A Situation
there is a waterfall on my belly
there is a dam on my pelvic bone
i cannot stop this
i will let go a river
there will be a flood
needing you.
be the parched earth
let your cracks be mouths
i will be the rain, i will be the flood
do not destroy humanity
take all of me, this flood, this rain, this dam is broken
i let go a rampage of emotions
i explode
you be the space
you must take all that i am
all that i will be
tackle me, swallow me
drink me
o thirsty earth, my love,
my life, my outlet, my current.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rain Again
rain was
fighted...
the street...
and road...
making river...
people are
loss the home...s...
loss the sleeps...
loss the happy...
loss the current...
with cry about
the sky...
over rain...
peoples cry for
flood...flood...
making some
dead bodys also
people very sad...
for flood...
woory for rain...
again and again...
rain not comes
also
woory again and again.......
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Emotions, Flowing Down A River...
Emotions, Flowing Down A River
Now, Who Will Give Her
Desire, To Reach Across The Space
Splash Cold Water In Her Face?
Tragic Tears, Within A Pool
Streaming Hot and Torrent Cruel
Like Acid To The Touch
Hurts Her Hope So Much
Where’s The Rain, Clean and Cold?
Softly Rinse, Seep Into Her Soul
Her Crystal Drops, Dissolved Trust
Flowing Downstream, Far From Us
Emotions, Flowing Down A River
Now, Who Will Deliver
Courage To Reach Across The Space?
She Slaps Away Any Embrace
Can You Go Against Her High Tides?
She Dams Her Own Broken Pride
She Can’t Forget They Took
Her Every Bubbling Brook
She’s Gone Past The River’s Bank
The Strong Currents, Slowly Sank
Drowned The Confused Flood
Drained Her Own Life-Blood …
Emotions, Flowing Down a River
Have Mercy and Forgive her
Who Will Reach Across The Space
And Remember Her Fluid Grace? …
... Flowing, Down A River
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Of Practical Means...
for those that come
i am ready
not only to embrace
its whole body
but also to explain
the necessity of
its parts that i too must
accept and love, thus
when i cannot see the stars
tonight
i accept that this happens
often
because
some heavy clouds are here
and they need
to drift and
release their
burdens
and soon it will rain
and all the thirsty fields of the
earth are craving
for water
from the heavens
for their satiation
i have known rain
and it does not surprise me
in these cold times
of my life
& if ever
another big flood comes along
this winding river
carrying drift wood
and mud
and carcass of some
wild pigs and
wingless birds
i still must respect
what nature is all
about
its way of cleansing
itself
& then
on a calm morning
after the storn
i busy myself
collecting all these
drifted things
thinking that perhaps
early tomorrow
i can construct the
bridge of my dreams
or that house
where my new hope
must
immediately reside
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The earth will end only when God declares it's time to be over. Man will not destroy this earth. This earth will not be destroyed by a flood.
quote by John Shimkus
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Rain... Rain... Rain...!
Rain on tinned roof
Rain on concrete
Rain soaking into sands
Rain on soft earth
Rain on metal road
Rain on windscreen
Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river
Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills
Rain on my skin…
Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…
05aug2010
10.30hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she is
sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my life
flowing in its fullness, like a river in autumn flood, running with
serene abandonment. My songs are one with my love, like the murmur
of a stream, that sings with all its waves and current.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Even After The Much Needed Rain
i am dry
a river bed whose pebbles are wearing
dead moss
i wait for your rain
it is not only me who needs water here
you must rain
and even flood us
we are dry
we are not afraid of drowning
to your excesses
we have long died even when the smell of the rain
invades our
desert.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rock Your Boat
A message to all the men that used you,
A message to the rooms that saw your nakedness,
Rock your boat to rub my tights;
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
Lusty frames,
Over the faces of love in the land of no return!
And like the stages of your emotions in the land of your muse,
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
Within the spread out legs and the muse of love,
Remembering all the passengers through your red sea;
And to ride faster enough to see your smile!
But the flood is about to come in as announced.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Merri In Flood
The old Merri River in flood waters of brown
Is flowing on bank high on by Warrnambool Town
In and out of Lake Pertobe on it's sea going way
To join the Pacific at famed Lady Bay
The old river that is old even in time
That has inspired the poets and songwriters to rhyme
In the age of the dinosaurs the Merri was old
In full flood the river a sight to behold
In Summer by the banks of the river in the shade of the trees
The Indigenous tribes had their corroborees
Like the Seasons of Nature the people come and go
But the river on down through the flat country flow
In and out of Lake Pertobe and on to the sea
The Merri in flood is a great sight to see.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tears Shed Still Flood The Earth
men were described as beasts
before an apocalyptic flood and after
before legendary Biblical flood and after
men no longer strut across landscape like giants
men crush landscape all obstacles into dust particles
men raise up great monuments giant skyscrapers into skies
men dominate landscapes all available resources earth sea skies
but tears still ever flood the earth shed by staring millions
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 and April 2012 on the 17.9.2010&16.4.2012.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Open the King’s Heart
Open the heart, and rain with blood,
Who is your king in flood and in odd culture?
Up with God touches his mind and crown,
Defeat royalty and riches for the achievement.
A craziness builds inside, when blood and ruin
Stagnates the heart with the mind;
Both destroy each other,
Both of them will die.
But the flood and the Ark survive,
Forcing torture and deceit, living as well
When your king roasted, dies of attack from God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Choice
THE flood of utter change is loosed. A space
Is ours yet, for its coming to prepare.
Shall we build dams with cautious, clumsy care,
Or stand with idle hands and frightened face,
And so be whirled all broken from our place,
And perish with the dams we builded there?
Or shall we dig a broad, deep channel, where
Most fields may feel the flood's benign embrace?
Thus turned 'twill be a calm majestic flood
Of plenty, peace, and fertilising power,
Whose banks fresh flowers of love and joy shall deck.
Oppose it: at the inevitable hour,
Tumultuous, black with ruin, red with blood,
'Twill come--and you shall have no chance but wreck!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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On Another Day
A lone white sail boat
Slowly gliding south-wards.
The mournful cry of the seagull,
Soon swallowed into fog's belly
Camouflaging my world with so much easy.
Such a gray day it is!
Rain! Rain! Rain!
All day long showers fall unabated;
Mother earth quenches her thirsty.
Outside the wind whistles,
Caressing mother earth's gonads;
Leaves rattle on the ground;
The wind continues on its secret journey:
Area of origin and destination details unknown,
Yet for centuries untouched it has blown.
The rain has stopped.
Stars shine brightly
And the crickets never stop singing.
poem by Tafadzwa Matamba
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Send Down The Rain
The world is ending gradually on us,
But who can stop it from all the disasters around us?
There is fire here and there is war over there,
There is flood over here and there is Tsunami over there!
And people are being killed in many ways;
But who can stop the actions of nature?
This is like the secret code in 'Louis' Theory 6-5-6';
And we need to correct out history to move on in life!
But who will send down the rain to stop this fire?
Look at Japan and the situatons to the nuclear reactors! !
With fire-fighters pumping out enough water to cool down the overheated reactors;
But we need the heavy down pour from the heavens to help solve this matter,
For the land of Fukushima now looks like the end of the world.
Send down the rain!
For we need the rain to help stop these reactors from a major nuclear disaster! !
But the Tsunami came and the earth quaked,
With fire, snow and the burning of the forest and the oil refineries!
And of the many missing dead bodies not accounted for,
But who can stop the actions of nature?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rain oh Rain
Rain oh Rain
When will thy come to wash my pain?
Rain oh Rain
I have been in tears all day
Rain oh Rain
Please do not go far away
Rain oh Rain
Release thy fresh water upon me
Rain oh Rain
Melt the ice and make me chill
Rain oh Rain
Wet the earth and make it plant bloom
Rain oh Rain
Let thy freshness embrace the earth
Rain oh Rain
Make me happy and filled with joy
Rain oh Rain
For thy presence i wait.
poem by Peace Okhomina
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Recollections of Our Native Valley
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
With wildering sound goes winding ever.
Oh! often yet with feeling strong,
On that dear stream my mem'ry ponders,
And still I prize its murm'ring song,
For by my childhood's home it wanders.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
There's music in each wind that blows
Within our native valley breathing;
There's beauty in each flower that grows
Around our native woodlands wreathing.
The memory of our brightest joys
Is dearer than the richest toys,
The present vainly shed around us.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood,
Oh, sister! when 'mid doubts and fears,
That haunt life's onward journey ever,
I turn to those departed years,
And that beloved and lovely river;
With sinking mind and bosom riven,
And heart with lonely anguish aching,
It needs my long-taught hope in heaven,
To keep that weary heart from breaking.
Know ye not that lovely river?
Know ye not that smiling river?
Whose gentle flood,
By cliff and wood.
poem by Gerald Griffin
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Rain Drops
Here comes the grey clouds
rolling in,
Spreading rain all over the
town.
Rain drops help to moisten
the earth's beautiful green
grass.
Sidewalks once dusty are
washed and cleaned.
Rivers and lakes are given
plenty more water.
Fishes swim around happy
beneath the rain drops,
creating millions of ripples
upon the water.
Flowers and plants no longer
Thirst,
Even trees and bushes seem
to dance after a good drink
of water,
Animals get their fill of
water too.
Just Like a shower,
Rain drops clean and
cleanse everything,
Leaving the earth refreshed
and renewed.
After the storm has passed,
The sun shines spreading its
warmth.
Rain drops that are left behind
on Flowers, plants, trees and
grass,
It is like heaven for many insects
to fill their thirsty little
mouths.
Without clouds we would have no
rain drops,
Without rain drops everything would
never be the same.
poem by Derek James
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Repetitive Of A Nostalgia, A Moment Ago
there is no poem that can stop
this mess
this furniture of the room are not in place
the table is under the rain
outside
the chairs are crumpled like paper
in the drain
the books are opening their pages to the skies
the pens are shooting like
arrows in the air
no one can stop the dead
not this poem that only counts
those who want to be buried
no one can stop the grief
not this poem, not that poem
no poem can stop the flood of all emotions
no poem can resist
the burden of carrying all these
like a carriage like a coffin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is No Poem
there is no poem that can stop
this mess
this furniture of the room are not in place
the table is under the rain
outside
the chairs are crumpled like paper
in the drain
the books are opening their pages to the skies
the pens are shooting like
arrows in the air
no one can stop the dead
not this poem that only counts
those who want to be buried
no one can stop the grief
not this poem, not that poem
no poem can stop the flood of all emotions
no poem can resist
the burden of carrying all these
like a carriage like a coffin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Come Flood with Me - Parody Christopher MARLOWE - Come Live with Me and Be My Love
Come flood with me, sandbags remove,
and see, at sea, cold water mark
centennial records improve
while frogs swim stark in Regent's Park.
Come flood with me, some float, some sink,
from Tower Hamlets to Soho,
while politicians think they think
of ratifying Kyoto.
Come flood with me, free bottled water
we'll airlift in to friend and foe,
though dikes may fail, though many caught a
cold, we won't sneeze at ebb and flow.
Come flood with me and blow a fuse
as volts revolt against the rain,
we'll kayak hire, o[a]r two canoes,
admiring drops on window pane.
Come flood with me and Oxford ford
as Father Thames mourns broken banks,
insurance premiums we'll afford
and brave weather forecasters' pranks.
Come flood with me upon submerged
parks, gardens, surf above each fence
as climate policies are urged
by governments in self defence.
Come flood with me, we'll breast Time's tide,
while Athens roasts - forty degrees -
and wonder what antiques abide
upstanding with untarnished keys.
We could write on in frothy verse
till 'lowing herd winds o'er the lea'
if only skies would not rehearse
wet dreams with clouds' infinity.
Come flood with me until Big Ben
sounds five o'clock and adds a tease,
while seeking honey-bees again,
and is there honey still for teas?
If these delights your heart may move
to leapfrog over slip_stream puddle
we'll cuddle, challenges remove,
reign far from politicians' muddle!
(c) Jonathan ROBIN 24 July 2007 Parody Christopher MARLOWE - Come Live with Me and Be My Love
poem by Jonathan Robin
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