The Rush of A Lie
Ancient mountains swept with snow,
where a dropp of water begins to flow,
is the birthplace of a small stream,
and something I would never dream.
Streams turn to rivers great,
that make sure not to be late,
that go towards swamps and bogs,
and they keep going into the fog.
Have you not yet reached the ocean,
where all the world is set in motion?
Your waters have rushed,
fed by the clouds' every flush.
You've left such beauty behind,
just for bogs and fog to find.
Your droplet has grown;
at me your lies are thrown.
poem by Soren Valentine
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1015 Water Water - Everywhere? ? ?
STRUCTURE & FORM IN POETRY. Classical Poetry always has Structure even though it does not always rhyme. The Structure gives it metere and flow which facilitates reading and recitation. In my book - recitability is an essential character of a good Poem! . A lesser know Poetical Structure is RHYME ROYAL which inposes a strict metre (usually imabic pentameter) and a strict rhyming pattern a b a b b c c. Each verse must consist of seven lines. The number of verses is optional! As an Environmental Scientist I am concerned with the Conservation of Water which is the subject of this Rhyme Royal
Whence comes this water that we need for life?
Where does it go when we flush it away?
A shortage in some countries causes strife
Will it run out like coal and oil one day?
For all resources there's a price to pay.
We all use water - like it was for free
Just turn the tap - it's there for you and me.
God touched the clouds and made the rain - from the rain
Formed the sea and from the sea formed the clouds
To rise and cool and give us rain again.
The rain provides the water for the crowds.
When it evaporates it goes back to the clouds.
Each dropp of water makes our lives secure
But every day we're using more and more.
The Planet Earth has water everywhere
Liquid or a solid or a vapour
In oceans - rivers - lakes and in the air
Icecaps or on frozen lakes like paper.
We scrape it off our windscreens with a scraper!
Mountain stream - boiling steam and freezing snow
A lolly ice? Thanks very nice - It is all H 2 O.
The Water Cycle keeps the water going
Round and round - none's lost to outer space
Precipitation - raining - hailing - snowing
Moves the water round from place to place.
Especially when a snowball hits your face.
Streams and rushing rivers keep it all in motion
Then water falls down waterfalls and ends up in the ocean!
Water Water everywhere - for our daily needs
Turn the tap and use the river and the well
Don't pollute - don't dam the spring that feeds
Without 'clean water' life on Earth is Hell!
Clean Water has no taste - no clour and no smell.
Water Water everywhere - please please stop and think
Water Water everywhere - but not one dropp to drink! ! ! ! !
(John Knight - Frozen Colchester - December 2009)
poem by John Knight
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The Negro Speaks Of Rivers
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Negro Speaks of Rivers
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Religions of Man - Part I - or - Get Close to the Shore Yourself
The Religions of Man
Are like vast rivers
Meandering slowly
Across great plains to the ocean
Fed
By waters from the heavens
Travelling different directions
To reach the same ultimate destination
But
Some now flow so slow
That they have lost all sense of direction
Others have become altogether dried up
Some so polluted
They support no hope for life
Either here or after
So
Best use your own senses
And your mind
To find how to get close
To the shore by yourself
Where you will find
Fast clear streams
That flow straight into
The Ocean of Truth
That still patiently
Awaits us
poem by Egal Bohen
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Mighty River
From deep underground I start unseen
Cool spring water fresh and clean
My only life not visible to the eye
I start to flow, as if the earth did cry
Small and feint I start to trickle
As I flow the land I tickle
As in life we may start as little springs
But soon we grow and do big things
Down the mountains I start to flow
As my intensity starts to grow
My banks are now so far apart
So much wider that at the start
I twist and turn, will I ever stop
I`ve been winding forever right from the top
From a tint trickle to a steady stream
To reach the ocean is my only dream
My veins alive with creatures big and small
Within my belly I carry them all
Life within me does explode
No matter how much I can take the load
Over rocks and boulders I do roar
While above me the fish eagle`s soar
Swollen now I my banks do burst
Hungry lands I feed, they so do thirst
I fill the valley and form a lake
To try and stop me would be a mistake
I push on forward one goal in mind
To reach the ocean, sealed and signed
I`ve cut a groove across this land
But now a lap the ocean sand
Right at the end I reached my goal
Now the ocean waves a feed my soul
poem by Vaughn Bekker
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The Other World page one
THE—OTHER—WORLD-UNSPOILT page-one
The next dimension,
The invisible place,
The home of spirits,
A place of untouched beauty,
That place is here,
Not up there,
Mountains high,
Decorated with snow,
Rivers wild and free,
Crystal clear,
Cascading,
Roaring,
Thundering,
Plunging
White swirling water,
Foaming,
A long river banks,
Trees giants have grown,
Reaching up and up,
Touching clouds,
Disappearing into a silver mist,
Over the land they span,
Like a giant fan,
Swaying in harmonic rhyme,
Cohorts by the breeze,
They shade,
They cover
They become homes,
For birds,
All sorts of furry creatures,
I see valleys
Where silver ribbons flow,
And Technicolor,
Glows,
Rainbows,
Double and double,
Magnificent,
Magnified,
Magnetism,
poem by Osceola Waters
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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.
(Copyright ©11/2005)
Frogs in Love
The bogs are damp with almost too much rain -
By night, the frogs have returned once again,
For November; it is the time they mate,
But why O why our backyard populate?
Perhaps they feel it's romantic: the smoke,
The chill, the wet; relentlessly they croak!
Dear God! Why let the bogs with tall grass grow?
Or teach a colony of frogs to Love?
poem by Dinesh Sairam
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She Won't Let Me Fly Away
(Danoff)
Well, I wake up late in the afternoon. I eat my eggs with the evening news.
And the sun's gone down before I find my shoes.
Music fills the air, but it's all the blues.
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
Well, we got no heat and the window's broke,
The storm rains came, everything got soaked.
And there's no bread left, nothing here to smoke,
and the Lord looks down saying, "Can't you take a joke?"
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
The palm tree's just a picture on a postcard,
the ocean's just a memory in my dream.
And a man comes a TV selling soapsuds to dirty up my rivers and my streams.
Like a mystery movie without an end. When you think it's over, it just begins.
It's not always true that the good guy wins,
I been down so long that I got the bends.
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
She won't let me fly away, she won't let me fly away.
song performed by by John Denver
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Anywhere
I WALK THE MAZE OF MOMENTS
BUT EVERYWHERE I TURN TO
BEGINS A NEW BEGINNING
BUT NEVER FINDS A FINISH
I WALK TO THE HORIZON
AND THERE I FIND ANOTHER
IT ALL SEEMS SO SURPRISING
AND THEN I FIND THAT I KNOW
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER
I GO THERE ILL LOSE MY WAY
IF WE STAY HERE WERE NOT TOGETHER
ANYWHERE IS
THE MOON UPON THE OCEAN
IS SWEPT AROUND IN MOTION
BUT WITHOUT EVER KNOWING
THE REASON FOR ITS FLOWING
IN MOTION ON THE OCEAN
THE MOON STILL KEEPS ON MOVING
THE WAVES STILL KEEP ON WAVING
AND I STILL KEEP ON GOING
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER...
I WONDER IF THE STARS SIGN
THE LIFE THAT IS TO BE MINE
AND WOULD THEY LET THEIR LIGHT SHINE
ENOUGH FOR ME TO FOLLOW
I LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS
BUT NIGHT HAS CLOUDED OVER
NO SPARK OF CONSTELLATION
NO VELA NO ORION
THE SHELLS UPON THE WARM SANDS
HAVE TAKEN FROM THEIR OWN LANDS
THE ECHO OF THEIR STORY
BUT ALL I HEAR ARE LOW SOUNDS
AS PILLOW WORDS ARE WEAVING
AND WILLOW WAVES ARE LEAVING
BUT SHOULD I BE BELIEVING
THAT I AM ONLY DREAMING
YOU GO THERE YOURE GONE FOREVER...
TO LEAVE THE THREAD OF ALL TIME
AND LET IT MAKE A DARK LINE
IN HOPES THAT I CAN STILL FIND
THW WAY BACK TO THE MOMENT
I TOOK THE TURN AND TURN TO
BEGIN A NEW BEGINNING
STILL LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER
I CANNOT FIND THE FINISH
ITS EITHER THIS OR THAT WAY
ITS ONE WAY OR THE OTHER
IT SHOULD BE ONE DIRECTION
IT COULD BE ON REFLECTION
THE TURN I HAVE JUST TAKEN
THE TURN THAT I WAS MAKING
I MIGHT BE JUST BEGINNING
I MIGHT BE NEAR THE END
song performed by by Enya
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I Shall Speak
I shall speak of rivers
and I shall speak of streams,
And I shall speak of how they flow
and seep into my dreams.
All the waters pure and clean
purify my thought.
I think how marvelous that I've seen
that which can't be bought.
I shall speak of hillsides
and mountains as they rise.
And I shall speak of how they look
and brighten up my eyes.
All the rises grand or small
expand just how I feel.
I think how wonderful that I've known
what no one can conceal.
I shall speak of beauty
and I shall speak of love.
And I shall speak of how they mix
and take me far above
the ordinary happenings
and events that fill my day.
I think how fortunate I have been
when my breath was taken away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Melting Snow
Melting snow runs down from high peaks, into creeks,
over flowing waters, carry off layers of the forest floor,
nutrients, twigs, leafs and insects are all swept clean,
little creeks bulge into violent streams, and mighty rivers
churning, tumbling, and roaring down waves, into the ocean's mouth.
Melting snow on the forest floor uncovers chains of small islands,
spreading under pines and oaks and elms, low lands and high lands,
contrasting, the dark colored ground against the white melting snow,
the season of change calls to awaken the forest floor,
with a splash of melting snow, and a degree of heat,
natures cycle is complete.
poem by Michael Andrew
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At Toledo
The little stones chuckle against the fields:
'We are so small: God will not think of us;
We are so old already, we have seen
So many generations blunt their ploughs,
Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream
Of our first sleep among the ancient hills.'
The grass laughs, thinking: 'I am born and die,
And born and die, and know not birth or death,
Only the going on of the green earth.'
The rivers pass and pass, and are the same,
And I, who see the beauty of the world,
Pass, and am not the same, or know it not,
And know the world no more. O is not this
Some horrible conspiracy of things,
That I have known and loved and lingered with
All my days through, and now they turn like hosts
Who have grown tired of a delaying guest?
They cast me out from their eternity:
God is in league with their forgetfulness.
poem by Arthur Symons
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At Toledo
The little stones chuckle against the fields:
'We are so small: God will not think of us;
We are so old already, we have seen
So many generations blunt their ploughs,
Tilling the fields we lie in; and we dream
Of our first sleep among the ancient hills.'
The grass laughs, thinking: 'I am born and die,
And born and die, and know not birth or death,
Only the going on of the green earth.'
The rivers pass and pass, and are the same,
And I, who see the beauty of the world,
Pass, and am not the same, or know it not,
And know the world no more. O is not this
Some horrible conspiracy of things,
That I have known and loved and lingered with
All my days through, and now they turn like hosts
Who have grown tired of a delaying guest?
They cast me out from their eternity:
God is in league with their forgetfulness.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Irish Air
Over the Wicklow mountains,
Where the air is pure as can be.
Over the hills and moor lands,
The waterfalls to see.
Spectacular the waters fall
Between the crevices deep,
To splash on rocks and boulders,
Down the mighty mountains steep.
The peat bogs on the moor land,
For fires to warm are toiled.
The men and women working.
Their clothes and hands are soiled.
But ‘tis worth the toil and strife
To see the Wicklow mountains dear.
To know the joy of being in Erin,
Where the air is crisp and clear.
You can keep your city factories,
And your office blocks so tall.
For to live and work in Ireland,
Is to know you have it all.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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You
You - you make me see all the possibilities
You- you make me feel emotions that I try to conceal.
I would take the stars from the skies
Just to put the sparkle in your eyes.
You make me feel like I’m on cloud nine
And whichever way I turn I’ll be fine.
You give me the perseverance to survive
You give me HOPE which will never die.
But what you give me most -of that there is no doubt
Is your love that I can’t live without.
You give me dreams that I never dreamt before
You pulled me from the ocean and took me to the shore.
You have given me all that I desire
You have set my soul on fire.
You have made life worth living
And my heart worth giving.
You have become the earth in which all life grows
And from a seed I have grown to be tall and strong
And you as the earth is where I belong.
And as the earth holds on to all that
Grows within and nurtures it till its reached its height
You have done this to me, and given me the might.
My love will grow and flow like the rivers
And the streams for all eternity.
For in your bosom is where I want to be.
YOU - YOU ARE LIFE
poem by Louis Rams
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England iv
IT is not to be thought of that the flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of the world's praise, from dark antiquity
Hath flow'd, 'with pomp of waters, unwithstood,'
Roused though it be full often to a mood
Which spurns the check of salutary bands,--
That this most famous stream in bogs and sands
Should perish; and to evil and to good
Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung
Armoury of the invincible Knights of old:
We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.--In everything we are sprung
Of Earth's first blood, have titles manifold.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Bright Side
Water of peace beyond the seagulls
Blue horizons that blossom like roses
Dream like hope in crinoline bouquets
Leave the dragons of purging
Leave the spirals of rhetoric
Time has golden clouds of sharing
Walk in safe armor
Light has conquered all fear
Hands with joy
Rivers glisten with stars
Awake in the forests of reality
Shells on the shore of love
Visions of geraniums
Lady slippers on the bogs
Peonies in the gentle breeze
Let your neighbor hear of rainbows
Reap the love given to all
Open the corner of your eye
Bright golden swords gleam
Fruit lush with pruned hope
Seek and you will find
The flowers are always growing
I'm living on the bright side
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A World Without Water
Can you imagine a world without water?
It would be a world which is totally altered.
Rivers and streams would no longer flow.
The oceans' tides wouldn't ebb to and fro.
Without the cooling and refreshing rain,
Living things would struggle to remain.
With no fresh water, we'd have little to drink.
None of us would wash, so then we would stink.
Plants wouldn't grow: we would have no flowers.
There'd be no energy from hydro-electric power.
Radiators wouldn't work: there would be no heat.
We couldn't boil vegetables, eggs, or pasta to eat.
There would no longer be fish left in the sea:
Many aquatic creatures would just cease to be.
There would be no pools, in which we could swim.
Lakes and reservoirs would be empty to their brim.
There would be no travelling by ship or by boat:
There would be no water for either to float.
We wouldn't be able to wash the dog, or the car.
Without any water, we wouldn't get too far.
There would be no water to bind mixtures together.
We would soon get bored of constant hot weather.
We wouldn't be able to flush waste down our loo.
There are so many things which we couldn't do.
But in poorer countries, water is a precious blessing;
The urgent need for water is a matter that is pressing.
In the UK, we can access water each and every day,
But, what if, our water was suddenly taken away?
poem by Angela Wybrow
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All The Rivers
'All the rivers run into the sea.'
Like the pulsing of a river,
The motion of a song,
Wind the olden words along
The tortuous turnings of my thoughts whenever
I sit beside the sea.
'All the rivers run into the sea.'
O you little leaping river,
Laugh on beneath your breath!
With a heart as deep as death,
Strong stream, go patient, grave, and hasting never,-
I sit beside the sea.
'All the rivers run into the sea.'
Why the passion of a river?
The striving of a soul?
Calm the eternal waters roll
Upon the eternal shore. At last, whatever
Seeks it-finds the sea.
'All the rivers run into the sea.'
O thou bounding, burning river,
Hurrying heart! I seem
To know (so one knows in a dream)
That in the waiting heart of God forever,
Thou too shalt find the sea.
poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
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