Poetry 10

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Old lab-dog sitting

Watching autumn leaves blow by

Wishing they were bones.

Clay

Brown and red hues

Massaged into a spiraling collage.

Motionless earth, immovable and calm,

Yet giving the impression of movement

Through colors.

The swirls and waves of vermilion,

Maroon monsoons and

Golden foam,

Washing this way and that.

Blown glass, still soft and malleable,

An artist's touch.

Almost dizzying, the sense of

Swimming without motion,

Boiling froth, turning

Like the organic ingredients

Of a witch's brew,

Stirred gently with an

Enchanted ladle.

Where can I go?

 When I came out of the sink,

I saw the world so cool and neat.

I was so curious then I wondered,

Where can I go?

Then someone dumped me in a cup,

with other raindrops and put us outside.

In the hot sun I soon began to float.

Up and and up I went so high.

Soon a white puff hit me in the eye.

I stopped floating and fell until

I hit the puff of white.  Then we fell.

Another raindrop screamed SPLASH!! I hit the ocean.

And realized that there were places I could go.

Water

When I was very small, I thought I knew it all,

But all I knew is What is dew?

I thought precipitation was likes transportation, But it's not, not a lot.

Have you seen the beautiful sky?

Have you asked Why Why Why?

I think it's cool how you can use water for the pool

or the sink.  What else let me think!

Water, Water in the Stream

Water, water in the stream,

water, water look at me.

Water, water in the stream,

Water, water come with me and dance with me.

Water, water did you hear?

It's a music in my ears.

Water, water in the stream,

water, water did you see?

Water, water in the stream,

I've wrote a poem for you to hear.

Did you like it? Did you not?

Water, water in the stream.

Water, water talk to me.

Water is the World

Water is the world,

For animals galore

For different kinds of fish

And for more and more.

We all drink water

From rivers and ponds,

That gets collected,

From the rain that falls.

Save the water for me and you

Please do not waste it because

Water is the World for me and you.

The Many Moods of Water

As the water flows and the wind blows

I sit inside and look outside

Dreaming I could be water moving and free and doing whatever I please

As I star at my jeans and pick at the seams

While I listen to the sound of the streams I feel like it is just a dream

to see the stream reflect the sun beam, right back onto my jeans

As I sit and watch the morning dew while the sun is still at its morning hue

I think right then and wish again

I could be water flowing and cool and filling up a swimming pool

As I put on my sunscreen lotion looking out over the ocean

I think about its calming motion its effects the same as a sleeping potion

The shores of the ocean are free of commotion giving me peace as I apply my lotion

As I read about natures storms that are very far from the norm

I sit right then and don't wish again

That I could be water destructive and cruel and destroying a child's beloved school

As I watch the Olympic swimmer dive into the river

I watch the rippling waves and take a picture that my camera saves

The river reflects just a shimmer of the moon's silver shimmer

As I see a picture of a rainbow that fill child's thoughts as she lays on her pillow

I sit right then and wish again

I could be water making colors in the sky that are pleasing to the human eye

As I think about a small pond that a frog's whole life is based upon

As I think about the waters ripples it brings me a smile that shows my dimples

That water can be nurturing and caring and helping creatures become life bearing

As the water flows around the bend that leads straight into the river's end

I sit right there and I hope and hope and hope again

That everyone will watch the morning dew just as I like to do

Water is . . .

Water is sliding down my hair as I step into the rain, twirling and thinking.

Water is streaming down a woman's face as she learns that she won't see her "little soldier" again.

Water is crashing in huge waves at the beach and the spray of the ocean is hitting the sun kissed faces of children as they laugh and play.

Water is hammering against houses as it floods through and tears away everything a family knows in a Category 4.

Water is sloshing against many bathing suit-clad bodies in a water balloon showdown.

Water is sizzling and boiling as a lonely father tries to put together a meal with a bare pantry and a bare wallet.

Water is steaming as it is being heated up for a luxurious shower a long day of fun and a smiley face is drawn in a foggy mirror.

Water is pounding against a rooftop, lightning is cracking overhead, and people are swimming in their overflowing homes.

Water is skipping playfully over a pebbled stream, jumping and swirling into the air.

Water is being dumped into a young boy's face by his loving parents, trying to wake the tired boy up yet again.

Water is gone from those who need it most and children's tongues hang out of their mouths like a dog's pleading for one more drop that isn't there.

Water is being sloshed down a large slope gushing around the final turn of the best waterslide in the whole water park as laughs echo throughout.

Water is everywhere in motion and bringing devastation.

Water is around seeing us laugh and cry.

Water is sliding down my hair as I step into the rain, twirling and thinking.

The Water of Life

The water begins high

In the mountains where lies snow

It melts and begins as a trickle

It has so far to go

The water grows in strength

It flows fast and deep

Along its length

It has so far to go

The water provides life

Fish swim around and live

Bears and raccoons with claws like a knife

Catch and eat the fish

The water provides life

Animals and people with thirst

Come to the water

And drink until they about burst

The water is a mighty river

Moving fast and running deep

Changing the land

Creating wide canyons not easy to leap

This mighty river grows wide

And the water has become slow

The banks are far apart

The river can no longer grow

The river empties now

Pushing into the gulf

It has been a long trip

Because the water has so far to go

The Snowy Cave

There are some shiny icicles

hanging in a snowy cave.

Hanging so low that they

are melting into snow

and water

for polar bears to drink.

The bear's cheeks

are not looking pink.

The polar bears roaming free

Swimming in an ocean

Eating fish

like royalty.

The River  

She starts at the mountaintop,

runs down to the valley,

forming rivulets and gullies.

Always there, ever-changing,

across the vastest plain ranging.

Goes through forest, vale, and meadow,

faster than the swiftest arrow.

Fringed by willow, oak, and yew,

that knew not by what beauty they grew,

the River murmurs, babbles, and roars,

along her swift and ambling course.

Strong and powerful, never tamed,

fiercer than the wildest flame,

she captures moonlight, stars, and sun,

and holds them until their glint is done.

Endlessly churning, never ceasing,

things in her grip, never releasing.

She shines like silver, bright as the moon,

she lights up even the darkest gloom,

more brilliant than the brightest star,

a gem that time cannot mar.

The River goes on, on to the Sea,

a power mightier than even she.

The ocean holds on to her, not letting go,

until time ends,

where none can go.

Tranquil Lake  

The lake trembles as I toss a lukewarm, gritty stone

Unerring, impeccable arcs swirl and build on each other

I look around.

Little brilliant flashes of color twinkle before my eyes.

Gently, tenderly, raindrops plop into the lake,

Altering the sun's reflection

But they also are echoing drums.

Far away, making its call, changing

Taking their stand,

In how water should stay uncontaminated.

The lake,

With its peacefulness and majesty,

It is hushed and moving.

Rain

A smudge of grey lingers along the horizon

A gust of wind sweeps through the fields of grain

Creating a wave of golden wisps  

drip drop  

The petite droplets of rain shower down to nourish

The hungry earth

drip drop

I feel the cool tears from the sky

Stream down my dry face

Refreshing, replenishing, ahh..

drip drop

As they fall they sing a song,

drip drop drip drop

they form a melody beckoning me-

Slow down

Don't rush

Relax

Calm  

drip drop

All is fun and games till

BANG!

Lightening strikes again,

crashing the party 

drip drop

drip drop

rain

Dances of the Seasons  

Dances follow the speed and rhythm of the music

Seasons follow the weather and time of the Earth

This may be a pair found highly comic

But their likeness is found in season's birth

Spring Salsa the awakening of the world

Plants just start their long trek of growth

Sleeping animal have finally uncurled

Easy movements to the crazy beat spring and the salsa have both

Summer Swing growth and time take place

Crops grow with no end in sight

Will time bounces away with an unknown grace

Bouncy but slow the Summer Swing takes flight

Fall Foxtrot harvest and preparation start

Leaves fall to the ground following a beat so low

The ground becomes bare removed to leave a rarely seen art

Slow and syncopated the Fall Foxtrot is a complementing combo

Winter Waltz silence and poise take over

Snow blankets the world in tranquility

Skeletons of trees are seen by the acre

Flowing and basic the Winter Waltz is a beauty

Seasons continue their endless dance

One fading as another just warms up

Each completing itself in the perfect stance

Dances of the seasons is a perfect line up

Old Skinny Twig

Old skinny twig,

Kin of a mighty tree,

Now delicate and fragile,

Worn down by time,

A useless dead branch

Perfect for a fireplace

Hidden to be Found

As I walk along the seashore

feel a sudden breeze.

smell the salt

Of God's creation.

The little grains of sand

tickle my toes, while

Broken seashells

Hurt like shattered glass.

In the middle of a tide pool

A perfect shell

Lies hidden to be found.

River of Words

The sky is a

dark

gray

cell.

The trees are

brown and

withering . . .

to the ground

The ocean is a

seaweed green

waves                        with

            crashing                  rage

The birds are

scavenging

for food.

The wind is

blowing                                                 our earth angrily away

What happened to our world

when the skies were once blue?  

When the trees were once green?  

When the ocean was a calm teal?  

When the wind was calm

and swift?

When the world was

different?

Relics of an Abandoned Childhood

Below the mattress

Below the bedspring

is the place where balls of dust roll along like tumbleweeds.

The place where no one ventures

The place where all lost things go

Everything no longer wanted finds its way here.

Those tarnished silver earrings from Nana are here,

Still in the black velvet box.

Along with the desire for pierced after the earrings fell out one night

And the holes partially closed.

Along with the acrid sting of the rubbing alcohol and searing pain of the shining needle

As it slowly impaled the fleshy earlobes.

The grubby Converse high-tops are here too,

caked with mud, clay, and bits of leaves from the parched creek.

Broken crayons are scattered in and around the shoes.

Everywhere

These from the 'Mommy, look what I drew' days,

Mixed among these are inkless pens,

The Clue box with weapons and suspects nowhere to be found,

And the 'Swan Princess' VHS that forcibly, cruelly drew tears when the tape shredded, leaving Odette to be a swan forever.

Beautiful Disaster  

I see into the depths of the water

And am captivated

By the swirls within the ocean

I succumb to the pull

Like the waves succumb

To the gravitational pull of the moon

I submerge myself within the depths

Allowing the euphoria to take over

Simply enjoying the feel of the water

Washing over my skin

I drift into nothingness

Allowing the water to soothe my soul

Completing the essence of calm

Within my soul

As the adrenaline drains itself from my body

I release myself from the pull of the water

Air drying as the small rivulets of water

Roll down my body

Glistening in the light of the waning moon

I continue my midnight walk on the beach

I see where the ocean once was

And am captivated

By the never-ending sand

I succumb to the depression

Like the human race succumbed

To Global warming

I fall to my knees

Allowing the tears to fall

Simply praying this won't happen

Running the sand through my hands

I throw myself into the new desert

Feeling the aggressiveness

Flowing through my body,

My mind

As the anger exerts itself

I release myself from the depression

Allowing the air to calm me

I roll over in the sand

Returning to my eternal slumber

Smoke  

I           The cursive bone-white fingers sail on with no trace of before.

These curly comforts hook our dwindling state - bare minimum brain function - parting and braiding and parting and braiding nose to mouth

nothing can ever be as close to us as this: in our blood, our breath.  Fusing then furling away.

II           The dirt stage picks up into a sprout of feet bearing almond moccasins and the fading fuschias of henna.  Migratory masses lurk and sway at their superiors.  At eye level, realization materializes into rigid profiles and drifting sweat particles.  That steady hum the earth emits sounds familiar � is it actual or lyrical thunder? I forget in an instant, in the time it takes for the last strands of light to drive into the ground.

III          Every breath, inhale, expansion of lungs fuzzes up your vision and you come back reeling.  Windows all the way up, then spider-webby against a tree.  pricked into the boy's face next to me, eyelids still as stone.

The River Dance  

She twirls and swirls about the room,

Weightless and graceful;

She has a calm, smooth rhythm

Like a leaf floating down the river in the cool summer breeze

An obstacle approaches;

a boulder juts out from around the river bend

The lithe child falters,

While the sleek river glides underneath her feet

The child does not surrender to defeat;

She slowly inches around her obstacle,

and returns back into the mainstream of the course.

It was as if her river dance had not been disrupted at all