#flowing
Rivers flowing down
across the land to the sea
have no other way
__________
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
To be in mortal confusion calling for too much good sense,
to be ingrained, confabulations anchored on a moral sense,
since why is often asked…
by innocents, defined as new to words,
and by comparison to word users,
speechless, slack jaw awe, so
lacking fancy forming information,
missing meanings while playing let us
leave reality there, and think a while as us
be am used, being as used to think a while be
with nothing less than an instance in persistance
once, another story started
just right
went off the cliff caused
by persuasive
withholding
of information known, shown,
by truth… per se… knowing uses fructify,
by impressing motion picture sensibilities,
by vision
television using early fifties missionary zeal,
jealousy with a z, and testimonies, on the radio
in that 53 Studebaker test drive, we hit a buzzard,
a turkey buzzard, feasting on a coyote, east of Yucca,
headin' west, just listening to anything, to ease
the tension in those times, no seat belts, windows down,
the Sunday drives, to get in the mood,
for the kids to take a nap.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
The water in my well is deeper and no longer bitter.
The river of life flowing into me and flowing out from me is no longer just a trickle in a sunbaked riverbed.
No matter how long
and hard the
journey has been
I take back what I lost
I take back what I wasted
and I take back what
was taken from me
whilst locked in a universally
human functionalized social
and spiritualized trance.
I take back my hope!
I take back my faith!
I take back my peace!
I take back my joy!
I take back what
was taken from me!!!
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
I write to be free,
flows right out of me;
when Inspired to write;
It comes rapidly.
My mind steady ponders,
A world full of wonders,
encouraged to Inspire, as
I ever so desire.
My pen steady moving, and
minds steady grooving,
it's as easy as walking,
let my pen do the talking.
B.R.
01/12/2023
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:07 PM UTC
As you hold me in your arms
Our fingers entwined together
A current of energy
flowing from your body to mine
So strong and exhilarating
I melt into you
My heart racing
my breathing erratic
I feel like , I could explode
From this overwhelming feeling & energy
Your energy and soul
connecting to mine
I have never felt you like this before
and , I can’t wait to feel you like this again
©Jennifer L DeLong 10/02/17
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:54 PM UTC
In my New Day I arose from my
screen-tent-mole-hole-flimsy-bomb-shelter-for-my-soul
and walked down to the banks of the mighty Missinabi River
at the Mattice Landing
with dog’s leash in one hand and my right hand
leading lady’s in the other hearing and feeling tall grasses
swishing against my pant legs
and the crunch of course sand under my feet that once trod fields of green tall grasses swishing against my pant legs in the meadows and rocky woods of
my childhood and youth where I spent summers working
at my Auntie and Uncle's farm in
Canada's Northern Ontario region and in the woods and along the banks
of the Lackawanna River just over the **** behind
the home of my childhood and youth in the Anthracite coal
region of the American Northeast which is light years away from the land of my birth where I now live in this Northern Ontario port in the middle of a deep
cold sea of countless
converging
never-ending
rivers
lakes
trees
swamps
bogs
muskeg
and mountains of snow
where snow white and black flies fly freely.
I am always trying to go deeper into the trees and bush
burning deep inside my heart of hearts to follow the Moses
that is in all of us.
This eternal Voice in pebbles crunching
under foot and tall grasses swishing and canoe parting
waters that flow deep in my mind and spirit ~ once only
winding past burning villages where humans **** and pillage
~ but now also following a more
pastoral idyllic and super-natural course.
A vagabond never quite understands the working-class
woman and man living their small dream with their offspring and slice of land.
I thought they were all ostrich with head in sand.
But I now see that we can't all afford to brood as I often do over the daily news.
They must rise early the next morning alarm clocks not set on snooze.
work ethic
family hearth and home
days of scent
of freshly mown grass
barbeques
campfires
tea kettle whistling
coffee maker brewing
children playing
TV and music blaring
dishes rattling
in sink or
swim in the lake
Loosen the watertight mind drum and just dive into the
crunch of pebbles under foot treading fields of green tall
grasses swishing against pant legs...
Not only wishing
but going deeper into the trees and bush burning
speaking to our primeval consciousness.
This eternal Voice in pebbles crunching and tall grasses
swishing
The whooshing sound of wading in a stream streams
through my soul as I savour the body taste of wet gritty sand
between my fingers and toes crouched down wet-crotch deep waiting long enough for minnows to tickle fingers and toes as mosquito’s pin-prickle skin
Watching creatures much smaller than I gliding
even walking on calm still water which we humans can only dream of doing in our motorized sleep.
I think I now understand:
To not be constantly mourning the plight of the human isn't being ostrich with head in sand.
I must keep gunning-off obsessions alluring stare.
I must taste life
Smell and feel life
Enjoy life outside of my troubled mind
against the backdrop of the latest holy war
and the imploding creations of our kind.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Channeling new feelings, to stay locked in the now.
I am able to do this, though I do not know how.
In any occurrence, I sneer not, nor cheer.
I listen but judge not, on values held dear.
Controlling emotions, when faced with despair.
Aligns your three vessels, for constant repair.
With any experience, you control what you feel.
By being in balance, you then learn to heal.
Start doing things other than what you've been told.
You'll soon see the story, that's about to unfold.
Enhanced understanding, burning bright as the Sun.
Will show you this game, has already been won.
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 7:44 PM UTC
I dot my i’s and
cross my t’s,
a perfect ballerina
dancing across the page.
Graceful as a butterfly
soothing like a summer sunset.
Sweet, simple, flawless.
But already there are
scribbles, mispelings,
blots of ink and suddenly
this perfect canvas is no longer
blank.
Oh, to write like a wildfire,
no remorse or formulaic
meter!
Just bared wide, torn open
displaying my wholeness as
us poets so often do.
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC
TW: blood
~
isn't it amazing?
put your hand on your chest
now make a cut and watch yourself bleed
bleed deeply
flowing
flowing
flowing
red
pouring
but that heart
it's still beating
feel deeply
alive
still alive
despite the pain
how?
Mar 13, 2022
Mar 13, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC
While everything dissolves in a blur
and everyone else is in a hurry,
between the fast and slow footsteps on the street,
yours just feel like water—
flowing across minds in one step,
through sands of time in two.
Maybe they will find you cold and bland,
but have they ever felt cold water on a sizzling day?
And maybe,
maybe I've swum in calmer waters,
walked at a slower pace with many.
But no one has ever swung my hand along a busy pedestrian street,
or swayed me as gently
as you did.
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
Water the Greenhouse
Water the plants on the deck.
Walk Autumn Moon.
Salutation to the Sun
Yoga on the deck
Prayers
Angel of Air
Reading & Study with Ken
Sipping herbals & he, his coffee.
Pick up.
Moving the living room furniture
Rearranging. Sweeping. Mopping.
Clean the kennel.
Fresh bedding for Autumn.
A break for Sevenfold Peace in the sunshine.
Listening to the Holy Stream of Sound.
Playing with Autumn.
Laughing with Ken.
Continuing with rearranging & cleaning
Done!
Another break
With Ken, Autumn & Habibie
By the firepit in front of the shop.
Auti chasing water up and down and around.
Walk to Alli's, talk and pick up the key.
Cut broccoli, cabbage, carrots, & kale
Add a few pods of peas
Drizzle poppy seed dressing.
Two bowls with 1/2 cup of rolled oats each
Add cinnamon.
Taking a teaspoon
Half full with honey.
Dipping it into the center of the oats
Pouring boiling water over the honey.
Into the oats.
Stirring and stirring
Watching the cinnamon spirals
Mix into the sweet porridge.
Small cacao chips, sunflower seeds
A few raisins
Sprinkled as garnish.
Eating together
Smallville, playing with Autumn
Habibie resting near by.
She maybe carrying kittens.
Too early to tell.
Tired. Good night. Sleep.
2:30 am.
Ken up watching a movie on is phone.
My, my, how times have changed.
Return to bed.
Writing, writing, writing….now it is done.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
I have made my transition to another place, a place where beauty needs no explination.
God’s great timing is everything;
it may not be what we expect but God is always in control.
Sands will flow through the hourglass, slow and steady, throughout our lives.
Time will end and the sand will stop flowing, but God’s love for us is forever growing.
I have worked all my life for this to happen, to see my Lord face to face.
I’ve been accepted in this majestic place, where pain no longer has a hold on me.
My eyes have adjusted t my new reality, I can see bright skies and butterflies.
Don’t worry about not seeing my face, don’t worry abut not feeling my embrace.
Hold our memories inside your heart, and know that our live will never depart.
Cry for me, just for a while, but not too long, ‘cause I’m don’t just fine.
My bags are unpacked and I am settling in, taking my place next to the Master.
He said that he’d never leave nor forsake me, He kept his promise, I am with him now.
He has taken my hand and opened up the doors; to a Paradise of beauty and love divine.
I know you’ll miss me, I’ll miss you too!
Just know dear hearts, we will be together again someday.
Live your life to the fullest, and remember our love
each and every day.
Just remember your hourglass is still flowing strong.
Do what you can so you can see, my hourglass is full again, this time my sand will never end!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
Graceful, flowing
Yielding, bending
Growth and movement never ending
Moments living
Joy surpassing
Rhythms, seasons, everlasting
Mind awaking
Harvest taking
Every day a memory making
Good creating
My truth stating
My wealth flows without abating
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
great words, today, are flowing from the authur
what will be the message delivered, to you, the observer
how will each individual interrupt what is composed
it is not the author's duty to unravel written reflections
the chore in the written word is subject to reflection
what do you see?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 218
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
Everything that's broke
And the flower buds which bloom,
leave it to the breeze 💛
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
I was holding Her Hands,
as We walked the Talk.
The Moon in the Sky,
watched Us like a Hawk.
Her natural beauty shone,
all over the Place.
My Woman was draped,
in a German Gown of Lace.
It was on the Silver Beach,
Our Romance got Lit.
Slowly and Steadily,
Our Midnight Passions got Hit.
I Unwrapped Her Desires,
as the Cold Wind kept Blowing.
As She wrapped around My Arms,
My Endless Love kept Flowing.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
I don’t know what it means
But it’s something beautiful for sure
Giving me your all, no in-betweens
A little bruised, a little used, yet so pure
I looked up and saw you grin
A smile that touched my blue heart
Your kindness like a gentle wind
Slowly, tenderly, picking me apart
Soothing my wounds, helping me breathe
Building me up, dismantling my fear
Showing me the way to feel free
It’s so much easier when you’re here
Wondering where you’ve always been
Laughing, talking, touching, flowing
Nurturing the hidden tigress within
Helping, hoping, healing, knowing
A force for good, to which I’ve clung
The power you wield over me is strong and steady
Oh please, let loose your silvery tongue!
I was always here for you, and I now I am ready
To give in, and to let go
Let you color in the black
Watch it heal, let it grow
Show me you, and don’t hold back
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
Sometimes feels overwhelming
Adrenaline begins flowing
I hate having anxiety
Fear and uncertainty growing
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
See a rich goblet of gold
Empty and ready to receive
Ancient in style, yet shining bright
This antique treasure of old
Belongs to you. Trust and believe
And claim your prize in calm delight
In your mind
Become the goblet
You are precious indeed
Your lasting worth decreed
Feeling your worth
Made from riches of earth
Fully fulfilled every day
Spark of divine
Your wealth is a sign
Of life surely flowing your way
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
Kiss me like the moonlit stars, reflect and reach the Everglades, and embue with blue like the Sunday shade. Cool, crisp, refreshing, and new.
Don't cut my leaves and curb my bite, to melt me into pasty walls of glowing white. Which will only hold the captured light of the sun which shines to rise.
Don't let me fall without a trace. To meet my end in the shallowing streams of fading grey, where I could never dream of meeting thee, with such a wave.
But take my greeting in from rooftops as a simple sign of life to stay, and fall like stars of burning Orr if you must. Frozen until crashing down, only catch me along the way.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
A photograph expresses
controlled puppet moment.
but
we will express through
uncontrolled flowing app’s.
© Feelings Coated
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC