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- Natures Beauty -

Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic 
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting

Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin

Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor 
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows 

Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration  pearls on leaves dried

Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes 
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens 

Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening 
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster 

Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - 
- Thank you my dear friend Liam -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Springtime paints such a delightful scene Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds 3rd February 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

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Woodland Path

Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say) 
is the product of loss.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald

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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

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The Raindrop

A solar wind caresses the mighty oceans blue,
Creates the waves, stirs the hearts of the true.
The spirit leaves the sea and floats on high,
To gather the dreams that make poets sigh.
When they reach saturation they at last take flight,
In search of lovers, adrift in the darkest of night.
Each dream a raindrop that freefalls though time,
Each drop a perfection, each dream sublime,
A prism to the soul or perhaps an angel’s tear,
As it floats and drifts, through the atmosphere.
Its colour and shape so clear and fragile,
Yet set on its course despite all the toil.
To replenish the land, refresh us each and all,
Oblivious to their beauty as they tumble freefall.
Each bead of perfection races to shatter,
On the land, its people and all that matter.
To wash the dry soil, to cleanse the city,
To grow the crops, dull the gritty.
Yet fail to heed its might and splendour,
When it can destroy, kill and can render.
There’s sorrow in those raindrops, so to glee,
It’s visible in its beauty-beast so plain to see.
As it gives life as it dies, a true resurrection,
The raindrop can certainly be a cruel perfection.

Copyright © Seosamh De Burca

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Spring Vs Summer


~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter

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My Favorite Garden

Glads and the lilies that grow very tall
Petunia and pansies...I do love them all

My favorites, however, are not really owned
Not found in the garden, but growing alone

Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please

Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe and watered by rain

Favorites of mine, I picked as a child
These flowers ignored, were born to be wild

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Floral expanse

Floral expanse

Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,

White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,

Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,

Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,

Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,

Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,

Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,

Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,

Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,

Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !

Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen

Awarded HM

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma

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In The Hands Of Nature

 the rustic feel withing me ,ever mesmerizing
a tantalizing fragrant spell to go uphill, grazing

i threw earthly lust and drifted up the mountain
nature'arms streching, and croon of the fountain

i know where i head, spontaneity is calculated
no human breath could do, it's God who created

when i have fears and pains that push to suffer
i resort to nature's brest, mortal man is so tougher

i won't rue i wont blame i won't hate i won't miss
any act, any deed, any breath will be heaven's bliss

nothing to claim ,save my own spirit to shame
that all the lust is here , only myself to blame

Copyright © The Lonely Shepherd

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A Ship Is Safe In The Harbor

A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.

Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.

Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.

A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.

And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity

We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.

Copyright © Gael Attal

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick

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Where The Wind Blows

When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh

A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes

Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again

She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine

Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows

Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....

Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby

©Donna Jones

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones

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The Mountain Speaks

(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore

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Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding

Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen

Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold

Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze

Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason

Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face

Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night

Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones

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The Lull

I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald

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This Sunset you Gifted me

I remember a sunset you gifted to me long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink golden sun turning soft was about to sink crimson sky looking down to see its reflection sea was too turning red its blue already gone few unknown birds in western sky on their last flight carrying sundrops on their wings whispered goodnight soon the sun went down and a hush engulfed all this sunset you gifted me I can still recall. ================000=================

Copyright © kash poet

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Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch …beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak log …arranged in a thicket by a caring mother hog They wave to a lonesome soul in the summer breeze …nature’s devise of cozy blanket in winter’s freeze And you ask me if I love leaves and trees …provides great shades for summer’s picnics, ”Leaves” Leaves have butterfly flight, floating gracefully about …catching sun’s rays bobbing multi colored with clout Golden, russet and burnt orange of autumn equinox …Beautiful LEAVES!, Thank God for nature’s clocks. In Honor of Carol Brown And Contest:

Copyright © john freeman

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Brand New Day

Brand new day climbs up in east
Paint the sky blue..earthly feast

Yesterday`s promises being fulfilled
And those who failed,yet again rebuild

Sun yawns and stretches her sunbeams
Blessing us with life..endless she gleams

Eternal shining diamond in the sky
Worth more than money could ever buy

As the day closes..from the bottom of my heart
My dream is that we will always have a new start

April 18th 2012

I belive that Mother Nature..and mankind deserves a new tomorrow.
Fresh and charged to tackle lifes` many challenges.

Copyright © Arild Andresen Ertsland

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Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain

I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain

R D Seal   25 Feb 13

Copyright © Richard D Seal

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The lake is a plate of evening blue Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view Under lilting skies the undulating sea Stretches far beyond infinity Silent and calm, no hint of green Smooth as silk with translucent sheen Rippling blue as far as fingers can see Yet when the moon’s luminosity Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be... © For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines By nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd

                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun

                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry

                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat

                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers

                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates

                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues

Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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Reposing Roses - A Summer Couplet

Reposing roses and dozing posies exhale perfumed sighs with nearing night
as the drowsy June moon softly suffuses scent-soaked skies with languid light.

for 'Lovin' Summer' contest

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

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Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature cries now her deep tears of true sadness,
For all the years of Man’s sad shame and utter madness.

Man has brought this lovely lady quite often to tears,
By his poor and pathetic care of our Earth over the years.  

Mother Nature’s been with Man now it seems forever,
And he does nothing at all and always tells her never!

Man’s climate sins are so tragic and always most telling,
And all he does is bitch and moan, and keeps on yelling!

Man’s span of existence is short in our Earth’s long life, 
And all he’s done is corrupt, pollute and caused her strife! 
Mother Nature cries at this sad tragedy Man has thus wrought;
She knows his life on Earth may be short, and learn he’ll Not! 

Mother Nature will adapt and evolve over time with no problem,
And she knows Man’s adaptability to change may be a problem.

Perhaps Man will learn this sad lesson here before all is too late,
And seek climate harmony in all he does and make positive his Fate!

Mother Nature cries—yet this can change with Man’s redemption,
If Man becomes Earth’s Good Steward and lives by God’s direction!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 3, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

*Originally completed for my new book on February 12, 2015.

Copyright © Gary Bateman

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From stark equinox, a cold wind blows
Maiden Winter closes the final rose,
Now she stands at the frosted gate
Decked in pristine robe so ornate
Dusted leaves drift from balding trees;
Crowning tiny pearls of arctic breeze.
Her wand sparks pale Eos’ quiet thrill
Quilts of eyelids wake on threadbare hill,
Soon kingdom’s carpet will turn to steel
And dashes of fairies pour a misty reel.
All snow -bound hours and icy nights
Blinkies*, a million twinkling lights
Scatter their magical flakes once again,
For powdered toes to whisk on capped lane.

And so the frigid bouquets will cling
Till crystals explode across Beira’s* wing.


*Eos- Greek Titan goddess of dawn
*Blinkies—Jamaican term for fireflies
*Beira—Celtic goddess of Winter

Fairy Tails Contest by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Get Behind Me

Fall fell in and flat lined Summer’s promiscuous pulse.
“You’ve had your play now go: enough of your insults.

You sent your disastrous rain where it wasn’t needed,
And where it was, cries for your moisture went unheeded.

Get behind me and go. Earth’s inhabitants need rest.
They need quiet and beauty, and I can do that best.

Coolness and crisp color is called for; rustling leaves.
The smell of newly harvested corn in the fresh breeze,

Smashed glass stars in a cold clear black sky,
Thin lines of smoke from chimneys rising high.

They need my beauty and rest before winter’s weary, white,
to build again strength, and joi de vivre 'ere the frozen night."

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne

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The Whisper of Wind

              Come to me and lay down your wearies,
              In the bed of rose petals rest appease.

          The soft  voice of siren will send you in to bliss.
      'Til you close your eyes and start dreaming in peace.

           Dance with me, I'll take you in heavenly place.
       Where angels and fairies singing a song of praise.

                   Fly high and touch the ceiling of sky.
             Feel the pleasure within of nature's lullaby.

written: 5/21/2014
Contest name: it's all about nature #3
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres

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I am the wind thru the trees

The apple blossom on fragrant breeze

A solitary sunbeam on a cloudy day

The rhythm of life as the tall oaks sway


I am the stream teaming with life

And the orchard, sweet, when all is ripe

Before creation was spoken to be

I am that I am, and I am He

Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Spiritual

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt

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The Gilded Mountain Sea

I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees. A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze. It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops. An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops. And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide across this sea of fantasy into the eventide. The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view. My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me, a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Stardust Artist

Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth. 

A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees. 
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.

For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.

Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.

James Nichols 12/29/12

Copyright © James Nichols