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P. Viktor Click here to see the poem! Many thanks to all who entered - we really enjoyed reading these, and argued hotly over the outcome. Other unanimous favourites included the works of Alluvia, erm, nadz, LND, gr.gr. niece and oddist78, but many others (too many to list here) struck a chord with particular inmates of the Daily Info office. P. Viktor, your champers is on its way! The competition is now officially closed, but if you feel inspired, do feel free to add to this page by using the review boxes on the right. Daily Info Staff, 04/09/07 The sky, the rain, the you, the me, the thees, the sea, the peas, the trees, thee up's, thee downs, the tears, the sounds, the time, the race, the space, the things, the springs, the steam, the theame, the great, the drop, the winge, the cry, the river, the up the stream, the down the round the wheel, into the tank the float the flood the poodle the pool, the pint the pitcher and the fool, the wiskey, the mind the breath, the stink, the the, the rain again, today, tomrrrow, tonight, forever, the water is from the place where we are born. Smxkey, 31/08/07 Fresh water flows from your eyes to your toes, in the midnight rain, your pain from the stains in which the way the water knows. In the ice packed frost of the morning glow you feel your eyes stick together, with the cold of the water from from the night before In the flood of the day you relise that is place is not here to stay, it was the wave which took you under from the thunder of the water you lay under, looking back at yourself, dead on the beach, it was the water! Smxkey, 31/08/07 Its heavy you know, Spills when yon stagger to and fro, Need it when you sow, Ruins the blade when you mow And do ya know, It will make snow Which makes your cheeks glow And you get a cold in the toe. jaf, 31/08/07 HIJKLMNO For some a favourite clue To me is tainted water And one I love to boo! crossworder, 31/08/07 Dead in the Water. 1895 Kneeling on the bank I gaze down into the still, brown water Pale daylight is reflected there and dark against it, a featureless shape that could almost be a body floating just below the surface... I am seized by the urge to turn round as if something is hovering right behind But there is nothing there only me and the water Did he kneel down the same way on the canal's bare bank and was there someone there looking over his shoulder? Or did he simply lose his balance and staggering, pitch forward the quick splash muffled by the night breeze sinking straight down like a stone to the deep-dredged bottom only to rise again and float unnoticed and unremarked just below the surface I trail my fingers lightly through the water They make small waves that cause the dark outline to tremble and shudder If I could only reach down, grab his collar and with super - human strength haul the lifeless weight up on to the towpath cradle his head and pat his cheek Make him understand that some day I would be born, to relive this desperate hour again and helplessly, would care. For we were born of the same mould A family tree, its branches spread both before and after us All the triumphs and the tragedies shared again by those who come upon them. Like that thin ribbon of water once so essential in fact, the very life's blood of the working town now buried and useless beneath the concrete the busy heels and heedless wheels he too lies beneath the earth lost, almost forgotten, the spot unmarked. save in the dusty registers of the Parish church If he could have seen into the Future how an unknown soul, a stranger to him, like me would one day feel the need to mourn a just-discovered mystery If he had known I would be born might that night have ended differently..... gr.gr.niece, 31/08/07 I can't get to sleep, the dripping continues no end in sight. Hoping to get a good night's sleep instead I hear dripping all through the night. I finally get to sleep but no simple dream for me. Instead it's slip sliding in my watery fantasy. So for me it's bleary eyed and my tiredness doesn't slip All because that infernal drip drip drip Angela Cooper, 30/08/07 I used to see her The allotments next to the swollen river suffer from too much water, summer’s promised nectar that leached lazily through tangled roots, rose beyond the threshold to submerge her budding efforts like a distant monsoon. I see them while I’m cycling the quiet road home, their green limbs waving in sluggish desperation. The river seeps into my shoes. The next day I buy wellingtons with a black flower motif, even though I know it’s too late, but I hadn’t realised how fitting they were. When the waters recede the rotten stench of things that no longer grow clings to the road, to the rusty railings, to my imagination. I used to see her bent in the rain, digging, pulling weeds with old precision in the empty space where the rain sheets down. Now there are ill-defined footprints in glutinous mud and the perfect stillness of spades and hoes waiting behind open shed doors to begin again. LND, 30/08/07 I like to bathe my feet in the water Slip quietly under without all the drama Losing my skin, returning to the springs Gaining a family in all living things I like to bathe my feet in the water erm, 30/08/07 I woz chillin @ work & dint know wot 2 do Woz well bored and started feelin a little blu So I went on da net & had a look around Saw dis competition & waned 2 submit my sound Itz suppose 2 be bout water so I’ll give it a go 2 be honest tho my mindz tinkin a little slow Not sure wot dey wanna hear bout dis theme 2 me it seemz like 1 of em thought it up in a dream Water 2 me tho is a little strange Some folks have loadz & want dat 2 change They suffered 4rm it cos they had 2 much Then everythin in their homes it did touch On da other hand tho some folks have less Dis also turns their lives into a mess So u see dis whole thing bout water is a little tricky U either have it or you don’t either way da situation is sticky So let me close dis beat by sayin a little prayer Oh lord plz share water with folks in a way dat is fair nadz, 29/08/07 I've got a frightful pain in my shoulder Is this a sign I'm growing older or writing too much poetry I'm trying to win a prize you see The subject is water; the prize champagne so I think it's really worth the pain All the others are in the bin Here's the one I must send in: 'Water can be nice to drink but give me champagne, white or pink. Though floods of water make us sad champagne floods wouldn't be so bad!' anon, 29/08/07 The waves do curl and crash The Sea she murmurs in her sleep, Her foaming froth her white lace gown, Her groom she never meets. Sometimes she cries in anguish bare, Or weeps her wedding band to wear, Alone, mysterious, in flowing tide, Reflects the shining moon at night. And to such a wide expanse unknown To watery graves so many go. Beware her evil salt-sting bite To purge out thine eyes with all her might. But when this anger washed away By falling rains, her grief now may No longer curl and crash aloud, she waits in perfect stillness now. And though her groom she ne'er will meet, Waiting calmly passed eternity, She murmurs softly in her sleep. Anonymouse, 29/08/07 Lapping waves soothe my soul I breath in and out as go the waves My lifeline I can smell the salty air Its mysterious and alluring The sea has its soul Life is abundant down there Within its depths I want to lose myself forever here Can I stay I want to disappear Amid those waves Vesna, 27/08/07 Water is what, I made up of so proud, so clean I, am therefore, in every living thing I lived in water, acted like fish at the very start, from mother, I nourish So mothers are water and daddies are earth creation is magic, so easy to make My life never ends, I only transform dancing between creatures, all on my own I am in water, and water is in me if you have any doubt, breathe in some air, as you walk by the sea Persian Poet, 27/08/07 Moonshine on rivers tops teases rain on water drops cooling thirsty heated crops of people who bear the strain of dying children, thirsty pain no longer trudging miles to gain the wealth of pure & sweetly clean transparant pools that gently gleam inspiration, life, a fulfilled dream to hold each body on its journey done many saved from daylight's vehement sun Maria, 27/08/07 A new beginning / Field of water ----------------------------------------- We arrive at the house with optimism, All eager and excited at the move. It's been a busy few weeks living here and there, And we're pleased to be planting our roots. Driving towards our new home, there's something not quite right. A policeman standing tall, directing the traffic. We pull over and ask, "Can we access our house?" He replies, "Yes, for now, but keep an eye on the water." Parking the car and all seems well, But for an eerie quiet, like the eye of a storm. Entering the house, I climb the stairs to my room And look out of the window to see it gush past. Deep and fast, the awesome power of the river. Yet despite this torrent, the goalposts proudly resist the flow. No football can be played today on this field of water, Today, tomorrow, the day after... who except for our Creator really knows when the deluge will stop? Don Don, 25/08/07 it doesn't stop but will end as fast as it began 23/08/07 Sorry to Dredge This Up (charge of the water tight) We need to be shorter of water if you won't do what you oughtta You expect us to save you, then what do you do? Try to drown us in our own homes, beach our bones. Water be good, you never do what you should You p*ss a monsoon in June, when we wanted sun and moon, Shanghai July, will you ever say goodbye? For it's hard to find the high land on Osney Island. Land Ahoy! Uh-oh, false alarm, a lifebuoy... Water get it right, we'll let you rain each night, But when it's light, it's the turn of bright. The sun is sick of keeping his hat on. The sun wants to put some self-screen (and Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go) on. So stop putting the ark into architecture Gimme a break from paddling my furniture. Rivers are for boats, fields are for goats Houses are for people, the end of this line is quite feeble... But you get the picture while I fetch the pitcher Fill it from the bowser, 'cos I'm worried about the sewer. Now I don't want to water you down, diminish your vitalness to my town, But remind me again why I'm saving you when I'm 70% water, and this world is too. Convection rainfall ensures you're re-cycled, sewage plants that you're re-cycled Frankly I think you're weir-ed and wonder why you're metered. The Poet Laura-eate, 22/08/07 Stream of Thoughts Wrapped in the warm blanket of the night, I wake my brain still empty and barren as a desert Raindrops spatter against the window pane with a sound like breaking glass Thoughts begin to flood my mind like corks that pop to the surface from the bottom of a deep ocean I think of the ocean from which all Life emerged first swimming, sliding, then striding across the vast dry land. Nothing could halt this progress or force Man's regression back into that watery womb For no planets ever drown though burnt by the sun and parched they die of thirst, like the planet Mars ,,,.I think of the sun, sending out long fingers of light searching for a way to reach within sending all my dark shadows to flight I face the new day, certain in my mind of a new disturbing Truth That water can be the most terrible and yet the most precious, thing on Earth P.R, 22/08/07 A Shallow Harbour A commander who has never come to anchor Softly murmurs in a poetic way: A shallow harbour! … Indeed, the shallow sea Is engraving itself on the people's hearts of the island. How does he know And exclaim casually That it is merely a shallow harbour? Whose national mourning is it? He lets loose the standard To measure and position the totem of the other shore. Whose homesickness does he intend to take over? Greed encroaches upon peace. Realities wreck love. Arbitrary distortions of history stirs up ripples. Land plates still push against each other. The Kuroshio billows still wail. The requiem of ten million years ago Has become the stowaways' calm boat song. It still rains softly. I have been used to Bearing with my somber life. The shallow harbour Skirts the turbid coastline. My boat sails in biting winds slowly with guilt. oddist78, 22/08/07 By the Lake By the lake I sit and view The placid inky depths Where we once sailed our boat to flee from static land To sail upon a rocking cage That would send us half to sleep Yet in the storms, the water To batter and buffet us To wake us from our land-locked slumber To make us work at sea To challenge us in a changing place To be the best that we can be To shift from port to starboard Left, right, forward and back To mind our heads from the sail boom Unless we liked being on a rack To learn the craft of seamanship To know which star to follow From taking a hand on the rudder To sailing over the lake like a swallow Simon R 21/08/07, 21/08/07 A Simple Puddle Gazing into the puddle, She is reminded of nature And the beauty from simple things and simple movement like a ripples in water. The pain of her unrequited love Still aches and disillusions her, But as the sun comes out, And the water dries up, She breathes in deeply As in her first breath. It is refreshing, a new life beckons. Pappers, 21/08/07 Water (long) Haiku Water can mean life And can hold in its sway, death More precious than gold Thoughtlessly wasted away You'll care when its gone Cb, 21/08/07 Water Fishes are swimming away Flood covers the flowers I roam the world Rain falls on my hair Tears fill my eyes I don't believe in the world There is a rainbow in the sky Like a drawn, like a basin I wonder If rain can substitute my tears If happiness can substitute my sadness I desire a new world Flowers are in bloom again Bees hovering and gathering honey With the hope in my heart I see the new world in my head Aileen, 21/08/07 Tear of water The source of life, Like a mother who feeds her children. She uses her blood to moisten the land. Her tears flow down her cheeks to help everything grow better. She uses her life to take care of everything that she loves. But, one day Her children won’t know her love. They will throw rubbish onto her body. Her tears just flow silently, she can’t stop crying. The floods are coming. And continue until her tears dry up. The floods have stopped, but the drought is still to come. Nareku & Ellen, 21/08/07 The destruction of water How important is water? It’s the source of life. People crave water. But when war breaks out Chaos does too. How much water will there be? Enough to sustain the world? When people continue to waste water, The world will soon be destroyed. Kevin, 21/08/07 Death-Hope I am running in a desert, Water seems to be in the front. But I can’t go any further. There are thorns in my mind. I don’t know where to head. My throat seems congested. The dry sea is full of death. My tears have dried up like rivers on the Moon. I desperately search for a pearl amongst the cadaver. But hope that my skin can remain wet and fresh. James, 21/08/07 Who am I? Taking happiness out of my soul. Let evil become the master of the world. Nothing can put out the increasingly growing fire in my heart. I even drink up all of the water in the river. Yet all control is lost. The blood in my body has been boiling. Light maddens me. What can I do now? What should I do now? Who am I? Kylie, 21/08/07 I need I need, it seems I need hot water when I rush completely wet. I need, it seems I need water when I get thirsty. I need, it seems I need cold water when I am scorching hot. I need, it seems I need water the moment I sit in my boat. Lily, 21/08/07 THE THAMES It Very mysterious makes people want to love. It Like a girl, allowing swans in her heart. It Strengthens city walls in the defence of the homeland. It Is wanted by everyone. It Is a flowing watery force. Nancy, 21/08/07 The river’s kiss is as violent as that of two lovers kept apart. It courses through the city, racehorse brown, silted and muddy With the detritus of people’s unseen lives. The yellow-grey spume Of recrimination - a bitter froth swept along the speedy current - Is like an open mouth blowing out ghostly smoke rings, issuing Out one long accusation after another. Under Folly Bridge the surge drags lustily, blood jet to the heart, Waiting to be rushed along the Thames to the open sea. All that Rain water, days and days of torrents that rise like things unsaid, Strengthening the current so that it bursts its banks, spills over Full of guilt into neighbouring floodplains and meadows, Lapping like a niggling suspicion. This stone city is becoming Atlantis, wishes to settle at the bottom Of a new ocean, marry us all to the seabed. Houses open their Rectangular mouths, drink thirstily so that carpet, food and furniture Absorb the spittle, the bitter stew. Our little house is in danger, Though I have moved all that is precious between us to the upstairs, All that accounts for shared history. Each night I go to sleep, each morning I expect the sea to be beneath Me, the tide washing around the kitchen and living room. The bed Could perhaps double up as a boat, on which I might float out Over the English Channel, so that I might find port in Germany, Cross the border to Poland to find you, leaving behind seven Spires poking through, buoys in the water. P.Viktor, 20/08/07 I sent a tear to the heavens I sent a tear to the heavens From the deepest valley to the highest mountain; Hoping it will become a heavy rain To wash away the sadness and bring me another day. I sent a tear to the heavens From the deepest valley to the highest mountain; Hoping it will become a snowflake To melt in my hand and leave me a colourful lake. When it rains Like sweet kisses from an angel; When it snows Like evening stars in a warm night. So I can see a clear sky So I will not cry. Madder, 17/08/07 Life is water Life is water. Sometimes gentle, Sometimes ferocious; Sometimes desiccated, Sometimes overflowing. Elusive is its personality. Warm as fire, Cold as ice. Diversity is its feature. It exists for amicability, And disappears from abuse; Limpid with suspended deposition, And muddy with sediment. It makes the world go round. Around. Around. Amber,C, 17/08/07 Forms of water Round, square or pyramidal, No matter how you’re shaped. Crystal, black or white, No matter how you’re coloured. You fall like granite, Steadily hit on her head. It really hurts. It breaks apart. Really? Freezing, warm or hot, No matter how you feel. Heavy, weighty or light, No matter how you weigh. You make a death attempt, Bitterly pound on her window. It really hurts. It leaves mud. Really? Glasses, bathroom or kitchen, No matter where you live. Big, small or tiny, No matter how much you occupy. You fill the gap, Greedily hoodwink it in sight. It really hurts. It leaves silence. Really? What if you stand on her fervent heart? What if you drip from her bright eyes? What if you queue along her fine fingers? You’ll shape into yourself. Yvonne, 17/08/07 Spirit of Water Water gives profit to everything But never asks for reciprocation Water flours to the low-lying land Flows to the depression It never vies with anything Just with itself It goes to the heaven With a gentle breeze JIMMY, 17/08/07 water can be your enemy or your friend it is a liquid on which we all depend if the weather is warm it falls as rain it fills the rivers and covers the plain if the weather is cold it falls as snow looks very different and will not flow when very cold it changes to ice from which you carve something nice water in bulk will support a boat its even enough to keep you afloat we should keep it and treat it like gold because without it poems would be untold nigel, 16/08/07 Water We turn the tap and out it gushes, We pull the chain for pointless flushes, We shower just that little bit more, We forget it’s at our life’s core. Until one day when things go wrong, We turn the tap and it’s all gone, We begin to regret as we remember, Those deep winter baths in early November. So lets start now and try to evade, Further events which are man-made, There’s more than enough for the world to share, So let’s be considerate and show that we care. A-m, 14/08/07 Home River The river has a spine of white kicked up in crosscurrent. She bears her length towards Manhattan heavily tonight. I’ve come here alone again down the rutty hill of stone, past the railroad, and the bridge to the aching water line. The surf hums saying, nothing I’d repeat— soft like the low of sheep— soon it has me praying to home which is the next town by to home which is downriver to home spreading wide bleeding with the sky… to the basalt hills on the other bank that blush in early sun; whose light fills my head and eyes, as they behold the river-wild, and long for somewhere to be moving on again. Far from her, I will build upon her, the idea of her… Will I remember? Of course I will remember my girlhood seat beside her; low moon on her water; leaving last September. Victoria, 14/08/07 The Week It Rained The rains gained notice on Wednesday Puddles had turned to streams For some the swelling Thames Evoked memories and anxious dreams For others, like the Iffley ducks It only reinforced frivolity and muck! The rains continued on Thursday Much to the annoyance of neighbours Who peered out their windows and grumbled Alas, no laundry again today! The bedding must stay. Even the gardeners began to moan As they watched the rains spoil All the fruits of their springtime toil. Unbeknownst to some No longer purifying or nurturing The falling rain concealed An apocalyptic lament. Black clouds on Friday Brought torrential rains Flooding the fields of Iffley! Even the water fowl Sought higher ground Pleading and crying, enough is enough! In Iffley village we watched As the Thames slowly gathered its might Hoping it would soon recede And not cause anymore plight! Further south, the flooded residents of Abingdon Were evacuated As the swollen waters Drowned a good part of the town. The rains came down on Saturday With a wedding planned that day. But the rising floods were causing Considerable delays The bride was late The groom was stuck in traffic And a teary-eyed mother was Marooned in Tewkesbury The vicar said, oh my, I’ll never make it! You must find a replacement my dears. The organist was equally dismayed Claiming there is just no way To get there through this rain! The water surged and rose Threatening the Iffley locks Sadly closing the Isis pub To the local jocks. More defiant souls within the radius Proclaimed the rains did not matter In their windows signs were hung Open to business - Come Hell or high water Much to the gratitude of others Seeking solace and comfort From either the brew or the impervious few. All said, how lucky we are to be in Iffley And not in Abingdon, Tewkesbury or Gloucester! Where the greens have turned to browns And most roads are down under The flooded rivers of The Severn The Avon And the Thames. Sunny skies on the following days Brought a promise of dry weather Even the lockkeeper said on Monday The river Thames had reached it peak So now the people of Iffley and he Could finally get some sleep. Relieved the end is now in sight Villagers stroll down Mill Lane at night To examine the river and surrounding terrain Hoping the summer ablutions of 2007 In distant memory remain. Alluvia, 14/08/07 2007 the wettest recorded year, when summer is meant to be here. Homes under water and beyond repair, Sending people of Oxford into despair. Now,we pray the rain clouds stay away, so we can enjoy the best of the day! Caz, 13/08/07 it is easy to think how water affects us rich little country "help us we've flood" but for so many others on the blue green ball just getting a day's water means going through hell with 3 hours to get there and then queues at the well will it be clean? or brown with a smell? and when the oceans rise and eat all of england maybe then, we will beging to understand that flooding is bad but it's not the worst start using your bikes oxford or we'll all be submerged Nickoir, 12/08/07 Water by Beauferal I see you as you are, All life, Yet nothing on your own. Sweet sublime combinations, Pleasing subatomic clones. Each complex incarnation, Holds a memory of home. And deep within me traces of you lie. I saw you sweep across the sands, At Banda Ache years ago, As waves of you together came and came. Then here in Botley Road, You made your presence felt again, Whilst falling from the sky in drops of rain. Then yesterday at Camber Sands, The sky a perfect blue, I played around with you, You made me cry. Remembering your power, Force displayed here in my mind. And you inside of me, And how together we are you. Beauferal, 12/08/07 The well seems dry, And yet I dig Deeper, deeper, Still, even deeper. And though I find No tears of proof Nor hear the rush Of wave or stir of pool, I know, with every certainty That there is water in the well. caty, 11/08/07 drip drop makes pop water pale makes ale splish splash toilet dash water blue sea view river wide boat tide pouring rain whata pain flooded stream dead bream river deep while asleep tiggy, 10/08/07 Water embodies the dancing spirit, It’s scintillatingly exquisite, in its meandering rivers Reclining is indigenous, around the dandelions and bridges, Damning the midges, fanning the air and the wind is crisp Rock pools at beaches, and monsoons at Easter Water comes to preach to us the importance of reaching up Its all a cycle, evolving to ‘Evian isn’t Vitel its vital H2O is how I feel, because no matter which state you’re in, we’re all like you My boyish good looks, have no charm, like the bubbling brooks Rushing lovingly around the nooks, all troubles overlooked My dreams are nearly real, contemplating by serene streams Its redeeming feature is that the flow is constant and this can indeed teach us evolucian, 10/08/07 A simple word, but such a delight, you are refreshing day or night. When the sun comes out too strong, you are what's needed to refresh me. So that i can keep on going on. Going on, nice and strong, all day long. We all need you, you give us life. Sometimes too much water can be a fright! Will we stay afloat and survive, you keep us all alive. -We all need you. -Atributes to a good or bad day. -Tears -Earth's necessity. -Rivers. Fi, 09/08/07 morning water –cold my soaked hands only caress –days now Ippolyti, 09/08/07 Water is life! Without water we would not exist. Life flows toward the ocean, Evaporating in the atmosphere And begins anew the cycle. Rain: the life giving potion. I go out cycling in the rain Feeling damp and rusty With no will to complain, On my trusty trike, Which would not be there without water What am I like? Well, ninety percent water! And swimming toward the source My foetally carried daughter Giving me waters that heal And my trike another wheel! Neal, 08/08/07 home lying low listening to tip tapping on the roof thinking of you walking out in the rain taking the tv back to the car starting the engine and away knowing you could have stayed speckle, 08/08/07 Knee deep in water I stand No one around to give me a hand. A man I must find To pinch my behind and make news headlines all over the land. MG, 07/08/07 Storm clouds growing, Raindrops falling, Rivers flowing, Oceans are calling! Sun's rays warming, Moisture ascending, Droplets forming A cycle never- ending TT, 06/08/07 Water water everywhere and sometimes none to drink Could God be playing jokes on us It sometimes makes you think. Whether Christian or Atheist, consider the biblical flood when Noah survived the water (and escaped the stink and mud). Man's carbon footprint's everywhere It stretches from pole to pole If he could design the weather Instead of God, he'd be in control. So could he have been meddling and messing up our rain ? For weather is the Last Frontier A foe he'll surely never tame. Since Time began, the climate's set by tides that ebb and flow Interfere at your peril with Gulf streams or El Nino! The day it pours in the Sahara and camels learn to swim, or the Inuits wear bikinis and need suncream for their skins we'll know we're finally on our own God's left us to our sins. PR, 06/08/07 Let me sit where the woods grow tall, where an unspoken word can chase away a tear. Let me sit where the sun shines for all, where a rainbow blush can extinguish the fear. Sailinghomeward, 05/08/07 Just eighty litres, dust from dying stars and brooding Breath - and you have me It flows in veins like ancient seas around my heart - island in my ocean Can you see Water is most of me? Torrismond, 05/08/07 Diamond stars grabbed from the stream held on high for all to see. They pass overhead, they float above, there to nourish, there to cool. They fall back to earth, create a pool begin the journey to the place they were borne. Tiny specks of light all run together, little supernovas exploding in the air. Sometimes pelting, sometimes afloat in the breeze. But always and forever, tiny diamond stars. sailinghomeward, 05/08/07 A SLIGHTLY LESS INTENSE WATER POEM (no disrespect meant to those suffering from the floods) I drink a glass of water It makes its way through me, And trickles out the other end, But in the form of 'wee'. Wee is infact water, and water is infact wee, Though I doubt that wee is as refreshing, As an accompaniment to afternoon tea?! Whether the floods will come again, We cannot guarantee, But one thing we can know for sure, Is that there will always be wee! Michelle, 04/08/07 Water, Water, What hast thoust dunst? Ruler of man, Curbed by none, Water, Water, What hast thoust dunst. Lou Blitz, 04/08/07 Waterwomen Could it be … that water has things in common with us fifty-something women, no longer mingled with the wine of youth that gladdens the heart of man? Distilled, sparkling, fresh or salty, running hot or cold, pervasive, or evasive to the touch: by turns we find ourselves useful, superfluous, needed (urgently) or at fault. Dangerous in over-abundance and sadly missed when absent, we often seem too little or too much – But we are oh! so divinely appropriate when mixed with a fine oaked malt. Jessica Rose, 03/08/07 WEST OXFORD SUMMER 2007 We barely know we need it to survive, Transparent, neglected, keeping us alive. Now its coming for us down the river, the warnings say a "surge" of water. Now its a power to destroy instead of give survival. That being so, we fear its inevitable, excessive arrival. The organised seal well their house. Still it finds a way to overwhelm us. asia, 03/08/07 Water Put water in the pot and make some tea Put water with squash and then you'll see You can use this stuff at home when you cook You can use it everywhere just take a look; When you add soap you get suds When it rains a lot, it brings floods If you sweat a lot, it makes you clean If you pour it on a t-shirt - it can be obscene Some people jump in and have a swim Some people drench their mates on a whim Wherever there is water flowers will grow Wherever there is none it will really show It's bad when countries have a drought It's then we realise we cannot live without And people complain they cannot use the hose And grumble a lot when the river overflows The words of wisdom should make you think The time is now for a very large drink Here is the end of my water poem Here is where the words stop flowing Emma, 02/08/07 I flow from one form to the next Be it a glass or a tube or long, rugged banks of a river I will never loose my ability to change and flex All I am is another liquid except with a difference I can be what ever I want to be Although everybody and everything that needs me makes me what I am I can be calm and comforting or I can be your worst nightmare Never fear me, never fight me, never take me for granted Afterall, without me you would not have ever began your quest for the meaning of life. JK, 02/08/07 Water is colourless and clear Has no flavour or aftertaste It is blah and bland In fact it's everything I hate But like many other dull and boring things, when it's not available, run out we find a yawning gap, a need a thirst we cannot satiate. Too much, and we are swamped Driven off, we must escape Thus water is the perfect illustration of the advice I always give 'Moderation in all things' is the only way to live Pat R, 02/08/07 Drip drip drip drop drop drop oh this rain it will not stop my clothes are soaked my hair looks bad if theres no sun soon I will get SAD Lunchtime Receptionist, 02/08/07 This morning I consumed a glass of water, Refreshing; I drank a lot of wine last night, Now I consume a cup of coffee, Frustrating; I've undone my hydration plight. Of all the elements water is by far my favourite. Its chemical name is H20. When boiled it has lots of little fast bubbles. When frozen it can make snow. No more thoughts of its chemistry, I appreciate water more than this, It is the essential substance for diving, To keep up close and see little fish. It is the only thing for paddling pools, And is refreshing on a hot day, It can fill any number of vessels, It's fantastic stuff for kids to play. There is however a power in water. A dark side you could say. In large quantities it crashes and bashes, Propelling enormities of spray. At times there is a lack of its presence. The land does become very dry. People can suffer and animals whither. The plants they shrink up and die. I can't help but think that despite of its strength, That can wash all of Abingdon away, That it also is cheeky and does take its time To keep my hangover at bay! Ruthie, 02/08/07 the water overtakes me splashing slowly coherently, everywhere i want it the yearning to go, to experience what it would be like i wish silently everyday i wish to be healthy normal to experience splashing, water normality. Anon, 01/08/07 Water is clear It glistens in the sun but when it rains we run, into the puddles, water everywhere Splish, splash, splish splash we go Please don't rain again, oh no! JG, 01/08/07 Water's very wet. It's as wet as you can get. I can think of nothing wetter. If you can, you're thinking better. Than me. Mr Drippy, 01/08/07 |
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