POEM ABOUT WATER

WATER CIRCLES


trembling water
dark water reflects an image like a flower

pure and sharp
soft and obscure
ripens and fades
blooms and dies
over and over and over

in perfect circles
it feels real it smells rotten like renewing

like a leaf on the soil

water circles carrying my attention back to the
universe

WATER WORKS

Water works
When you are thirsty
And need a drink to kill your thirst
Specially when the weather is hot outside
You will need to drink lot's of water to stop you from being dehydrated
In this hot weather
Water is the best drink you can have
Water works
Also to wash your food down
When you are eating

A nice play

River

Dance a...

Rain...

River was run...

Rain also run...

Run to run...

Play

Rain water catch

River water...

River water catch

Rain water....

A nice play...you try too see...

dose it matter

i sit, wait, and wonder
why dose a the seed not grow
i water and water it all day long
i care and love it
but it dose not grow

dose it matter

i really wish it would take the water
wish it would take my care and water
but no it will not
it will not grow
it will lay, wait and wonder
why i am around
why i am here

trusting someone can be hard and hurtful
but when you trust someone and they dont trust you
the pain in worse

amphictyon

Amphictyon was the first to mix
his wine with just a little water;
all drinks have water in the sticks
but I prefer them to have them shorter.

To Scotch and vodka many add
some water or a tonic,
which I consider very bad,
although Amphictyonic.

RAINING, RAINING.....

It was raining, raning,
Non stop, blub blub, blub
It dropped on the shallow
Sheet of water flowing,
Making bubbles that burst
In merriment to the drops,
Childhood dawned
In the mind, when I made
Small paper boats
In the flowing water
Akin to the ship in seas,
The rain came down
In beautful shower as if
Sent down from the heavens,
Pure water droplets,
To cool the polluted earth,
Wash away all the wastes
Sins of our making,
Cars, scooters, splashing
The water sheets,
In a beautiful rythm,
To drench the passersby
Who went by under colourful
Umbrellas, like in a parade,
Raining, raining here,
Is oft the most beautiful sight.

Fish food

Big and

Big...

Glass water pot...

Clour clour

Fishes

Flying on

Water...

Right too

Left...

Left too

Right...

Very beauty full

Fishes do

Same time

Clean

The water

At eat the water dust...!

Why...

It also food

For fish...!

Tragedy In A Hot Shower

Tragedy In A Hot Shower

I hear a woman singing
in the shower

naked and pink and happy
she is singing a tragic aria

no more hot water
I shut it off

only cold water
very cold water

she is not singing any more
she is screaming
she is hollering
she is yelling
she is cursing

she proclaims aloud
my mother is a whore

real tragedy is not an opera
it cannot be sung
in a hot shower
or on a stage

a naked body
in ice cold water
that is a real tragedy

I Am...

I am water and fire
I wonder how long ill fight the smoke before the mist cools me down
I hear the crackling tearing me apart little by little
I see the bright light calling my name
I want the pain to end,
I am water and fire

I pretend this isn't real
I feel the burn hitting my skin
I toutch the flam to get away
I worry these feelings i feel won't go away
I cry as the flam burns my heart
I am water and fire

I understand why I feel this way
I say I'll get through this and run away
I dream to find myself someday
I AM water and fire

Impression: New Smyrna Beach a Few Days Ago

rhythm begins—

the soft slopsuck
of sea-wet siltysand

all filling in about my sinking feet



ok, I see:

jeweled carpet of cracked shells and pebbles coconutcolored




rhythm begins—
oh, I hear:

splayed water at my ankles
uncurling then collapsing - a flowing, foamingly unfurling flower


a point between two worlds



the antediluvian moondragged tide dances
with white hair windblown forwardly

a bleeding beast suspended in air:
thunderlungs
and stormcloud eyes crying on this seanoise

a symphony of water on water on water
on land:


sooozzshee hhssssh
rrshhheee issshooooohs




my brown eyes green seasalted

an ocean day is someway lovely during a thunderstorm.

Lotus Flower

Leaves peltate
drifts on water surface
Maintains its position
Even water rises
Like love that’s divine
When figured faith
and trust stands firm
On quiet water
it grows
Like pond ornamentals
Saturated oxygen
and poor soil
Its beauty represented
With hope everlasting
by an ancient Egyptian art
its beauty is delightful
it contains the gigantic
water lilies
of the Amazon
Heart’s yearning
Soul searching
Bear solitary
rather clustered flowers
Numerous and unfused
Resembles the most ancient
Flowering plants of life

Abandon to Physical Sensation

And I swam and swam and dived
into the waves and rode them out
and tumbled about and became a
water sprite and rolled over and
over in the shallow water and ran
into the waves, splashing up a
wide new ball-room dress, beautiful
circles of diamond glitter in the sun,
diving into the cool water again and
changing into a dolphin, water my
natural medium, experiencing sensory
ecstasy, swimming fast and deep,
feeling the delicious fatigue, turning
over and becoming one with the foam,
bubbling with the wave crest, in total
abandon to physical sensation…