"riparian" poems
Inside the drainage basin
Bounding my soul
Fluid dynamics
Condense
Phases of water
Gather in the
Mountain towers
Over time
Gravity plus precipitation
Converts
Into snow pack
Come spring
That snow pack
Braids it's way down the mountain
Co-mingling with groundwater
Bubbling up in springs
Gathering momentum
In mountain streams
A constant conversion from
Potential to kinematic
Energy
Streams make their
Way into prairie rivers
Meandering along
Through riparian pockets
Of biodiversity
Reaching a levee
Then breaching
Local, national, and international boundaries
Are no match
As my soul
Finds it's way to base level
In the ocean of your love
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
In a dreamy woodland
There's a cottage just for me
And it's waiting there now
Beside a peaceful stream
Where quiet maples grow
And deer are not afraid
Where mushrooms grow in sweet silence
And sunlight glistens amongst the leaves
There's an enchanted cottage
Hidden in those shady woods
Where running cedar
And lady ferns intertwine
Where tears never fall
From any eye
That is where my secret abode
Is found in shadowy canopy
Of sun-dappled trees
Where dewdrops passionately kiss
The demure bluebells
Where breezes whisper
Through tall, swaying pines
And rustle ancient autumn leaves
From many seasons ago
Where time stands still
And woodland fairies dance
Where willow harps are played
Echoing in dreamy breezes
Through the trees and dancing through the air
Waltzing with the butterflies
Touching the lemon citrus sun
With fingers of gold
And spring days bygone
That's where you'll find me
Dreaming riparian
Scent of petrichor
Healing my soul
In summer woodland yonder
~Marian~
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Acquiesce here my love
Ameliorate my heart
The assemblage of circumstance provides dulcet ebullience
An efflorescent dalliance conflated into cathartic becoming
My bucolic bungalow made upon your callipygous
A young Life’s denouement
Your evocative elixir fetching
An erstwhile emollient embrocation
Your eloquent fingers find their way to frisson
My felicitous chatoyant gambols in glamor like a halcyon incipient made ineffable by the look of the ingénue
The labyrinthine inglenook lagoon leisurely lithe
The murmurous daffodils wink at the insouciance of your beauty
A panoply panacea, the half shadow complete as an epiphany
Quintessential to feminine riparian resplendence
Your mellifluous voice, an opulent offing, the sumptuous summery soliloquy of an angel
Cools my soul like the smell of earth after rain
Your propinquity ripples the scintilla of my spirit
Your surreptitious smile like a zephyr quietly whispers
Its redolent seraglio sempiternal in my thoughts
As skyward gazes like saccharine gossamer lilt with the knowledge of our raveling juxtaposition
a masterful pastiche, the cynosure of divine revelation
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
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River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
Contrails have etched powder blue skies , the April countryside enhanced with silver tones .. The collapse of reason coupled with an early morning frost , tender seedlings beg the mercy of the rising Sun , bound for its midday zenith .. Such is the fragility of love just as the daffodils of Spring , a luster of Silver Maples dancing in the wind , clockwork precision of the Grist mill on Cotton Indian Creek . A brisk walk along the cool , riparian shore , bound for warmth , recalculation and the many miracles of familiar woodlands , across quiet bottom land . Alone .
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
River gift, flowing upstream and down
Cresting with the bumpy waters tow,
Slick as an eel, you move and fro to play,
Warm in the gleaming sun that rides
With you each day,
you have shone, great
Knowledge of salmon, found the pearl
In the dark mussel, bend as even light
Must, piercing the waters of the under-
World, lording the fey, riparian borders,
Like a God.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
*Cold, bitter breezes sting my face
The moon looks blankly from up above
The stars twinkle in the sky
Wolves howl from far away
In the unattainable distance
The lullaby of the nearby creek
Gives to me sweet riparian dreams
And hushed me to sleep
Covering me with darkness
And blanketing me with a veil of mist*
~Marian~
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
*Bucolic piedmont woodland avenues , where rain clouds touch the hillside after welcome showers have passed
Where pungent fields of green native wild grass connect ones place
with his past
Red-tailed Hawk sentries stand guard o'er Loblolly Pine forest
Contemplative Blue Herons work scenic marshland unnoticed
Land of Pink Dogwood , Cane and blackberry thicket
Of riparian wonders , foggy cattle- worn bottom land , lake dancers that twirl morning side West Point , Lanier and Oconee inlets
To rural lanes colored with the blessings of home* .....
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
The stream
twists, slithers, binds
two banks to each other,
slinking ‘cross the dry gaunt gulley,
unpaired.
Under
the faded trees’
blinds, I sit on stone from
where riparian-paradise
explodes;
California’s stolen soil, air,
are logorrhea in
the toilets of
my ears.
I sit
stream-like, apart, meditative –
echoes of Kumeyaay
swirl inside
my head.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 7:56 AM UTC
Despite Blue-Nile
-lower-riparian countries' clamor
For possible dearth
Of water
So that GERD, condemned,
A reversal suffer
They are now inundated
By the river.
Had GERD not been
Born to life
Imagine how their
Plight could be rife!
See how the stance of
So called a great leader
With a brain of a bird
Proved absurd.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
All the knowledge
had disappeared
All well rhymed lyrics
have been adjusted to tune in/with
Romantic unquenchable yearnings
permutate,diverse this unending
word pool of aesthetically stolen
Shamanically borrowed artistries
energy packed and sipped into
shape, forms, symbolic arts
Arosen on the riparian arrival
of Myrh, Vanilla and Rosemary
scented waves crashing Angels
My pen blots under the old red Pine Shade
Ink fingertips dyed black, other times Pelican
Blue.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
Luscious Spring is wonderful avian theater ... The cameo appearance of Bradford Pear , a fragrant , beneficial Chestnut Tree of April ..
Melodious springtime , 'Creations Opus stage ..'
Voluminous , arthropod soloist , capering
the riparian rivers , break the searing afternoons ,
sing to me , the cool blessing of night ...
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
someday I will live on a water,
it will love me
I will spend my days discovering it’s mysteries
spinning them into fantastic tales,
cinematic grays of storm,
kaleidoscope colors of dragonfly spring
I will live in the cocoon of its beauty,
in the folding space of beings from every world
I will story the breath of pirouettes,
the creation waves of slumber
finding uncommon lives
woven through fertile riparian fabrics
the water will know me as no human could
it will absorb me into it’s rhythm
I will disappear from causation
cherished and protected the remainder of my days
I, devoted witness and biographer to a landscape
Jan 29, 2023
Jan 29, 2023 at 11:56 PM UTC
I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.
I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.
Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.
Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.
I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
I'd let you break all my bones
I'd let you crush my rib cage
As long as you'd touch me
As long as I feel your freckled skin on mine
I'd let you destroy me
I'd let you throw me by the riparian
As long as I could feel your hands all over me
You could commit malevolence acts
You could be my serpentine
I would still love you the same
For I am so naive
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
I pause at the marriage of boulder and river .. Along brimming , turquoise pools where I find my loves reflection ..
River Birches that yearn for their freedom ..The cool recompense of shaded ferns which uniformly line her red clay escarpments ....
Cobalt blue wildflowers ..The cover and color of my dreams paint both shores seemingly forever .. Red , black and green dragonflies patrol the riverbank trails , Pileated woodpeckers and Cardinals exchange their
riparian oaths before Orioles and cooing Doves ..
Cicadas rhythmically repeat whimsical , ancient melodies .. The songs of Utopia charge the abundant sights and smells before me ...
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
To the scientist a scheme ..
For the poet a dream ..
To riparian Eagle the treetops o'er quiet 'brookside' ..
For elderly man , the hope to shop his scarlet horizon come eventide .
To the Pastor , the promise of salvation's candle in the dark night ..
For the young man freed of theologies chain , however , is to lay claim to every star in the twilight skies ..
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
*Riparian whippoorwills became martyrs to the crystalline
lakeside at Dawn
My reflection grew long in placid waters
Nellie sunshine forsook the chill of morning
I became an artist without need of brush or manmade color
Painting the precipice of Heaven with each determined view*....
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
I just wish you sent emissaries of truth,
Because my mind would be at peace with me,
I would have a nary a qualm,
And all these glasses would not be broken,
And all these tears would not be shed,
And now these words will never be taken,
And this day will never be forgotten!
I wish I got caught up a little at work today,
Because then you and your *** would have finished business,
And i would be met by the smell of a fresh shower,
And the sound of sheets doing turns in the cleaner,
And the sight of sugar coated lies!
I wish I passed by **** me kwik_,
To kiss the bottle with the boys,
Watching the waitress sway her non-existent hips,
As we rant of all the greatnes around
Of the wonders of the green mamba on riparian
Than me coming here...
To witness your sacrilege on our matrimonial bed...
And me calling out to my gone ancestors.
Today I wished to be swept off by the floods
But it's a sunny dry month
Today I wished to have been hit by a bus
And got dragged down it's wheels along the tarmac
But again it's a sleepy village here
Nothing that we wish for ever happens
Yet here I am...
Having to hear the pleasure moans you have him...
Those I always beg for each time I visit your downtown!
Now I'm wishing for more...
I wish for the rumble of an earthquake
For the earth to open up and swallow me whole
For a cactus plantation to grow upon my unmarked grave
At least with that...
The pieces of my shattered heart shall find peace
Than watching the wind blow these pieces away
The pieces you managed to make of my heart.
Joy
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC