Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.
Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow.
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.
The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
it's not just me who regards the beauty
The horizon is a lovely color spectrum
The sky is like a watercolor paper
The colors float across the sky
Small narrow clouds create stripes
The sun drink some water from the ocean
Dipped its colors carefully in the ocean
Playing a bit with the waves
It is an amazing sight
The colors are so intensive
It is sensual and beautiful
The sun disappears in the horizon somewhere
I do not know where
but it has given me an inner peace and pleasure
A-L Andresen :)
The sun emerge from its hide, smiling bright and it glide
Promising a fine stay, for those who toil by the day
Oaks surround the landscape, as ferns add in to the grandeur
A heron’s displaying majestic pose, the farmers toil with ardor
The placid stream that flow, bearing success into the future
A land that God has blessed, with serenity he suture
The grassland spreading far and wide, down the country line we trod
Wheels turning and a group so old, no place we haven’t rode
Of sunshine state I speak to thee, its heritage and splendor bold
As we turn a bend in road, of beauty that my eyes behold.
We arrive at the marketplace, with stalls lining the street
It’s the day of harvest, where a merry crowd will meet
The stalls full and brimming, with the fresh produce
Homemade things in display, of those the villagers use.
Cheese, honey and pastas, that makes our mouth water
Pickles, meats and soaps, are also things they cater.
At night the moon peeps out, of promised passion sought
And a few but lingers, to feel the cool breeze float
From the cottages flow the sound of mellow laughter
of happy wives and kids, who are well looked after.
© (13 Feb '15)
Inspired by the Robert Butler paintings, especially “Farmers’ Harvest”.
Nature's Goddess Came To Greet
I stood upon a new dawn
When life was on the mend
And Spring burst in my heart
Nature's glory became my friend
Night stars and moon gave delight
As if life commanded this show
Brilliant rays cast upon the trees
A movie brightened dark the night
The forest spoke its worth
Creatures danced in sweet time
A pulse livened the glowing scene
Death and birth both sublime
Earth sent spirits to reveal
Stardust lying, lightly all around
Sights and sounds marvelous to behold
Mysteries slept in time surreal
Blast of knowledge entered in haste
Trees spoke with renewed vigor
Nightbirds sang in softened tunes
She appeared a glowing figure
Nature's goddess came to greet
Lowly man now most confused
A gift rarely ever given man
Goddess showering presents at man's feet
Set deep in this majestic night dream
Earth, Man and Nature eternally a team
Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2014
Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield. Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"
Brimstone's way up past the clouds
Highlights against the ocean line
Beautiful sunrise, warm texture
Warning, the rooster!
Glorious yellow and orange mixture
My source of great inspiration
Horizon against the wind
Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky
Itty Bitty Co.
S - P - R - I - N - G
Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired,
his grip weakening, he breathes his last.
The frowning skies finally crumble fast
revealing downy blue clouds that waltz
The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall
touching, caressing but melting adagio
the white icy coats among branches...
The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves
then upon naked arms of trees curls
the color green trembling with symptoms of spring.
Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums.
Evergreen trees duet as they whistle
to calm tunes of nippy breeze.
All around a choir blushing fountain hues
of brown, red, pink and yellow.
Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost
now stands. They burst with grins and jolts--
like squirrels bouncing up and down.
Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by!
Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps--
running dry with the heat rising slow on air.
It stirs sweet liquid pearls
to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells.
Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar...
Lured, they dance on merry-go-round
in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine.
Coats and boots all pack and rolled away,
chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair
as little children prance to do some plays.
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name: Seasons
06:49 pm, January 01, 2015
Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation
Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song
Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days
My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you
Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold!
Robert J. Lindley 09-24-2014
note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around.
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...
Such beauty abounds in bloom
Reaching to the sky
This Oriental Lily
Shows gorgeous colouration
The Stargazer lily was created in 1974 by Leslie Woodriff, a lily breeder in California. Woodriff called the new cross 'Stargazer', because the blooms faced towards the sky.
Laying here staring out across the ocean,
listening to the sound of waves roaring,
gazing up at all of the glimmering stars,
lighting up the sea like a dance floor.
Counting stars as blessings life has given me,
thanking God for each and everyone of them,
so relaxing just lying next to the shore lines,
trying to draw in the last bits of the night.
The full moon shining ever so brightly now,
and the waves calm down to a gentle splash,
a light breeze pushes softly against my skin,
I grab my sweater and drape it around me,
as I go to leave I stop and turn around,
just to admire the ocean one last time.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
White Peacock, Visual 2
embroidered silk plumage,
fashioned by fingertips of the
Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs
To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur
Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see
A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free
But it's when you look around, my world glistens
It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen
Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow
Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow
As we turn the corner many colours in radiate
Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape
Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour
Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other
As we draw nearer through the arched window I see
So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree
Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow
It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show
Rough winds blowing
Washing wild waves ashore
Scattering about seashells
It always makes me want more
~Spring versus Summer~
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
Pink shells on brown hands
As blue water lap white sands
Keen contrast of colors
NOTE: It's summer here in the Philippines, a tropical country of 1,107 islands.
15 April 2015
Captcha Contest - PAK
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Liquid ebony pools,
in night's gossamer mist.
Yet behind purple clouds,
dying sunrays persist.
A bat casts a shadow,
across a gold doubloon.
And darkens the heavens,
by eclipsing the moon.
Trees paint their canopies,
in shades of darkest green.
And consolations point,
to where only time’s been.
Shrouded in misty fog,
melancholy plants weep.
And their tears morph into
dewdrops once fast asleep.
Night's a magical time,
that is close to my heart.
And ought to be enjoyed,
like good wine and fine art.
Summer is gone now
and fall with her beautiful face
Softly just arrives.
Spreading joy with her colours
And thrilling with her magic.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Autumn’s rich brilliant palette,
showcasing a masterpiece
of fiercely blazing colours -
Leaves through a kaleidoscope,
pirouetting in wind-blown
gowns of gold, orange, brown, red -
Oh! Autumn colours!
Rushing Waters Stir The Soul
The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best
Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears
Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East
Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014
Somewhere in an old-growth forest,
a woman smoothly moves amidst
shadows of the pines and hardwoods.
Her mossy gown is verdant green,
her hair twinkles with mica and
her soul, deep as a midnight sky,
with remote star clusters beaming.
She tends the ruins of an ancient inn
and a bed of ferns and roses.
Many a nomad, passing through,
is revived by her grace and goodness.
Though we can't lay hands on her,
she wanders free within our grasp,
For the ancient inn beguiles us still
in the labyrinths of our minds.
Where twilight songs search of beauty
like syllables broke apart
I count each step to find your heart
where velvet words resonate
and azure moonlight softly hangs
in brushed hues of melody..
Poet ~ Rick Parise
Contest ~ NIGHT CREATURES
Muse ~ Nightingale #5
Not a whisper, nor a word,
just a moment in fall
A brief moment in time,
where the branches, interred,
are now kept, as a treasure,
in a frame on the wall,
and are here, for my pleasure, ...so divine.
Stirring my soul,
in soft shades of charcoal,
that can't whitewash, or dull,
such emotion, ....that is mine, to recall
Black arches and veins,
mottled pallets of gray,
in soft fingerlings, ......exquisitely spread.
To the depths, I'm enthralled,
and without reason, it calls,
taking breath from my lungs,.... uncontrolled
Now a season is mine,
whenever I pine,
to travel from spring, ....into fall
Inspired By Giorgio's Contest: "Black and White Film Photography"
3/5/15 by Carrie Richards
Those Were Golden Days of Splendor
Rushing clear water splattered over the rocks
melding into a huge spraying white foam
The sounds made sent heavenly tastes to my ears
the sight pierced my heart with love's stab
Stab that melds heart to a gentle Soul
a sweet pain born again and again so happily
Fast running stream in my mind's eye endures
stamps images with a clear splash of life
Just a swift stream from my youthful forays
days spent exploring Nature, the world anew
Memories time stamped , precious cargo aboard
faces of family waiting home for my return
Rushing water, a life in a bubbling brook
A memory, a love , a mental picture I took!
Robert J. Lindley, 08-26-2014
note: Looking back at the greatest time of my life.
I was ten years old, rambling the fields and woods
like a roaming gypsy on the prowl. My father was still alive,
my mother young and in good health and best of all my
baby brother was two years old, destined to live 12 more years.
A happy family of 11 children and two parents. Life was good!
BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES
From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile,
spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air,
their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair;
suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style,
the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare.
Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins
rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile...
Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare--
they blow their dreams to root in land fertile.
They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak
though trials, struggles may round and round peep
for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin
To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep
These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak
J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
9:37 pm, March 03, 2015
Black birds gather....early in the morning....scooping up sunshine and singing to announce a new day....
Wings flapping in rapid succession....like waves of splendor....enthusiasm galore!
Black birds gather...my heart flutters a new beat...a tempo like none other...like the shininess of soft piano keys...your passion to sing enlightens me
Oh how I wish I could sing at the first shards of sunlight....how I wish I could fly around from tree top to tree top ushering in the new opportunity
I will do my best to do the same thing right down here with my mug of hot coffee!
How I love the NEW DAY!
This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide
The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam
Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day
The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up real big
Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever
Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found
It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face
This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
WATER FINGERS CARESS
Crystal water fingers caress
stony marsh-grassy lands
its waves cajoles leaving fine pearls
of sea gifts: the bed sands
Above... still azure clouds look out,
running waves draw and probe
shoreless gleam of reeds or fields
ebbing on earthly globe...
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: LET ME FEEL YOUR LINES!
10:44 pm, March 31, 2015
We sit on the dock in the chilly autumn air
Wrapped in a blanket we just sit and stare.
The shores of our Lake are glowing with trees,
With all their bright colors our eyes do appease.
The moon seems to be on fire this night
And we watch as the geese arise and take flight,
Knowing we're blessed by this magical sight.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
From once lush green, vibrantly alive
This dorsiventrally flattened leaf never dies
It's fragility, nursed to allow ~
Such patience from the artist abounds
By blade and pin such creativity thralls
Again, it's decaying membranes reach out and touch
From the tree of life, this leaf lives on
Written about the craftsmanship of Omid Asadi
whom creates amazing Art from leaves.