The Lamia
Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. he writes death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. he moves to the corner where the scent is stronge
Scovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. he tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. the perfume is even stronger on the other si
D he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy.
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. it is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. the walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. from ou
The mist on the water comes a series of ripples.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze hes gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of -
Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards rael. each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. his horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eye
W their welcome. the lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. as soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. the lamia
The liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the sirens call:
Rael welcome, we are the lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.
They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and
R bodies are shaken. distraught with helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. in a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and strug
To leave his lovers nest.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, we all have loved you rael.
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which Id lain entwined
O lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
song performed by by Genesis
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Ripples
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise,
They got pretty blue eyes.
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange -
Looks strange, looks strange.
Marching to the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand,
Pulls you down on your knees,
While youre down a pool appears.
The face in the water looks up,
And she shakes her head as if to say
That its the last time youll look like today.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Sail away, away.
The face that launched a thousand ships
Is sinking fast, that happens you know,
The water gets below.
Seems not very long ago
Lovelier she was than any that I know.
Angels never know its time
To close the book and gracefully decline,
The song has found a tale.
My, what a jealous pool is she.
The face in the water looks up
She shakes her head as if to say
That the bluegirls have all gone away.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Theyve gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
Ripples never come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Oh, theyve gone to the other side...
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
The ripples never come back, come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Theyve gone to the other side
Ripples never come back
Sail away, away...
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Lilywhite Lilith
He stands by a middle-aged woman, with a very pale skin who is quietly talking to herself. he discovers she is blind and asking for a guide. whats the use of a guide if you got nowhere to
Uot; asks rael. Ive got somewhere to go, she replies if you take me through the noise, Ill show you. Im a creature of the caves and I follow the way the breezes blow.
He leads her across the room and they leave the crowd, who dismiss their departure as certain to fail.
The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud.
I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, please help me
Through the crowd
said if I helped her thru she could help me too, but I could
See that she was wholly blind.
But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna take you thru the tunnel of night
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
When through the door, the woman leads rael down the tunnel. the light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step rael often stumbles in the darkness.
After a long walk they arrive in what rael judges to be a big round cave, and she speaks a second time asking him to sit down. it feels like a cold stone throne.
Rael, sit here. they will come for you soon. dont be afraid. and failing to explain any more she walks off. he faces his fear once again.
When Id led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow.
She said let me feel the way the breezes blow, and Ill show
You where to go.
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said theyre
Coming for you, now dont be afraid.
Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna take you thru the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite lilith,
She gonna lead you right.
A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. as it grows brighter, he hears a non-metallic whirring sound. the light is getting painfully bright, reflecting as white off the wa
Ntil his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness.
She leaves me in my darkness,
I have to face, face my fear,
And the darkness closes in on me,
I can hear a whirring sound growing near.
I can see the corner of the tunnel,
Lit up by whatevers coming here.
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of white light fills the air.
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In The Rapids
He dives down into the cold water. at first he is thrown onto the rocks, and pulled under the water by a fast moving channel, which takes him right past john, down river.
Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight,
Its only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight.
In the cold, feel the cold
All around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound.
Rael manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. as john is carried past, rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm. he knocks john unconscious and t
Ocking themselves together, he rides the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.
Striking out to reach you
I cant get through to the other side,
When youre racing in the rapids
Theres only one way, thats to ride.
Taken down, taken down
By the undertow
Im spiralled down the river bed,
My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock thats firm,
Im waiting for john to be carried past.
We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast.
But as he hauls his brothers limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. he staggers back in recoil, for staring at him with eyes wide open is
Ohns face - but his own.
And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
Have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one
No-one left to keep.
Hang on john! were out of this at last.
Somethings changed, thats not your face.
Its mine - its mine!
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Cuckoo Cocoon
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. he is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. the only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering
T. he guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess Im losing touch.
Dont tell me this is dying, cos I aint changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Theres nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that Ive known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that Im alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this cant be real
But I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if Im a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail
- or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - Im still rael and Im stuck in some kind of cave.
What couldve saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Chamber Of 32 Doors
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. it is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. there is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. from the sh
G, rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. their voices get louder and louder until rael screams shut up! there is a momentary silence and then rael finds h
F the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
At the top of the stairs, theres hundreds of people,
Running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
Their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
Id rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
Hell smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
Id rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Dont need any shield,
When youre out in the field.
But down here,
Im so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that Ive walked through
Brings me back here again,
Ive got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
And theyre all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else theyre pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
Id rather trust a man who doesnt shout what hes found,
Theres no need to sell if youre homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He wont take me for a ride.
Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
Ive nowhere, nowhere to hide.
Id give you all of my dreams, if youd help me,
Find a door
That doesnt lead me back again
- take me away.
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In The Swimming Pool In The Park
Your sister called her
the girl in the red beret
and there she was
in the outdoor
swimming pool
in the park
her gran sitting
in the stands knitting
and Janice saw you
and said
Fancy seeing you here
can you swim?
You stood
in the shallow end
of the pool
in your blue trunks
looking at her wet fair hair
clinging to her body
and her eyes bright
in the sun's afternoon light
No not so far
you replied
I can
she said shaking water
from her hair and head
I can swim the length
and back almost
you looked over
at Jimmy in the pool
talking to friends
she touched your hand
and said
I can show you
how to swim
and she smiled
and you felt her hand
on yours and hoped
Jimmy wasn't looking
seeing her touch you
Maybe another time
you said
pulling your hand away
and plunging it
into the water
I've got to go
you said
my friends
are waiting for me
and she looked at you
her eyes now sad
and she said softly
No stay with me
I like it
when you are near me
and she stood there
in her pink swimsuit
her hair sticking
to her face
her eyes watery and blue
and gazing hopefully
(the noise and laughter
from the pool
momentarily shut off)
at seven year old you.
poem by Terry Collett
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By the bank of the river
Nestled in the valley of hope
Down by the river of dreams
A beautiful girl with silvery hair
Ponders her future, unpicking the seams
She circles a twig in the water
Waits until the twirling blue subsides
She looks at herself in this mirror
And doesn't like what she finds
You see, in this natural looking-glass
She can stare into the windows of her soul
See what is masked by the beauty
A heart that feels hollow and old
This cinderella-like creature
Who, has let far too many years pass
Sees the lines etched on her face
They can't be erased, they will always last
But the scars run deeper on the inside
They are raw and vivid and red
The balm of life won't soothe them
Until her misgivings have all been said
So, from this point, where does she turn?
How does she change this life of hers?
Sitting all alone by the bank of the river
Being watched by the wise green firs
She looks to the skies for inspiration
She lets the sun bathe her face in gold
But the only answers she'll find are within
It was a long time ago, her soul was sold
She gently rises to her bare feet
Looks left and then right, not sure
Should she walk along the path of truth
Or surrender to the sweetness of dark
This lost, lonely mannequin
Loosens the velvet ribbon from her hair
She tosses it into the water and watches
As it floats away, but she's not scared
Suddenly she realises the answer
She feels calm and smiles to herself
Gently letting the coolness pool around her
She waits until there's nothing else.....
poem by Michelle Tiddy
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Subterranean for M lady Deana
Cascades of crystal water flow
into the waiting pool below.
The force and power of the descent
Renders the water turbulent.
Although hemmed in by rocky walls,
the pool beneath the water falls
is never known to overflow.
I wonder where the waters go.
Far, far away a river flows.
I have been told by one who knows.
Its source is that same rocky pool
which send its waters clear and cool
By secret streams deep underground
to where an exit can be found
A pathway to the world outside
to form a river deep and wide.
Close by its brink I sit and think
as shy wild creatures come to drink.
His explanation could be true
a train of thought which I pursue.
At last I find I must accept
this rather startling new concept
Which solves for me a mystery
I need no longer wonder why.
That distant pool won’t overflow
it has some outlet down below.
Which sets the pent up waters free
to run swiftly and secretly.
Through passages unknown to men
until it can emerge again.
Into the light where it can be
a broad stream dreaming placidly.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Survial.
Water comes from the river origin is clean,
I wash my head.
Water comes from the river branch is dirty,
I wash my feet.
Oh sure, when water in the pool is clean,
I jump in to swim.
But, when the pool is dirty, I leave at once,
And quit my job.
Oh who’s the original source not let me clean?
Keep my head and body clean without water?
How can I keep my head clean in the river?
How can I keep my body clean in a pool?
What is going on about the water?
How could I live in this world?
poem by Albert Wong
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There Is A Swimming Pool In A Small Town (Orléans Rondel Prime)
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where some bikini clad girls draw the eye,
with skin tanned to mahogany brown,
where from a diving board people dive down,
where time gets wings and quickly rushes by.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky,
where a myriad of beautiful girls daily lie,
where the garden is somewhat overgrown
and children buy sweets, chips and pie,
while teens frolic until the sun does die.
There is a swimming pool in a small town
where water sparkles as blue as the sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Cool Water
Words and music by bob nolan
Revised lyrics by joni mitchell
All day I face the barren waste
Without a taste of water
Cool water
Old dan and i
Our throats slate dry
Our spirits cry out for water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin dan
Some devils had a plan
Buried poison in the sand
Dont drink it man
Its in the water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin free
Waitin up ahead
For you and me
Cool clear water
The nights are cool and Im a fool
Each star is a pool of water
Cool water
But come the dawn
We carry on
We wont last long without water
Cool clear water
Keep on movin dan
Were still in no-mans land
Dry bones and sand
People never planned here for water
Cool clear water
In my mind I see
A big green tree
And a river flowin free
Waiting up ahead for you and me
Cool clear water
The shadows sway
They seem to say
Tonight we pray for water
Cool water
And way up there
If you care
Please show us where
Theres good water
Cool clear water
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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It
Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. in a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer soli
Ontained in one or the other. in this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. with a sudden rush of energy up both spinal c
S, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.
All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence.
Over to you.
When its cold, it come slow
It is warm, just watch it grow
- all around me
It is here. it is now.
Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
It is chicken, it is eggs,
It is in between your legs.
It is walking on the moon,
Leaving your cocoon.
It is the jigsaw. it is purple haze.
It never stays in one place, but its not a passing phase,
It is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here. it is now.
Any rock can be made to roll
If youve enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favourite hole
It is the hope for the dope
Who rides the horse without a hoof
It is shaken not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.
When you eat right through it you see everything alive
It is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious, youve been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
It is here. it is now
It is real. it is rael
cos its only knock and knowall, but I like it...
song performed by by Genesis
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The Colony Of Slippermen
The arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, he finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. when they catch sight of him, the entire street of distorted figures burst into laughte
E of the colony approaches him.
Rael:
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Till I came upon this dirty street.
Ive never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet,
Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say hellay.
He is grotesque in every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps. his lips slip across his chin as he smiles in welcome and offers his slippery handshake.
His skins all covered in slimy lumps.
With lips that slide across each chin.
His twisted limbs like rubber stumps
Are waved in welcome say please join in.
My grip must be flipping,
Cos his handshake keeps slipping,
My hopes keep on dipping
And his lips keep on smiling all the time.
Rael is a little disillusioned, when the slipperman reveals that the entire colony have one-by-one been through the same glorious romantic tragedy with the same three lamia, who regenerate thems
Every time, and that now rael shares their physical appearance and shadowy fate.
Slipperman:
We, like you, have tasted love.
Dont be alarmed at what you see,
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me.
Rael:
Me, like you? like that!
Slipperman:
You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begun
You better run and join your brother john.
Amongst the contorted faces of the slippermen, rael recognises what is left of his brother john. they hug each other.
A visit to the doktor
John bitterly explains that the entire life of the slipperman is devoted to satisfying the never-ending hunger of the senses, which has been inherited from the lamia. there is only one escape ro
A dreaded visit to the notorious doktor dyper who will remove the source of the problems, or to put it less politely, castrate.
They discuss the deceptively-named escape for a long time and decide to go together to visit the doktor.
Slipperman:
Youre in the colony of slippermen.
Theres no who? why? what? or when?
You get out if youve got the gripe
To see, doktor dyper, reformed sniper - hell whip off your
Windscreenwiper
Rael:
John and I are able
To face the doktor and his marble table.
The doktor:
Understand rael, thats the end of your tail.
Rael:
Dont delay, dock the dick!
I watch his countdown timer tick....
The raven
They survive the ordeal and are presented with the offensive weapons in sterile yellow plastic tubes, with gold chains. people usually wear them around their necks, said the doktor h
G them over. the operation does not necessarily exclude use of the facility again, for short periods, but of course when you want it you must provide us with considerable advance warning.&
He places the number into a tube,
Its a yellow plastic shoobedoobe.
It says: though your fingers may tickle
Youll be safe in our pickle.
As the brothers talk themselves through their new predicament, a big black raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs raels tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air in his
Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky.
Its a supersized black bird that sure can fly...
The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He take the tube right out of my hands
Man, Ive got to find out where that black bird lands.
Rael calls for john to go with him.
And he replies I will not chase a black raven. down here you must read and obey the omens. theres disaster where the raven flies.
Look here john, Ive got to run
I need you now, you going to come?
He says to me:
John:
Now cant you see
Where the raven flies theres jeopardy.
Weve been cured on the couch
Now youre sick with your grouch.
Ill not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low.
So once more john deserts his brother.
Rael:
He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
Id hoped hed show just some concern.
The bird leads rael down a narrow tunnel, he seems to be allowing him to keep at a closed distance. but as rael thinks he might almost catch hold of the bird, the tunnel opens and finishes at an
Mous subterranean ravine. casually, the raven drops his precious load into the rushing waters at the bottom. its enough to drive a poor boy ravin mad.
Seeing the dangers of the steep cliff, our courageous hero stands impotent and glowers.
Im in the agony of slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But Im running so very hard with everything that Ive got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
Im on top of a bank too steep to climb
I see it hit the water just in time
To watch it float away...
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Memory Of Water
(music: marillion lyrics: john helmer)
I wonder if my ropes still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory of water?
wonder if a king still fishes there
His back toward the burned out air
His laughing catches singing loud
The memory of water
Your taste is blood and ecstasy
But I must drink you all alone
Youre freckled like a speckled egg
A dove but this bird has flown
O stay with me sweet memory
O stay with me
Wonder if my ropes still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
As pain flows through me like champagne
Of the memory of water
song performed by by Marillion
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Prodigal Son
Listen to me lamia, listen to what Ive got to say.
Ive got these feelings, and they wont go away.
Ive got these fears inside thatll bring me to my knees.
Oh help me lamia or Im sure Ill die, oh please.
I feel unsettled, now I know that Ive done wrong.
Ive messed around with mystic things
And magic for too long.
I feel Im being paid with this nightmare inside me,
The devils got a hold on my soul
And he just wont let me be.
Im on my knees, oh help me please.
Im on my knees, help me please.
Oh lamia please try to help me.
The devils got a hold of my soul and he wont let me be.
Lamia Ive got this curse, Im turning to bad.
The devils got a hold of my soul, and its driving me mad.
Oh lamia please try to help me.
The devils got a hold of my soul and he wont let me be.
Lamia Ive got this curse, Im turning to bad.
The devils got a hold of my soul,
And its driving me mad. oh
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Water: The Gift From Nature!
Water, water, and water
The most purest sign of virtue,
How wonderfully nature has indebted us with this gift,
An offer that none can resist
Oh water, water, water
Comes in all forms of states
Solid, liquid, and gas...
Packaged in all forms of life,
That subtle taste that we cannot taste,
That deep fragrance that we cannot smell,
As it falls onto your smooth skin and romances around your body,
That reassurance in the body which rests the mind,
That horrific depression if suppressed from,
Energy replenished, mixed in all sorts, organic and inorganic, for it were not for thy water, how could you fabrish the presence of life?
poem by Sahil Mamtani
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Courage is setting yourself free
As she maneuvered
her entourage
of a motorized wheelchair
trained assistance dog
and personal assistant
into the Olympic size swimming pool
at the health club
I thought that it was
a nice idea
to come and sit
at the edge of the pool
and that it would probably
be therapeutic
or at least a refreshing
change of place
for someone in a wheelchair
but she scooted her vehicle
into front of the first swim lane
and as she was chatting to her assistant
the dog just sat there by the door
resting
her assistant reached behind her and
lifted her torso up and placed
her at the edge of the pool
as I was sitting in the
nearby whirlpool
at 4: 30 in the afternoon
I became curious
about what they were going to do next?
was the parapaligic
going to just go in the water
and sit or was there something more in store
when she was tossed in the water
I realized she must have been a swimmer before
you could tell by her upper body
that she had once had a sleek form
that swimmers have
powerful shoulder muscles
she started with a back stroke
her thick arms making a V stroke
her clenched fists
providing an engine to paddle her body
down the lane
since she had no control over her legs
the graceful placement of her head
during her swimming stroke
face up in the pool
forced her knees to come up
to the surface
this improvised technique
had half her body moving furiously
and the other half
the useless half
being dragged behind
she had an unusual turn
in which instead of using the wall
of the turn to propel off
she turned first sideways
and then circled back
and went on her way
but as she finished the turn
I saw a peaceful look
on her face
she had found
freedom of movement
once again
in a swimming pool
one of the most dangerous places
to be in
when you have lost control
of most of your body
poem by Oscar Mireles
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At the fountain in the ranges
Something stirred below the water
of a pool,
where a fountain splashes in.
There was no wind
and the long grass was motionless
and the branches of a sugar bush,
hanged somewhat protecting
over the pool
It was early morning
and the pool was still dark
and in its depths,
there were black spots
that stirred ominously.
When the day got brighter
a sunbird came to drink water
and looked time after time,
at its image on the water.
.
There were water beetles
that played in circles
and tadpoles, .
swimming up and down
and a dragonfly hanged suspended
above the water
Life was trapped for a moment
and out of the depths
a predatory fish appeared
and when the dragonfly touched the water,
it disappeared into the bill of the fish
and into the depths.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Pool of Blood
A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.
A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.
A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.
When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.
A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.
What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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