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The Smiles Of The Bathers

The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water,
And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, as he leaves his love.
The scholar, closing his book as the midnight clock strikes, is hollow
and old:
The pilot's relief on landing is no release.
These perfect and private things, walling us in, have imperfect and
public endings--
Water and wind and flight, remembered words and the act of love
Are but interruptions. And the world, like a beast, impatient and
quick,
Waits only for those who are dead. No death for you. You are
involved.

poem by Weldon Kees
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My Love Is Not Perfect

My love is not perfect.
It does not flawlessly sail the seven seas
It clears no mount in single bound
No epic stuff this
My love is not perfect.
Threats may not be seen
Predators may be invited unwittingly
My love is not perfect.
It is often blind to dangerous flaws
It can be the staircase of a catastrophic fall
My love is not perfect.
It can hurt unknowingly
And injure me fatally
Yet this imperfect love
Brings forth my best 'me'
Without this love
I could not be.
This imperfect love is strength
For imperfect me.

8/9/2009

poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Early Works - Midnight Journey With My Love

As the big red ball
from the sky does fall
and evening does call,
I take a journey with my love
on a starlit bay
with a view of the Milky Way.
Brushing our fingers through the water
and listen as someone serenades
while a million violins
seem to play in the wind
as I take a journey,
a midnight journey with my love.
The leaves from the trees
fall gently on the water
as the golden moon
throws a cascade of colour
upon the bay
as I take a journey,
a midnight journey with my love.

Date unknown

Authors note:
This I think was written in the late 1960s. I wrote many pieces then with a great number of rhymes in them.

poem by David Harris
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A Death-Parting

LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All these fall, and my soul gives ear,
And she is hence who once was here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Ah! but now, for a secret sign,
(The willow's wan and the water white,)
In the held breath of the day's decline
Her very face seemed pressed to mine.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
O love, of my death my life is fain;
(The willows wave on the water-way,)
Your cheek and mine are cold in the rain,
But warm they'll be when we meet again.
(With a wind blown night and day.)
Mists are heaved and cover the sky;
(The willows wail in the waning light,)
O loose your lips, leave space for a sigh,—
They seal my soul, I cannot die.
(With a wind blown day and night.)
Leaves and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
All still fall, and I still give ear,
And she is hence, and I am here.
(With a wind blown night and day.)

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Ibrahim II

You are better off today than yesterday,
But tomorrow comes and it will be worst off!
Oh Ibrahim my lover! ! This is how the world is,
And we have to face the realities around us at all times.

Of the water which was turned into blood!
Of the River Nile which was turned into frogs!
But, there is One Law for us all;
Yes, One Law for the native born and for the stranger.

The book of war!
The book peace,
The book of joy,
The book of love,
The book of romance,
The book of rivers;
And like the first moon of the year! !
However, all the rivers that flow ends up to the sea.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Nurse's Watch

From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn'

The moon it shines,
My darling whines;
The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer
The sick both far and near.
God knoweth all;
Mousy nibbles in the wall;
The clock strikes one:--like day,
Dreams o'er thy pillow play.
The matin-bell
Wakes the nun in convent cell;
The clock strikes two:--they go
To choir in a row.
The wind it blows,
The cock he crows;
The clock strikes three:--the wagoner
In his straw bed begins to stir.
The steed he paws the floor,
Creaks the stable door;
The clock strikes four:--'tis plain
The coachman sifts his grain.
The swallow's laugh the still air shakes,
The sun awakes;
The clock strikes five:--the traveler must be gone,
He puts his stockings on.
The hen is clacking,
The ducks are quacking;
The clock strikes six:--awake, arise,
Thou lazy hag; come, ope thy eyes.
Quick to the baker's run;
The rolls are done;
The clock strikes seven:--
'Tis time the milk were in the oven.
Put in some butter, do,
And some fine sugar, too;
The clock strikes eight:--
Now bring my baby's porridge straight.

poem by Clemens Maria Brentano
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Looking for Water

Still the leaves are spinning 'round
Take my hand as we go down, and down, and down
Looking for water
Well, our light's gone in a New York minute
Don't know about you, but my heart's not in it
(Looking, looking, looking)
I'm looking for water
I'm looking for water
(Looking, looking, looking)
I can't breathe the air, can't raise a fact
'Cause all we've got left is a beat in the night, and I'm
(Looking for water)
Looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
Take my hand as we go down, and down
Leave it all behind, nothing could be found
(I'm, looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
(I, looking for water)
Looking everywhere
(Looking for water)
Looking here and there
(I'm looking for water)
I'm looking for water
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I can't live in this cage, I can't eat this candy
The edge of the earth to the spin in my head
The look in your eyes and never means never
The dawn's early light, baby, dark is forever
(Looking, looking)
(Looking, looking)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for water)
(Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)
Looking, looking)
I
(Looking for water)
(Looking for watter)

song performed by by David Bowie, music by David Bowie, lyrics by David Bowie from Reality
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What Do You Want With Me

You live in a mansion, with your own private harbor
And you own an island, where you go every summer

What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire

You're been educated in the best schools all around the world
Life is simple when people hang on your every word

What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire

Your father is a leader and unknown to the world
A puppet master of billions, and your his little girl

What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire

You mother has a club in Rome where the elite come to gather
Illuminated by fine conversation, while enjoying their evening supper

What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire

Your riches can't buy everything
Your riches can't buy everything

You are a collector of unique and very precious things
And store them for safe keeping, hoping to save them

What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire
What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire

Copyright Colin Coplin 2012

poem by Colin Coplin
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4. Elements – Water

Water an elemental
Water a fundamental
Building block of life
Water of Life
Water of Death

Water in all religions
Water in all living things
Water in all countries
Water also used for barter

No life without water
No rife with water
No respect for water
Willful neglect of water

Water, for cooking
Water, for cleaning
Water, for drinking
Water, for living
Water, for dying

Water is the same
In all languages
Water is the same
To all living beings

poem by Anand Dixit
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When The World Ends

When the world ends
Collect your things
Youre coming with me
When the world ends
You tuckle up yourself with me
Watch it as the stars disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
Well be lying in bed
Im gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise as the buildings crumble
Float there and watch it all
Amidst the burning, well be churning
You know, love will be our wings
The passion rises up from the ashes
When the world ends
When the world ends
Youre gonna come with me
Were going to be crazy
Like a river bends
Were going to float
Through the criss cross of the mountains
Watch them fade to nothing
When the world ends
You know thats whats happening now
Im going to be there with you somehow, oh...
Im going to tie you up like a baby in a carriage car
Your legs wont work cause you want me so
You just lie spread to the wall
The love you got is surely
All the love that I would ever need
Im going to take you by my side
And love you tall, til the world ends
Oh, but dont you worry about a thing
No, cause I got you here with me
Dont you worry about a
Just you and me
Floating through the empty, empty
Just you and me
Oh, graces
Oh, grace
Oh, when the world ends
Well be burning one
When the world ends
Well be sweet makin love
Oh, you know when the world ends
Im going to take you aside and say
Lets watch it fade away, fade away
And the worlds done
Ours just begun
Its done
Ours just begun
Were gonna dive into the emptiness
Well be swimming
Im going to walk you through the pathless roads
Im going to take you to the top of the mountain thats no longer there
Im going to take you to bed and love you, I swear
Like the end is here
Im going to take you up to
Im going to take you down on you
Im going to hold you like an angel, angel
Im going to love you
Im going to love you
When the world ends
Im going to hold you
When the world is over
Well just be beginning...

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Water That Quenches Your Thirst

at four o'clock in the morning you wake up.
blood is boiling and you look for water to quench the fire.
there is no water in the kitchen.
you go upstairs
no one is there.
you open the window
there is no rain.

it is just the silence of the world
that becomes the water
to your soul.

you drink every moment of this silence.
every dew
in the leaves
of the tree of
solitude

you are refreshed and from that moment on
you know where water
is.

what dew is
what leaves are.

there is a thirst that you have just
defined.

it is not their water
neither yours.

it is beyond the ownership of everyone.
and you know
now
where to find it
because you
also know
what it
really
is

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love, the dive in and out

Falling in love
Is like diving into water
With a splash.

To be in love
Is like to be
In water and inside water
swimming, sporting, playing
Frolicking, floating
With air and without water
To be with the outer world
To be without the outer world.

To be out of love
Is coming out of water
The deeper, one in love
The more time is consumed to come out
The more time is consumed to dry oneself
Getting out of love
Is not coming out to senses
Time has different unseen path
To traverse back
For each lover in love.

poem by Subrat Pradhan
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The Memory of Water (for Scarlet)

Water remembers you
falling now on your sleeping face

waking you from dreams
with its surprise

after you fell asleep
at your first pinic.

Water remembers your childish
laughter.

Water remembers you

holding your body
in its body

as you learn not to fear it
as you learn the words float...sink...swim.

Water remembers you
becoming its friend.

Water remembers you
diving into its honeymoon waters

becoming fishes....kisses
lasting from here to eternity.

Water remembers two
delerious skinnydippers.

Water remembers you
crying in its rain

sobbing 'I'll never fall in love again! '
as if you were an old 1950's tune.

Water remembers such tears
hiding them in its rain.

Water remembers you
laughing in the rain

having fallen in love again

so quick to change
your tune.

Water remembers you
laughing here we go again.

Water remembers you
soaking wet in a sudden thunder storm

flowers held in your hand
having lost their heads

presenting her
with nothing but stalks.

Water remembers you
having to wear her old dress

as she dried your clothes.

Water remembers
kisses lost amonst the roar of a fire.

Water remembers you
& is saddened to find you

with no answers
with no questions

here on this bridge
reflecting itself

here in its depths
where only silence lives

holding you
as before

only water
remembers your death.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Waka

Shinning and gleaming she sits and waits.
Created with love and sweat of many she waits.
At last she is placed gently into the water.
She is at last where she belongs.
She feels at one with the water.
It gathers round her, her shape forms to it.
Then its time to begin her first journey.
The chosen crew mounts her with pride and joy.
In time to an ancient chant, their paddles dig deep into the water.
She surges forward cutting into the water like a giant knife cutting its way through life.
Splashes of water land on her hull and shine like diamonds.
The people watch hearts full of pride and excitement.
She is alive now and will serve them for many years.

poem by lindsay Dougherty
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Forgive Each Others Mistakes

I elevated you so high, and allowed myself to free fall.
I wouldn’t believe what I chose to become, as I hit life’s brick wall.
Do you remember looking into my eyes as we promised each other it all?
Feel nothing, as you watch me fall, and you stood there looking so tall.

But through my heartache I forgot that we can all make mistakes.
And even though you were the perfect girl in my eyes.
And even though I love what love creates.
In the end we are only human, and even humans can keep making the same mistakes.

So I’m pulling my last rip chord, and I’m saving myself from certain death.
I will hit the ground running, and moving forward with my every breath.

Now through the scattered pieces of my heart, I remembered that we can all make mistakes.
And even though I’m not fully fixed, this broken heart forgives an imperfect girl.
And even though I love what love creates.
In the end you were only human, and even humans can forgive each others mistakes.

poem by Midnight Writer
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I Don't Think The Wind Sings For Me Alone

I don't think the wind sings for me alone
even in this isolated space where it
silvers the leaves of the Russian olives
like musical scales. Or every thought and emotion,
every image, symbol, or insight
shares the same myth of origin that I do.
Nor all the words that I call my native language
weren't rooted first in someone else's garden.
As the air I breathe was, as the light that has entered
through many more eyes than mine. What I hear
doesn't belong to me, nor what I see,
my private vision. But when I don't grasp
at clouds and water, everything is my reflection
looking back at me as if there were no one there.

I disappear. And I feel my presence everywhere
as real as the sceptres of Queen Anne's Lace
growing old in the moonlight, or the blue fury
of the wild irises burning in their own fires
like the Pleiades. Who can understand
the circuitous wanderings of the mindstream
white water rafting its own axons in an empty lifeboat
when even the questions you raise about it are not your own?
I may well be that, but tonight, I'm not personally involved.
Things occur like spiritual events. The rat snake
strikes the frog, the shadow flash of a bird
transits the moon. Arcturus descends
before the Summer Triangle with the easy grace
of a light that doesn't realize it's being observed intensely.

And I wonder if we're actualizing each other
in some interdependently original way
that it knows as little about as I do.
Or the dead birch tree that's standing by both of us,
naked in its bones as a fan of coral.
Silly man, now you know how a fly
up against a window feels. Or how a mirror
that's deeper than either your eyes
or the light can see into, keeps its appeal.
Been wondering most of my life
in an aloof but wary mode of gratitude
about the great symphony of love and light and light,
like someone who's been hurt by someone they cherish
without knowing why. And whether to laugh or weep
at the absurd tragicomedies that keep appearing
like vulnerable mushrooms in my sleep.

But tonight, tonight, all I want to hear
is the whisper of a dropp of water running down the sluice
of a blade of stargrass. The eerie rustling of the leaves
as if the trees had something to say to me
about my presence among them that leaves me
half again as estranged as when I first came here
to enjoy a freedom that isn't just a matter of changing gates.

Sad man, but tonight I dance with thousands of waterlilies
under the chandeliers of the stars, in three four time,
as if I just remembered how to waltz with the bride
and bow to a flower like a lunar violin. My heart
doesn't look for its reflection in the fire pit
where I burnt all my life masks like straw dogs
when the sacred ritual was over. I denuded myself
basking in the clear light of the void, until
there was no one left, not even me, to notice.

poem by Patrick White
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The Ghost Dance

12 hours pass, flash by again twice
toll for the dead to awake again
the 8 o'clock rising still and eiry
as we follow suit of the sun dance
on hour goes by so quick so fast
and we blend to the pacing crowd
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
and look down into anothers distant eyes
hollow, gone and forboding us
what awaits beyond fleshy worlds
lust, gluteny, blasphamy and sloth
join in hands with thy brothers
vanity, gluteny and greed
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
throw back our heavy heads again
and scream to darken the clouds
let the rain fall let it wash us
pure as we now dirty and alive
distance apart us one key and two
unlock the secrets of time
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
loincloth needed to cover mine shame
as we're told as we are is imperfect
we cover and cower and hide
our shame merely shame to them
red, salty tears sting our black eyes
as again we cry for their loss
the beast srtuck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
and the beast be the sun dance
as time claims us all in the end
hand in hand with our brothers
we trace regrets as our ghosts
and dance in circles around their heads
red right hand of the devil baptise me
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance

poem by Sabrina Burton
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Water Of Love

High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely in every way
Got the flats all around me sky up above
I need a little water of love
Ive been too long lonely and my heart feels pain
Crying out for some soothing rain
I believe I have taken enough
I need a little water of love
Water of love deep in the ground
No water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
Itll carry that water of love to me
Theres a bird up in a tree sitting up high
Waiting for me to die
If I dont get some water soon
Ill be dead and gone in the afternoon
Once I had a woman I could call my own
Once I had a woman now my woman is gone
Once there was a river now theres a stone
You know its evil when youre living alone

song performed by by Dire Straits
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Dripping Water

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the horizon of heaven,
on the land, on the sand,
makes me happy, and so elated,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the dark black clouds,
on the leaves, on the tress,
gives them a slow quick bath,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the thunderstruck light,
on the eyes, on the cheeks,
makes everyone to turn the face up!

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the beauty of sky,
onthe mud, on the rivers,
makes musical splashes when gets strike,

Dripping water, dripping water,
everywhere!
from the love of vast scream,
to the beautiful murmors of land,
makes me sing, and dance.

poem by Tayyeba Mustafa
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California Promises

California promises
By: steve goodman
1983
Beneath the moonlit sky
Shadows walk beside the water
Sad goodbye whispered on the shore
Hear those wind chimes play
They serenade the shadow lovers
Ring and fade away
Like california promises
I will never love another
Wait for me, til I return
But she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still
To california promises
(guitar solo)
I will never love another
Wait for me, til I return
Though she never will
He waits for her beside the water
Faithful still
To california promises
(guitar solo)
- notes:
Guitar solo: earl klugh
Background vocals: rita coolidge, david lasley, arnold mcculler

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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How Dose It Feel?

blood trickeling down the wall
watch it drip watch it fall
as my heart hits the floor
i cant believe your words hurt more
as i read that i cant breath
its like my throat is closing
or im waiting to wake up screaming
as tears drag my red eyeliner down my cheeks
its like im distroyed and i finally am as dead inside
as i look on the outside
you asked me not to cry i couldnt help it
i remembered you telling me im beautiful
even if my makeup is running from my eyes
and down my face
sometimes i cant find my place
you told me you love me and you said you arent lying
and i want you to believe me when i say im trying
dont give up on me
dont let me fall
it hurts to see it all
i know how it feels to bleed
to want to get back at someone you love
because they have hurt you in some way
but i love you baby and thats not the way i want it to be
you mean everything to me
so please dont leave
just stay for me
even if i have to tare my heart out for you too see
it dose hurt to know what you did
and that your gone forever
but im still inlove with you and thats a fact
thats how i feel..

poem by Sandy Vanity
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