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Water Fountain

water flow and spraying
a small pond around
not to deep, not to dirty
the mighty fountain spraying many feet up
children playing in it, screaming and laughing
splashing and dipping, feet wading
cheerful chatter can ways be found
The fountain a magical place for everyone to enjoy
the simple times when we can be free
a quick lunch a simple phone call
a quick pic of the beautiful water fall
Fountains nature's toys for all to enjoy

poem by Michael Peterson
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Water

Water is innocent as dew.
It sparkles in the sun like new.

Water is naive and childlike as a river.
It runs along and has no bother.

Water is naughty as waves.
It tickles the feet and plays games.

Water is beautiful as rain,
and washes away all your pain

Water appears wise as a sea.
It's huge and unfathomable as can be.

Water is humble as a lake.
It has beauty simple but not fake.

Water is mysterious when deep.
Its full of fear and gives me creeps.

As a fall, it cascades,
as if breaking barriers and liberates.

As a fountain it adorns gardens and palaces,
and symbolises aristocracy, richness and success.

Water is stagnant and muddy as a puddle,
but has a core to be someone special.

poem by Maitreyee Joshi
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Moments At The Beach

flowing water, cool breeze
waves washing a shore
birds drifting in the wind
boats sailing on the water
people strolling along the beach
children playing in the sand
sun bathers laying a shore
swimmers playing in the water
volleyball in the sand
family picnics under the trees
The lake so beautiful
The beach so free
people being friendly
the life so simple for a day at the beach
Strangers, friends and family enjoying the lake
the simple things in life is enjoy nature and ourselves

poem by Michael Peterson
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Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain

The Memorial Fountain is really rather fascinating in its design,
As the water doesn’t always follow its course in one straight line.
The Fountain in itself is an extremely interesting feature,
As it moves in all different ways, just like a living creature.

It’s a focal point to which many people make their way;
Where adults can sit and relax and young children can play.
Parents sit on the lush green grass next to the flowing water,
Whilst keeping a watchful eye on their sons and daughters.

On the side of the Fountain, visitors can choose to take a seat,
And sit chatting away together, whilst paddling their tired feet.
The Fountain aims to represent the different aspects of Diana’s life:
The times of joy and happiness, and the times of trouble and strife.

The flowing water runs down an incline, not too steep.
At some points, it’s very shallow and at others, it’s deep.
Around the channel there are various depths and widths:
At some points it rises up, while at other points, it dips.

At some points, the water tumbles and slightly churns,
Whilst at other points, it meanders in twists and turns.
At some points along the way, the water flow is pretty fast,
Whilst over other points, the water is quite slowly passed.

At some points the water runs down surfaces so very smooth,
Whilst at other points, its flow is disturbed by little grooves.
At three points, the course can be crossed by little bridges,
Near to where the water jumps down over little ridges.

At some points, the foaming water cascades over a waterfall,
Whilst at others, the water slows down into a leisurely crawl.
The water is pumped from the top, down in two directions.
At the bottom, the waters meet in a pool of calm reflection.

To spark some kind of emotion, the fountain never fails.
Some simply come to remember Diana, Princess of Wales.
A real air of majesty this special Fountain does possess.
It is a fitting tribute to a much-loved and missed Princess.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Fountain of God's Grace

The water is there -
ever-flowing, bursting
singing, dripping, cascading…
The flow may be fast;
it maybe slow.
But the water is there
never emptied, never dried.

It flows to empty
and aching hearts.
It reaches out to
to the rich and mighty.
It embraces those
who are left with nothing
except the choice to come
closer to this fountain.

And yes, this fountain of God's grace
grants the water of hope, the water of life.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Water Flows

Any extraordinary water flows from the fountain
To dive into more water, this fluent language resents;
Labour terrifies our belongings and territory,
The guns blow their bullets as fast as the universe.
This wiser nature is earned by the one not wisest,
Deep feet sink finally into the sand or water.
Our purpose is found from the book of living,
We read in it the stages of crafts and existence.
Water may be finished, but one day the hills
Speak more from it than all of the clouds.

By the help of the eddy, this water spaces and wastes,
Fluids run deep in the nature of Nature,
Points of endeavour rest in the countryside,
Then pick thoughts from the swaying landscape
So as to become a higher person with water.
It hurried away, the water hurried away,
And caught in its currents, the ocean was made
And created by the whole work of water.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Like A Fountain Of Water

Like a fountain of water

Kissing you throughout

On pilgrimage

Neither you are on pilgrimage
Nor on conduction of any voyage
You got to make it heaven
At the cost of you life even

Make it worth
Even if pain and agony comes forth
See that you have lived life
Even though it may have double edge of knife

Life on earth is really a blessing
You may find everything missing
There won’t be anything worth
Yet it is beautiful on earth

You may have free air
But still doesn’t look everything fair
You may have rivers plenty of water
Yet you may think it to alter

You may find high mountains
Still more height of it you may maintain
You may think always in term of gain
Get puzzled with little of shock and pain

So take it as chance to see and think
Everything here is not to sink
Take whatever benefit you can
Love the beauty of nature and become a fan

Nature may reward
If you enjoy and look forward
Think it is creation of almighty God
Every object may seem as beautiful as Lord

Your stay is for limited span
Swim over water as white swan
Enjoy every surface you come across
You may everything in his Cross

I, for one, may go for simple stay
Greet the things which may come on the way
Enjoy all beautiful things created on earth
I may enjoy even end resulting into death

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ohh Annie...

Last night I had a dream
I was looking for my dog
Where is my beautiful yorkshire?
Tired and out of breath
Keep on walking and looking
In the nearby pond
I found a lot of dogs
Big dogs small dogs
All dead floating
I finally found Sinta
Down below by my feet
Almost invisible in the dirty pond
I picked her up very carefully
She was all brown like caramel
I was going to give up and cry
But instead I pumped her small chest
Really carefully not to hurt her
Then she coughed up water
After three or four times
Her color changed back
Black and gold
Her hair started to shine
And when I slightly caressed her hair
Mustard starts appearing
Underneath her wet hair
She was all covered with mustard!
I woke up
I was thinking “what a dream”
Then I looked for Sinta
She was lying down by my feet
Sleeping... Snoring...
And then I slightly caressed her hair
At Five o'clock
Still tired from walking all night I got up
Brushed my teeth and made some coffee
I checked my phone messages
This is bad news
My sister passed away

poem by Kay Barcelon
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I Wish

I wish I was a sparrow
with stick legs and onyx eyes
I'd sip the garden fountain
and I'd beat my arms to fly

I wish was the fountain
spilling water clear and clean
A place for them to land on
Oh, how happy I would be

I wish I was the water
pouring out into the bowl
For water is just water
and it has no tale of woe

I wish I was the score
of music water droplets make
for any of, or all above
are better than my fate

poem by Sara Fielder
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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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Wonderful Bath Bubbles

Sitting in a bath tub, filled with bubbles
Soaking and erasing all my troubles
Staying in the water till your skin gets wrinkled
Spraying your hair you are getting sprinkled
The water so warm and so inviting
With candles lit, they're your only lighting
Such a pleasure I have found
Just me splashing, not another sound
So if you need a moment of paradise
Fill your bath with bubbles, I'd advise!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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School Time Blues

Every day I go school
I hate that awful place
The kids there all just laugh at me
And make fun of my face

The teachers all ignore me
They give me no respect
I barely get a break for lunch
I kind of feel like a reject

I never enjoy recess
And I all I do is work
And at the drinking fountain
I'm treated like a jerk

At the cafeteria
No one will sit near me
Why do I get the idea
That everybody fears me?

I guess I just won't go today
It really is that simple
School's never fun for you
When you are the Principal

poem by Florence P. Wordsmith
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Water so Deep and Profound

Water so sinuous and devious,
And as mystifying as you.
Water is always hiding its true self,
Never in one form.
Water can be the shimmer,
Reflecting off the light of the pond,
Making the pond seem magnificent.
Water can be the rushing sound,
As it escapes the secretive pond,
And runes down into the vast ocean,
Seeking adventure and unfound dreams.
Water can be the feeling of calmness,
As it sits there, overlooking the pond,
With wonder and seeing how it made it what it is.
Water so supple and wondrous,
The pond is born from the water.
Water so deep and profound,
Just like you,
The pond so incomplete without water,
Just like your family.

poem by Music Galore
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So Glad My Days Are Simple

I am so glad my days are simple.
So glad my sights are clear.
Viewing life nonjudgementally...
I'm free to express my cheer!

Materialistic wishes,
Are briefly satisfied.
I found a peace of mind I hold,
I have learned not to put my life aside!

I am not completely isolated,
From others who feel rushed with pursuits.
I was once caught up myself with quick endeavors...
Until I discovered a self I had to soothe.

And I am so glad my days have become simple,
I have time to enjoy other facets of life.
I don't look for rain when clouds appear.
And when they do,
I accept that as being alright!

I don't get uptight about it,
Like some who use these times to fight!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clear, With Light, Variable Winds

The fountain bent and straightened itself
In the night wind,
Blowing like a flower.
It gleamed and glittered,
A tall white lily,
Under the eye of the golden moon.
From a stone seat,
Beneath a blossoming lime,
The man watched it.
And the spray pattered
On the dim grass at his feet.

The fountain tossed its water,
Up and up, like silver marbles.
Is that an arm he sees?
And for one moment
Does he catch the moving curve
Of a thigh?
The fountain gurgled and splashed,
And the man's face was wet.

Is it singing that he hears?
A song of playing at ball?
The moonlight shines on the straight column of water,
And through it he sees a woman,
Tossing the water-balls.
Her breasts point outwards,
And the nipples are like buds of peonies.
Her flanks ripple as she plays,
And the water is not more undulating
Than the lines of her body.

'Come,' she sings, 'Poet!
Am I not more worth than your day ladies,
Covered with awkward stuffs,
Unreal, unbeautiful?
What do you fear in taking me?
Is not the night for poets?
I am your dream,
Recurrent as water,
Gemmed with the moon!'

She steps to the edge of the pool
And the water runs, rustling, down her sides.
She stretches out her arms,
And the fountain streams behind her
Like an opened veil.

* * * * *

In the morning the gardeners came to their work.
'There is something in the fountain,' said one.
They shuddered as they laid their dead master
On the grass.
'I will close his eyes,' said the head gardener,
'It is uncanny to see a dead man staring at the sun.'

poem by Amy Lowell
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I Miss The Beach

I miss everything about the beach from the sands between my toes to the mighty sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks; it is there where I found my serenity.

I miss the sun raise to the sun fall at the beach, where its true colors have this wonderfully glow right at the point of when the sun touches the water.

I miss the smell of the salted water when the wind blows, I miss the way the sun feels when it caress my face, it has this magical warmth.

I miss the beach from the family fun to the just one on one in the sun, it reminds me of what home feel like, I miss seen the kids playing in the water, and how the fire bounces off the ocean in the darkness of night.

I miss the beauty of the beach for this is the loveliest gift that God has created for us to enjoy our time with each other, oh how I miss the beach.

poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Enjoy Sea...?

on beach...

girls...

young playing

on water

dress is

full fill

sea water...

with...

nice..

have a sex fun..

the water...

males are enjoy...

sea also enjoy..?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Pothole In The Road

The car drives through,
Suddenly the front end dips severely,
Dirty water splashes all around,
The car continues forward,
Now the rear end dips down,
The dirty water splashes again,
A continuous parade of vehicles,
Follow suit,
An endless chain of dipping and splashing,
reminds me of a broken record.
Some of the water reaches me,
Time to go.

8/1/11 Alton Texas

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Prachi Vavroovahana Patra

Prachi is beautiful;
Birds play on both sides are delightful.
Her water is pure;
Flows with a muttering in the lap of Nature.

At Kakatapur Prachi flows delightfully;
All creatures bathe in the river pleasantly.
Bathes the cosy feet of mother affectionatively;
All devotes enjoy the beauty devotionally.

From time immemorial Prachi flows in the lap of Nature gleefully;
Magnifies the beauty of Nature pleasantly.
Provides water to all creatures;
Creatures live with pleasure.

Prachi is a Deity on Earth;
Bathing in the chilly water all derive mirth.
Allures women, men in morning;
Purifies the souls of human beings, the morn is delighting.

Peace reigns in the lap of Prachi daily;
Women, men, guys, girls enjoy the beauty gaily.
Devotees bathe in the water peacefully;
Mind is filled with peace eternally.

poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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In A Garden

Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread at ease under the sky
In granite-lipped basins,
Where iris dabble their feet
And rustle to a passing wind,
The water fills the garden with its rushing,
In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.

Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,
Where trickle and plash the fountains,
Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.

Splashing down moss-tarnished steps
It falls, the water;
And the air is throbbing with it.
With its gurgling and running.
With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.

And I wished for night and you.
I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,
White and shining in the silver-flecked water.
While the moon rode over the garden,
High in the arch of night,
And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.

Night, and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!