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Water-time
Trickles down the palm
Chasms, several

haiku by Indira Babbellapati (26 August 2011)
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It All Trickles Down

Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
My day was rough, dont care about yours.
I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
A goose to cook, a job that im
Well qualified to do.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Would be the one, would be the tea on toast.
Would be the son, would be the holy ghost.
If this is not believable
Then youve just had one too few.
Would be the mad jack to your queen of spades.
A little mac in your burger trade.
One dead-cert consequence --
It all trickles down to you.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Answer To Her Letter

sorry
for not having answered your letter in understandable prose
as it will be hard for me to do so
i am trained
to think
in a language that must not be easily understood

this poetry
of stone
and trickles of rain
that must be hard, and stoic, and solid
and yet
must in time
be fluid
to an adversity

patience
trickles like drops of water from a high stone inside a cave
to meet
its destiny
down the river underneath the trees and rocks

what do you see?
you will see nothing except some words that meet you
hiding in their own meanings

some words are better seen
but must not be said
in utterances
the words die their own deaths

the meanings dissolve
in their very structures
like ice melting
water turning into vapor
and then
gone

you try to hold on to mist
you breathe
you live only in the memory

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Trickles

It trickles
It trickles
It trickles red
This night

How weary
The light
This night

How still
How still
And red
The night.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Heart turn to Tilapia

Joh gave Mou small
roasted tilapia fish
Small as it’s
Mou rejected tilapia in greed
And threw it in to river
fat and savoury soaked Mou palm
Mou looked and smelled his palm
He licked his palm
‘’why you throw fish away
And you lick your hand’’
Joh asked
‘’I am not licking but washing ‘’
‘’why don’t you use water’’
‘’my tongue can clean better than water’’
Mou said
What irony

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Down To The Water

Written by dewey bunnell, 1977
Found on harbor.
The waves come in
Crash on the shoreline
Salty water, dont you know
Its yours, yours and mine
So grab your girl
And dont go wastin time
And lets go down to the water tonight
White capped clouds
Dance in the sunlight
Purple fishes watch
And show you some of their delight
The weathers fine
And everythings all right
So lets go down to the water tonight
Lets go down to the water tonight
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, down to the water
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, down to the water
Down to the water
Island music
Sways with a palm tree
Friends of mine lay back
And talk of times that werent so free
So lets have fun
And that means you and me
And lets go down to the water tonight
Lets go down to the water tonight.
Down, down, down to the water
Down, down, down to the water
Down, down, down to the water
Down, down, down to the water
Down, down, down to the water
Down, down, down to the water ...

song performed by by America
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Carry Me Away

I called you up today to bridge my sorrow
Carry me over the line to you
How long will it take to reach tomorrow
Seems like a whole lot of time
Just these thoughts to pull me through
I see blue carpet and cold moonlight settled in
Voices whisper doubts of how I should have been
I feel like Im over the water
But Im caught in the tide
Tell are you calling for me
Does this come deep from inside
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
The sound slowly fades and trickles away from the sea
Its only the windows and i
They hear my dream
Im walking a distance I feel Ive been running for miles
Happy times dont last long
I finally got that its too late to smile
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Into your mind

song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Think Trickles

if u think in trickles
it will just be trickles

thoughts trickling like
a trick
the mind tricks itself
on the trick of
the trickles

think about a rush of
the waters of the rain

think about a mountain
a river
an ocean

think about how wide
can this space be
how high can the sky be
how deep
can this earth be

think about you as a
speck of dust
on this universal hollowness

all things trying to fill
up this vast emptiness

to no avail,
think about you as another
insignificant atom
vibrating in random
with the rest
of this molecular world
always in flux
changing and shifting
and moving

now, u r as humble
as the leaf about to fall
from a twig

now you are as
weak as a fading sun
as gentle as the
waning moon

as silent as the star
about to die

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Change the world with turning the palm

Change the world with turning the palm
Turning upside
Turning downside
Changing the world is not as hard as you think
Turning outside
Turning inside
Changing the world could be as easy as turning palm
Palm is opened
Palm is closed
Clap! Clap! Clap! The astonishing sound heard
Palm is hailed
Palm is hugged
When all people do it together
Yes, we can make a different

Change the world with turning the palm
Hide away smile
Erase away tears
Changing the world with a slight change of mind
The fate is cast
The fate unknown
Changing the world by turning others opinion
Palm is embracing
Palm is praying
Crack! Crack! Crack! A flicker of hope seen
Palm is waved
Palm is offered
When all people do it sincerely
Yes, we can change the world

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In The Palm Of Your Hand

In the palm of your hand
you hold my heart.
Cradle it gently, my love
so it will never fall apart.

In the palm of your hand
you hold my love.
Carress it tenderly forever
and always place it above
everything that you touch.

Hold my hand
in the palm of your hand
so that I may always feel
that the sifting grains of sand
in the hourglass of time
will never be able to steal
these precious moments away.
Let them be able to stay
always in the palm of your hand.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Feast No Longer On Heartbreak Or Loss

I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,

Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,

Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,

Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last

I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,

Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,

Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,

Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last

I sit on the waters edge trying to catch a cool breeze,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
The waters edge place to reflect,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,

Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
Thoughts and experiences from the past come and go,
With each breath I take, I try too escape
While the hot sun ours down on my heart,

Determined to feast no longer on heartbreak and loss,
The quiet moments at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Life I held so dear, is past now,
Sour taste is my heart is gone,

Quiet moments now at the waters edge,
Reflecting, dreaming, as the water trickles past my toes,
Are like the taste of sweet earth,
While the hot sun pours down on my heart,
A cool breeze flows over my heart, telling me,
Feast more on a simple life more filling than the last

poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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Dont Let Go

Words and music: mike reno, brian macleod
Does anybody out there
Ever want to stand up
And shout it out
Tired of going nowhere fast
Gotta turn your world about
You know you have to keep on tryin
Cause sooner or later
You get what you want
Show em what youre made of
Ohh, its just a matter of time
So tell me can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Aint it funny how the gross looks greener
On the other side of town
Dont you ever get tired of feelin
Like the whole world is bringing you down
Nows the time to get things movin
Follow what youre feelin
Prove that you can do it
Show what you believe in
Ohh, its just a matter of time
Tell me, can you feel if
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Tell me, can you feel if
Con you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
I know where you con get it
If anybody wants if
I know if made you feel so right
All you gotta do is stand up and be counted
Show me that youre out there tonight
Can you feel it
Can you touch if
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Come on
Can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Dont let go
Tell me, can you feel it
Can you touch it
If you feel it in the palm of your hand
Baby, dont let go
Dont let go
Dont let go
Dont let go
If you feel it in the palm of your hand

song performed by by Loverboy
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A homeless whisper

Teeth stammering an outstreched hand
It’s the hand of the night the palm so lineless blue
A discourse patterned upon the hooks
Form sky to sky stretching
Remember the time when the night simply pushed me away
Fell down in a homeless whisper amberless flame burning
Verse dived I plunged no pebble no water
Could contain the drop
Endlessly down depths vacuum called
‘The stars are down here’
They shine equally proud of their sky mirrored friends
Shattered in a moon reflection
Knew I went too far
Merely a miracle taken performed
That I ever managed to come back
But here I am to sing
The palm of the hand and the lineless night
The fears burned down within the urns of the past
The plunge the pebble and the water
Sing them all and much much more
To be a dreamed of heaven to a cloud

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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When Snow Melts

When the hot winds blow and trees beep,
The snow clad peaks melt as if they weep,
The icy water trickles, falls gushing down,
From the rocks crimson, grey and brown,
It merges, mixes, flows through the streams,
Passes through the plains fulfilling dreams,
Water then converges itself into an ocean,
Whereupon remain trade-ships in motion
Armadas move, linger to settle the clashes
Launching missiles with smoke and flashes.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Fast Enough For You

If time were only part of the equation
Then you could draw the boundries of our cage
You wouldnt pile another stone upon me
And Id be happy just to watch you age
But everything is in its own dominion
And waiting in the shallows as I do
Appeases me as water slowly trickles out
Which isnt nearly fast enough for you
It isnt nearly fast enough for you
It isnt nearly fast enough for you
Its what I was afraid of
I stumble into view
But it isnt nearly fast enough for you
It isnt nearly fast enough for you

song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Palm-Tree

Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?

A ship whose keel is of palm beneath,
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.

Branches of palm are its spars and rails,
Fibres of palm are its woven sails,
And the rope is of palm that idly trails!

What does the good ship bear so well?
The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,
And the milky sap of its inner cell.

What are its jars, so smooth and fine,
But hollowed nuts, filled with oil and wine,
And the cabbage that ripens under the Line?

Who smokes his nargileh, cool and calm?
The master, whose cunning and skill could charm
Cargo and ship from the bounteous palm.

In the cabin he sits on a palm-mat soft,
From a beaker of palm his drink is quaffed,
And a palm-thatch shields from the sun aloft!

His dress is woven of palmy strands,
And he holds a palm-leaf scroll in his hands,
Traced with the Prophet's wise commands!

The turban folded about his head
Was daintily wrought of the palm-leaf braid,
And the fan that cools him of palm was made.

Of threads of palm was the carpet spun
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!

To him the palm is a gift divine,
Wherein all uses of man combine,--
House, and raiment, and food, and wine!

And, in the hour of his great release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.

'Allah il Allah!' he sings his psalm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;
'Thanks to Allah who gives the palm!'

poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Shanghai Jar

Standing in a Shanghai Jar
water trickles down my nose
debris falls upon my head
mud builds up around my toes.

My clothes are sodden, caked with mould,
water splashes round my knees.
The air is misty damp and cold,
I cough and splutter, wheeze and sneeze.

What am I doing in this zone
holed up in this dreadful pot?
This is my own my very own
though why or how I have forgot.

Outside, the sun spins through the heavens.
The stars, like gold dust, fill up space.
The cosmic wind slides through the void.
Somewhere, out there, my own true face?

poem by Brian Taylor
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In The Sands

in the sands of time
passion trickles slowly
until
the break of day

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Need Water

Scorching hot summer’s day
Devastation struck on our holiday.
Water, water running out
No more water left about.
Where is water?
What to do?
Stressing, thirsty, hungry too.
Need a shower!
Need a drink!
But there is no time to think.
Running, running to the store
“No more water” written on the door.
I need water, but there’s none,
Definitely not having fun.
Feeling dirty!
Feeling sick!
Needing something so basic.
Water, water I need you
Then I’ll be as good as new.
Water, water always there,
Once it’s gone we’re made aware
Wasting water is not right
Now it’s gone I’ve seen the light.
I need water to survive
I’m lucky to be alive!

poem by Salvatore Mazzeo
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Days And Nights Continually Go On A Wandering Track

Days and nights continually go on a wandering track,
without you I feel seriously wounded,
it's as if my whole being bleeds out bit by bit,
bit by bit trickles through to the ground

but when I found you, you are like an oasis in the wilderness,
like a place where I can stay forever,
where eternally there is water and rest,
where I find relief in a cruel world.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Before Your Gates

The splendor of the slivered water
entices like a pleading aubade
lost in the myriad of faces
reflecting each other's banality
and enunciating the raw grandeur
the moon descried in your pits
and the treacle in my chasms
deluged like a torrent zephyr
with a halcyon volition to break
before your adamant gates

poem by Norman Santos
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