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13,786 | WilliamButlerYeats | TheOldMenAdmiringThemselvesInTheWater | I HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.' | water |
13,809 | MelvinaGermain | WaterNymphFantasyPoem | Water Nymph come swim with me,
in the deepest valleys of the sea.
Swim through the eddies,
flirt with the sea ladies.
Many treasures here for you and me.
sirens of the sea waving happily.
Water nymph, water nymph,
did you see, they waved at me.
Come water nymph come swim with me.
Enjoy the vastness of the deep blue sea.
There are sea monkeys, sirens, mermaids and more.
Maybe we can take some treasures back to shore.
Oh cmon water nymph, don’t be shy.
Come swim with me, watch the boats sail by.
(July 1,2007) | water |
13,787 | D├│nallDempsey | TheRefractionOfWater | Not knowing how to swim
I became an expert
at diving in
and swimming under water
(oh I could do that)
for a width
and then
another width back
reaching for the safety of the bar as if it were
Life itself
even pushed it so far
(I held my breath)
took to swimming lengths
underwater
the danger and the fear of death
became the thrill of it
lost in a soundless universe
living only on that one breath
my shadow like a soul distorted
accompanying me on the bottom
like a dolphin
///Time///broken///
in the refraction
of water.
Although I never learned
to swim
I became an expert
in not drowning.
***
IN AN OCTOPUS’S GARDEN WITH YOU
We play about
in the pool
(act the fool)
not swimming – playing.
I swim underwater
for a length
before passing underneath
your wide open legs.
You thrill to the touch
as I softly brush
your inner thighs
with my curly hair.
You laugh & cry:
“Again…again! ”
This time you
untying the little ribbons & bows
of your tiny bikini bottoms
giving me
a glimpse
of Heaven here
on earth
(under water)
my lungs on fire
gasping for breath
come up
clenched in my teeth
your little yellow
polka-dot bikini bottoms
only to find your top
like a jellyfish
scurrying away on
the surface.
your nakedness
split in two
by the refractive index
of the water.
“Come here! ”
you sneer
“I’ve got something
I want to
show you! ”
You sure
show me. | water |
13,788 | OliverWendellHolmes | TheStarAndTheWaterLily | THE SUN stepped down from his golden throne,
And lay in the silent sea,
And the Lily had folded her satin leaves,
For a sleepy thing was she;
What is the Lily dreaming of?
Why crisp the waters blue?
See, see, she is lifting her varnished lid!
Her white leaves are glistening through!
The Rose is cooling his burning cheek
In the lap of the breathless tide; —
The Lily hath sisters fresh and fair,
That would lie by the Rose's side;
He would love her better than all the rest,
And he would be fond and true; —
But the Lily unfolded her weary lids,
And looked at the sky so blue.
Remember, remember, thou silly one,
How fast will thy summer glide,
And wilt thou wither a virgin pale,
Or flourish a blooming bride?
'O the rose is old, and thorny, and cold,
And he lives on earth, ' said she;
'But the Star is fair and he lives in the air,
And he shall my bridegroom be.'
But what if the stormy cloud should come,
And ruffle the silver sea?
Would he turn his eye from the distant sky,
To smile on a thing like thee?
O no, fair Lily, he will not send
One ray from his far-off throne;
The winds shall blow and the waves shall flow,
And thou wilt be left alone.
There is not a leaf on the mountain-top
Nor a dropp of evening dew,
Nor a golden sand on the sparkling shore,
Nor a pearl in the waters blue,
That he has not cheered with his fickle smile,
And warmed with his faithless beam, —
And will he be true to a pallid flower,
That floats on the quiet stream?
Alas for the Lily! she would not heed,
But turned to the skies afar,
And bared her breast to the trembling ray
That shot from the rising star;
The cloud came over the darkened sky,
And over the waters wide:
She looked in vain through the beating rain,
And sank in the stormy tide. | water |
13,789 | D├│nallDempsey | TheThirstOfWater | Your hands
caress the clay
it dances
to your fingertips
begs for shape
& form.
It seems as if
you create
the empty inside
first
the wet clay
waltzing with the wheel
curves that
can hold
nothing &
anything at all.
You smile.
Tell me the emptiness
is never empty.
It holds
what is to be.
It holds
the memories of wine
the thirst of water
the emptiness
is only
the something that
hasn’t happened
yet.
Years later
I still hold
those curves in my hand
the emptiness of you
gone
still filling up
my mind. | water |
13,790 | HenryVaughan | TheWaterFall | 1 With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
2 Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth
3 Here flowing fall,
4 And chide, and call,
5 As if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd
6 Ling'ring, and were of this steep place afraid;
7 The common pass
8 Where, clear as glass,
9 All must descend
10 Not to an end,
11 But quicken'd by this deep and rocky grave,
12 Rise to a longer course more bright and brave.
13 Dear stream! dear bank, where often I
14 Have sate and pleas'd my pensive eye,
15 Why, since each drop of thy quick store
16 Runs thither whence it flow'd before,
17 Should poor souls fear a shade or night,
18 Who came, sure, from a sea of light?
19 Or since those drops are all sent back
20 So sure to thee, that none doth lack,
21 Why should frail flesh doubt any more
22 That what God takes, he'll not restore?
23 O useful element and clear!
24 My sacred wash and cleanser here,
25 My first consigner unto those
26 Fountains of life where the Lamb goes!
27 What sublime truths and wholesome themes
28 Lodge in thy mystical deep streams!
29 Such as dull man can never find
30 Unless that Spirit lead his mind
31 Which first upon thy face did move,
32 And hatch'd all with his quick'ning love.
33 As this loud brook's incessant fall
34 In streaming rings restagnates all,
35 Which reach by course the bank, and then
36 Are no more seen, just so pass men.
37 O my invisible estate,
38 My glorious liberty, still late!
39 Thou art the channel my soul seeks,
40 Not this with cataracts and creeks. | water |
13,791 | HarrietMonroe | TheWaterOuzel | Little brown surf-bather of the mountains!
Spirit of foam, lover of cataracts, shaking your wings in falling waters!
Have you no fear of the roar and rush when Nevada plunges --
Nevada, the shapely dancer, feeling her way with slim white fingers?
How dare you dash at Yosemite the mighty --
Tall, white limbed Yosemite, leaping down, down over the cliff?
Is it not enough to lean on the blue air of mountains?
Is it not enough to rest with your mate at timberline, in bushes that hug
the rocks?
Must you fly through mad waters where the heaped-up granite breaks them?
Must you batter your wings in the torrent?
Must you plunge for life and death through the foam? | water |
13,810 | JohnPierpont | WaterOhWaterForMe | Oh! water for me-bright water for me!
And wine for the tremulous debauchee!
It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain,
It maketh the faint one strong again;
It comes o'er the sense like a breeze from the sea:
All freshness, like infant purity.
Oh water for me, bright water, for me!
Give wine, give wine to the debauchee!
Fill to the brim! fill, fill to the brim!
Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim:
For my hand is steady, my eye is true,
For I, like the flowers, drink nothing but dew.
Oh! water, bright water's a mine of wealth,
And the ores it yieldeth are vigour and health.
So water, pure water for me, for me!
And wine for the tremulous debauchee!
When over the hills, like a gladsome bride,
Morning walks forth in her beauty's pride,
And leading a band of laughing hours,
Brushes the dew from the nodding flowers,
Oh! cheerily then my voice is heard,
Mingling with that of the soaring bird,
Who flingeth abroad his matins loud,
As he freshens his wing in the cold grey cloud.
But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew,
Drowsily flying, and weaving anew,
Her dusky meshes o'er land and sea,
How gently, oh Sleep, fall thy poppies on me!
For water I drink, pure, cold and bright,
And my dreams are of heaven the live long night.
So, hurrah for thee, water, hurrah, hurrah!
Thou art silver and gold, thou art ribbon and star,
Hurrah for bright water! hurrah! hurrah! | water |
13,792 | DavidLewisPaget | TheWaterTower | I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.
While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.
‘Michelle, ’ she mutters, then groans aloud
I grit my teeth at the open door,
The wind it eddies in dust and leaves
And echoes long at the water tower.
‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ it grumbles and groans,
‘Michelle, ’ it whispers, then skips and howls;
My love rolls over in deepest sleep
While I keep watch through the early hours.
The storm comes in and the rain drives down,
Batters at windows and roof in vain,
The wires whine in a humming frown:
‘Michelle, Michelle, ’ is its one refrain.
And tears roll at my weathered cheek
The clock chimes five at the early hour,
Michelle once crawled from her bed, asleep,
And went to climb at the water tower.
Her hair was black as a raven’s coat
Her eyes set back in that tiny face,
Three winters long was her spell of dreams
Before she crept to that dreadful place.
Three winters long was our fairy child
Who lisped and chattered from heart to heart,
The cottage door had a faulty latch –
I’d always meant to replace that part.
But now, awake from her nest of dreams
I see my love at the open door,
I wait in hope, but her eyes are ice;
She’s staring out at the water tower.
Then I look down, and the page is full,
I’ve scribbled the words of an ancient rhyme,
Over and over and over again –
‘I’ll fix the latch when I get the time.’
And she goes back to her bed to cry
While I sit frozen beside the door,
The latch still rattles, the door’s ajar;
I’ve punched three holes in the water tower.
13 June 1999 | water |
13,793 | PhilipHousiaux | TheWhiteNoiseOfWater | Deeply into this ocean before me stare
that I might learn and learning be released.
Oh to be lifted up adrift in the current,
buoyed up in the ocean’s swirl, a feast
of sweeping lessons arriving, all declaring
terre and lunar’s bountiful caring
for those, in sick and disabled despair.
Power and sucking desire, destitute
beyond diagnosis, drugs, and hearing.
Inhuman public refuse, rejected and sent
their own kind, by drain water’s torrent
and pumped along by the gravity
of taxation torture, family disillusionment, Hell sent.
How natural then to be standing here.
My back now a swelling ocean
a living medium of nodes and antinodes
that sing and shine the length of me
that dance unholy devout rhythm
then parade with drums and cymbals
and twist me and turn me
tearing flesh and breaking the will
into fateful tragedy’s own obscene logic
that has no listenable melody, no mercy.
Of unceasing pain, broken hopes, fantasy magic potions.
Myself reduced, a mere dorsal domain
of tunnelling interacting wave trains
that meet and excel themselves, into nodal horror
only rarely cancelling, insane
in the kindly meeting embrace
of anti-nodal relief, from inhuman motion,
the bitterest of recriminations and cynical disbelief.
How natural then to be standing here
not of this race
myself, cosmic physiology, this place.
See how the tide sweeps all before its brush:
beginning beyond where sky boils water
yet penetrating into every harbour corner
with a frenzied narcotic’s rush.
Washing every stone to full lustre
tugging at every seaweed and thought
no matter what stuff once bought litters
the minds crevices and ocean’s floor.
Impossible then a more reliable mentor
moral guide or faithful harbinger.
Sense the power of meteoric forces
the lash and vapour of non-human insight.
How like foaming frothing sea water
all frequency noise is coloured and white.
And how white noise intrudes everywhere
and without fear or fight or terror
cancels and annuls all frequencies found
in true full spectrum banishment,
no echo, feedback, aharmonicity or rebound.
Noise of white water
tongue of churn and torrent.
And today this ocean’s waves,
bubbling turbulence around my waist,
a chill temptation of full spectral embrace.
A frequency for pain,
another for its loneliness
A frequency for humiliation, desperation and shame.
All to be swept away
in the white noise of tidal motion.
Wise natures metaphor my lesson
full spectral cycles, life’s truth and gain.
Justly concealing and healing
all that we need to shame
in some hidden sullen place
where need is sufficient reason
and God does not threaten with flame.
Away light of sun and private notions
to where matter’s particles dissolve in motion
that is wave-particle duality sharing.
That is full spectrum banishment
of that which is unbearable truth or suffering
that which is pain.
Is that shouts from the shore
intruders in my sacred space, ritual bath
violators, this white foamy shroud
or underwater echo,
the thrash and thump of great breakers.
Is that the pulse of pumped blood
or the periodic motion of life’s nutrient.
Is that rift and roar of turbulence
or the loss of oxygen in my head.
Is that the flail of my arms
or the swoon of the seaweed.
Am I treading water
or caressed by rising current.
False release or blessed peace.
Oh Oh what’s that you’re back… yes
I know you told me not to tell about the Heavenly Angels but… Yes
I try to be good. Oh I can’t hear you. The white noise of water. | water |
13,794 | WilliamButlerYeats | ToAnIsleInTheWater | SHY one, Shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
With catries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
To an isle in the water
With her would I fly. | water |
13,795 | RobertHerrick | ToTheWaterNymphsDrinkingAtThefountain | Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.
Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this--
To th' glass your lips incline;
And I shall see by that one kiss
The water turn'd to wine. | water |
13,796 | JohnBunyan | UponTheFishInTheWater | The water is the fish's element;
Take her from thence, none can her death prevent;
And some have said, who have transgressors been,
As good not be, as to be kept from sin.
2.
The water is the fish's element:
Leave her but there, and she is well content.
So's he, who in the path of life doth plod,
Take all, says he, let me but have my God.
3.
The water is the fish's element,
Her sportings there to her are excellent;
So is God's service unto holy men,
They are not in their element till then. | water |
13,797 | JohnBunyan | UponTheFlintInTheWater | This flint, time out of mind, has there abode,
Where crystal streams make their continual road.
Yet it abides a flint as much as 'twere
Before it touched the water, or came there
Its hard obdurateness is not abated,
'Tis not at all by water penetrated.
Though water hath a soft'ning virtue in't,
This stone it can't dissolve, for 'tis a flint.
Yea, though it in the water doth remain,
It doth its fiery nature still retain.
If you oppose it with its opposite,
At you, yea, in your face, its fire 'twill spit.
Comparison.
This flint an emblem is of those that lie,
Like stones, under the Word, until they die.
Its crystal streams have not their nature changed,
They are not, from their lusts, by grace estranged. | water |
13,798 | JamesKDyson | WaterFloods | modern day in the shade
feels like hazy, blue, pouring rain
sitting under chipmunk filled trees
watching clouds and thinking about fleas
fleas are small but not as tiny
I am fine, but please, don't mind me
growing tadpoles in the pond
just a patient, won't take long
alcohol is in my blood
inject an overdose
when water floods
the find is dry
she lied again
I don't know why?
I do know when. | water |
13,799 | AldoKraas | WaterFrog | I can see that
water frog
In a pond | water |
13,800 | KumarmaniMahakul | WaterGriefWaterJoy2100 | When there is no water there is danger
When there is excess water there is danger,
Ranger of forest tells that trees die
Due to wiled fire that spreads,
It happens when there is no rain
And summer runs for long time and
When monsoon comes very late to rain,
Then excess rain brings flood in river,
Landslide is seen and devastation too,
Trees are uprooted in heavy rain and cyclone,
Climate change is a big threatening,
When there is no water life becomes desert,
When there is clean and pure water we drink,
Polluted and muddy water we cannot drink,
During heavy rain we see water and play
We see flowing water in many streets
But we feel still thirsty expressing grief!
In two thousand and one hundred drops of water
We do our daily rituals and offer prayer to God,
His greatest natural creation is water is nectar,
No other nectar can quench our thirst,
Water only quenches thirstof billions,
Water expels the grief of its scarcity and
We get unlimited happiness getting clean water.
Growing pollution at present in 2019 is in peak
What will happen to the water and air in 2100?
Perhaps we shall see a state of grief and joy,
Water scarcity will burst over its peak point,
If pollution grows at present rate
Then no river or stream water we can drink at all
Due to solar, nuclear, industrial and other radiations,
Although we will see the clean water near us
Still we shall fear to drink due to fear of cancer,
Water carrying radiation can easily cause cancer,
To avoid such danger by 2100 we should be careful,
At right now only we should promise for cleanliness,
Cleanliness with righteousness we need for purity,
In pure mind we should do meditation and link God,
Then we should add our vibrations into water sources,
Water should be charged with positive cosmic energy,
Then only we can get gradually pure water,
God helps us a lot to remove negative energy,
We have to protect greatest resource of nature,
Water is singing and dancing angel in God's garden,
Are you hearing the pure ripple sound nearer?
You feel, flowing water is singing holy song of God!
© Kumaarmani Mahakul,02 July 2019. All rights reserved. | water |
13,801 | JOEPOEWHIT | WaterIsNotWater | Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.
11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
scribbleclub.com - defunct
JESUS SAVES | water |
13,802 | EmilyDickinson | WaterIsTaughtByThirst | 135
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land—by the Oceans passed.
Transport—by throe—
Peace—by its battles told—
Love, by Memorial Mold—
Birds, by the Snow. | water |
13,803 | SaraTeasdale | WaterLilies | If you have forgotten water lilies floating
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,
If you have forgotten their wet, sleepy fragrance,
Then you can return and not be afraid.
But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart. | water |
13,811 | sarahshahzad | WaterOnEarthSaveWater | Save Water
Free Verse Poem
.We drink and use water,
.Without knowing what it does,
.What benefits it gives,
.Water is around but has decreased,
.Without knowing that the world is drying,
.Before the leaves get crooked up as life,
.We need to save water, to save our life,
.Water helps everything,
.As we need to help it too,
.We do not need water just to drink and use,
.We need it, to help it, so it can help us too.
poemtheart.com
(Sarah Shahzad, November 2019) | water |
13,812 | MaySwenson | WaterPicture | In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
are bent legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
is an eye, with underlid
in the water. In its lens
dip crinkled heads with hats
that don't fall off. Dogs go by,
barking on their backs.
A baby, taken to feed the
ducks, dangles upside-down,
a pink balloon for a buoy.
Treetops deploy a haze of
cherry bloom for roots,
where birds coast belly-up
in the glass bowl of a hill;
from its bottom a bunch
of peanut-munching children
is suspended by their
sneakers, waveringly.
A swan, with twin necks
forming the figure 3,
steers between two dimpled
towers doubled. Fondly
hissing, she kisses herself,
and all the scene is troubled:
water-windows splinter,
tree-limbs tangle, the bridge
folds like a fan. | water |
13,813 | AdelaideRhead | Water | Water still, water deep, how many secrets do you keep?
We look upon your surface calm, and feel the peace that is a balm.
Now the gentle stream runs faster, racing swiftly swiftly ---
Over boundless cataracts. Water -- share your energy with me.
As a big wide river flowing slowly to the sea,
It fills me with its strength. Love and peace now cover me.
Sunshine on the water fills everything with gold.
And silver from the moonbeams. Feel the joy you now behold.
Water in its many forms soothes the jangled nerves,
Isn't this a pleasure that everyone deserves? | water |
13,814 | BobBlackwell | Water | The spirit of life,
spreads everywhere,
to all corners of our globe.
Rain, mist, fog, snow,
form lakes, rivers,
babbling running brooks;
the carriers of life’s soul
life’s bountiful
identity and joy.
Without it,
grasses brown,
trees rot and fall,
no leaves, flowers,
seeds, or fruit;
no shade, no scent,
no colour, food.
Animals, people, die;
no creatures great or small.
Deserts of want appear
no life or giving;
there is a thirst upon the land.
In time, all will wither,
wilt, rot and die.
Then a dirt, an ash
a sandy earth of want,
no open hand,
all life has gone.
More valuable than gold,
a treasure for us all.
use wisely, it is life.
All used up; We die! | water |
13,815 | DianaPoems | Water | You sway
Like my emotions
You glitter
Into my eyes
You swallow
Me inside
You give me warmth
You make me shiver
You keep the petals of a rose
From wither
I look at you
You are transparent
But within you
There is beauty
There is life
And without you
My petals will stiffen and wither | water |
13,816 | OliviaTaylor | Water | Water is pure,
Water is natural,
Water is healthy,
Water can help all
Water is simple,
Water is free,
Water can help the lives,
The lives of you and me | water |
13,817 | PabloNeruda | Water | Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam. | water |
13,818 | johntiongchunghoo | Water | water the world
before anything
else came along
from the water,
i heard record of things
old and new
they unveil them
to me with its
tingling sounds
the piano nature's
hands have played
since creation began
if there is anything
i wish my poem
to flow, it would
be water - in the
stream, river, sea,
waterfall, under the ice,
wherever it is,
water that harbours
a life of its own
and within it
a million lives
- seeps its way
into everybody's heart
it fools all agelbra
master with its agility
the only medium that
can take any shape
any form vapour,
snow and ice
if there is anything
i wish my poem to run
it would be the water
splashing, streaming,
swirling, splitting, spilling,
cornering, dancing down
reader's heart
water, in it are secrets
of news both good and bad
- of the present, of the future -
if you would just let your heart,
soul and mind flow with its rhythm
you could hear it playing out
all the secrets it held since
the beginning of time in the
most delightful tune | water |
13,819 | DeboraShort | WaterSteamAndIceCoupletsEdited | I am the contrails in the sky
Transporting your love to my heart-felt joy
I am those rolling white riffles splashing
Across those ancient glistening granite rocks
I am the warm tingling steaming massage
Sensate-ly refreshing your tired soul
I am that energizing frozen cube
That cools that sweet tea you sip on our porch
I am the main ingredient carrying
Life-giving nutrients to your keen mind
I am the visible steam rising up
That prepares your scrumptious wild rice tonight
I am those fluffy white clouds high above
That sponge down the dust into the earth
I am that which keeps your Force Five afloat
So you can sail on to your newer dreams
I am your frozen-ed winter delight
Magical crystals spun during the night
I am that drink your ravenous soul desires
Sprinkled grace, His most dear promise-d gift
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
October 2,2006) | water |
13,820 | MaryAgnesDalrymple | WaterTender | The river
has not entered the house yet.
I pack framed photographs:
weddings, babies,
dead uncles, and grandparents,
set aside ceramic eggs,
balanced on wooden stands,
to reach the wedding cake couple,
equidistant between two photographs.
My mother,
in her borrowed wedding dress,
holding a bouquet of artificial flowers,
whiter than Aunt Rose Mary's silk skirt.
My father,
in his Navy uniform, bearing
the insignia of a Water Tender,
his cap worn tilted to the right.
Standing midpoint,
the wedding cake couple
represents their union.
Flesh colored paint overlaps
the neckline of the bride,
executed too quickly.
The groom's black top-hat
is worn, a wedding ring shape
encircles the edge of the crown.
My mother is dead,
my father has remarried. He's left
behind the photographs, the eggs,
the wedding cake couple.
The river enters an open door.
I salvage what I can. | water |
13,854 | BriEdwards | CloudySunsetweatherChangePersonal | Glancing out our western window, toward the Ocean beyond some hills,
I see, near sundown, a layering of assorted clouds, like alternating color spills;
shades of gray this November day, plus white, and some almost resembling amber.
It makes me imagine a playing field over which winged-angels might clamber.
I took some photos to show my wife and now the scene has changed.
A dark gray streak is beside one forest-fire orange. Clouds are also rearranged.
As more time passes, whatever remnants there were of blue sky disappear,
and light and dark grays and almost-white stand alone……, as sunset is quite near.
(Nov.2012) | weather |
13,821 | GajananMishra | WaterWaterAndWater | Let me drink water
I know water is
Only true drink for me.
Food juices and soups
Are my foods,
Coffee tea wine
Are all poison.
I am thirsty
Give me a drop of
Pure water.
Let me sip water
As slowly as I
Comfortably can.
I know when I am
Sipping water
I am taking internal bath,
That eliminates uric acid,
excess of salt and sugar
And waste products of my body.
I know taking water
With meals dilutes
My stomach juice and
Hinders digestion.
Water, water,
Let me drink water
O my dear, I know
Water is useful
In constipation,
Asthma, flatulence,
Piles and fever.
Let me take bath
In water,
Let me rub my body
With hands before bathing
Let me take light exercises
Or for a few minutes slight sun-bath.
Let me take hot and cold hip baths
Together to get relieve from
Retention of urine, flatulence ad pain.
Let me take spinal bath
I know it is useful for my
Blood pressure, insomnia.
I take steam bath for my
Tonsillitis throat troubles,
Rheumatism, sciatica, pimples etc.
Hot foot bath is an antidote
To malaria and heaviness.
Let me swim in water
O my dear, I know it is
Beneficial to health
And it serves as a recreative activity.
Give me a cup of water
O my dear, and give me a
Better treatment and a better life.
Life is water
Water is life
Without water
The earth would
Become desert.
Let me enjoy
The recycling of water
From rain to ocean
In this rainy season,
Let me say it is
My life's new version . | water |
13,822 | KeneHall | WaterWaterEveryWhere | Water water every where but not a dropp to spare,
It’s time to stop and really think
A war we must declare.
The stone dry enemy will dry all the river beds,
So we’ll fight this war together
With loaded Aussie water tanks..
If man can pump his oil a thousand ‘K’s
Across the dessert lands, let’s get pumping
Northern monsoon lakes to dryer southern lands.
And in this raining fight of ours
We must never never cower,
And hope all the couples in our hot sunburnt land
Will always pull together and share
Their morning shower. | water |
13,823 | JamesCasey | WaterWaterEverywhere | Water Water Everywhere
Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink
That is of course until this lovely ship does sink
There is nothing to compare to a sunrise while at sea
Oh how I've missed those moments special just to me
Sunrises on the ocean with no one else around
Seems to show God's near us without a single sound
Sunsets are special too, dull moments they are not
Beautiful red colors emitting hues not too soon forgot
Night time on the ocean brings many things anew
On moonless skies it seems so cold with just a hint of dew
Of course those starry nights are quite a sight to see
The beauty of those twinklers was fashioned just for me
I'll always miss the wonders the stars have brought to me
And when I die I'd like my ashes spread far, far out to sea
Jim 1999 | water |
13,824 | ShaunCronick | WaterWaterEverywhere | Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink.
The river Ely burst its banks,
Making many a welsh heart sink.
A flood of biblical proportions,
Well, perhaps the odd drop or two.
Has drowned our cherished museum,
But the fine staff all came through.
All that was so painfully yesterday,
For the dark waters have ebbed away.
And so our robust museum of the year,
Is radiantly open this St David's Day! | water |
13,825 | DavidStainton | WaterWater | Water, water you’re good for me
You help me hydrate and make me pee
Sodium and you are meant to be
Water, water I must have thee
I drink you in and you come out
Can’t have too much or little without a doubt
Water, water you’re clear and cool
You help brake food down into stool
When my kidneys scream and shout
You reabsorb and balance out
Water, water when I’m thirsty
You with fluoride keep teeth more than three
I must have you to survive
Cause without you I’m not alive
Water, water so plain to see
I’ll drink you till the end of me | water |
13,826 | GajananMishra | WaterWater | Water water water
Where there is water
There is life.
No water no life.
A dropp of water
A deity.
Keep it
Serve it. | water |
13,827 | HarleyWhite | WaterWater | ‘Water' seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we're aware of.
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having some subsistence features.
Water may have been existent
in archaic ages distant
long before we tend to think—
even water that we drink.
Yet when in our galactic history
it was formed has been a mystery…
The researchers have debated
as to if it could be stated
that this liquid can be dated
back to when it's been related
there was a disk of gas and dust
and molecules that were a must
for water that originated
when our ‘system' was created
(namely, ‘solar', where we're fated) …
Or might it be more antiquated? !
Could we trace to outer space
the genesis that took place
of the water in our glass?
If indeed this came to pass,
it would open up new queries,
not to mention E.T. theories…
But that's within the jurisdiction
of those who compose science fiction.
Many scientists have avowed
that from the Sun's parental cloud
of interstellar dust and gas,
from which our star derived its mass,
water, well, to be precise,
water in the form of ice
was inherited there and then,
in that olden where and when…
Some astronomers theorize
that what we may not realize
is up to half the H2O
within the oceans that we know
right here on Planet Earth could be,
yes, older than the Sun we see
illuminating from on high,
in daylight's path across the sky,
our frets and frolics down below,
where heedlessly we come and go…
Water and life go hand in hand,
from briny deep to wooded land.
In the mariner's rhyming tale,
all the winds at sea did fail,
and the sailors lives were lost—
the idle ship was merely tossed
as if on a painted ocean,
painted ship, devoid of motion.
There was water ‘every where',
Coleridge says, except that there
was none to quench their parching thirst;
so the voyage seemed doubly cursed.
Water is such precious stuff!
Do we value it enough?
Oh, may there never come a time
(as in that famous rhyming rime)
when as to water here on Earth—
where mortals meet their death and birth—
we too will ever need to think
that there is not a drop to drink!
< October 8,2014 > | water |
13,828 | GajananMishra | WaterWaterTheGangesWater | Water water The Ganges water
Flows from You
All Truth come down
With this sacred water
Life is with this
Sinless and
Glowing effulgence
Emanating again and again
With this I am expressing
My words of Love
Words of affection
You are my finest selection
I am doing everything here
Only for Your glorification. | water |
13,829 | GajananMishra | WaterWaterTurbulentWater | Water water turbulent water
No water in future
Try to live without water
A drop of water you can not find
Here there except in media
Imagine image of a thirsty man
And beast and bird and parched
And cracked earth
No water in sea in ocean
In village cities industries population
Water water turbulent water
O my brother, save water
For your son and daughter
If you want them to be here. | water |
13,830 | ElizabethPadilloOlesen | WaterWaterWater | Water for life
to quench thirst
to wash away dirt
to sustain life
if food is denied.
Water, water, water,
wrapped up by toxic chemicals
filled with lead and copper;
bringing illness and rashes,
fear and hazard to everyone's life.
Oh, water, water, water
What has mankind done
to make you so unkind?
___________________________
Remembering water crisis in Michigan | water |
13,831 | GajananMishra | WaterWaterWater | Water water water and water
Give me water in this hot summer.
And water has atom, water has favor,
And water water water and water
Water as cloud, and water drops
In action, in creation and
Water is the symbol of supreme devotion.
Water, water. water and water
And in water there is true love
That is flowing within and outside. | water |
13,832 | RandallJarrell | WellWater | What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying,
"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to
A means to a means to) is well water
Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes
The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty
Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear
Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands
And gulp from them the dailiness of life. | water |
13,833 | MiaOcean | WhiteWaterRafting | The water
is flowing
with rage,
it splashes
and bubbles,
hurtles and
troubles,
anyone
who is
near.
The water
is flowing
downstream,
pulling
pebbles,
pinecones,
and people.
It's roaring
in the ears
of the raftors,
who are hollering
to be heard
over
the white
foaming
water. | water |
13,866 | OskarHansen | KabulWeatherForecast | Weather Forecast in Kabul.
Rain in Kabul, the weather woman on TV said.
and I wondered if that was a good or bad thing.
Slippery roads and confused drones, what do
I know? Perhaps the rain is just what the poppy
fields need right now. Weather forecast on T. V
is pure entertainment, all respectable channels
have a person with a map who looks confident
when trying to predict the tomorrow. Danish
bomber pilots listen to weather forecast too,
will there be sun over Libya? Kaddafi hasn’t any
more planes left, we are now bombing his tanks.
No-fly –zone? I didn’t know tanks could fly. Rain
in Chad, that’s sad, they like Kaddafi he has been
helpful to this poor country. Never mind all that
he’s a despot and so says all of us. | weather |
13,834 | GilbertKeithChesterton | WineAndWater | Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
But Noah he sinned, and we have sinned; on tipsy feet we trod,
Till a great big black teetotaller was sent to us for a rod,
And you can't get wine at a P.S.A., or chapel, or Eisteddfod,
For the Curse of Water has come again because of the wrath of God,
And water is on the Bishop's board and the Higher Thinker's shrine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine. | water |
13,835 | RenuRakhejaakaTranquilOcean | c27LifePhilosophySoulWater | You would be meandering by
Wasting your while
This world is not worth living under the sky
If you havnt tasted your soul water
Other delights will turn bitter
Open your inner eye
Feel the inner wind blowing
Inhale the fragrance
Listen to the sound of the water flowing
Become your own lover
Open the folds bit by bit
Use your innocence to see
Not your wordliness
That will make it flee
The soul water is pure
Crystal clear
Drink it
Drown in it
Anoint yourself with it | water |
13,836 | RenuRakhejaakaTranquilOcean | g2BiographicalIAmWater | I am water
Sometimes solid...you can always depend on
Sometimes liquid...fits in anywhere
Sometimes vapor...ephemeral...I am there and then I am gone
Sometimes ice...but can be dissolved by fire
Sometimes swirling....with passion
Sometimes tranquil....with still desire
Always flowing....unaware of the destination
Sometimes vivid....like blue sapphire
Always pure....see your reflection
Always rising...wanting to go higher | water |
13,837 | OriginalUnknownGirl | oWaterAlwaysFindsWaterASlipperyTale | She asked her a few questions
Shuffled the cards
Laid out the deck before her
“Pick a few won’t you? ”
“Ah yes”, she said, “was he a water sign? ”
“Yes” was her reply
“And you? ”
“Yes, water too”
“Ah, now I see…
When water meets water, you know;
It just flows,
Flows into one another
No seams, no edges, smooth without ridges
But when water meets fire
Well that’s a whole different desire
Water gets heated up by fire
But water can put fire out”
With that, she could agree and had no doubt
“What you need” she said, “is a good earth sign”
“Get away from all this water and fire,
Too much drowning, too much heat
What you need is some earth for you to meet”
So the mermaid shimmied up onto the rocks
Flipping her pearlescent tail on the shore
And twinkled her pretty shells
But the sea wanted her more…….. | water |
13,838 | DylanThomas | AProcessInTheWeatherOfTheHeart | A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.
A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.
A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.
A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.
A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead. | weather |
13,839 | AsifAndalib | ARomanticWeather | On such a cloudy day why you are far away?
Lightning is writing in sky what I want to say
The cloudy sky is like my gloomy face
The thunderbolts are showing my distress
The raindrops are like my sorrowful tears
My soul is on your way like pioneers
The murmur of the leaves is like my whisper
Please meet me in such a romantic weather | weather |
13,840 | RobertWilliamService | ASongOfWinterWeather | It isn't the foe that we fear;
It isn't the bullets that whine;
It isn't the business career
Of a shell, or the bust of a mine;
It isn't the snipers who seek
To nip our young hopes in the bud:
No, it isn't the guns,
And it isn't the Huns --
It's the MUD,
MUD,
MUD.
It isn't the melee we mind.
That often is rather good fun.
It isn't the shrapnel we find
Obtrusive when rained by the ton;
It isn't the bounce of the bombs
That gives us a positive pain:
It's the strafing we get
When the weather is wet --
It's the RAIN,
RAIN,
RAIN.
It isn't because we lack grit
We shrink from the horrors of war.
We don't mind the battle a bit;
In fact that is what we are for;
It isn't the rum-jars and things
Make us wish we were back in the fold:
It's the fingers that freeze
In the boreal breeze --
It's the COLD,
COLD,
COLD.
Oh, the rain, the mud, and the cold,
The cold, the mud, and the rain;
With weather at zero it's hard for a hero
From language that's rude to refrain.
With porridgy muck to the knees,
With sky that's a-pouring a flood,
Sure the worst of our foes
Are the pains and the woes
Of the RAIN,
THE COLD,
AND THE MUD. | weather |
13,841 | D├│nallDempsey | AndNowForTheWeather | Naked TV dinners
: the remains of...
you absentmindedly
“playing” with me
me nonchalantly
“playing” with you.
And now with
THE NEWS AT TEN
we both
... come!
And now
...for the weather. | weather |
13,842 | HarryKemp | AtSeaILearnedTheWeather | At sea I learned the weather,
At sea I learned to know
That waves raged not forever,
Winds did not ever blow.
I learned that, 'mid the thunder,
Was nothing might avail
But lying to and riding
The storm with scanted sail,
Knowing that calm would follow
Filled full of golden light
Though hail and thunder deafened
The watches of the night.
And, now today I'm sailing
The changing seas no more,
But tied up to a woman
And snug and safe ashore,
With pipe and 'baccy handy
And Sal still loving me -
I tell you that I'm thankful
For things I learned at sea! | weather |
13,843 | RaviSingh | AutumnsAndSpringsForWeather | Scorching sun may
Push us to stop and turn
In pricking hot sand
Our feet might burn
On our way, we may be
Stopped by twisting hurricanes
And might be troubled
By lashing heavy rains
Winter would be seething
May haunt us with chilling cold
And would try its every trick
To check and keep us in its fold
Every journey has
Its share of hostile weather
We are sure to overcome them
If we try together
We just have to keep the faith
And trust each other
Our journey will have many more
Autumns and Springs for weather
26 August 2009 | weather |
13,867 | NikaMcGuin | LouisianaWeatherShort | A sheet of wet curls lay over her face
she'd been drenched by the downpour
and her brand new shoes were indubitably ruined
Louisiana weather
could do this to a girl
one day is sunny and humid
and the next, is cold and wet
Most of your winter is hot
and most of your spring is cold
its changes can be so bold
it's the strangest weather story ever told | weather |
13,844 | WilliamErnestHenley | BalladeMadeInTheHotWeather | Fountains that frisk and sprinkle
The moss they overspill;
Pools that the breezes crinkle;
The wheel beside the mill,
With its wet, weedy frill;
Wind-shadows in the wheat;
A water-cart in the street;
The fringe of foam that girds
An islet's ferneries;
A green sky's minor thirds -
To live, I think of these!
Of ice and glass the tinkle,
Pellucid, silver-shrill;
Peaches without a wrinkle;
Cherries and snow at will,
From china bowls that fill
The senses with a sweet
Incuriousness of heat;
A melon's dripping sherds;
Cream-clotted strawberries;
Dusk dairies set with curds -
To live, I think of these!
Vale-lily and periwinkle;
Wet stone-crop on the sill;
The look of leaves a-twinkle
With windlets clear and still;
The feel of a forest rill
That wimples fresh and fleet
About one's naked feet;
The muzzles of drinking herds;
Lush flags and bulrushes;
The chirp of rain-bound birds -
To live, I think of these!
Envoy
Dark aisles, new packs of cards,
Mermaidens' tails, cool swards,
Dawn dews and starlit seas,
White marbles, whiter words -
To live, I think of these! | weather |
13,845 | AkaraK | BetterWeatherHereThanSomewhereElse | It's a Northern winter wonderland
Happy couples walking hand in hand
Department stores aglow with lights
Christmas trees always in sight
Snow falls down on New York City
Snow falls down on New York City
It's true that the place is lit up bright
And maybe the streets look amazing at night
And while the country can seem kind of plain
Alabama's got sunshine when New York's got rain
Frost on rooftops and gifts with bows
Teddy bears in shop windows
Santa in the mall with children on his lap
So much to do, so many presents to wrap
And snow falls down on New York City
Snow falls down on New York City
It's true that the place is lit up bright
And maybe the streets look amazing at night
And while the country can seem kind of plain
Alabama's got sunshine when New York's got rain
There's no white Christmas for Dixie this year
But we don't need snow to bring holiday cheer
Maybe we're simple but we still do our part
To keep Christmas a tradition that lives in the heart
So let the snow fall down on new York City
Just let it fall down on New York City | weather |
13,846 | EllaWheelerWilcox | BleakWeather | Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew
The white snows are falling;
And all through the woods where I wandered with you
The loud winds are calling;
And the robin that piped to us tune upon tune,
Neath the oak, you remember,
O'er hill-top and forest has followed the June
And left us December.
He has left like a friend who is true in the sun
And false in the shadows;
He has found new delights in the land where he's gone,
Greener woodlands and meadows.
Let him go! what care we? let the snow shroud the lea,
Let it drift on the heather;
We can sing through it all: I have you, you have me.
And we'll laugh at the weather.
The old year may die and a new year be born
That is bleaker and colder:
It cannot dismay us; we dare it, we scorn,
For our love makes us bolder.
Ah, Robin! sing loud on your far distant lea,
You friend in fair weather!
But here is a song sung that's fuller of glee,
By two warm hearts together. | weather |
13,847 | AldoKraas | ButTheWeatherIsBecomingMoreHospitableInThisPartOfTheWorld | But the weather is becoming more hospitable
in this part of the world | weather |
13,848 | TheodoraTheoOnken | ChangeInTheWeather | Sunshine and Roses they make us smile-
As do the soft Springs blossoming trees-
Bringing us total delight-ever so bright...
Happiness can be found in Springs most glorious breeze;
Effervescent are the brooks waters in the glen-
As the BumbleBees pollinate the blooms...
Alas, Springs clouds oft' bring thunder so loud...
And grayer days that just loom with gloom;
But ne'er do these days last for long-
As the Sunshine and Roses return...
Refreshed with soft air-and days so fair...
Leaving no room for a days weather concern; | weather |
13,849 | DagmaraAnnaAuraDagimar | ChangeableWeather | ------
wet morning
but is already
brightening up
a time for the sun
on your face
the impish wind is raising
my gauzy scarf
is sailing and as the kite
on the sky
an August sun
through leaves
it is lighting
and is going out
as the candle blown out
when the night is falling... | weather |
13,850 | RoannMendriq | ChangingWeatherChangingLife | It rained and drenched the waiting night,
Heavy torrents did it pour;
Next morning, all was clean and bright,
I could not ask for more.
The sky was baby powder blue,
the clouds had slipped away;
Sunlight deigned to shine on cue,
a refeshing brand new day.
I almost skipped onto the street,
this day felt new, washed clean;
Smiling, as I turned to greet,
the trees, in vibrant green.
The storm had passed at last,
I laughed with sweet relief;
No more skies downcast,
No deary days of grief.
Then suddenly, I felt a drop,
hit hard upon my cheek;
It hurt as if it wouldn't stop,
It made me feel so weak.
As I turned my face to wince,
the skies turned angry grey;
Clouds gathered with a vengeance,
And the sun just hid away.
Rain burst from the thundering skies,
in a grandiose downpour;
Just like life...I turned my eyes;
Nothing is for sure.
© | weather |
13,851 | JasbirChatterjee | ChangingWeather | Weather is changing again…
Summer is slowly giving way to winter,
Yellow leaves are falling,
New ones are coming in their place,
Early mornings now have a soft, soothing touch,
The ravaging afternoon sun has cooled down,
Evenings have a crisp, chilly feel
And nights are pleasant with clear, starry skies…
Yes, in a way
This winter will be like the last winter…
But in lots of ways
It will not be like the last one…
New experiences,
New friends,
New sensations,
Fresh insights,
Now light up my way;
And I plod ahead,
With a clearer vision
With a better understanding
of self, of people;
Humming a song
that I had never heard before
A song that has set my pulse racing...
A song that has touched my heart... | weather |
13,852 | jimfoulk | ChangingWeather | Do you barely see,
the sun in the sky,
when you know it's very high.
You stand in the sunshine,
and you wonder why,
on a day like today,
you go inside and stay.
When the snow flakes,
come your way
you wished you could
go outside today.
You wait for warm days,
cold is all you get,
making you have a fit.
Finally spring is here,
flowers are blooming,
love this weather, oh so dear.
wrote 2-7-07 | weather |
13,853 | EugeneField | ChicagoWeather | To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow,
Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl,
Laves in the cool, refreshing flow.
To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host
Of amorous suitors in her train,
Comes like a goddess forth to coast
Or skate upon the frozen main.
To-day, sweet posies mark her track,
While birds sing gayly in the trees;
To-morrow morn, her sealskin sack
Defies the piping polar breeze.
So Doris is to-day enthused
By Thisbe's soft, responsive sighs,
And on the morrow is confused
By Thisbe's cold, repellent eyes. | weather |
13,868 | AbdulWahab | MelbourneWeather | Every thing changes
Changes the face of relations
In the markets of exchanging hearts
The much known face changes
Into an unknown like the path
You tread just before the sandy storm
Has any one ever refused to walk
Along with you who comes
In the days of your sorrow
Has any river felt any scarcity of water
In the days of flood?
Then, why the heart of men and women
Changes like the weather of Melbourne? | weather |
13,855 | PeteCrowther | DonTMentionTheWeather | Do not ever, ever, ever
ask an Englishman about the weather.
Believe you me, it’s a big mistake
that you should never ever make.
For he’ll go on and on forever
until you think that you will never
get away from his mad tirade
about Fahrenheit and Centigrade.
They learn it at their mothers’ knees:
it is the national disease
where they all seem quite possessed
by this strange climatic zest.
They’ll talk and talk for simply hours
on the possibilities of showers
or the outside chance of freezing fog
should you want to walk the dog.
Thunderstorms will get them going
and they really love it when it’s snowing.
Especially they find it pleasing
to prophesy a spell of freezing.
They like their weather pretty dire
in places such as Staffordshire
and when it comes to wind and gale,
they play fine tunes on the Beaufort Scale.
Most of all, they really get boring
explaining why it’ll soon be pouring,
and you’ll learn more than you want to know
of drizzle, rain and sleet and snow.
So I will give you this advice:
“An Englishman can be very nice
but keep him off all talk of weather
or you’ll be stuck with him for ever.” | weather |
13,856 | D├│nallDempsey | EmotionalWeatherForecast | The warm front
of my laughter
collides with
the cold front of her
silence
I can see there is
stormy weather
ahead. | weather |
13,857 | DorothyParker | FairWeather | This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds. | weather |
13,858 | ChrisTusa | FearOfWeather | Once a favorite conversation piece,
now something more like a disease.
A weathervane sings, a wind chime clangs.
It’s December, only a slight silver breeze,
but already I’m imagining the tangled
metal of cars, birds falling from the trees.
My therapist says fear is normal,
that it’s simply a matter of degrees,
the brain has an internal mechanism,
she says, a switch that flicks on and off with ease.
I imagine a kind of silver machine
in my brain, humming like a hive of bees,
fear hopping from synapse to synapse
like some sort of electric, Post-modern flea.
Each day I swallow my grief like a pill,
ignore my therapist’s advice, my wife’s pleas.
I wait for the sky to fall, longing for the days
when wind was only wind, trees only trees. | weather |
13,859 | NarcissusStarlight | FuneralWeather | Walking in the rain
Catching the raindrops
As we laughed in love
Was fun with you, gentle you
But now the dark clouds
Bringing storm and rain
Terrify me
Real funeral weather
As it is today
Pitter patter, pitter patter
The winds have howled and gone
Taking you along
I remember the day you went away
The sky cried tears
Day was dark as night
When the gods took you away
I was alone,
Alone, alone, alone
Crying in the rain
Funeral weather
-- | weather |
13,860 | KevinPatrick | GoodCanadianWeather | A glimmer of spring recedes,
as winter rebounds towards furor
Sending off the cheerful malarkey
To be draped with an abstemious simmer
The rooftops bearing with tarmac
Become throttled with frosty garments
With bars made of ice, and walls made of snow
My sights claustrophobic and glacially narrow
And in the blink of an eye you'll hear my voice gripe
Muttering nonsensical adjectives of indolent tripe
But to be perfectly frank, this is good Canadian weather
The prelude of sallow lawns
Is disrupted by the Siberian sawn
Waylaying afterglows for lost summers
For rosy cheeks purchased from arctic dowers
I've traded my Hikers for Mukluks
Annoyed by the downgrade of gear
To shovel hours away, to keep contents at bay
Hunching over my back to find a parchment of clay
That will deliver the spark, to enthusiasms drought
Emancipating my spirits which are the size of a mouse
Though to be absolutely blunt this is good Canadian weather
To savour Februarys warmth
Shun caution towards Marches girth
For the balmy thrills of cupid
Coif unpleasant gifts from the ides
Never celebrate a battle in session
When the odds are constantly threatened
And Mother Nature's deck is blurring
She'll call the house down on top of your jeering
Condemning us to return to hibernation
And the chronicles of repeated complaining
So in absolute fact, to the vault in my heart
All of this muddle, is good Canadian weather | weather |
13,861 | RobinsonJeffers | GrayWeather | It is true that, older than man and ages to outlast him, the Pacific surf
Still cheerfully pounds the worn granite drum;
But there's no storm; and the birds are still, no song; no kind of excess;
Nothing that shines, nothing is dark;
There; is neither joy nor grief nor a person, the sun's tooth
sheathed in cloud,
And life has no more desires than a stone.
The stormy conditions of time and change are all abrogated, the essential
Violences of survival, pleasure,
Love, wrath and pain, and the curious desire of knowing, all perfectly
suspended.
In the cloudy light, in the timeless quietness,
One explores deeper than the nerves or heart of nature, the womb or soul,
To the bone, the careless white bone, the excellence. | weather |
13,862 | GeorgeMeredith | HardWeather | Bursts from a rending East in flaws
The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn
To strew the garden, strip the shaws,
And show our Spring with banner torn.
Was ever such virago morn?
The wind has teeth, the wind has claws.
All the wind's wolves through woods are loose,
The wild wind's falconry aloft.
Shrill underfoot the grassblade shrews,
At gallop, clumped, and down the croft
Bestrid by shadows, beaten, tossed;
It seems a scythe, it seems a rod.
The howl is up at the howl's accost;
The shivers greet and the shivers nod.
Is the land ship? we are rolled, we drive
Tritonly, cleaving hiss and hum;
Whirl with the dead, or mount or dive,
Or down in dregs, or on in scum.
And drums the distant, pipes the near,
And vale and hill are grey in grey,
As when the surge is crumbling sheer,
And sea-mews wing the haze of spray.
Clouds--are they bony witches?--swarms,
Darting swift on the robber's flight,
Hurry an infant sky in arms:
It peeps, it becks; 'tis day, 'tis night.
Black while over the loop of blue
The swathe is closed, like shroud on corse.
Lo, as if swift the Furies flew,
The Fates at heel at a cry to horse!
Interpret me the savage whirr:
And is it Nature scourged, or she,
Her offspring's executioner,
Reducing land to barren sea?
But is there meaning in a day
When this fierce angel of the air,
Intent to throw, and haply slay,
Can for what breath of life we bear,
Exact the wrestle?--Call to mind
The many meanings glistening up
When Nature to her nurslings kind,
Hands them the fruitage and the cup!
And seek we rich significance
Not otherwhere than with those tides
Of pleasure on the sunned expanse,
Whose flow deludes, whose ebb derides?
Look in the face of men who fare
Lock-mouthed, a match in lungs and thews
For this fierce angel of the air,
To twist with him and take his bruise.
That is the face beloved of old
Of Earth, young mother of her brood:
Nor broken for us shows the mould
When muscle is in mind renewed:
Though farther from her nature rude,
Yet nearer to her spirit's hold:
And though of gentler mood serene,
Still forceful of her fountain-jet.
So shall her blows be shrewdly met,
Be luminously read the scene
Where Life is at her grindstone set,
That she may give us edgeing keen,
String us for battle, till as play
The common strokes of fortune shower.
Such meaning in a dagger-day
Our wits may clasp to wax in power.
Yea, feel us warmer at her breast,
By spin of blood in lusty drill,
Than when her honeyed hands caressed,
And Pleasure, sapping, seemed to fill.
Behold the life at ease; it drifts.
The sharpened life commands its course.
She winnows, winnows roughly; sifts,
To dip her chosen in her source:
Contention is the vital force,
Whence pluck they brain, her prize of gifts,
Sky of the senses! on which height,
Not disconnected, yet released,
They see how spirit comes to light,
Through conquest of the inner beast,
Which Measure tames to movement sane,
In harmony with what is fair.
Never is Earth misread by brain:
That is the welling of her, there
The mirror: with one step beyond,
For likewise is it voice; and more,
Benignest kinship bids respond,
When wail the weak, and them restore
Whom days as fell as this may rive,
While Earth sits ebon in her gloom,
Us atomies of life alive
Unheeding, bent on life to come.
Her children of the labouring brain,
These are the champions of the race,
True parents, and the sole humane,
With understanding for their base.
Earth yields the milk, but all her mind
Is vowed to thresh for stouter stock.
Her passion for old giantkind,
That scaled the mount, uphurled the rock,
Devolves on them who read aright
Her meaning and devoutly serve;
Nor in her starlessness of night
Peruse her with the craven nerve:
But even as she from grass to corn,
To eagle high from grubbing mole,
Prove in strong brain her noblest born,
The station for the flight of soul. | weather |
13,863 | MaryAustin | HuntingWeather | W HEN misty, misty mornings come,
When wild geese low are flying,
And down along the reedy marsh
The mallard drakes are crying;
When cattle leave the highest hills,
And blackbirds flock together --
By all these signs the hunter knows
Has come good hunting weather. | weather |
13,864 | BorisPasternak | IGrewFoulWeatherDreamsForebodings | I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
Away from earth; distress was growing
Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.
I grew. The veil of woven sunsets
At dusk would cling to me and swell.
With wine in glasses we would gather
To celebrate a sad farewell,
And yet the eagle's clasp already
Refreshes forearms' heated strain.
The days have gone, when, love, you floated
Above me, harbinger of pain.
Do we not share the sky, the flying?
Now, like a swan, his death-song done,
Rejoice! In triumph, with the eagle
Shoulder to shoulder, we are one. | weather |
13,865 | MarilynLott | ILoveTheMontanaWeather | There is one thing about Montana
That always fascinates me
It is that from one minute to another
You don’t know what the weather will be
It can be so hot that it seems
You are barely able to breathe
Scorching hot everywhere
Without a single breeze
And then you hadn’t noticed
But a few clouds had drifted in
You look up at the big sky
Not realizing what will begin
But begin it surely does
The wind suddenly blows hard
A few sprinkles are felt at first
On your roof and in your yard
Thunder rolls like bowling balls
Across your heavenly world
A storm like you’ve never seen
Has suddenly been hurled
Yep, it’s always a mystery
As clouds will slowly gather
How things change so quickly
I love the Montana weather! | weather |
13,869 | GeorgeMeredith | ModernLoveXxiiiTisChristmasWeather | 'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house
Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get
An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret
At that, it is half-said. The great carouse
Knocks hard upon the midnight's hollow door,
But when I knock at hers, I see the pit.
Why did I come here in that dullard fit?
I enter, and lie couched upon the floor.
Passing, I caught the coverlet's quick beat:--
Come, Shame, burn to my soul! and Pride, and Pain--
Foul demons that have tortured me, enchain!
Out in the freezing darkness the lambs bleat.
The small bird stiffens in the low starlight.
I know not how, but shuddering as I slept,
I dreamed a banished angel to me crept:
My feet were nourished on her breasts all night. | weather |
13,870 | DrACelestineRajManoharMD | NaturesWeatherBeatenMountainSculptures | Man chisels, sculpts the mountain-sides by hand;
Man cuts granite blocks off by huge machines;
Man breaks the boulders using dynamite;
The remnants are not worth seeing at all!
When Nature weathers mountains and hill-tops,
In slow degrees for years by crumbling stones,
What’s left appears a master-piece of art –
So queer yet wonderful to human eyes!
A flock of sheep are grazing up a rock;
A crowd of people move to see someone;
Is Jesus preaching from the mountain-side?
The weathered stones appear as if alive!
Imagination can pick various shapes;
The mind’s eye thinks of people present, past;
The thinker views the grotesque shapes anew;
Old mountains turn great sculptures unrivaled!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-09-2013 | weather |
13,871 | LawrenceSPertillar | NoMatterWhatTheWeatherShows | I've got you.
You've got me.
And we've got...
Dreams.
I've got you.
You've got me.
And we've got...
Our dreams.
Together we can conquer,
With our dreams.
Together we can make it,
With our dreams.
Together life is better,
With our dreams.
And I've got you.
You know you've got me.
And together...
We've got those dreams.
Oh yes I've got you.
And you've got me.
And we both together will fulfill dreams.
Together we can conquer,
With our dreams.
Together we can make it,
With our dreams.
Together life is better,
With our dreams.
No matter what the weather,
We've got dreams.
Storm winds come blowing...
But no matter what the weather shows,
Together we'll combat it with our dreams.
Storm winds come blowing...
But no matter what the weather shows,
Together we'll combat it with our dreams.
Together we'll combat the storms,
With our dreams.
I've got you.
You've got me.
And we've got...
Dreams.
No matter what the weather shows,
Together we will always know...
Together we'll combat it with our dreams.
Together we'll combat it with our dreams. | weather |
13,872 | HelenHuntJackson | OctobersBrightBlueWeather | O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather. | weather |
13,873 | LuoZhihai | OctobersBrightBlueWeather | ★ October's Bright Blue Weather
☆ Poetry by Helen Hunt Jackson
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love love the best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
▲ Chinese Translation
★ 十月明亮蔚蓝的天气
☆ [美国] 海伦•亨特•杰克逊 (1830 –1885) 诗
☆ [中国] 罗志海 (1954 -) 译
啊，六月太阳、天空、云儿
和六月的鲜花一起
你们不能竞争一小 时
十月明亮蔚蓝的天气
嗡嗡响的大黄蜂匆忙
迟来，无用的流浪汉
黄 花快要死亡
小路巷道，葡萄芬芳
龙胆手指紧紧翻滚
去拯救他们的早晨
栗子从光滑的毛刺上掉下
没有预警，悄无声音
躺在地面上的红苹果
像成堆 的宝石闪闪烁烁
旧石头墙依旧红火
忍冬叶缠绕交错
路边所有可爱的植物
白茸茸种子传播
田间地头依旧美艳绿色
迟发的再生草生势蓬勃
泉水向低 处流，汇成小溪
闲置的黄金货运
亮晃晃的叶子寂静无声沉入水底
树林，等待冬季
战友们寻找甜蜜的国度常来常去
三三两两在一起
守财奴锱铢必较，每时每刻
十月明亮蔚蓝的天气
啊，六月太阳、天空、云儿
加上你所有的引以为傲
爱，爱上全年最好
十月明亮蔚蓝的天气
北京时间2015年3月8日翻译< br>Beijing time on March 8,2015, Translation | weather |
13,874 | FrancisQuarles | OnChangeOfWeather | And were it for thy profit, to obtain
All sunshine? No vicissitude of rain?
Think'st thou that thy laborious plough requires
Not winter frosts as well as summer fires?
There must be both: sometimes these hearts of ours
Must have the sweet, the seasonable showers
Of tears; sometimes the frost of chill despair
Makes our desired sunshine seem more fair;
Weathers that most oppose the flesh and blood
Are such as help to make our harvest good.
We may not choose, great God: it is thy task;
We know not what to have, nor how to ask | weather |
13,875 | AdelaideCrapsey | OnSeeingWeatherBeatenTrees | Is it as plainly in our living shown,
By slant and twist, which way the wind has blown? | weather |
13,876 | GilbertWhite | OnTheDarkStillDryWarmWeather | Th'imprison'd winds slumber within their caves
Fast bound: the fickle vane, emblem of change,
Wavers no more, long-settling to a point.
All nature nodding seems compos'd: thick steams
From land, from flood up-drawn, dimming the day,
"Like a dark ceiling stand:" slow thro' the air
Gossamer floats, or stretch'd from blade to blade
The wavy net-work whitens all the field.
Push'd by the weightier atmosphere, up springs
The ponderous Mercury, from scale to scale
Mounting, amidst the Torricellian tube.
While high in air, and pois'd upon his wings
Unseen, the soft, enamour'd wood-lark runs
Thro' all his maze of melody; -- the brake
Loud with the black-bird's bolder note resounds.
Sooth'd by the genial warmth, the cawing rook
Anticipates the spring, selects her mate,
Haunts her tall nest-trees, and with sedulous care
Repairs her wicker eyrie, tempest torn.
The plough-man inly smiles to see upturn
His mellow glebe, best pledge of future crop:
With glee the gardener eyes his smoking beds:
E'en pining sickness feels a short relief.
The happy school-boy brings transported forth
His long-forgotten scourge, and giddy gig:
O'er the white paths he whirls the rolling hoop,
Or triumphs in the dusty fields of taw.
Not so the museful sage: -- abroad he walks
Contemplative, if haply he may find
What cause controuls the tempest's rage, or whence
Amidst the savage season winter smiles.
For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm.
At length some drops prelude a change: the sun
With ray refracted bursts the parting gloom;
When all the chequer'd sky is one bright glare.
Mutters the wind at eve: th' horizon round
With angry aspect scowls: down rush the showers,
And float the delug'd paths, and miry fields. | weather |
13,877 | rameshrai | PassiveWeather | The sun is annoyed with the earth
that so he is not seen throughout
but aroma of his arrival
spreaded throughout the earth
Air is not humming to - day
stopped mesmerizing the flowers
so, flowers are sad too
not sympathetic with bees even
to sip her nectar today
to view the piteous scene of earth
sky also weeps with drizzling tears
an unforeseen silence stirs the nature
making me bore except
to lean and chat with my poetry. | weather |
13,878 | adheezvanderbeanthz | PoetryAndWeather | like poetry
life isn't about explanation
it all about the words
that you chosen
same like a clime
you can't change the weather
but you can change
the wind direction
earthzcity,070213 | weather |
13,946 | FaySlimm | AWinterWedding | Everyone knew we were heading for snow.
Lowering banks of menacing clouds trying
To threaten cold wedding guests told us so.
You and I cuddled close. I was crying.
After a night of passionate rapture
You would be gone. Yet these moments were ours.
My body, heart, mind and soul you captured,
Snowbound, we then bound ourselves to love's vows.
Your presence has stayed, 'tho war took your life.
It shines in your son, and comforts your wife.
Dedicated to all war widows. | wedding |
13,879 | MargaretAlice | RainingOusideSurvivalWeather | It’s raining ouside – survival weather, saving our lives
but overcast weather makes me feel bad, I need the
sun to feel better; whenever I am down I go outside
and lie in the sun, when it’s rainy like now, there’s
no hope, all falls apart, the negative side of my mind
turns up, and I can’t change it into happy and content
regardless of what I do, say or eat – the only thing that
helps is sunshine, but rainy weather bringing the
water we need, is necessary – so I have to keep my
sadness inside while applauding the good effects
of rain in our lives… | weather |
13,880 | LawrenceSPertillar | RegardlessOfTheWeather | Easy it is to receive a bright sunny day,
To then say what events could have been prevented.
So easy it is when clouds of yesterday have passed,
To admit a limited point of view...
Could have been broadened if more time one had.
And easy it is to make repeated mistakes,
As long as one knows they will be forgiven.
But many are quick and too easy to offend,
When someone is honest with a truth spoken to them.
And deliberately mentioned regardless of the weather. | weather |
13,881 | MOHAMMADSKATI | SeasonsWeatherForecast | Fallen leaves come in That pretty Fall anywhere and Everywhere... Fallen snows come in That wonderful Winter anywhere and Everywhere... All pretty blossoms come in That great Spring anywhere and Everywhere... All pretty fruits come in That fabulous Summer anywhere and Everywhere... Four different seasons with Four different outcomes... All seasons produce what we need Just to make our life great and Pretty anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... This is the real seasons' weather forecast... _________________________________________________ _____________________ | weather |
13,882 | DorianPetersenPotter | SevereWeatherFreeVerse | The weather has gotten very nasty
And it's causing a lot of heartache.
It's raining dogs and cats!
And tornadoes are leaving just destruction on their wake
The weather conditions are so bad
They're bringing death and making a lot of people sad,
With all the death and disaster they have left just behind
Because of their houses, there's nothing left they can ever find
The severe weather is causing plenty of tornadoes, and floods,
And the wind starts to blow dreadfully, turning the ground below into a chaotic mud.
It's raining dogs and cats!
And tornadoes are leaving just destruction in their wake
Folks might be terrified but they always have a courageous spirit, they are hurting
Right now and in their hearts they are mourning for all they have lost without a warning,
But life continues, some folks will go away, but some come back and start over again,
As life just goes on, rain just stops and the sun will shine again, thru each road and little plain
The weather has gotten very nasty
And it's causing a lot of heartache.
It's raining dogs and cats!
And tornadoes are leaving just destruction on their wake. | weather |
13,883 | GeorgeHunter | SixWeatherHaiku | A beautiful day
Sun’s shining, birds are singing
God’s in his heaven.
Pouring rain today
A good thing to wash away
The sins of the world.
It’s snowing outside
Little white flakes floating down
Blanketing the world.
Snow falling on me
Anesthetizing my pain
Pristine flakes from sky.
High winds are blowing
Papers swirling down the road
Hold onto your hat.
Very dark tonight
It’s the story of my life
There’s no moon at all. | weather |
13,884 | SmokyHoss | SleepyWeather | My dog lay asleep by the window
lost in dreams of drizzle,
I pat her head
and watch the rain descend.
Cold November blows
October forever away,
and here am I, a melancholy warm
sitting with my faithful old friend.
The wind wails
a mournful tune,
a song sung sad
when the sky comes weeping.
The fireplace aglow
holds the heart at home,
as simply contented
I and my old dog, together, lay sleeping. | weather |
13,885 | D├│nallDempsey | SoMuchForTheWeatherForecast | It was raining
in the kitchen.
“Splish...splash! ”
said my footsteps
enjoying themselves
like never before.
It was like
a swamp.
The butter was swimming
in its blue bowl.
The sugar
had dissolved in its.
The bread was
sodden
and was busy losing
a lot of its breadiness.
Little pieces
of shit
lazily floated from
the cat’s litter.
The sink
had half a sink of rain
in it
as well as last night’s dirty dishes.
The kettle with the lid left off
had filled itself twice.
It had never rained
in the kitchen
...before.
The book left open on page 69
was dying.
The mobile phone
looked like it wasn’t
having an exactly
good time.
The stone
that some kids had thrown
sat on the table
like a king on its throne.
The broken skylight
gathered around it
listening like flunkeys
to everything
the stone
had said.
The birthday cake
lay dead.
The ink
on the letter
wept
copiously
ran
away crying.
Respondez s’il vous plait.
It was raining in the kitchen.
“Damn! ”
we both said
in unison
“Damn! ” | weather |
13,886 | ArsiemaBerhane | SomethingAboutTheWeather | Dear sister, you have no idea
About the weather here
The earth is dry
We haven't seen any rain
For the past few years
And hunger is striking.
Looking out through the window
Father is trying to forecast the weather
And he has been saying something
But no one heard what the exact words are
For he's talking to no one, but himself.
Oh! how terrible things are here
The weather is bad, so bad that
I am beginning to believe what father has said.
'This is not weather, but a curse laid upon us.'
23/03/2004 | weather |
13,887 | RoannMendriq | SonshineInStormyWeather | There's an angry rainstorm brewing,
I can feel it in the air;
The pigeons stop their cooing,
to fly out they do not dare.
All the crows have congregated
in the verdant mango tree;
that the seagulls have vacated,
as they fly out to watch the sea.
I sit put inside my alcove,
like a sparrow in her nest;
A ricepearl in a treasure trove,
on a secret singing quest.
And as the rain begins to pelt,
and crash high upon the sea;
I feel my heart begin to melt,
as I sip my cup of tea.
My old white lace curtains billow,
wind-blown sails upon the ships,
Seasprays brine upon my pillow,
blow salty kisses on my lips.
A lightening flash lights up the sky,
like a spotlight in a play;
A thundering roar in prompt reply,
echoes on cue across the bay.
My son climbs into my waiting lap,
His smile keeps me safe and warm;
Under the flannel blanket wrap,
I have my sonshine in the storm! | weather |
13,947 | JamesKennethStephen | AfterTheGoldenWeddingThreeSoliloquies | I. The husband's.
She's not a faultless woman; no!
She's not an angel in disguise:
She has her rivals here below:
She's not an unexampled prize:
She does not always see the point
Of little jests her husband makes:
And, when the world is out of joint,
She makes a hundred small mistakes:
She's not a miracle of tact:
Her temper's not the best I know:
She's got her little faults in fact,
Although I never tell her so.
But this, my wife, is why I hold you
As good a wife as ever stepped,
And why I meant it when I told you
How cordially our feast I kept:
You've lived with me these fifty years,
And all the time you loved me dearly:
I may have given you cause for tears:
I may have acted rather queerly.
I ceased to love you long ago:
I loved another for a season:
As time went on I came to know
Your worth, my wife: and saw the reason
Why such a wife as you have been
Is more than worth the world beside;
You loved me all the time, my Queen;
You couldn't help it if you tried.
You loved me as I once loved you,
As each loved each beside the altar:
And whatsoever I might do,
Your loyal heart could never falter.
And, if you sometimes fail me, sweetest,
And don't appreciate me, dear,
No matter: such defects are meetest
For poor humanity, I fear.
And all's forgiven, all's forgot,
On this our golden wedding day;
For, see! she loves me: does she not?
So let the world e'en go its way.
I'm old and nearly useless now,
Each day a greater weakling proves me:
There's compensation anyhow:
I still possess a wife that loves me.
2. The wife's.
Dear worthy husband! good old man!
Fit hero of a golden marriage:
I'll show towards you, if I can,
And absolutely wifely carriage.
The months or years which your career
May still comprise before you perish,
Shall serve to prove that I, my dear,
Can honour, and obey, and cherish.
Till death us part, as soon he must,
(And you, my dear, should shew the way)
I hope you'll always find me just
The same as on our wedding day.
I never loved you, dearest: never!
Let that be clearly understood:
I thought you good, and rather clever,
And found you really rather good.
And, what was more, I loved another,
But couldn't get him: well, but, then
You're just as bad, my erring brother,
You most impeccable of men:--
Except for this: my love was married
Some weeks before I married you:
While you, my amorous dawdler, tarried
Till we'd been wed a year or two.
You loved me at our wedding: I
Loved some one else: and after that
I never cast a loving eye
On others: you -- well, tit for tat!
But after all I made you cheerful:
Your whims I've humoured: saw the point
Of all your jokes: grew duly tearful,
When you were sad, yet chose the joint
You liked the best of all for dinner,
And soothed you in your hours of woe:
Although a miserable sinner,
I am a good wife, as wives go.
I bore with you and took your side,
And kept my temper all the time:
I never flirted; never cried,
No ranked it as a heinous crime,
When you preferred another lady,
Or used improper words to me,
Or told a story more than shady,
Or snored and snorted after tea,
Or otherwise gave proofs of being
A dull and rather vain old man:
I still succeeded in agreeing
With all you said, (the safest plan),
Yet always strove my point to carry,
And make you do as I desired:
I'm glad my people made me marry!
They hit on just what I required.
Had love been wanted - well, I couldn't
Have given what I'd not to give;
Or had a genius asked me! wouldn't
The man have suffered? now, we live
Among our estimable neighbours
A decent and decorous life:
I've earned by my protracted labours
The title of a model wife.
But when beneath the turf you're sleeping,
And I'm sitting here in black,
Engaged, as they'll suppose, in weeping,
I shall not wish to have you back.
3. The Vicar's.
A good old couple! kind and wise!
And oh! what love for one another!
They've won, those two, life's highest prize,
Oh! let us copy them, my brother. | wedding |
13,948 | ThomasHardy | AtAHastyWedding | If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire. | wedding |