An Image So Complete
A waterfall becomes one continuous flow,
Tumbling down the hillside, to rocks below,
Sending up a spray of such luminous mist,
Showering the whole of nature, which is kissed
By droplets of jewels, each one sparkling bright,
Resting on leafy branches, such a sight.
Watching this beauty, it can cast a spell,
And keep you mesmerized, if on it you dwell,
For with such power, it cascades with endless might,
Sweet water gushing, in its unceasing flight.
A spectacle, a vision, an image so complete,
Connected to a rainbow where its waters meet.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Waterfall
Transfixed by the splendours picturesque,
Stuck dumb in amazement, statuesque...
Moistened by droplets, I stood and I stared,
Surveying the spectacle Jesus had shared...
Perpetual motion, Christ’s cycle of life...
The prayer that God answered to help Man survive...
Refreshed in the dropp zone, eyes cleansed in God's shower -
Absorbing the Cosmos, its patterns of power,
Its grace and its grandeur compressed to this scene -
The waterfall foaming, now oxygen-clean...
A radiant rainbow shines jewels in the sun,
Its arc full of colours so expertly spun.
Great rocks rest resplendent, transcended by love...
To God be the glory, the Creator above...
I entered the water, in reverence to Christ -
Alone, mid the fulness, forgiven, baptised...
New life bubbling over, my spirit reborn,
Embracing the Saviour the world chose to scorn...
Thrice-blessed, bathed in beauty, prophetic, divine...
Now bonded forever, Lord Jesus is mine!
poem by Denis Martindale
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A Rainbow Is...
A Rainbow Is
A Rainbow is
Undeniably a natural beauty,
Appearing at times mysteriously.
Seven colors of grandeur rare,
As the sun touches droplets in the air.
From earth’s showers or waterfall spray,
Opposite the sun… appearing in the day.
A Rainbow is
Arrayed brilliantly in colors glow,
Canvassed in the sky as a beauty bow.
Red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue,
Violet and others hidden from our view.
A Masterpiece! A sign of mercy we know,
This and more is seen in the Rainbow.
A Rainbow is…
Radiant!
Amazing!
Indescribable!
Natural!
Beautiful!
Observably
Wonderful!
Not reproducible by mortal man,
But, created by the Maker’s hands.
More than treasure or pots of gold,
All this and more is the Rainbow.
poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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Poem about Poetry - Writing poetry for poetry's sake
does the waterfall fall
because it wants to be heard, seen?
does the mighty river flow
because it wants to be admired, painted?
does the rainbow arc over the sky
because it wants to listen to a love wish made in its name?
does the moon shine because it wants to be written an ode?
no, no, none cares for even an echo of a response from the world.
so should poet, shouldnt he?
poetry, yes poetry,
should run through him
like the river that pours out to sea
the water that cascades down the waterfall
the rainbow that colours the sky
the moon that subtly crowns, lights up night
without those ego/desire attachments
where buddha appends all human sufferings
real poetry runs from that part of our soul, world
that is a part of everybody's world
like the river, waterfall, rainbow and moon
admiration, if any, goes back to nature
where the poets belong
real poets as homo sapiens dont crave for them.
they are not instruments made for such low ideals
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Encounter drop
mixed feeling
crush the emotional
distressed
with a resting
pebble of diamond jewels
of style hoping
that every inch
of failure the day
is over
Dear like
a lasting rainbow
of the clouds, where
nothing left
but a hope that beautiful
dream will
render echo of
loving perfume smell
of happiness
lead me where
you begin and touch
the resting
soul of beauty and the oasis
of the droplets moist
haul the sweet memories
I leave
find and step forward
my Darling...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Rainbow's Curtain's
Your beautiful curtains flowing
Along the rains edge,
Creates a lengthy rainbow
Across the world's seas.
Bellowing out flames of mist
Into the deep blue waters.
Rubbing these encrusted rocks
Of the hills side.
These raining curtains
Absorbs pure beauty,
Seen in the flourished rainbow
That boldly stretches
This world's sky.
Oh waterfall of love
Show me what hides
Behind your hazy eyes.
poem by Chris Cariad
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Niagara Falls
Ravishing grace with paradise on earth
Beauty sprinkles everywhere in Niagara’s Edge
Attractive Skylon Tower and Rainbow bridge
Water bubbles looks like magic Balls
“Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls
Voluminous water with boating
I’m afraid with white foamy flow,
Mighty heartbeat wind that blows,
The beauty I feel, is in no way olden
Mysterious rainbow is golden,
OMG, how my heart is stolen!
Joyful fireworks on the sky with velocity
Little children’s are watching with curiosity
Extremely heavenly joy and pleasure
It makes me wonder that I want to share
Loving couple watching the falls with love
The fall reflects the beauty of our life together
poem by Rajan Thapaliya
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May This Be Love
(jimi hendrix)
Waterfall
Nothing can go wrong
Nothing can go wrong
My sweet waterfall
When I go
When I go down deep
I want you here with me
My sweet waterfall
I can see
A rainbow calling me
Through your mystery
My sweet waterfall
Waterfall
For a million day
Fall with me for a million days
My sweet waterfall
Waterfall
Nothing can go wrong
Nothing can go wrong
My sweet waterfall
Nothing can go wrong
My sweet waterfall
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Soft Spray
As gravity pulls river water down
A huge explosion of sound reverberates
And I feel the falling of the water
As if I was a part of the river
As the water glides over the high cliff
I strain to listen to ev'ry sound made
Expecting some profound revelation
To hear the words of God in the water
As the waterfall plunges to the earth
Releasing a soft spray that kisses me
I listen to the din of the water
Hoping to hear the lessons of nature
As I stand here listening to the roar
Of the waterfall moving before me
I also hear the peace surrounding me
Easing the chaos that torments my soul
As the soft spray kisses me, I simply
Relax and enjoy the calm of nature.
poem by Nate Flying Owl
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A Coloured Print by Shokei
It winds along the face of a cliff
This path which I long to explore,
And over it dashes a waterfall,
And the air is full of the roar
And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep
In a silver torrent over some steep.
It clears the path with a mighty bound
And tumbles below and away,
And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks
Are wet with its jewelled spray;
The air is misty and heavy with sound,
And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.
Oh! The dampness is very good to smell,
And the path is soft to tread,
And beyond the fall it winds up and on,
While little streamlets thread
Their own meandering way down the hill
Each singing its own little song, until
I forget that 't is only a pictured path,
And I hear the water and wind,
And look through the mist, and strain my eyes
To see what there is behind;
For it must lead to a happy land,
This little path by a waterfall spanned.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour
HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;
But studious only to remove from sight
Day's mutable distinctions.--Ancient Power!
Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower,
To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest
Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest
On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower
Looked ere his eyes were closed. By him was seen
The self-same Vision which we now behold;
At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought forth
These mighty barriers, and the gulf between;
The flood, the stars,--a spectacle as old
As the beginning of the heavens and earth!
poem by William Wordsworth
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Memory
Brightly the sun of summer shone,
Green fields and waving woods upon,
And soft winds wandered by;
Above, a sky of purest blue,
Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue,
Allured the gazer's eye.
But what were all these charms to me,
When one sweet breath of memory
Came gently wafting by?
I closed my eyes against the day,
And called my willing soul away,
From earth, and air, and sky;
That I might simply fancy there
One little flower - a primrose fair,
Just opening into sight;
As in the days of infancy,
An opening primrose seemed to me
A source of strange delight.
Sweet Memory! ever smile on me;
Nature's chief beauties spring from thee,
Oh, still thy tribute bring!
Still make the golden crocus shine
Among the flowers the most divine,
The glory of the spring.
Still in the wall-flower's fragrance dwell;
And hover round the slight blue bell,
My childhood's darling flower.
Smile on the little daisy still,
The buttercup's bright goblet fill
With all thy former power.
For ever hang thy dreamy spell
Round mountain star and heather bell,
And do not pass away
From sparkling frost, or wreathed snow,
And whisper when the wild winds blow,
Or rippling waters play.
Is childhood, then, so all divine?
Or Memory, is the glory thine,
That haloes thus the past?
Not all divine; its pangs of grief,
(Although, perchance, their stay be brief,)
Are bitter while they last.
Nor is the glory all thine own,
For on our earliest joys alone
That holy light is cast.
With such a ray, no spell of thine
Can make our later pleasures shine,
Though long ago they passed.
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Green-Water Stream
To reach the Yellow-Flowered River
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain
But the way there can’t be many miles.
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.
Gently green floating water-plants.
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.
Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.
poem by Wang Wei
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The Lake, The Fountain
by the lake so still so calm
sky-blue cloud-white
more sky than water this autumn day
the air so still above
there a tree leans over the water
as if in thanks
and here a gathering of stones
awaits the offhand lapping of the wavelets
bringing out the many colours of the stones
that remember mountains edging the horizon
with light and shadow through the day
over there a fountain plashes over worn carved stone
fed by a mountain waterfall wild fountain tamed
throwing up a million new-mined diamonds
droplets sparkling like a chandelier
the sun catches turning air and water
into unceasing dance of somehow joy
the still lake the dancing fountain
telling with water two stories
stillness in joy
joy in stillness
as two white-robed nuns who whisper laughing
laughing whisper
in the cool of the evening
beside the fountain
before prayer
and holy silence
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Bareipani Waterfall Vavroovahana Patra
Bareipani waterfall looks beautiful;
Mind is delightful.
Second largest waterfall of India In Odisha entices tourists daily;
In Abhayaranya the waterfall lures poets, writers gaudily.
Tourists behold the beauty from a distance;
The wondrous spectacle provides pleasure, appreciate God’s creation desire it is bliss.
Bareipani flows naturally;
Poet enjoys the beauty enthusiastically.
Wondrous waterfall provides pleasure;
Melodious Beauty plays in the lap of Nature.
Beauteous is the high mountain;
Tourist’s mind enthuses beholding the fountain.
Poet beholds the beauty amazingly;
Mind remains in the world of peace gleefully.
Abhayaranya is wondrous;
Allures tourists, with pleasure.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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End Of A Rainbow
I have found a rainbow
And the end is in sight
I have found the bottom
Of a giant rainbow
Many colors spray all around
I go through the mist
Feeling what a rainbow
Actually feels like
The colors are in order
A perfect array of them
I’m so pleased and honored
To have found such a rainbow
I look around for the pot
Where the gold is supposed to be
But it’s nowhere to be seen
Ah, the tale isn’t true
But I did find something exquisite
Something very very rare
I found the end of a rainbow
A place so elegant and special
poem by Russell Sivey
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The Perfect Picnic
a silvery dropp
on a trembling leaf
a soaring eagle
along a reef,
a budding rose
in perfection sweet
nature has cast a spell again
the darkening clouds
that speak of rain,
peacocks that want
to dance again,
the nuzzling calf
the startled deer,
The silvery web
so finely sheer,
my face buried in the green green grass
nature has cast its spell again
the winding brook
of melody sweet
the crunching sounds of happy feet
the smells of food
and sounds of play
minds at rest from work today
nature has cast its spell again
poem by Arti Chopra
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Jahan's Special Place
The water splashes round you
You balance on your heal
A half a smile upon your face
How does the water feel?
Your clothes are cream and comfortable
Your form blends with the spray
I see your hem is dampened
Will it dry soon on this day?
You shared with us your river
And the memories it finds
Your prose made waters flow right through
The image in my mind.
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poem by Stevie Taite
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Beauty on a Winters Night
On a crispy winters night
hazy mist obstructs my sight
The biting frost tingles my toes
A scent of sweet perfume was lingering close
Gentle footsteps I began to hear
The thickened mist started to clear
Then like an angel sent down from heaven
Her radiance already began to beckon
As she got closer I could only describe
The most beautiful image to meet my eye
Glittering lips that tint with glow
A fair complexion as white as snow
A radiant shine her warm rosy cheeks
My heart starts pounding as our eyes meet
Caring bright eyes full emotion
Starry and blue as deep as the ocean
Silky hair, sculptured cheek bone
She walked with a style all of her own
A desirable beauty a treasured sight
That stole my heart and walked into the night
poem by Nic Hillen
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Namaqualand And The Atlantic 10.2.2008
Sunday 28 September 2008
……………….Namaqualand’s Beautiful Town Springbok
Springbok is the brightest crystal and
sparkling diamonds shining in pristine
beauty, blue skies and green emeralds,
punctuated by dollops of golden-yellow
and orange flowers, framed by dappled
rocks and sun-kissed hillocks; I’ve lost
my heart to Springbok
enclosed within the sweet embrace of
Namaqualand’s brightest flowers, a playful
breeze welcoming us with velvet touches;
driving into fields of green, the beauty of the
scene – brightest purple explosions amongst
sun-coloured flowers, a kaleidoscope of sensual
delight, mountain ridges representing
colours in cymatics, illustrating the melodies
created by colourful harmonies of chromatic
colours – a sapphire sky stretched over lime-
green gorse, rugged mountain edges, a musical
composition of delicious colour themes; then
all becoming a patterned carpet in shades of
green and luminous cream…
A tapestry landscape in purple and yellow, flowers
become a smile and laughter in the landscape,
without flowers the land looks serious, austere,
add the giggles of giddy yellow, the twittering of
miniature pinks, purple splashes of full-throated
laughter, and the land starts smiling, welcoming
us….
Wednesday 1 October 2008
…………….Watching the Atlantic
Watching the white foam of the bridal sea, the
rolling cloak of a magical maid, sparkling with
diamonds afar, the hem of her seawater dress
marked by mocha and cream, framed by wet
rocks glistening in golden sun
I’m sitting here looking upon nature’s mystery,
the bride herself is nowhere to be seen, only
waves of cloth undulating and breaking cease-
lessly, only the voice of the bridegroom is heard
in the low baritone and -
Wooden bass of the rolling and breaking waves,
the bride’s voice is quiet, her laughter is caught
in the giddy giggles of yellow flowers adorning
the land, her shy expectation is depicted in blue
flowers interspersed between
Orange and purple daisies and blossoms in pink,
the guests are all ranged upon white cottonwool
clouds drifting about in a blue, luminous sky, the
preparations for a celestial feast are complete,
I’m dreaming, the feast
Will begin…
poem by Margaret Alice
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I See Rainbows
Its getting cold around here, people are living in fear,
Whether its a country or an island.
Frighten of death, holding our breath
While our souls cry out.
I dont wanna be mugged by some mother,
I dont wanna be shot for ten dollar.
And whats this talk about limited holocaust?
Have a heart, I dont even want my roof to leak.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I dont wanna be part of terrorists,
I dont wanna be one of survivalists.
This is our world and its beautiful,
I wanna survive, survive, survive, survive together.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow love.
I see rainbows, I see tomorrow,
I see us sending rainbow thoughts.
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow thoughts,
Rainbow love, rainbow.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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