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Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, love,

Where The River Meets The Sea

What would I give to get a glimpse of your smile to have and to hold your heart for a while I want to meet you where the river meets the sea Leave your oars behind Set the barrier down and sail away with me. We'd sail away together to wherever the wind blows To our souls'velveteen gardens where blushed crimson bleeds its rose. We'd sail away forever to a secluded land I curl within your arms and hold on to your hand We'd lay on autumn's blanket Watch seagulls soar up high Flutterin'their wings above blue waters 'neath a mandarine sunset sky. What would I give to feel your fingertips brushing sand between my toes To taste your honey-dew breath as the moonlit cradle glows But,here I walk upon the sidewalk Each footprint leading home Under an antique street-lamp Standing on my own. And here I am singing a love song My shadow dancing free And there you stroll along the river-bank so far away from me.
This is a Re- repost( Its a poem I've posted here few years ago..and then reposted.. I re-repost it guess for the last time..for those who haven't read it there is always a line to revise along the way:)

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: devotion, inspirational love, prayer, religious, river, spiritual, spring, water,


sung buddhist prayers
released afloat spring rivers
    a skyward mist

Submitted on March 5, 2018, for contest HAIKU, THEME: WATER  sponsored by MICK TALBOT

Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: daughter, love, mother,

Audra Cady to Daughter: A Spoon River Poem

		I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
		who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
		to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
		even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
		use “psychologically damaging” responses like
		“What you just did was bad”!

		When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
		when you despised me--or seemed to--
		the experts' words came back to haunt me.
		Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
		not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.

		While the renowned psychologists were saying, 
		"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
 		I was watching you, not always from afar.
		When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
                privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting 
                to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
		that alienated you from those who really cared.

		Over time, something beautiful happened.
		You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
		As a parent, you have neither punished severely
		nor spoiled your childrenYou've limited 
		their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
		As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
		as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
		I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
		I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
		Perhaps I did enough while I was there.

January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd

February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, feelings, for her, garden, girl, happy, heart, how i feel, joy, kiss, love, music, poetry, relationship, river, romance, romantic, rose, simile, sky, write,

Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: love, hair, body, river, rose,

Farm Girl

On a Sussex farm works a golden haired girl
Surrounded by guys as she makes their hearts twirl
But her love and soul are miles away
In a Highlanders heart, she hopes to meet one day.
Its nearly a year since they were first in touch
As she's grown to adore him oh so much
Her delight will be, is too invite him down
And show him round her lovely town.
Her joy and smiles, as she holds his hand
Her heart pounding as she feels a million grand
Stopping for cuddles as they share a kiss
With her Highlander she's in sheer bliss.
The countryside where this English Rose stays
Flowering crops grow and animals graze
Noisy tractors Harvesters reap
Under a blistering sun, the baaing of sheep.
In her yellow dress, flowing golden hair
She takes his hand, as they climb the stair
Above up here is where we keep the hay
Again she takes his hand and down they lay.
Facing each other they start to kiss
This English rose in her mind she wish
To share her body with her Highlander
To adjoin their bodies as their loving stirs.
As they undress each other on this summers day
Bare skin warms the golden hay
Passions flow as their hands explore
Loving scent from their loving pores
Joys and sighs, they feel their bodies mix
Emotions and feelings in adrenalin fix.
Warmed and content,consumed in each others arms
Two heavenly bodies sharing each others charms
Kissing and cuddling on the flattened hay
As they stand up and look where they just once lay.
Dishevelled clothes, hair astray 
This loving couples summers play
Standing embrace their bodies quiver
Holding hands they head to the river.
At the river bank they undress each other
Under a shaded green leafy cover
Her naked body and long golden hair
Makes him proud to be standing there.
As they enter the river 
They caress and wash each other
Under this shaded leafed cover
They kiss and embrace to share their love
Under the leafy tree, chirping birds all above.
Heading home hand in hand
This loving couple feeling two million grand
They head to bed, spooned and cosy
This Highlander and his English Rosie.

Poem Details | by Nayda Ivette Negron |
Categories: feelings, love,

River Of Dreams

Lucid dreams
Recreate heaven
With redolent neroli scent
Gasping for a love breath to saciate burning desires
Embracing without restriction the ardent passion that stir two souls to kiss sweetly 


Poem Details | by Amanda Mawu |
Categories: break up, love,

Break up by the river

We said our goodbyes steps away from the Mississippi River
a relationship reminding me something like the water, deep, not very clean but beautiful nether the less 

The sun was setting and the guitarist nearby seronaded the vodka tequila whisky concoction in his flask

I grasped my mans hand as if I was falling from a cliffBecause I was...
He said the things that would break the heart of any other girl who was dangerously in love

But the air that night was so sweet that his words tasted like it
The sugar coated break up dialogue disguised our departure as just another warm, luscious night by the Mississippi River.

Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: inspirational, lovegod, god, life, love, men, river,

Mighty River

Power begins a trickle,
     Becomes a river,
          From the giver,
               Of a river!

Infinity of divinity,
     Infinity, unlimited,
          Infinity, power’s potential,
               Mighty river eventual,
                    Life’s essential,
                         Love potential!

Infinity of divinity,
     The beginning of thee,
           Many to see,
                Pure love light,
                     The holy sight,
                          Out of void night!
Matrix power,
     Becomes a might tower,
          As people of the power,
               Many think not, in the hour,
                    To keep humanity from sour!

Infinity of divinity,
     Many think not,
          To supersede,
               Our world in need,
                    Of a bleed,
                    Of hatred and greed!

The river will indeed,
     Plant new seeds,
          Of Christly speed,
               As the spirit pleads!

Souls under alter of wrath,
     Writ Love’s epitaph,
          Now voice their request,
               For a God that’s rest!

 The ancient of age,
     Turns to their page,
          And lays siege,
               Enough is enough,
                    Love is not a bluff,
                         The river has enough of world’s stuff!
Do men cry,
     Do men sigh,
          Depends on the eye,
                    Or mingled,
                         With new finagled,
                              Minded angle!
Or pure, and true,
     So true, it’s blue,
          A river,
               That will never,
                    Run dry,
                         Because of sty,
                              On mens eye!
Beware, take care,
     There is a false river,
          It runs along side,
               The true river guide,
                    It isn’t the giver,
                         The true river,
                              It will never deliver,
                                   Not a sliver,
                                        Of life in this river,
                                             Not of love’s river,
                                                  The life giver!
Central control,
     Very meek, but bold,
           Hidden in mind’s fold,
                God Gold!
 Form:Thought Drops (Of Love) 7-9-09

Poem Details | by Ronnie Shaffer |
Categories: lost love, relationship, romantic, love,

River of tear's

My love for you flow's like a riverIt's that cool winters breeze that makes my soul shiverTo see that smile upon your faceMy heart can rest from giving chaseTo feal your lips pressed against mineRun my finger tips down your spineThe feal of your skin so silky smoothI know I'll win there's tomuch to loseI once saw your eye's shine with gleaMy foolish lies that chased you from meFor all these years i've had you to holdNow from all these tears my face grows cold.How can I tell you about all this? How can I show you these things I miss? Like an arrow my love is trueMaybe tomarrow I'll know what to doAs for now I'll sit here and shiverWondering how to stop this tear filled river.

Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, lost, beauty, voice, heaven, beautiful, beauty, boat, day, earth, heaven, lost, love, river, voice,

The Boatmans Song 1/ Many

1/ To be continued in many parts

It was a different era and it’s a different story
Of a boatman and his enchanting melodies 
An Apsara* falling in love with that boatman 
But the boatman having a different love story  

The boatman used to carry simple villagers 
From one bank of the river, to its other bank everyday
While moving his boat on the river  
He used to sing those heart touching stories 

His voice in itself was a melody 
Bestowed on him by the Goddess Saraswati*
And his love songs were the songs of true love stories
Sung by the boatman, in full throated ease and beauty
While oaring his boat in the river side stream
Flowing between a Jungle, on one bank side of the river
And long sand dunes spreading  
All over the other non ending side of the river Ganges

Charmed by boatman’s voice and songs
And charmed by the beauty of the enchanting Jungles* 
Spread all along the one side bank of the calmly flowing river Ganges
His passengers used to get lost in the melodies of his songs
So long as his boat was moving from the sand bank of the river stream 
To its Jungle end every time the boatman carries some passengers

One day the echoes of his melodies crossed 
The airy levels of earth and started flowing
Like a soothing cool breeze, even in heaven
And charmed all the heavenly bodies in the court of Indra*
He listened them almost spellbound and became enchanted 
By the echoes of those unheard melodies of the boatman

Urveshi* who was a crown beauty among the Apsaras* of Indra* 
And was much more than, beautiful and charming
Among all the Apsaras of heaven, found her lost in hearing
The echoes of those love songs sung by the boatman 

Urvasi found one day after hearing those echoes 
That she was in love with them and became restless 
To hear the real songs of the boatman, while sitting before him
In his boat in the river Ganges on earth 

Urveshi asked the Lord of Heaven Indra*
If she can go to earth to hear the songs of the boatman
As the echoes of his songs had made her restless beyond imagination
She found that even she can not enjoy the heavenly pleasures
Till she quenches her thirst of listening the melodies 
Of that boatman, he was singing on earth

Kanpur India 4th January 2010

* Apsara=   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra=   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi=   One of the most beautiful Apsaras (nymph) of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology
* Jungle =  Forest

Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: devotion, faith, hope, love, nature, words, river,

Rather Small

Although it’s neither here or there
I do love the mountain air

Fresh and crisp with its own bite
The river flows through the blanket of white

It’s all in life that is pure and clean
The river sparkles with it’s own sheen

Up here in the air that is lighter than light
I open my soul through the words I write

Through my words I write out a show
For those who have never seen the snow

Every breath you take is like a dream
With eyes amazed at the beauty they have seen

You close your eyes to process it all
And realize we are rather small

Poem Details | by Meggan Rogalski |
Categories: confusion, imagination, introspection, life, loss, love, nature, river,

If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: angst, death, devotion, lost love, passion, sad, song-sympathy, river,

Sitting On the Dock With Rene

I left my home, it  wasn't  so gorgeous,
but I knew I could no longer stay
I had nothing to live for,
seemed like only sadness would come my way,
headed for any deep water bay,
sitten' on the edge of sadness,...
wasted by time.....time...

on the bay of grief and sadness
I sat and wondered aloud....
how can I feel so lonely....
even in the midst of a crowd?

sittin' on the dock of sadness bay

I was royal fodder for sorrow,
looked like just sh_t would be comin' to me
I wanted so much to hold him,
but somehow   fate would not let that be.....

so I'm sitten' on the fringe of cryin'....
every day.....ay, ay, ay, ay...

I'd whistle if I could...
and if it'd bring him to me
for just one more day...
but my throat is simply too.
clogged with tears
what can I say?

I sit on the riverbanks
of mighty river styx
the river I've longed to cross
so I could hold him once more...
but sadness has stranded me
here, on this lonely shore...

for Rene, my sister in sorrow,
among the millions of us in
the dark seas of grief....

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: love, river, sea,


The river,

that fed the sea of their love has run dry

and now

their thirsty for affection hearts

pray to Eros for the rain of warmheartedness 

to come!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     26 August 2018

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: love, ocean, river,


Love resembles the waters of a river that sooner or later lead one to the ocean: To God!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     04 October 2018

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: romantic love,

Crimson River

Crimson River O Crimson river of Autumnal leaves! The snow dove leans into her lover’s eyes. He glides his fingers o’er her soul - she sighs. The paddles splash between seaweed that cleaves. Surrendered lips sure shiver — blue star skies. O Crimson river of Autumnal leaves. The snow dove leans into her lover’s eyes. The scented pines along the lake — chest heaves. Adoration of dusk to dawn time thieves. The lovers kiss the shore of deft goodbyes. O Crimson river of Autumnal leaves. The snow dove leans into her lover’s eyes. He glides his fingers o’er her soul - she sighs... 6/12/2018 Madrigal Poem

Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, love, miss you,

Where The River Meets The Sea

What would I give to get a glimpse of your smile to have and to hold your heart for a while I want to meet you where the river meets the sea Leave your oars behind Set the barrier down and sail away with me We'd sail away together to wherever the wind blows to our soul's velveteen garden where blushed crimson bleeds its rose We'd sail away forever to a secluded land I curl within your arms and hold on to your hand We'd lay on autumn's blanket Watch the sea-gulls soar up high Flutterin' their wings above blue waters 'Neath a mandarine sunset sky What would I give to feel your fingertips brushing sand between my toes To taste your honey-dew breath as the moonlit cradle glows But,here I walk upon the sidewalk each footprint leading home Under an antique street light Standing on my own And here I am singing a love song My shadow dancing free And there you stroll along the river-bank so far away from me
For Nicola Byrne Contest : Long Distance Love P.S- A revised poem and first attempt to add a picture image,Hope it works ??

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: love, metaphor, relationship, river, time, together, water,


Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

From the rapids of youth,
To the flat waters of golden years

Contest: Some Form of Crystalline
Form: Verse : Parallelogram de Crystalline
Received an NA in the above contest.

Entered in Edward Ebbs's contest: Only for those NA's on 01.23.16
The contest calls for an explanation of what the poem means to the author:

This poem is a summary of life 
Cresting=growing up, 
misting=your effect on others and the world, 
'searching for another'=could be spouse, money, God, or just yourself, etc,        
Sacrifices=what you traded for what you wanted, 
cascading=life, time goes by so fast

Once you reach old age, hopefully your waters are calm (flat), and not still turbulent or made turbulent due to regret from choices and the trades you made in youth.

Poem Details | by Elizabeth Edemode |
Categories: pain, children, war, children, love, river, war,


By the river corner I sat and wept
Memories of the war flooding my mind
Imagines of rotting bodies everywhere
The smell of dying children pungent still
Starvation and molestation rampant
How did things degenerate so quickly?

At all turns reality hits me quick
In the gut, so full of the pain I weep
I spy times past when laughter was rampant
Stories about my childhood come to mind
Stories that my wife tells the children still
Of blue skies and green pastures everywhere

In these stories laughter was everywhere
The young ran around full of life, very quick
Young maidens abound then, gentle and still
Men in love at their feet threatening to weep
Gestures of love lived in the young man’s mind
And the giggles of maidens were rampant

Alas now, war cries have become rampant
Snuffing out the lives of men everywhere
Empathy has been vanquished from our mind
As the years pass by children grow quickly
Awakening into the horror, weeping
They seek revenge as bloodlust grows strong still

At last the war is over, all is still
Sadly not laughter but cries are rampant
Mothers, children, fathers, everyone weeps
The smell of decay pungent everywhere 
Spreading diseases and plagues, quickening
The fears and apprehension in our minds

Daily horrible sights assault the mind
And all through the nights we have nightmares still
We awake with a start, screams echo quickly
And all around insomnia is rampant
Bloodshot eyes, frail faces move everywhere
And everyone knows that all night they wept

Quickly I run, tears flowing rampant still
Everywhere I go, lost friends haunt my mind
By the river corner I sat and wept

Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: loss, love, mysterywedding, city, love, river, wedding,



In French Canada  no legend is more tragic than that of Celine, 
A beautiful Quebec maiden who, long  ago, fell in love with Alain
He  came galloping by on his white horse,  a handsome young marine -
They wanted marriage and  happily prepared their wedding plan.

They would go to the church  in a horse-drawn  carriage 
They would buy the  tidal watermill near their house by the river 
Next to  Montmorency Falls : a small whitewashed cottage
With garden and daisy flowers;  and he would become the  miller.

But one day Francois was  called to military action in a war terrible-
Every evening, pallid and wan,  she searched by the river  for her lover in vain.
Her beloved lost his life in battle, and Celine's bridal grief was inconsolable
“Alain,”  she called, convinced in her heart that they would meet again

After a year Celine could stand her  painful  loss no  more - the searching, the calls
One ashen moonlit night,  in her immaculate  pearl-blossom wedding  gown
She ran to the river, climbed onto the white horses of the misty Montmorency Falls
And disappeared  into mystery, as the swirling  ivory-silver waves swept down.

Calling his name, she slipped into the foamflowers Her snowy bride’s dress 
Was transformed into the falls’ watery cascade, and her long wedding-veil floated away
And became  a smaller waterfall nearby,   as she  swooned in the mist’s caress,
Listening  to  the soft loving words  she heard  Alain say          

On moonlit evenings  the  maiden  in white  is still seen through the misty cloud
Of shimmering water cascading like daisy petals off the falls in their course:     
They say that his name can be heard in the surf and spume  of the torrent loud  
“Alain,  my life-love,  wait for me on your white horse.”

This is a well-known legend about the tragic love  story of the White Lady of Montmorency
FallsThe waterfalls ( Les Chutes de Montmorency) are located between Quebec City and Ile
d'Orleans, on the StLawrence RiverThese spectacular foamy falls are well worth a
visit Their height is 50% greater than Niagara; and the nearby ancient city of Quebec is
unique in North America.

Poem Details | by Nigel Fox |
Categories: beauty, love, nature,

The River

River minnows

One of life’s sunshine days 
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen 
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance 
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down  
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades 
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light 
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, cheer up, crush, cute love, deep, destiny, earth, emotions, environment, feelings, first love, for her, future, i am, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, irony, love, meaningful, metaphor, motivation, moving on, nature, passion, pride, relationship, river, romantic, simple, soulmate, spiritual, strength, sweet, time, together, true love, water, woman, women,

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: adventure, fantasy, health, love, passion, romance, song-sweet, water, me, red, river, stars, sweet, water,

Sweet River Man

Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day
down by the river where I always liked to play
we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand
come on please be my sweet river man
We can call the wild geese up with a little dab of feed
or jump in the water a little too deep
in that old Red River we can laugh and sing
take me by the hand, make that leap

Write our names in a heart in the sand
you can be my sweet river man
and I'll be your sweet lady river friend
we can hold on for life and scare the catfish twice
anything’s possible that time of day
my white sundress is a little bit dirty
from that red water that always stays so murky

I wouldn't want to be any other place
than down by the river where I always liked to play
and when the moon comes out tonight
and the stars shine bright
your sweet river lady
is going to sing to her sweet river man under the moonlight

watch those stars shooting in the dark as you hold me tight
until we see the sun start to rise
yeah down on the river where I always liked to play
nothing’s changed much since I was just a babe
but now I share with my sweet river man, my favorite place to play

Poem Details | by YASEMIN BALANDI |
Categories: allegory, analogy, art, fishing, love, river, water,


An  alabaster jar

Amongst the discard

Embedded in the mud.

The fisherman

Well trained in the ancient art of picary

Catches a halibut

In the morn

It is the noonThe river is all but gone.

Dry as a boneA bona fide state for a river under the baking sun.

The harlequin fish now ARE all dead.

The cavities once called a river

Now await the rain for life to return in its core.

Still the alabaster jar

Among the discard- waiting to be fished out.

Next to the last alive pair of toads in amplexus.


Oh the river

The supreme life giverCalls for Anuket!

Times are desperate.

The sun is hotThe rain won’t fall.

Amethyst stones on its cracked banks

Glitter and reflect its sad facade.

The fisherman sits and grieves for the dry river

His eyes transfixed in the limestone.

Alas his halibut is still fresh

In the bucketHe reaches out and fishes out the alabaster jar.





Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: child, confusion, death, faith, fear, funeral, growing up, halloween, home, horror, image, international, life, loss, moving on, mystery, river, sad love, spiritual, suicide,

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short timeI was lifted by Jesus in Heaven Death is not for us to decide

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "

Poem Details | by Marycile Beer |
Categories: inspirational, life, love, school, spring, day, leaving, river, school, spring, time,

Ghosts of South Dakota part 1

   	The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile and wended it's way east departing to the northeast Though I never saw it 
in my day I imagine this was once a flood plain Yes, at one time this could 
easily have been the scene of flash floods The waters tumbling and sloshing 
their way across this insignificant piece of ground in a hurry to reach the exit 
Time had slowed the waters and erosion had taken it's tole, leaving the west and 
south in twenty to thirty foot sharp sandy cliffs The ground sloped to the east 
leaving a two foot drop off A sandy graded road approached the large heavy duty 
bridge, crossed and continued on as a trail road.
	It's summer and the Little White River gently rolls from bend to bend 
We are running back and forth across the bridge stopping now and then to lean 
over the rail and watch the Indian children splashing in the only deep spot It was 
first comers got the choice spot Big deal! Chest deep to a ten year old.
           We run off the bridge south The graded road crosses a big culvert 
allowing a small spring access to the river where it fans out at the point of entry 
We run through the crystal liquid turning it into chocolate and leaving dents in the 
once smooth sand This is a child's paradise Sand so pure, soft and powdery 
warmed by the sun The deeper we dig the cooler the sand becomes as it is 
joined by the moisture below.
	Our mothers put limits on our water sports First: we had to wait an 
hour after the meal to get in the water Second: polio was a concern in our day 
and we didn't get to play as often as we thought we should Third: we were not 
allowed to swim unless our mothers were with us With the gardening, house 
keeping and canning, we were lucky if we got to swim two or three times a week 
I guess that is why we spent most of our time on horseback.
	On the ridge north of the school stood a lookout tower In the long 
evenings we would be found always outside, either sitting on the steps, running 
up and down the fire escapes or in the front yard This was the only real green 
grass in the area It was fenced to keep cattle or horses from trampling it into the 
mirrored image of its surroundings This enclosure measured fifty by a hundred 
feet and was kept watered A large tree provided the only shade

Poem Details | by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: love, places, song-river,

Awa' aff the river shore

Awa' oan the Firth of Forth, 
high oan the famous brig', 
a laboring lad toils tirelessly 
in the cauld and bitter wind.

Awa' aff the river shore, 
a braw lassie waits for him, 
scourin' and roastin' tatties 
in a bonny wee but and ben.

The carls would hae him drinkin',
The cummers would pay him 'ahind the door,
but he oany has wan thing oan his mind
and she's awa' aff the river shore.


Away on the Firth of Forth,
high on the famous bridge,
a laboring lad toils tirelessly
in the cold and bitter wind.

Away off the river shore,
a braw lassie waits for him,
scouring and roasting tatties
in a bonny wee but and ben.

The carls would have him drinking,
the cummers would pay him behind the door,
but he only has one thing on his mind
and she's away off the river shore.

Glossary of terms:

* the Firth of Forth is the estuary of the River Forth in Scotland
   braw means fine looking
   tatties are potatoes
   bonny means pretty or handsome
   a but and ben is a modest two room cottage consisting of a kitchen and a main room
   a carl is a laboring man
   a cummer is a woman of questionable moral character
   to pay behind the door is to engage in sexual activity as a form of 'payment' for favors, services, or goods.

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: death, grief, lost love, river,

River of Pain

Where river reeds wave final hour
and faintest pleas of guilty wane,
pale tear drops salt her silken lips.
Crowned lady casts her closing bower       
Last candle burns o’er mirrored pain,   
sans lover’s stroke of finger tips.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/30/13
for Nette Onclaud's SENSES FOR A SESTET Contest


Poem Details | by Ian Foley |
Categories: loveme, love, me, river, sun,

Loves Disappointment


My braces are pinching me and I remove them but really I only want to get closer
The harder grasses prickling our arms but why does she complain so little

The sun beats down and the clagg is to swished away from exposed flesh
Her focus is love or lust or me for now at least

The wood wasp announces its arrival and stands still in the air and looks 
Too early for distraction he thinks and gone in a split second.

The summer sun beats down and hums as far as the eye can see
She arches her back a little and peels her long auburn hair behind her ear and smiles

Anticipation pent up amoungst the tall waving ears of meadow grass and poppy
She asks is this grass tall enough beside the river bank

The river chuckles and laps and quacks with ever notes of time going by
Again can anyone see us she saysDon't worry there's no one for miles.

She stiffens and recoils in a fractional notice and my torrent ebbs some what
I sit up on the tartan rugLook there is no one my love and I stoke her ankle

I turned my head to the river bank opposite to an anxious man sitting up too
The tall waving grass as if supporting the lone head of this man this courting spoiler 

My torrent disappears downA drive becomes my angered disappointment contained
My beauty in lace white and of steady eagerness then abates with my news

I told youI told youAnd her heart shows me no sad disappointment no loss
Gathering our selves and bits of grass dart away past cocks of meadowed hay   

Poem Details | by Daniel Turner |
Categories: depression, feelings, love hurts, sad,

The Brine River

I cried ouch from that old familiar pang
Swimming in the tepid river of brine
My prowess has diminished over time
Now rising is the river with the rain
Throw me a lifeline, I'm drowning in pain
I completely ignored the warning sign
My own handwriting posted on the pine
But my heart jumped in right over the chain
It wasn't long we were over our head
The current seemed to pull us farther out
We reached for memories to float upon
But the good memories had passed ahead
It won't do any good to scream or shout
The river of brine has already won

     an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner