Bernard F. Asuncion River Poems

B-eautiful
R-iver
I-s
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L-ove is like a river,
E-ver flowing at rainy season;
A-mazing clear water glows in the hot summer's beacon.
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S-ee
H-ow
Y-our
R-emarkable
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Time is like a running river,
You can't touch the same water twice;
Because the flow that has just passed
Won't come again before your eyes.
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J-ust like a running river,
U-nending blessings flow;
D-ay third of May won't make
Y-our life prone to sorrow.
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R-unning water in the river
I-s a blessing from above;
T-he graces from the sky
A-re truly the Father's love.
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D-o
A-ccept
N-ote's
Y-early
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M-oon
A-llows
R-iver
R-eflection
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God's graces flow like a running river,
Coming straight to those who wait for good things;
The quantity of the Lord God's blessings
Is undoubtedly countless in number.
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J-ust see how the river flows,
E-verlasting water is see-through;
N-ever will it become murky,
N-ew good things come to
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C-ry not a river,
H-ope for the ray of new light,
E-yes should start to glow.
R-iver of teardrops
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S-ee
H-ow
E-arth
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R-iver of tears that runs
H-as drowned many a heart;
O-n the thirtieth of May,
D-on't let your dream fall
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F-rom the steep mountain,
R-iver is next to cross;
A-lthough it's difficult,
N-o way you'll be at a loss.
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R-iver of tears runs no longer
E-arthly things are left behind;
A-n eternal bliss in heaven, the truth- seeker can find.
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M-ountains
A-nd
R-ocks
I-n
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A-n endless flow of the river
I-s like the rays that ascend;
N-ight's curse or jinx
I-s coming to an
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J-ust like a tree by the river,
U-nafraid of any season;
L-eaves are fresh and green,
I-ntact during dusk
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R-iver is not running dry,
I-t instead overflows;
N-ice graces from God
A-re falling from heaven's windows.
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D-elightful sound of the river
E-liminates the torment;
N-ever ignore the peaceful place,
Z-one of mind's content.
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J-ust let March thirteenth
O-pen the day with light;
N-ight cold chill is over,
N-ew dawn sets things
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S-un Friday March tenth
A-ims to brighten the gray;
L-ight above the horizon
O-pens the break of day.
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D-on't cry a river of tears,
O-n twenty-second December;
N-ever think about heartache,
A-s you rise up from slumber.
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R-ise of the sun begins,
O-ne Wednesday morning glory;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-arly eleventh January.
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A-nother river of life
I-s visited early Monday;
K-iss the mist goodbye,
O-r take the haze away.
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L-et the red beacon rise
O-n Sunday's good weather;
R-adiant rays shine above,
E-leventh morn December.
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M-ountains bring water,
H-ills set everything aright;
I-t's the river running by day,
E-ven during the
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C-ry not a river of tears,
H-owever painful or gray;
O-pen your eyes to trials,
N-ever ever walk
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