RIVERSARE....( river series )

Rivers Are

 

Some rivers are raging foaming streams

they are not rivulets by any means

They are not babbling brooks shaded

or faucets leaking water wasted

 

They are not objects you can possess

you cannot own their raging quests

Flowing rivers cannot be purchased

they exist with solitary purpose

 

Their nature is fluid motion

their restless tendency moves in all directions

When left alone their charm gracefully happens

as they provide scenic soulful freedom

 

If their rage is restricted

their beauty becomes truly wasted

when rivers embrace our eyes

complacency evaporates into blue skies

 

So, when rivers become sadly compromised

we really need shed tears from our eyes

Dark River Politics...( river series )

Dark River Politics

 

Dark politics drip through homeland shutters

Like a coal slurry spreading to all corners

 

The light of a single candle

flickers in a climate unstable

 

It casts shadows across family rooms

where it's amplified into a forbidding gloom

 

Mindless discourse bordering on insanity

subject our spirit to needless calamity

 

These times call for National identity

there's need to escape somber prophecy

 

Dark visions easily suffocate

oblivious ruling heads of State

 

Their frenzy infects all of us

with government distrust

 

Images glow on flat screens

where the spreading darkness can be seen

 

Behind our shuttered windows

absence of reality steadily flows

 

 The rapture of dark spoken words

malignantly crafted and heard

 

are meant to invade minds that want change

In fresh leadership...perchance

 

ANCESTRAL RIVER...( river series )

Ancestral River

 

Gratitude lives in flowing memories

shaded by the light of reality

as the river of time flows

mindful revenants inhabit the spirit ever so

 

Smells wrapped in yesterday fill the senses

 recalling historic essence

as the departed remain altogether

bound in memories of our forefathers

 

Yesterday returns when envisioned intently

and distant past exists in close family

as ancestry flows like a river

in the revelation of our lineal desire

 

Sometimes, the past becomes surreal

like tumbleweeds in windblown field

Flitting around in our casual dreams

and not coherent enough to be believed

 

Our river of memories past comes and goes

in rituals of recall that we all know

'Tis surely a pity that our bodies perish

while our souls live on, to memories cherish

 

RIVER of TIME....( river series )

River of Time

 

Come, sit by the river with me

enjoy natures soothing serenity

may you enjoy hidden layers of reality

while you sit by the river with me

 

Flow, flow, river of time

be a true friend of mine

take me where happiness lives

where time an illusion is

 

I'll move slowly and be your friend

be much more than I pretend

for 'Tis slow time that brings pleasure

in beautiful life lived in long measure

 

Make me long for tomorrow

even if it brings unwanted sorrow

drenched in prayer and tears

shed during minutes seeming like years

 

Where the empty road is walked alone

where grief cuts to the bone

on that path of cobblestone

endlessly wandering in search of home

 

Friend of mine that flows like a raging river

lovely and cold as a brutal winter

come with me during a night beneath the stars

become the illusion in my eyes

 

Be the passion in that flowing river

where time represent now or never

be a true friend of mine

Flow, flow, river of time

 

 

 

 

Riverbed Dreaming...( river series )

Riverbed Dreaming

 

In the emptiness of my morning bed

where my body feels like lead

my mind dances to melodies clear

that only I can truly hear
 

It's there that I dream

of feelings buried deep

rainbow colored times of long ago
Although it does not seem so
 

Times when I stumbled in the dark

searching for loves' elusive spark

I looked for that flame that burned brightly

a light to show me the way

to capture the purpose of the day

to make happiness stay and stay
 

Paddling on river deep

I fought surging currents and rapids steep

and stayed afloat despite all odds

with some silent prayers to an absent God

as I continued my journey in life

while battered with mental strife
 

Now, as morning fantasies unfurl

I dance to music unheard

'Tis the tune of aging decline

Playing a melody that's all mine

Riverside Park....( river series )..

Riverside Park

 

Walking the slender concrete path

that winds between emerald grass

I sense the historic residue

lurking in this park brand new

 

Metal benches cast long shadows

by the Hudson flowing slow

paths shaded in subtle undertone

hide narrow steps made of stone

Uncle Sam cast in bronze

dominates this public ground

while overlooking the famous river

 He stands in glorious fervor

with flowing cape and tousled hair

His eyes are fixed in a distant stare

He foresees future hope

alive on this river slope

 

His cape flutters in twilight winds

bronze flashing in sparkling rings

and he marks the historic past of Troy

at this riverside park full of joy

RIVERBEND....( river series )

Riverbend

 

I look past the narrow streets

where land and water meet

and watch purple smoke rise

from village chimney pipes

Somber is the days end

as evening flows at riverbend

 

Todays light slowly fades

like a dying candles flame

that foretells the coming trend

approaching steadily at riverbend

 

My partially glazed eyes observe

the scattered light with some reserve

while the chilling shadows send

a message of gloom at riverbend

 

I see distant window panes

flash orange-red as the day wanes

stealthy darkness approaches bearing regret

but the remaining daylight remains compassionate

 

The day at riverbend slowly bumps into night

and distance fades from my sight

while moments flow gently again

around the corner at riverbend