icy blue sea, accompanied by the sun phoenix's rays lingering and dancing in the water,
She hides in the water where the sun glared into the sea,
She is beloved by sailors and pirates,
They all want to feel her ocean heart of love in the forbidden sea,
But sometimes she can be devious,
Sometimes you can see her in the mist where hazy smokey clouds block the sun,
Her head popping out of the her and you can see her glowing heaven devious eyes piercing through the gray mist staring into your firelight soul,
Sailors would give anything to be with her,
they would lure into her trap and she will twist their warm sun raving hearts into cold and fozen ice,
Even though they heard about this beautiful creature,
they would still go after her and hunt for her pearl ocean heart,
Their's something about her that make every guy crazy
she mesmerize their minds and hearts, making them into
bloodless zombies swimming blind into the sea but guided by the pulses of her aura,
You can hear laughter echoing in the fog and Adventurers would swim in the middle of the ocean for her, but before they reached her, something lurking in the shadows of the ocean reached them first and drag them under the sea, filling their lungs of hollow water because they tried to reach to a angel in the water | water |
13,747 | ElenaVMoonray | BeLikeWaterMyFriendHypnoticInduction | 'Be like water, my friend, be like water,
Don’t be rigid; just go with a flow...'
'Be like water' - you asked me. 'Don't hold to me.
I am leaving, so please let me go.'
'Water is shapeless, my friend, water is flowing
Water is moving; and it cannot die...
It may freeze sometimes, when it gets too cold,
But you know, the spring will arrive.'
***
I’m becoming shapeless, I’m becoming fluid,
I am listening to what you say...
I got frozen, my friend, by your sudden coldness
But I’m finding through cracks my new way.
***
Now I am floating, again. I am glowing.
I’m reflecting the sun and the sky...
And sometimes the clouds. And the wind is blowing...
I’m already far away...Just stopped to wave 'Good Bye! '
October 6,2005 | water |
13,748 | D├│nallDempsey | BrokenFragmentsOfWater | Cool earthenware pot
holding water as if it were
love that slopped & lapped
over its top
full to the brim
wearing with pride
the touch of your fingerprints
still visible
from its making
one lost windy night
the fierceness of its blue glaze
and now it contains
summer
and this blessed coolness
of water
on this the hottest
day
green grass
becoming yellow
under the heat's gaze
and the angry voices
drifting out of an open
upstairs window
becoming lost amongst
thorns and their roses
bleeding into noon
our anger knocking over
all the things we made
seeing our earthenware pot
cool to the touch
& full to the lip with love
like water
fall through the air
becoming only shattered shards
an emptiness
that cannot be
contained no longer
for one moment in its falling
the water held
containerless
between Heaven & earth
before dashing itself
upon the floor
broken fragments
of water
(a voice screaming: 'It's
over...it's over! ')
broken fragments
of water
scattered here and there
splashes of lost love
love lost
lost love. | water |
13,749 | ElinorMortonWylie | BronzeTrumpetsAndSeaWaterOnTurningLatinIntoEnglish | Alembics turn to stranger things
Strange things, but never while we live
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings
To singing water in a sieve.
The trumpets of Cæsar's guard
Salute his rigorous bastions
With ordered bruit; the bronze is hard
Though there is silver in the bronze.
Our mutable tongue is like the sea,
Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit;
Dangle in strings of sand shall he
Who smoothes the ripples out of it. | water |
13,804 | MamtaAgarwal | WaterLillies | As I quietly enter
The portals of the Habitat center,
To attend the Delhi Poetree session.
I simply cannot mention
My sense of wonder and disbelief,
At spotting water lilies in the midst of glass and concrete.
The sight of half closed mauve flowers,
Growing in a pool of stagnant water,
Green serrated leaves afloat
My riveted eyes couldn’t fail to note.
Petals coming together at dusk as if in a greeting.
Perhaps, to welcome me to the meeting.
The sight filled me with ecstasy
I stood there awed by the beauty,
Pleased and filled with serenity.
This is poetry without words,
That can’t be heard.
But the eyes can see
And the heart can feel
And the soul can rejoice
Without hearing a voice.
The memory lingers in my mind,
As I lie down to unwind. | water |
13,750 | BanjoPaterson | ByTheGreyGulfWater | Far to the Northward there lies a land,
A wonderful land that the winds blow over,
And none may fathom or understand
The charm it holds for the restless rover;
A great grey chaos -- a land half made,
Where endless space is and no life stirreth;
There the soul of a man will recoil afraid
From the sphinx-like visage that Nature weareth.
But old Dame Nature, though scornful, craves
Her dole of death and her share of slaughter;
Many indeed are the nameless graves
Where her victims sleep by the Grey Gulf-water.
Slowly and slowly those grey streams glide,
Drifting along with a languid motion,
Lapping the reed-beds on either side,
Wending their way to the North Ocean.
Grey are the plains where the emus pass
Silent and slow, with their dead demeanour;
Over the dead man's graves the grass
Maybe is waving a trifle greener.
Down in the world where men toil and spin
Dame Nature smiles as man's hand has taught her;
Only the dead men her smiles can win
In the great lone land by the Grey Gulf-water.
For the strength of man is an insect's strength
In the face of that mighty plain and river,
And the life of a man is a moment's length
To the life of the stream that will run for ever.
And so it comes that they take no part
In small world worries; each hardy rover
Rides like a paladin, light of heart,
With the plains around and the blue sky over.
And up in the heavens the brown lark sings
The songs the strange wild land has taught her;
Full of thanksgiving her sweet song rings --
And I wish I were back by the Grey Gulf-water. | water |
13,751 | PiaAndersson | ClearWater | Diving,
into clear water.
The light
hurts my eyes,
the warmth
protects me
from myself.
I see your hand
in the water.
An open hand,
waiting for me
to grab it,
to grab life,
to grab fear,
to embrace you.
The shore
can no longer be seen.
I float
weightless,
fearless,
into your arms. | water |
13,752 | deadbeforeIdied | DeepOfTheWater | Down in the water
by the edge of the river
where time stands still,
.....if only forever.
Down in the water
by the edge of the river
where I buried all
that was ever childhood
Where I let it go,
where it bends and meanders,
twisting along as the years went past.
Seemingly calm, but beneath the surface
its hidden whirlpools, a sweeping current!
Down in the water,
I left the edge of the river,
as I looked down
for my soul at the bottom.
Deep in the water!
swept away by the river! ,
I drowned in life,
......sinking forever. | water |
13,753 | RonRash | DeepWater | The night smoothes out its black tarp,
tacks it to the sky with stars.
Lake waves slap the bank, define
a shoreline as one man casts
his seine into the unseen,
lifts the net's pale bloom, lets spill
of threadfin fill the live well.
Soon that squared pool of water
flickers as if a mirror,
surfaces memory of when
this deep water was a sky. | water |
13,754 | RichardCrashaw | DivineEpigramsToOurLordUponTheWaterMadeWine | Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again. | water |
13,755 | AmberleeCarter | DreamingUnderWaterVolcanos | If memory serves:
there was a dark pool in my dreams
that you were bathing in-
and the moon, or rather, its other self
stretched itself from the sky
into the deep recesses of your iris.
and I, half asleep on the shore
laid there completely still,
watching you wade back and forth
until your arms tired from paddling
and you rolled yourself over to float
upon the weightlessness of the water.
All my dreams are this way, meaning something
my exhausted mind can only explain as
incoherent noise; waves that break
far beneath the surface. | water |
13,756 | BillGrace | DrinkingWater | Water is blah
My doctor says aha
You drink the stufff
And this is good. | water |
13,757 | KobayashiIssa | DucksBobbingOnTheWater | Ducks bobbing on the water--
are they also, tonight,
hoping to get lucky?
Translated by Robert Hass | water |
13,758 | MargaretAlice | FeelingsWaterTightExcuse | Red Muscadel – I know it will give a
headache tomorrow, but since my
left ear is sore, I don’t care anymore,
the taste is beautiful, sweet and
wonderful, how could I sleep
without alcohol?
All day long I tried to fix the ear,
but all in vain – at least I’ve changed
the situation; from somewhat bad to
completely intolerable – there goes my
plan to work tonight, with this pressure
and pain, my only gain Is a
perfectly watertight excuse
to refrain from working
tonight…
After determining that my excuse for not working
was infallible, I felt free of responsibility – and
therefore happily did the translation without any
pressure; with this painful left ear I could not go
to sleep and books seem quite boring right now –
the best are the Apocrypha, telling the story of
Jesus’ boyhood – he was a real cowboy; his clay
animals came alive and devoured the others..
The crocodile has been dethroned, no more reading
at top speed, I shall concentrate on translation -
no more gulping down knowledge, grasping only
half, this year I’ll slowly cover every subject;
translate at a snail’s pace to make sure I get
everything right – if worse came to the worst, I
could always die – so first let us try to harness
all powers on behalf -
…of Survival… | water |
13,759 | RaveendranNV | FishAndWater | Me, very fishy, unable to understand water
Move about in search of an answer
They say water, water everywhere
But what is water they don’t say
Where is water, I don’t see, don’t feel
I move all right, so what?
Water, water everywhere
I don’t drink a drop
Let me ask the giant fish
The grand sire, who knows better
And he tells without water
You can live not a moment … | water |
13,760 | MartinDBuxbaum | FootprintsInWater | Leave more for others to follow...
than footprints in the water. | water |
13,761 | RobertFrost | GoingForWater | The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade. | water |
13,805 | CretanMaineiac | WaterLilyIMetAtWork | No thorns, limbs sashay longly, cheetah
walk toward
no prey, footloose, her dark blond hair
streaming, no intrusion. (Beer) 'Could I've
one? ' No
harm. 'Lotsa' people hang
out here.' No blame. (Smoke)
'Peace, ' she said,
in Chrystal clear Downeast, an aroma eluding words, &
a smile that lights a soggy
joint. 'Peace, '
she says, again,
long as she looks past the sniffing. '...I
don't think I've ever
voted... [T]here's a pebble in my shoe...' (and those
feet!) , nature jealously scraping along
her only
tan-less feature, limnable as last year's hangups.
She turns twenty-nine today,
loved me watch her walk away. | water |
13,762 | JMeasel | GrayLightSparklesOffTheWater | Gray light sparkles off the water,
It lands in my eye as I look across the Lake.
The gray lake light turns upsidedown
As I look up into the Night's sky.
As I did so the upsidedown gray lake light raised above my head and became the Moon,
Shinning in all her glory.
Shinning reflections glanced off my eye
As I searched for stars in the Night's sky.
Finding little stars, with little planets, with little moons, and other night skys.
As I pondered how many moons, earths, and suns there are,
I moved forward, not walking,
But floating
Floating in the water of the Night's sky,
My eyes dared forcing me to ask, 'Where am I? '
In the Lake? no.-
In the Ocean? no.-
I open my eyes to see the Truth.
And looking right AT me...
The Moon,
The Stars,
The Suns,
The Night's sky of every World.
It was so much
Too much.
I wanted to look away, it was so much.
But I couldn't. I kept looking, staring,
At the Moon, shinning brightly.
Breathing heavily, I zapped myself back to reality.
I opened my eye
And what did I find?
The moon in all her glory. | water |
13,763 | johntiongchunghoo | HaikuGatheringWater | mist
gathering water
my eyelashes
inspired by:
Mist
Low-anchored cloud,
Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only purfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!
Henry David Thoreau | water |
13,764 | PeterSQuinn | HaikuReflectingWater | Reflecting water
Entwine memory pictures
In autumnal woods | water |
13,765 | DavidHarris | HotWater | Sometimes we get in hot water
over things we say inadvertently.
You’ll say something with a double meaning
and you can bet your bottom dollar
someone will take it the wrong way.
Your name will be mud
and you’ll be in hot water again
over things you say.
They either throw mud in your face
or laugh until their socks fall off.
31 January 2008 | water |
13,766 | JOEPOEWHIT | IWantWater | Just dont taste good.
Whats wrong-number one water.
So the rice grower, ' said'.
You maybe want more.
Feel like a shut door.
Water just dont feel right.
Acid-rain- blurring my sight.
Number one water-BOY.
Please dont tell me more.
YOU MUST HAVE WATER.
YOU number -1,1,1,1, -wont live.
Water shock to the body.
Water just dont feel right.
Must have some water, water.
WHAT YOU MEAN-YOU WANT -WATER.
Out on the block -GIRL.
BABY NEEDS WATER.
YOE, YOE, YOE-you got-WATER
MAN-KEEP YOUR COOL.
YOE-COOL water MAN.
COOL WATER
WATER.
WAT.
W.
[[[[the end]]]
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13,767 | TailorBell | IceWater | Here on the surface of the sun
Its hard to remember what you were concerned over
Ten thousand degrees or more
Inside hosts of hot-house cooks abound
To stay cool you have to move about
Stroll around some, maybe
Over by the magnetic flux zone
Note to self: Pickup some nice shades at the drugstore | water |
13,768 | SimpleSimon | J20JesusWalksOnWater | After the people went away,
Jesus chose another way,
With his disciples to cross
The lake and go across.
He climbed up a hill to stay,
And alone went there to pray.
By evening, for him to go back,
No boat was ready in the lake.
The waves tossed the boat.
The wind blew against it.
Early in the next morning,
On water, Jesus was walking
The disciples were afraid.
“It’s a ghost, ” they said.
“It’s I, Don’t be afraid, ”
Like this, Jesus replied.
Peter then spoke, “Lord,
Let me walk to your side,
On the water, if it’s you,
And what I see is true.”
“Come, ” this one word
Jesus blessed and said.
It was a surprise to Peter,
When he walked on water.
But the force of the wind,
Caused a fear in his mind,
That upset his balance
And he faced a crisis.
“Save me Lord, ” he cried.
To float on water he tried.
At once, Jesus pulled Peter
And saved him from water.
“Why did you doubt me?
Have you no faith on me? ”
Jesus smiled and said
His mistake, Peter realized.
The wind also died down
When they both stepped in
A boat that carried them
Without any more problem.
“Truly you’re Son of God, ”
Thus the disciples praised,
Thereafter they all realized,
Jesus was sent by the Lord. | water |
13,769 | MichaelShepherd | Just22MilesOfWater | ‘To understand all
is to forgive all ‘ –
that’s one French saying
that doesn’t seem to have
crossed the few miles of
‘The English Channel’, or
the Straits of Dover or
‘The Sleeve’ or the
‘Passage of Calais’ or
however the French translates –
with the Normans; so
perhaps they left it behind
at the Conquest along with
Armagnac and crepes and
their blonde mistresses
and never went back for it
like I wonder if that blunt
English saying,
‘Those who can, do;
those who can’t, teach; and
those who can’t teach,
become critics…’
ever made it across La Manche
to that civilised nation where
critics, teachers, and the mind
are held in such respect; but
suppose we equate football
and poetry here:
football supporters know their
playing days are over, if
they ever happened anyway;
they aren’t equipped to teach
except their sons, for some
happy time; and so they
hold to their precious love of
the beautiful game
by criticising the team,
the manager, and especially
the ref. Shoot the ref. So
maybe it’s because
you, and you know who you are,
felt you couldn’t be
the great poet which you so wanted
to be, and found you
couldn’t teach, that
because you truly, deeply
love poetry and all
it stands for, and need
to preserve that love, you
criticise poetry so savagely here
in England, and
are hated for it;
strange isn’t it that
a few miles across the Channel
from aggressive England
you’d be feted, revered, honoured,
as staunch upholder in critical essays
of the ever-renewing greatness of
French literature…
I’ll settle for understanding all and
forgiving all | water |
13,770 | elysabethfaslund | KatrinaStairsOnTheWater | October is pregnant with November owls, smells of holidays
Wreathing round tables, windows.
No stairs.
First stories are ten feet high, with water marks, loose tin,
Loose memories of
No stairs.
Last year's October, barren. Tears miscarried, dreams in
Beer bottles; toys, clothes, food begged by
Fire stations. No ice.
No stairs.
Christmas of words, Thanksgiving of doctors.
Halloween strutted real...mad dancing, skulls worn
And uncovered. No treats.
No stairs.
Were you proof-reading the Ten commandments,
Knowing water never goes to Heaven?
On that sunset lake were shadows of someone
Stumbling.
Too many stairs.
You were always right, but not always on time.
You took from Heaven.
You would not give.
Too many stairs
Got in the way. | water |
13,806 | RainerMariaRilke | WaterLily | My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
will deprive me, for it is infinite.
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
are mine; it is still the same, my life.
No desire opens me: I am full,
I never close myself with refusal-
in the rythm of my daily soul
I do not desire-I am moved;
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real:
into my body at the bottom of the water
I attract the beyonds of mirrors...
Translated by A. Poulin | water |
13,807 | RobertCreeley | WaterMusic | The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.
Water music,
loud in the clearing
off the boats,
birds, leaves.
They look for a place
to sit and eat-
no meaning,
no point. | water |
13,771 | BobGotti | LivingWater | For all men who hunger and thirst, let Jesus, in your life be first,
He will from a fountain higher, come fill our heart’s every desire.
The Lord will cause living water, to flow from within you forever,
When you truly come to know, Jesus Christ, eternal waters flow.
Through the Holy Spirit my friend, His living water will never end.
In everyone who Christ redeems, from inside flow living streams,
When you thirst for righteousness, Christ will fill your emptiness.
Not with a trickle or just a drop, but with streams that won’t stop.
All who thirst, Christ has willed, from His fountain shall be filled.
Filled through The Spirit above, sent to men through God’s love.
The well which feeds the spring, is regulated by the Eternal King,
And the well will never run dry, for its source is The Lord on High.
Rivers of water shall fill the life, of all who come to Jesus Christ.
They’ll hunger and thirst no more, when they know Christ as Lord.
God fills all our remaining days, with ever flowing joy and praise.
Being His example to all around, as the Love of Christ abounds,
A love from Christ that has its start, in every truly believing heart.
It comes only as you believe, and the Spirit of Truth you receive,
This living water He gives you, Christ wants to give to others too,
Using the living water of your life, to draw others to Jesus Christ. | water |
13,772 | D├│nallDempsey | MadeOfWater | Suspended above
Time
on a little rickety bridge
that almost
touches the water
we watch
time & time again
as water
caught & curved
by rocks
& boulders
forms a woman
& then un-forms
her
here
breasts appear
and then float away
there
the curve of a hip
and faster now
there
her
Sex
urgent & demanding
shaping
& un-shaping
itself.
“Reminds me of me! ”
You say.
“Yeah...”
I say
“...all the way! ”
We return to the hotel
where we recreate
Mother Nature.
Me all hard rock
& boulder
you a woman
made of water. | water |
13,773 | GeoffWarden | MakeWaterFlow | How, in such moment of time,
Doth thou come unto me,
Delivering such colours radiance,
Liken unto the falls of Niagara,
Filling voids of empathic rooms.
How, in such moment of space,
Doth thou reach the scope,
Of the depth of my pardon,
Liken unto birds paradise,
Giving voice unto melting need.
How, in such movement of spirit,
Doth thy empathic touch,
Deliver me unto heighten joy,
Felt only at the pinpoint second,
Emotions quake has release.
Only Thou could bring such eclipse.....
Only thou could make water flow.......
GJW- 26/12/06 | water |
13,774 | TerryBrewer | MyWaterSki | My water ski, she is a beauty
Now she’s painted bright red and black
I can think of nothing much better
Than to go out and give her a crack.
I’m sure she’ll skim over the water
As some sea birds skim over the sea
And I hope that while she’s a’skimming
She’ll think kindly of waiting for me.
As her creator I’m sure I deserve it
For the hours of toil that I’ve spent
In planing, and sanding and painting
And getting the bloomin end bent! | water |
13,775 | ErikJohanStagnelius | NackenWaterDemon | The evening is festooned with golden clouds
the fairies dance in the meadow
and the leaf-crowned Nacken
plays his fiddle in the silvery brook.
Little boy in the brush on the bank
resting in the violet vapor
hears the noise from the chilly water
calls out in the still night.
"Poor old fellow, why do you play?
will it take the pain away?
you bring the woods and the fields to life
but you'll never be a child of God.
Paradise's moonlit nights
eden's flower-crowned plains
angels of the light on high--
never to be beheld by your eye."
Tears stream down the old man's face
down he dives into the rapids
the fiddle silences.
And the Nacken will never
play again in the silvery brook. | water |
13,776 | ReneFrancoisArmandPrudhomme | OnTheWater | The sound of bank and water is all I hear,
The sad resignation of a weeping spring
Or a rock that hourly sheds a tear,
And the birch leaves' vague quivering.
I do not see the river bear the boat along
The flowering shore flits past, and I remain;
And in the watery depths that I skim,
The reflected blue sky flutters like a curtain.
Meandering in their sleep, you might say the waters
Waver, no longer sure where the bank lies:
And the flower thrown in hesitates to choose.
And like this flower, all that man desires
Can settle on the river of my life,
Without teaching me which way my wishes lie. | water |
13,777 | ThomasTraherne | ShadowsInTheWater | In unexperienced infancy
Many a sweet mistake doth lie:
Mistake though false, intending true;
A seeming somewhat more than view;
That doth instruct the mind
In things that lie behind,
And many secrets to us show
Which afterwards we come to know.
Thus did I by the water's brink
Another world beneath me think;
And while the lofty spacious skies
Reversèd there, abused mine eyes,
I fancied other feet
Came mine to touch or meet;
As by some puddle I did play
Another world within it lay.
Beneath the water people drowned,
Yet with another heaven crowned,
In spacious regions seemed to go
As freely moving to and fro:
In bright and open space
I saw their very face;
Eyes, hands, and feet they had like mine;
Another sun did with them shine.
'Twas strange that people there should walk,
And yet I could not hear them talk:
That through a little watery chink,
Which one dry ox or horse might drink,
We other worlds should see,
Yet not admitted be;
And other confines there behold
Of light and darkness, heat and cold.
I called them oft, but called in vain;
No speeches we could entertain:
Yet did I there expect to find
Some other world, to please my mind.
I plainly saw by these
A new antipodes,
Whom, though they were so plainly seen,
A film kept off that stood between.
By walking men's reversèd feet
I chanced another world to meet;
Though it did not to view exceed
A phantom, 'tis a world indeed;
Where skies beneath us shine,
And earth by art divine
Another face presents below,
Where people's feet against ours go.
Within the regions of the air,
Compassed about with heavens fair,
Great tracts of land there may be found
Enriched with fields and fertile ground;
Where many numerous hosts
In those far distant coasts,
For other great and glorious ends
Inhabit, my yet unknown friends.
O ye that stand upon the brink,
Whom I so near me through the chink
With wonder see: what faces there,
Whose feet, whose bodies, do ye wear?
I my companions see
In you another me.
They seemèd others, but are we;
Our second selves these shadows be.
Look how far off those lower skies
Extend themselves! scarce with mine eyes
I can them reach. O ye my friends,
What secret borders on those ends?
Are lofty heavens hurled
'Bout your inferior world?
Are yet the representatives
Of other peoples' distant lives?
Of all the playmates which I knew
That here I do the image view
In other selves, what can it mean?
But that below the purling stream
Some unknown joys there be
Laid up in store for me;
To which I shall, when that thin skin
Is broken, be admitted in. | water |
13,778 | ErinHanson | ShedingWaterDrops | Palms in hand
closed tightly fitting right into
the face.
steaming the tears falling
non stop.
planning a stop sign
a whole where i can stop
thinking im loosing
sickend almost as a dead weed
drooping towards the
hell of evil
as a deadly poisend rose.
the viens are
kiling stabbing within my
heart is eating away
as the love inside
has an attachted disease.
molds of the spreading water drops
steaming off my face.
with palms tightly in hand. | water |
13,779 | DavidHarris | SkippingStonesAcrossTheWater | You go to a beach
and one of the first things you do
is grab a few stones,
skip them across the water
to see how many times they skip
and how far they go.
I don’t know if this is a man’s thing,
or if females do it to.
Therefore, my female friends out there
you’ll have to let me know. | water |
13,808 | TerenceGeorgeCraddockSpectralImagesandImagesOfLight | WaterNeedWater | water
need
water
so
thirsty
tired
thirsty
after labour
working
in the night
almost
spent
can't carry on
without
water
Copyright © Terence George Craddock | water |
13,780 | BanjoPaterson | SongOfTheArtesianWater | Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought;
But we're sick of prayers and Providence -- we're going to do without;
With the derricks up above us and the solid earth below,
We are waiting at the lever for the word to let her go.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we'll sink it deeper down:
As the drill is plugging downward at a thousand feet of level,
If the Lord won't send us water, oh, we'll get it from the devil;
Yes, we'll get it from the devil deeper down.
Now, our engine's built in Glasgow by a very canny Scot,
And he marked it twenty horse-power, but he don't know what is what:
When Canadian Bill is firing with the sun-dried gidgee logs,
She can equal thirty horses and a score or so of dogs.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
If we fail to get the water, then it's ruin to the squatter,
For the drought is on the station and the weather's growing hotter,
But we're bound to get the water deeper down.
But the shaft has started caving and the sinking's very slow,
And the yellow rods are bending in the water down below,
And the tubes are always jamming, and they can't be made to shift
Till we nearly burst the engine with a forty horse-power lift.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
Though the shaft is always caving, and the tubes are always jamming,
Yet we'll fight our way to water while the stubborn drill is ramming --
While the stubborn drill is ramming deeper down.
But there's no artesian water, though we've passed three thousand feet,
And the contract price is growing, and the boss is nearly beat.
But it must be down beneath us, and it's down we've got to go,
Though she's bumping on the solid rock four thousand feet below.
Sinking down, deeper down,
Oh, we're going deeper down:
And it's time they heard us knocking on the roof of Satan's dwellin';
But we'll get artesian water if we cave the roof of hell in --
Oh! we'll get artesian water deeper down.
But it's hark! the whistle's blowing with a wild, exultant blast,
And the boys are madly cheering, for they've struck the flow at last;
And it's rushing up the tubing from four thousand feet below,
Till it spouts above the casing in a million-gallon flow.
And it's down, deeper down --
Oh, it comes from deeper down;
It is flowing, ever flowing, in a free, unstinted measure
From the silent hidden places where the old earth hides her treasure --
Where the old earth hides her treasures deeper down.
And it's clear away the timber, and it's let the water run:
How it glimmers in the shadow, how it flashes in the sun!
By the silent bells of timber, by the miles of blazing plain
It is bringing hope and comfort to the thirsty land again.
Flowing down, further down;
It is flowing deeper down
To the tortured thirsty cattle, bringing gladness in its going;
Through the droughty days of summer it is flowing, ever flowing --
It is flowing, ever flowing, further down. | water |
13,781 | PeterSQuinn | SummerWaterHaikuWithRhyme | Summer water streams
Through pigmented airy dreams
Every shadow seems | water |
13,782 | KennethKoch | TheBoilingWater | A serious moment for the water is
when it boils
And though one usually regards it
merely as a convenience
To have the boiling water
available for bath or table
Occasionally there is someone
around who understands
The importance of this moment
for the water—maybe a saint,
Maybe a poet, maybe a crazy
man, or just someone
temporarily disturbed
With his mind 'floating'in a
sense, away from his deepest
Personal concerns to more
'unreal' things...
A serious moment for the island
is when its trees
Begin to give it shade, and
another is when the ocean
washes
Big heavy things against its side.
One walks around and looks at
the island
But not really at it, at what is on
it, and one thinks,
It must be serious, even, to be this
island, at all, here.
Since it is lying here exposed to
the whole sea. All its
Moments might be serious. It is
serious, in such windy weather,
to be a sail
Or an open window, or a feather
flying in the street...
Seriousness, how often I have
thought of seriousness
And how little I have understood
it, except this: serious is urgent
And it has to do with change. You
say to the water,
It's not necessary to boil now,
and you turn it off. It stops
Fidgeting. And starts to cool. You
put your hand in it
And say, The water isn't serious
any more. It has the potential,
However—that urgency to give
off bubbles, to
Change itself to steam. And the
wind,
When it becomes part of a
hurricane, blowing up the
beach
And the sand dunes can't keep it
away.
Fainting is one sign of
seriousness, crying is another.
Shuddering all over is another
one.
A serious moment for the
telephone is when it rings.
And a person answers, it is
Angelica, or is it you.
A serious moment for the fly is
when its wings
Are moving, and a serious
moment for the duck
Is when it swims, when it first
touches water, then spreads
Its smile upon the water...
A serious moment for the match
is when it burst into flame...
Serious for me that I met you, and
serious for you
That you met me, and that we do
not know
If we will ever be close to anyone
again. Serious the recognition
of the probability
That we will, although time
stretches terribly in
between... | water |
13,783 | EdwinJamesBrady | TheGreatGreyWater | Now two have met, now two have met,
Who may not meet again—
Two grains of sand, two blades of grass,
Two threads within the skein—
Beside the Great Grey Water.
Two hands to touch, two hearts to touch;
And, here forgathered, we
Will not forget, may not forget,
Where last forgathered three—
Beyond the Great Grey Water.
Two glasses filled, two pipes to fill—
‘To all our fortunes, brother!’
And as they clink—like so—we drink
Fair passage to the other
Across the Great Grey Water.
For three have sailed, and one has sailed,
His sins, like ours, still on him,
God sleep his soul! five oceans roll
Their long weight all upon him.
O God! thy Great Grey Water!
But I am still, and you are still,
And here our chance has flung us;
True comrades we, but…there were three
And one is not among us
Beside the Great Grey Water.
A breathing space, a biding place,
Soft lights and beakers beaded,
Then out again and on again,
Unminded and unheeded,
Across the Great Grey Water.
Now two have met where three have met
With curses or with laughter;
And so our Day shall pass away,
And so our Night come after—
But, ah! the Great Grey Water | water |
13,784 | JerryAbrahamson | TheImportanceOfWater | It has always puzzled me
That the most important liquid
That a person can drink
Is a glass of water
Water has no taste
Or oder or smell you see
But it is important
To our everyday living
It flushes out our system
And helps us to lose weight
It helps us to stay regular
That's the importance of water | water |
13,785 | D├│nallDempsey | TheLanguageOfWater | THE LANGUAGE OF WATER
You wait by the lake
alone
except for your self
&
your reflected self
as if the landscape
dreamt you up.
Your thoughts a flock of birds
scattered across the failing light.
Clouds laugh
run along the ground
on tiny unseen feet.
Trees stand on their heads
wriggling their toes in the air
& you
become as two
both real & unreal
as if a living
dream.
You hum
Pachabel's Canon
as sun & horizon
listen.
Not bad for a human
they both agree.
It's as if
I need a key
to enter this magical
dimension
as if I have to
invent one
...a magical one.
I take a little stone
whisper to it the secrets
of flight
and teach it how to say: "Splash! "
in the language of water.
The little stone
transformed with its new knowledge
does as it is told
shatters
this mirror world
opens
the dream
and I enter
bewitched
as any fairytale
Prince
my voice
calling your sweet name
with longing
you turn
& we embrace
kiss
& look upon ourselves
as the dream
remakes itself
stitching itself
together with silence.
An old artist
(unknown to us then)
places us
the lovers
at the center
of his composition
adds this
final brushstroke
and pleased
with his efforts
folds up
his chair
packs up
his paints & easel
smiles at our
kisses
wishes
us a goodnight
and is gone
eaten by the twilight.
Our laughter
frail & fragile
lingering on the night air
playing peek-a-boo
with the moonlight. | water |