Pools of Water
As I
stepped into
opaque pools
of water
a soft hand
beckoned me
come and
enjoy the
flow
as gentle warm
waters
splashed around
my ankles
I was stirred by
their energies
captivated by
their movement
as we began to
swim
strong arms
enciccled me
I was held
breathless
carried into
seventh heaven
never having
been there
before
and as I gazed
into
crystal pools
they told me
everything
I ever wanted
to know.
poem by Heather Burns
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Crystal Pools
As I gazed into large
glowing eyes
clear as crystal
shining like diamonds.
I was caught off guard
my protective shield
was down
for a time I was lost
in their beauty
swallowed up in the
moment.
Opaque pools of water
inticed me
I wanted to wade in
feel splashing
around my ankles.
Get wet, be taught to
swim in those waters
know all of their
mysteries
become familiar with
them.
We stood in silence
not a word was uttered
I understood, they
understood.
I had been caught in
their clutch
my guard is up now
my shield has been
repaired.
crystal pools only
happen
once in a life time.
poem by Heather Burns
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My Fairy Man (Somewhere In Fantsayland)
Welcome my fairy man,
To my safe haven, my
fairy land.
Waited a long time,
for this day,
Thought you'd never,
look this way.
Pools of crystal all
aglow,
Opaque waters gently
flow.
Lighting a fire in the
night,
The flame burns with
delight.
Nestled in your fairy
arms,
safely in your loving
charms.
In the meadow, green
and deep,
Finally, I can fall
asleep.
poem by Heather Burns
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Over And Over Again
Sitting under a
weeping willow
wind rustling
in the leaves
they began
whispering a
name
over and over
again.
Reaching in the
shadows
grasping for
your hand
tiny pools
so near, almost
touching
yet suddenly
jerked away
In the distance
my shadow
approaching
now walking
beside me
vague memories
linger.
Looking out over
the water
clouds gather
moisture
rain-drops create
tiny pools
reflections of
your handsome
face appear.
poem by Heather Burns
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Strokes Style Rhythmic Powered Recovery
learn to swim through severe health problems
water helps support body strengthen mind needs
to swim through challenges our abilities pools
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hypnotic Trance Inescapable
When I told myself
That your mouth was cruel
And could only utter
Insults and lies,
I was determined to hate you
And be through with you
In my tattered life;
But when I saw you smile,
I could only cry
To be in the same room with you
And your perfume of delicate charms.
When I knew your eyes
Gazed in every direction but mine
And could only see me
In relation to miniscule things,
I told myself neither would I notice you
As I walked the same streets
Of our mutual city,
But I found your dark eyes everywhere
Penetrating to my spiritual core,
I wanted nothing more from existence
Than to swim in those dark pools.
When I saw your white-gloved hand
Tossing me keys to bring your car
With impatient demands
But never compassionately grasping mine,
I thought you should be in the grave
With my hands shoveling the dirt;
But when you wear your evening dress
And lift a wineglass slowly to your tender mouth
As starlight sparkles in your eyes,
I know I’m doomed
To every moment fall in love with you
In a hypnotic trance inescapable.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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At Sea
Three are emerald pools in the sea,
And wing-like flashes of light;
The sea is bound with the heavens
In a large delight.
Night comes out of the east
And rushes down on the sun;
The emerald pools and the light pools
Are darkened and done.
Our boat dips and cleaves onward,
Careless of night or of light,
Following the line of her compass
By her engines' might.
Through the desert of air and of water;
Like the lonely soul of man,
Following her fate to the ending,
Unaware of the hidden plan.
Sure only of battle and longing,
Of the pain and the quest,
And beyond in the darkness somewhere
Sure of her rest.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Skeletons by Talile Ali
she laid beside me all warm and soft
saying so much without speaking
i wondered how i was enchanted by her
i can't remember thinking
about anything special at the time
except that her eyes were sparkling
was it the flourescent lighting in the room
or the sun simply reflecting
like warm pools of water on a bright summers day
i was pulled into some mystical giving
i had to be there in that way
sharing tuna fish like communion
we danced with words on iridology
the science mastered by kings
i held her deep inside my mind
as if a wedding ring
no flesh or bone remained for me
basking in the full sun's light...shards upon a beach
skeletons
Copyright © 2009
poem by Talile Ali
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Seventh Heaven
Ive been to places where the sun goes down
Each day and never rises
Ive been to places in a dark room
Where we played with our disguises
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
It was a dream, I heard a voice
I put it down to wishful thinking
It was a dream, a silent scream
Out of the blue, a new beginning
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
And then I fell upon a stroke of luck
That led to my good fortune
And then I fell upon my knees
And gently kissed the ground you walk on
Heaven, Im in heaven
Im in seventh heaven now
Seventh heaven
song performed by by Deep Purple
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One Perfect Rose
A single flower she dropped when we met
and in her hands she held a pipe, a water hose
that splashed me by accident quiet wet
while at my feet lay a perfect rose.
I wanted to take her for a spin on my motorbike,
to experience the sun and wind in a special way,
wanted to give her a present that she would like
but she giggled and with a garden hose began to play
and like little children we ran up and down
laughing and having fun
and never such exuberance I have known
from the time that my dating had begun
and later when I returned her rose her eyes did propose
a tender embrace, maybe a kiss and I held her close.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Water can sustain life (but not for him)
Water can sustain life, , but not for him,
Water took his life, he never learned to swim;
Too many children, too many early deaths,
Water claimed their souls and dying breaths.
A fraction of a second, is all it takes,
Pools, canals and man-made lakes.
The greatest loss, is to the very young,
Their songs are finished, and left unsung,
Water refreshes the body no more,
The spark of life has exited the final door.
Water can sustain life, but not your daughters,
There is no such thing as 'our safe waters.'
The greatest loss, is unfinished growing,
The biggest loss, is always knowing,
Knowing your boy or girl is dead,
Wishing it were you instead.
poem by David Lessard
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Blue (Love Poem)
The smiling eyes like deep blue pools of love,
Delicious drowning feeling every call I make,
A flash of our seventh heaven lunch in Wien.
The lovely feeling of you nestling in my pocket,
Forever with me, good vibrations, but apart,
This lonely traveller is sleeping with you now.
Ten thousand miles, so far but yet so near,
Another week before my blue turns bright,
In your “Hi, good morning” arms again.
poem by Ian Beckett
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The Crystal River
Slowly, slowly, slowly the crystal river flow,
Moving down the slope of rocks below.
The water were warm since harmattan's due
And frogs croak as they usually do.
But the river has something we never knew:
Deep down, it can make sick ones anew.
Because, there resides the sea-kind and his queen;
To enlarge their empire they were keen
And once they mated and had a son,
But the son offended the sun.
Heaven became angry, including the moon
The river started drying up too soon.
So our crystal river ceased to flow
And relocated to somewhere we'll never know.
And up and down the people go
Searching where the crystal river used to flow
Down the slope of rocks below,
Where now littl little grasses do grow.
poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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A Compilation of Memories
Newspapers are wet
on the cold cement
in bits and pieces
they speak from under my shoes
the ink
flows into the gutter
swimming with the rain
and captured industrial smells
I love this city.
The light from storefronts
seeps out
from the windows and doors
trying to warm
the streets
spills over onto the sidewalk
makes puddles and pools
one with the water
I love this city.
The wind sings
as it blows
the cold on our faces
ice does what it is told
it hurts
and then loves
embraces us in its strong arms
but we already are free
I love this city.
The rust on the fence
smiles at me
as i silently pass by
on my way across the world
the map
in my shaking hands
is wet and smeared
but i can find my way and the rust is happy.
I love this city.
The sun comes out
slowly like she is afraid
but no one will hurt her
she is their hearts
my feet
are tired
the city’s sorrows found them
and told them how it feels
to let it all fade and die.
poem by L'Angley S Delmonte
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When Fishermen Cast Rods
Too few do boots in pools,
And swim.
Many might cause ripples,
Crossing streams with them.
When fishermen cast rods,
In ponds where ducks quack...
Bears passing through,
Stop their scratching to stare.
After napping on snacks...
Carried,
In large paper sacks
Carefully prepared!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chocolate Carbonara
Oh how I wish that you would walk
away.
And how I wish that you would go
and leave me.
'Coz I love the way that you are
but I know you have to go far,
go far away.
You took me out of insanity
and held my hand through my toughest days.
You touched my heart so tenderly
I was captivated by the words you said.
So I started making you this poem
to say the recipe of my love-so-strong.
Simmer pasta until soft and tender
over the scorching heat of my romance.
Off the stove and into the sink
cooled by the water of my sweet glance.
Pour that gentle cream of love,
sprinkle chocolate on top.
I won 't take a bite
if my heart desires.
I 've got to wait
for my chocolate carbonara.
Now how I wish that you will stay
here with me.
And how I wish that you would be
here with me.
'Coz I love the way that you are,
I will show you you don 't have to go far,
go far away.
Your mesmerizing eyes
and that shine with every smile you wear.
When you lean on my shoulder,
it makes me feel that I 'm Superman.
So I started making you this poem
to say the recipe of my love-so-strong.
Simmer pasta until soft and tender
over the scorching heat of my romance.
Off the stove and into the sink
cooled by the water of my sweet glance.
Pour that gentle cream of love,
sprinkle chocolate on top.
I won 't take a bite
if my heart desires.
I 've got to wait
for my chocolate carbonara.
poem by Jr. Alcedo Peter
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A Child's Laughter
ALL the bells of heaven may ring,
All the birds of heaven may sing,
All the wells on earth may spring,
All the winds on earth may bring
All sweet sounds together---
Sweeter far than all things heard,
Hand of harper, tone of bird,
Sound of woods at sundawn stirred,
Welling water's winsome word,
Wind in warm wan weather,
One thing yet there is, that none
Hearing ere its chime be done
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun,
Hoped in heaven hereafter;
Soft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very light
Heard from morning's rosiest height,
When the soul of all delight
Fills a child's clear laughter.
Golden bells of welcome rolled
Never forth such notes, nor told
Hours so blithe in tones so bold,
As the radiant mouth of gold
Here that rings forth heaven.
If the golden-crested wren
Were a nightingale---why, then,
Something seen and heard of men
Might be half as sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Arms Of Mine
They have always been here to hold you,
As they have and will till the end of time
And they will die to defend and protect you
They are; these arms of mine.
Though other Men arms are stronger
That have held you and protected you before,
But my arms, have always been there for you
As they have today, and will forever more.
When you have been in tears, you they held
When you needed help, they were there for you
When you were in trouble, your load they carried
Whatever you needed, for you they would do.
Though other arms have held you once before
Arms, that would give you a smile from a frown
Arms that were there, for your love and care
But mine would pick you up; when you are down.
Though they are flawed and not that strong
And they are here, for just one lifetime
Though others might laugh, when their eyes they past
But for you they're always here; These Arms Of Mine.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Goldfish told the Water Stream…
Goldfish told the water stream:
You always move downstream!
Don’t you have a dream in life?
To achieve higher realms
Look at me i always swim
Across against all streams!
Water smiled responded not
Playfully splashed its hands
Jackson on board got wetted
Startled pulled out his hand!
Up at the end of fishing rod
Faintly died out a moan
Deep down in the distant sea
A shark silently mourned…
30th October 2009
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Fish with no tail
as i gaze out of nature... i have seen a fish without a tail
impossible but its true, first things came up to my mind
is, ask whether its worth to give time to remember all
the scene or perhaps, just a memories of a simple
goodbye
as the fish swim, deep beneath the crystal blue water, i
couldn't remember the minutes, the hours past, nay i felt
that i haven't taken my meal, it seems all are just a blink
of a second in my eyes
it keeps on bubbling, even in a thousands seconds it
stay in the water, until i notice that the fish fail to surface
beneath the running water, for the absence of the tail
the body is nothing
all is just a mirror of a fish that, every movement of the
body, the twist of the tail has to follow, its a paradox to
believe that we see the tail of other fish, nay never we
saw that we don't have tail of our own
like the fish it swim, with no direction, only an inspiration
that we can do, yet as it goes there we go, tail that swim
in the water stream with no affection of what to do
now i see, how to swim, in water, lou! where i may go...in
the world of stream when everybody is frame......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Rivers Of Life
As tiny streams begin to flow, into larger rivers they shall grow.
Tiny streams of gentle peace, of waters that seem not to cease.
But as the rivers begin to grow, the deeper waters begin to flow.
In these deeper waters cease, the gentle flow of endless peace.
These rivers then snake the land, guided by God’s mighty hand.
And each and every river flows, as God directs the way it goes.
We too are guided by God’s hand, as we journey upon this land.
And God directs how life goes, gently guiding wherever it flows.
Coursing through all of our life, there are rivers filled with strife.
But in a river filled with grief, there are currents of gentle relief.
All the temporal rivers of strife, flow to an ocean of Eternal Life.
Where we’ll find eternal relief, from the turbulent waters of grief.
All the waters we pass through, God beforehand always knew.
And He will be right at your side, even when in the deepest tide.
This He told us so we knew, deeper waters He’d see us through.
So when we’re in a rough tide, God will see us to the other side.
The troubled waters that we see, will all end one day in Eternity.
The ending of this troubled life, is the Hope for all in Jesus Christ.
As we enter the peace of Eternity, when His Blessed face we see.
So believe today in Jesus Christ, and you will inherit Eternal Life.
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