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Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Down Fall

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.




Details | Verse | |

Sensual And Beautiful


                      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



03.04.2013
A-L Andresen :)


Details | Free verse | |

Flowers Emerge

            Flowers Emerge

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"


Details | Verse | |

Red Sun

RED SUN

#1
Brimstone's way up past the clouds 
Highlights against the ocean line
Beautiful sunrise, warm texture
Warning, the rooster!

#2
Glorious yellow and orange mixture 
My source of great inspiration
Horizon against the wind 
Unmatched - beauty mark In the sky


 Itty Bitty Co. 


Details | Tanka | |

Stargazer

Amidst greenery 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.


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn

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 aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 8.10.2014


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours
Autumn’s rich brilliant palette, showcasing a masterpiece of fiercely blazing colours - boastful foliage!
Leaves through a kaleidoscope, pirouetting in wind-blown gowns of gold, orange, brown, red - Oh! Autumn colours!
9-01-2014


Details | Sonnet | |

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

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...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Christmas Snow

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 .


Details | Verse | |

Beautious Hummingbird

Tiny
Trochilidae
Beauty.

Long beak,
Sucking nectar 
You seek.

Rare sight,
Humming softly
Delight.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.27.2014
Contest: Whispers of a Muse
2nd


Details | Rhyme | |

One Autumn Night

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 
09.05.2014


Details | Free verse | |

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

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!


Details | Rhyme | |

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

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


Details | Free verse | |

Love Repeats A Kiss

          Love Repeats A Kiss

Lips kiss the petals of the nether world call
Flowers derive their scents from fragrances
Fills the air with wonder
Blue skies and passion in your eyes
Green grass on the soft low valley of your soul
Eyes fill with color by the warm sun glow
Flesh blossoms slow as passion grows
Love comes in the low lands on a breeze
Leaves imagination to ponder
It never leaves 
Love repeats itself with bliss
The reminder of a kiss 


Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Free verse | |

World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways


Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




Details | Haiku | |

crimson tide

*
                                     
                                    pink gulls of twilight

                                            circle the hidden cove...

                                                    sand between our toes




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Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

One of the Wonders

by just looking at it from the distance a picturesque view captures right away our hearts a stair like going up to heaven on its magnificent appearance a cogent power beckoning every tourist to visit and become a part of this historical place and one of our world’s beauty spots the People’s Republic of China stands tall with pride and glory in possession of this gigantic dragon-formed and walled stair a product of their ancestors’ concerted effort to protect their country from heartless invaders who want to ruin without care so, they’d built it with masonry and rocks strong enough and fair let’s all go and experience this great and wonderful place anytime of the year but winter is still the best, I bet climbing on every step of the walled stair with nuance pace so lofty but a gentle breeze will extricate ourselves from sweat more power and energy will be saved and it’s a challenge a bit Great Wall of China has been built and renovated until Ming’s Dynasty a creative work of art by the Chinese and their great masterpiece along the mountain sides to the top winding up with majesty so impressively built as if trying to reach an endless place a breathtaking beauty inviting us to capture tenacious memories climbing on Great Wall is so much fun and enjoyable a stop on each pillar shows a full view of the scenery giving us a great tour a part along our way up is a long chain of padlocks for lovers and couples an everlasting love, peace, bliss and everything they’ll wish for believing that leaving a padlock and key there, wishes will be granted for sure the most challenging and rewarding part is the incentive we’ll get if we climb and reach the peak, a certificate for us to remember so, to make our experiences with travel expenses commensurate let’s all gather our strength and be determined as great explorers for us to get one of the most precious moments in life to cherish forever
April 8, 2013 Note: The composition of this poem was also inspired by my wonderful experience in this place when we’d our school tour last March 7-10, 2011 at Beijing. Both great happiness and terrible sadness I’ve felt that time. My happiness to see the beauty of the place but terrible sadness was deep inside of me because I was thinking of my father who was already at his critical health condition and, I went back home to visit him just after coming back from our joyful tour. First Place Contest: Seven Wonders Judged: 4/25/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet Poet Destroyer


Details | Cinquain | |

Weeping Willow

                                             
                                              The tall
                                        Weeping willow
                                     Waves majestically
                        Somehow she seems to be haunted
                                             Moaning

                                              Maybe
                           She’s merely airing her branches
                                   In the windy meadow
                                       Being heard by
                                              Spirits


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Fall 2012
This is know as a Mirror Cinquain
5 Lines + 5 Lines
Syllables 1-2  2-4  3-6  4-8  5-2        6-2  7-8  8-6  9-4  10-2


Details | Rhyme | |

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail

Willie wagtail wakes the morning
With his song outside my room
He tells me that the day is dawning
And sings away all shades of gloom.

Lovely bird, back black and shiny
With his belly creamy white 
He sits there on a roof so finely
Giving my Soul sweet delight
\
‘Morning’s here’ his song is singing
Every note so loud and clear
As his song to me is bringing
A feeling oh, so sweet and dear.

26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

where is your chirping

grievous becomes feels 
every time hear shouting heart squalling 
about his broken beauty of nature 
mountain and valley whimpering 
because of  slovenliness
humankind  hunt living needs 
and forget his beauty of natural 

i fear for 
loss of morn’s  chirping
beautiful song from my sweet birds
I seldom heard them all

maybe you confused
where should you step your feet 
might you fret 
saw  your shade trees broken  
shattered growled

sick  of your heart 
was so heartfelt
perhaps i  worried
to lose your beautiful chirping

you need the trees 
beautiful environtment
you need to shade
and  i need your beautiful chirping

no more fella 
you pickaback
with fret the woody stem 
to the city 
to the country

it is the ideal places 
for my birds to sing
yearning always 
where is your chirping

(c)Sukmawati komala
16 February 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | Verse | |

Sunset Tableau

Watching sunsets flare
Hypnotized we stare.
Horizons last light
Burning orange bright.
Heaven and earth one,
As our day is done.

Used Quote from the Little Prince 
“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!’ ‘You know, when you’re feeling very sad, sunsets are wonderful.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.15.2014
Nette Onclauds Contest:
Design your Tableau 4th


Details | Quatrain | |

Into Autumn we Walked

We waved goodbye to the summer skies
As we walked below the last canopies of green
Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms
Appreciative as we witnessed her scene

Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed
Butterflies and insects buzz out another year
Yesterdays scents captured in our minds
Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears

The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes
Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall
We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze
To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral

The evening descends absorbing the light of the day
Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black
Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark
This seasonal change shows no lack

Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park
Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views
We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes
My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-9.php


Details | Haiku | |

An innocent love triangle

me and you love plant                                                                                                 three rising ambient light                                                                                               one parasol folds                     *                         *                                                                 Oxalis triangularis -the love plant


Details | I do not know? | |

Mountain living

Living in the mountains, with all of its tranquility
Able to do things with my versatility
At first I wasn't standing all so strong
Now getting the feeling that this is where I belong

Just living in the mountains, makes me feel high
Storms break open, through the night sky
Waking up in the morning, the beautiful crisp air
That wonderful feeling, I can always bear

Sitting in a bus, travelling from place to place
Gazing out the window, the smile on my face
With rolling green hills and rivers that flow
My smile gets bigger, the more I glow

Walking through the bush, everything is green
It's absolutely beautiful which is all serene
I wouldn't trade the mountains for the city at all
Because the mountains makes me stand so tall


Details | Free verse | |

THE STONE GARDEN-2

Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










































Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

daybreak by design

an eager morning sun is rising
though the moon still hangs pale over the water
and all things trivial cease to matter
when earth and sky are compromising 

I'll find dawn's beauty by design
and find, as well, joy overcome
my heart, my soul, while watching from
the window of day-night, entwined





___________________________________


Details | Quatrain | |

Storm over the Glen

Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben

Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight

Forested slopes
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide

I look to the skies
As they turn battleship grey
An impending storm
Is heading my way

It looks like the glen
Is in for one hell of a night
The last storm we had
Was an explosive delight

Fork lightening, thunder
Obscured by clouds
One follows the other
Arcing out loud

I await the winds
And the vertical rains
Lashing with force
Against my cottage panes

Suddenly, theres a massive roar
More powerful than i have heard before
A sheet of lightening lit up the sky
Capturing the Ben of granite high

This man of old, caught in silhouette
Standing guard over his beautiful glen
This icon, this keeper of the Saltire Blue
Stands tall and proud like Highland men

Hours pass as i look on in awe
From my cottage window through the rain laiden panes
The power of nature in many scenes
Drums and a light show washed down with champagne




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php




Details | Free verse | |

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


Details | Shape | |

Your Umbrella


                                            I
                                   Can be yours,
                             Whenever you feel like
                   A drop is Pouring down from sky and
              It reaches your beautiful hair. I can be yours,
       To protect your beautiful face, I can be yours, whenever
                                              Y
                                              O
                                              U
                                              R
                                              E
                                              Y
                                             ES
                                             DESIRE!




Details | Free verse | |

Once Upon a Forest Walk



The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see a pathway that winds beside a clear stream.  The roots
from the trees reach toward the water etching deep ruts .
Large rocks decorate the edges -mark the curves that beckon
beckon me to follow on.

A large puddle appears, blocking the path. I take off my shoes and paddle through enjoying the squishy mud.

Suddenly, a bear - I STOP, 
watch it foraging for berries.  With caution,
 I back, silently away to let it follow the terrain
 onward to its cave and hibernation.

Something sparkles on the ground - I stoop- pick it up.
 It is a long key with a open circled end. I put it in my pocket
thinking it will make an interesting ornament.

At the end of the path, I find a rustic cottage with
 high garden gates, banks of rhododendrons. 
A secluded hideaway.
There is neatness, order to the whole scene.
 smoke rises from a chimney 
into clouds overhead.

I pull out the key. It sparkles temptingly.


Details | Free verse | |

Paradisiacal

Tranquil
the ocean
sun sinks
sky orange-red
with distance
comes moon
each wave
mutes night
circling gulls
waves and air
water and evening
infinite horizon...

Everything
utters night
losing shape
eyes closing
darkness in wind
each wave
the water
sky and moon
go together
with these words
I paint the sky dark...


Details | Haiku | |

The Might of Gentleness

Waterfall... 

Mighty roar... 

Gentle mist.




~Form is Ellip~


Details | Cinquain | |

Sunflower

Sunflower
Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity
Plant


Details | Personification | |

The Petal

The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity 
The petal is in love

Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last without my tree
Time, please do not hurry 

Pity the perennial
They are isolated from winds of passion
Never taking a chance, never will they see unknown beauty 
Why are they watching us while we explore all of mother nature's creation

Fading, the sun relinquishes my mortal soul
Withering away, the earth is reaping me
Crumbling, winds spread my ashes into the sunset
I am ready, sweet death


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear. 
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself .
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost . 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Verse | |

Half for you and Half for me


                                    I share my picture with you
                                          I share it in half
                                       You get God's heaven
                                      and I get Mother Earth
                                           You get the sun
                                           and I get the rain
                                           You get the light
                                          I get the shadows
                                    You see the beautiful flowers
                                         I see the long roots
                                   You see all the stars twinkling
                                          I see the darkness
                                       You see the moon light
                                    I see a reflection in the pond
                                This is a picture of  beautiful nature 







14.03.2013
A-L Andresen


Details | Concrete | |

Concrete Leaf

                                                                     L
                                                                      E                                       
                                                                       A
                                                                        F
                                                                    IS MY 
                                                          NAME AND I LIVE 
                                                    UP IN THE TREES. I LOVE 
                                             TO TRY AND WAVE AT YOU EACH 
                                          TIME I FEEL A BREEZE. SUMMER TIME
                                     I FILL BARE BRANCHES UP WITH LEAVES OF
                                  GREEN AND WATCH AS SQUIRRELS AND BIRDS 
                                   COME BY TO FULFIL THEIR SUMMER DREAMS.
                                       WHEN THE SKYS TURN GREY AND NORTH
                                            WINDS BLOW THAT’S WHEN WE ALL
                                                BEGIN TO GLOW. WITH ORANGE,
                                                   RED’S AND GOLDS SO TRUE, 
                                                        WE EVEN GET A LITTLE
                                                            RUSTY TOO. BYE
                                                                 FOR NOW
                                                                     TREE
                                                                         S
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.12.2014


Details | Light Poetry | |

A jungle cannot be a jungle without them

A jungle cannot be a jungle without them...... God created this beautiful universe for us He created beautiful animals and birds for us to love them while we live A jungle is never be a jungle without them Their roaring and singing voices are the rhythm of the jungle The sun and the rain always blessed them They live with nature and they get what ever they wish from her They are more beautiful when we see them living with the nature. The nature brought them and allow the nature to take them back other than kill them by hunting Let us thank God for giving these beautiful innocent animals and birds for us and let us take care of them from the hunters who kill them. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @ 2004 Ravi Sathasivam


Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | I do not know? | |

Fire

Fire
Instance of combustion
Fuel
Ignited
Oxygen
Light, Heat, Flame
A burning mass
As on a hearth
Destructive conflagration
Heat
Greek fire



©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Ballade | |

My treasure chest

My treasure chest

My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night 
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.

It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.

My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.

21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.



Details | Clerihew | |

Tiger running free

Tiger running free

Tiger running through the scrub
The sun upon his back
Muscles rippling all aglow
He’s sprinting down the track

All lesser beasts they hide away
What can they do but cower?
They feel it in their frightened souls
This wild cats mighty power.

But striped oppressor doesn’t care
That’s not where he is at
He’s just playing with his cubs
This big, soft, gentle cat.

27 July 2013 @ 1750hrs.




Details | Ballad | |

A beautiful sky,so red

A beautiful sky, so red 
Clouds 
Scattered as far as the eye can see 
Words cannot be said 
A beautiful sky, 
for me 

I looked up, 
to a beautiful sky, so red 
To be a cloud 
Yet, I am down here instead 

The sun painted its' colour 
beautiful and red 
throughout the sky 

A beautiful sky, so red 
melted away 
Dark blue 
Some say... 
Transformed the day, 
to something new 

The sky darkened 
Night was here instead 
To steal the light.... 
of a beautiful sky,  so red 

I have become a night 
Lost in starlight 
Onwards I sped, 
to find a beautiful sky , so red


Details | Rhyme | |

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


Details | Villanelle | |

Drifting Clouds

Drifting Clouds ( Villanelle) When all the clouds have drifted by A beautiful day shall be on it’s way Sunshine always lights the blue sky One can almost hear the flowers sigh After a warm and gentle rainy day When all the clouds have drifted by The beautiful sunset one can’t deny And the romantic moon smiling so gay Sunshine always lights the blue sky Often wonder what it feels to fly Up and up to the stars far away When all the clouds have drifted by Rainbow magic is beautiful to the eye Changing cloud colors, dark, white, gray Sunshine always lights the blue sky Fast endless winds blowing up high Thunder and lightning are at play When all the clouds have drifted by Sunshine always lights the blue sky Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.25.2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | List | |

Through Valleys And Hills

Through  Valleys And Hills 


Through the valleys and hills I go                 unafraid 
To meet the dahlia’s scent                            on parade   
Unfolding my sigh in the sun                       I stayed 
Beneath the wings of his love                      unscathed

Through rain I found bliss                       as it poured 
Baby bears in the bush                           how they purred 
Unhinging my worries                               I was restored  
By a habitat loft where squirrels              keep their hoard 

Through the night I did strive                      to be free 
Greeting moon, stars and                                 tree
Unearthing dreams found a Rose                in my Tea 
Outward front by the lake                         found a Key 

Through the dusk I did romp                      to my knee 
Till I opened the door                                    oxen free 
As a deer in the forest allayed                     by the sea 
I faced heaven above, me,                          a meadow pea             


Details | Free verse | |

Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner


Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Free verse | |

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Details | Tanka | |

A Perfect World



    in a perfect world

        no roses die on the vine

            spring is eternal

                natures gifts are abundant

                    in sunlit skies rainbows shine...


Details | Acrostic | |

Garden

Generous nature nurturing our plants and family too
Altruism sprinkled with lots of hopes and loving care
Reaching for the sun and spreading warmth to many souls
Daffodils her Springtime flower pushing through the ground
Energetic grandchildren are fertilized with play
Neila My Forever Love, The Gardener of My Dreams

©2013 Rick Zablocki


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Blank verse | |

Listen To The Sea

Listen to the sea
Hear the waves roar,
Like as if the sound helps you soar
Through pieces of your life.
Let it remind you
That there will always be a friend
Who will be with you thick and through,
Whether it be me
Or someone else,
All I would want is for you to be happy.
If you’re ever lonely,
Just go and listen to the sea…


Details | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 37 - Silver Beads On Line -


        Dew wet spider web 

        Sparkling pearls on fine parade 

        Life's boasting beauty 






  23.10.2014
  A collaboration Haiku: Demetrios Trifiatis 
  and Anne-Lise Andresen :)
      






        







Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Ballade | |

Everything is beautiful

Everything is beautiful

It seems the whole world sleeps
Whilst I, so all alone
Sit beneath a sheltered roof
So far away from home
By the river, here in Nornalup
As Venus hugs the moon
They shine up there in the mystic sky
And my heart feels so in tune.

Everything is beautiful
In the silence of this morn
In just a couple of hours from now
The day will be reborn
And the sky now filled with sparkling gems
Will become the deepest blue
As the wild birds herald in the dawn
And the sun comes shining through.

The river oh, so gently flows
Just a shadow to my eyes
It goes it’s way in harmony
When the sun it does arise
It will glow once more reflecting all
Those lovely hues of green
That come from giant tingle trees
That enhance this lovely scene.


Details | Imagism | |

Blackbird

Blackbird

Atop a pine
of perfect symmetry-
a blackbird
where a star should be.

Suzanne Delaney


Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Ballade | |

Letting my eyes look within

Letting my eyes look within

‘I am here, I am me’ I state every day
Though I play with the words just a bit
yet always the message it be just the same
There really is no doubt about it
I am trying to enter the essence of me
I’m letting my eyes look within
I go to my center and look at my source
That space far away from the din.

Been doing this thing for just gone four years
And I’m feeling the changes that come
My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good
And the anger, it seems has gone dumb
Little things that mattered don’t matter no more
I care not who’s wrong or who’s right
I look at my me ness and find me the force
Of all of life’s wondrous delight.

I am here, I am me, these words I do state
And this it be my daily song
As I let the mind seek the source of itself
And feel myself truly belong
To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe
As I realize, everything’s me
I just want to be Mr natural man
I just want my mind to be free.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Verse | |

End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014


Details | Lyric | |

As the river flows

As the river flows

As the river flows
So surely to the sea
It’s power be a wondrous sight
As it roams the land so free
The path of no resistance
Is how she lives each day
I will learn from this old river
I need to live this way.

As the river flows
She takes all in her stride
Not dogged by expectations
Not held back by her pride
She flows into the ocean
She knows this be her home
She has no need to hurry
She’s just content to roam.

Oh, I’ll be like that river
That’s how I’ll live my life
All free from fear and worry
Until my time is rife
To join that mighty ocean
All filled with sweet devotion.

As the river flows
And things get in her way
She knows to never struggle
Just flows from day to day
And lets the power take her
To where she needs to go
Her softness melts all obstacles
Albeit, oh so slow.


Details | Verse | |

Inspire

Inspire by Weston Gregory 

When the sun comes from the east 
Shining its beauty through the 
leaves,
I'm so inspired by what I  see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the  monarch butterfly 
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon

I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering 
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of 
gloom,
on its fading from sight on Negril west end 
soon

As if wishing on a dream 
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes 
our nature predicts tomorrow 
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
horror.
Response well to a global hallow 
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....


Details | Ballade | |

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day
Each moment a pleasure indeed
Cause I live on a wonderful planet
Where my life does fill all my needs
There’s the sun that comes up in the morning
The sweet birds that sing in the trees
And those trees as they reach up to heaven
Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze

It seems to me everyone’s moaning
About all the things they don’t like
There’s something so strange about people
A sadness that touches their Psyche
They don’t see the world quite like I do
And they don’t like me smiling at all
And because I’m a happy old fellow
They think I‘m a bloody old fool.

But I wear a smile, cause I’m laughing
At all of the troubles I’ve had
I once was a troubled young fellow
And everything hurt me so bad
But now there’s the sun in the morning
And everything life gives to me
And I am one happy old fellow
As I love everything that I be.

4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.




Details | Ballade | |

Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


Details | Ballade | |

Flip

Flip.

Once there was a fish named Flip
Who went and took a notion
To ask those other older fish
To tell him 'what’s the ocean?'
He’d read about it in his books
But no matter where he looked
And man he did look endlessly
But could not find the sea.

The other fish just looked at him
And told him all together
Don’t worry about this sort of thing
Just study be more, clever.
Then Flip, he asked an old, old fish
Who smiled and told him gaily
“Oh Flip you’re living in the ocean
It’s with you lad and daily”

But when Flip told the other fish
Just what that wise fish said
They laughed at him derisively 
And said “he’s off his head”
And they all beat that wise fish up
For the nonsense that he talked.
 Then turned and chased young Flip away
For they knew what they’d been taught!!!

24 September 2013 @ 0630hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


Details | Rhyme | |

In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunsets and Journeys

Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing and rumbling up onto
the porcelain beach. Wade out let it splash all over me so cooling and
refreshing along with ocean breeze. Splash on the face I lick it off,
exquisitely salty. sand Pipers skiddering along, Pelicans and sea gulls
in the indigo sky catching my eye. Such beautiful things my spirit uplifted.
Sun now kissing the ocean in an explosion of colors. I sit down
 to take it all in. Orange, scarlet, green, violet, purple, amber,
 gold, emerald, jasper, amathyst, amber, alibaster and every
 hue inbetween. A glorious feastfor the eye and mind
 to put at ease. Dark now as the golden moon
takes it's Majasties place. What a simply wonderful day.
Giving sigh it's over I could do this forever. Time to go back to my home
in Arkansas. We have beautiful sunsets there as well. Beautiful mountains,
streams, forests, springs, caves, clear lakes await for me to revisit.
The air is clean with a fragrant scent, purple, yellow, orange, lavender,
azure, indigo, cardinal, porcalin, pink and more colors than I can
describe wild flowers frow. Clear blue rivers rush with white roaring 
rapids to float, forests of emerald abundant to explore. Mountains 
treacherous to scale, Hot springs to sooth and heal both body and 
spirit. Diamonds to find, red, champagne, blue, sparkling enchanting 
exquisite. Crystals bound in the mines near the healing hot springs,
amythest, garnets, water crystals, rubies and jasper in georgeous
colors crafted into rings, bracelets, pendants, watch bands and so
many more elegant things. I may never get to return to the beloved 
beaches again in my life, but I still have all these wonderous things
in My Natural Arkansas. However if I am fortunate enough to return to 
the glorious oceans and beaches, I will once again enjoy the treasures,
pleasures, sunsets  to behold so bold and vibrant, more wonderful
memories if it comes to pass. one never knows for certain what lays
ahead down lifes path so onward we go and enjoy each blessing
that the Lord has prepared to us to see. Hopefully we will learn on
this journey to love, care for and share with each other.


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


Details | I do not know? | |

Recycle

Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything

Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful


Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The only planet of choice

Nowadays, when I look at sunset I feel as it is the last one...
We have a big problem!
All of us on the Earth must ask ourselves what we have done to our beautiful and unique Earth.
Because of our shameless egoism we have forgotten how to live with the nature and how to thank God for living on the Earth.
Why is it so hard living simple life instead what we are doing now; we have complicated everything!
Our planet is called "The only planet of choice" and what have we chosen!?
We have chosen our self destruction because the only thing we destroy is human existence.
The Earth will be existing in the future after punishing human race for being and acting like gods.
The new circle will begin and the new kind of life will substitute stupid humans.
Our final destiny will be "lost in the universe without home".
But all this should not be happen if we change ourselves.
We must love the Earth, our beautiful home because it is our promised land, our paradise.


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Free verse | |

In the Memory of My Allen Forest

To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments 
I spent during my childhood 
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
 
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and                                                 
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest 
Almost every day.

The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.

Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind 
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child  & Youngman I had enjoyed 
About forty years back.

In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same 
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.

That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression 
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling 
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings 
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back

I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of 
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a 
Little distance now instead of touching the forest 
As it uses to be about forty Years back.  


Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building


Details | Ballade | |

I have it all

I have it all

What need I, I have it all
There’s nothing that I need
This garden offers everything
Oh, yes, it does indeed
Those branches dancing on the breeze
Green parrots gentle call
Soft music on the stereo
Oh yes, I have it all.

No treasures in this whole wide world
Could give me any more
One moment spent among the flowers
This be what I adore
Hibiscus with its purple flowers
Those softly cooing doves
Soft green leaves in the morning sun
Oh, all of this I love.

Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky
Give off a hint of rain
As I wait to feel the velvet drops
I’m like a man insane
Drinking in the sweet damp air
And this beauty all around
I open up my heart and soul
To the harmony here found.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | ABC | |

Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


Details | Ballade | |

That time of silence

That time of silence

It’s coming soon, that time of silence
When the birds pay their last call
They come to feed here from the seed trays
It’s a time so beautiful.
Cause all those sounds both loud and soft
Diminish into naught.
And cause such depth to touch my heart

To cut down all the thought.
There’s something about the dusk’s silence
That mesmerizes me
The mystery and the stillness
How wonderful it be
When the sky is blotched with clouds
Then the dusk is so unreal
Red to orange, fade to darkness
So sweet it makes me feel.

So just for now I’ll sit and wait
And watch the parrots eat
It’s not too long now till it’s here
This evening show so sweet
When once again the sun will sink
Into the mystic night
To let love touch my heart again
And give me sweet delight.



Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


Details | Personification | |

We Heard the Ocean Speak

I can go ahead and personify the ocean
As this pen has been granted the poetic license
To carve a soul from a still object-
And make the ocean take the form of man.

The soft sand shaking forth beneath our feet
The sweet salty smell of the ocean-
Caresses our nostril to the presence of nature
As we watch the image unfold-
Of such huge expanse of water with ships lacing its trails.

So the sun came right above the sky
Embracing us with his scorching arms
Sending waves of heat upon the earth-
As we scamper to find a shade to rest our legs.

So we watched the waves wash the sea up the sand
And watched as half naked men dive headlong into the sea
And there by the shore some set their dice to roll upon the sand.
Just you and me; we watched as the day sailed by
And beggars raised their hands for token-
And little unfortunate boys walked hungrily behind their mothers.

Together we heard it speak,
As it tells us of how beautiful life is,
And how tumultuous the world could be,
So we should expect it.
It speaks to us about the joy that abound
When two people confide in the other,
So we should embrace it.
It speaks to us of how marvelous God is;
So we should seek Him.

Let’s bury our worries in the sand of yesterday
As the ocean speaks to us-
Of men who have been lost in the wind of vain
And of people staggering effortlessly in chain.
Man is history; just a filament of a story.

We heard the ocean speak,
So beautiful and terrifying,
We heard it shriek.
 


Details | Ballade | |

Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


Details | Romanticism | |

Nature

I woke up in the morning,
Thinking all about you,
Only to imagine your eyes,
Shining like a morning dew.

I rolled my arm across the bed,
To Find your empty space beside,
Your presence can always be felt,
Fresh as air all the time.

I took an effort to leave the bed,
And glanced through the window,
Only to see the beautiful sunshine,
Like the beautiful heart you endow.

The tree's hustled across the lane,
Dropping leaves as trail, 
Like your soft voice and true words,
Leaving a mark on me,they never fail.

The flowers bloomed in the front row,
All Red, Yellow, Purple and white, 
Like the variety of roles you play at home,
With all respect, love alike.

Someone embraced me from behind,
Someone i felt i knew,
As i turned around to kiss her head,
And tell her '' I love you! '' 
She smiled like the day,
All Refreshing and so bright,
And hugged me to the core of heart,
To imply everything is all right,
Peace to have nature in my arms,
And say that '' It's all mine!"
Happy to spend my life with her,
Cause even forever is less in time.


Details | Triolet | |

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...


Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


Details | Ballade | |

The Angels came today

This poem is about a mystical experience I had whilst walking the wetland trails one day.


Angels came today

I think my angels came today
They stayed with me a while
Young Michael well he made me laugh
He really made me smile.
He made me happy with his ways
As he made my old feet dance
It seems he’d make me act the fool
Any time he got a chance’

He came with me on the wetland trails
He had a sense of humor
They say he really plays that horn
Perhaps it’s just a rumor!
He made me dance along those paths
Put lightness in my feet
And then came Angelique too
Oh she was very sweet.

Angelique, wondrous angel
Did hold me in her gaze
It seemed that she will always try
Some pain then to erase
Her eyes were lovely mystic blue
All love, and rich compassion
As she glided into me
In an angel kind of fashion.

I know not if these feelings felt
Were the play of restless mind
Or if these two indeed were angels
And yet they seemed so kind.
They gave me laughter
Gave me love
And I hope we meet again
For I felt within their blessed presence
The absence of all pain.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Lyric | |

NO NEED TO HIDE

Another Saturday afternoon
gentle breeze is blowing by
I just read your last love letter
felt the sparkle in your eye
The birds are serenading me
chipmunks stand entranced
I'm feeling so close to nature
in a muse for sweet romance 
Thunderstorm in the distance
massaged by the heavenly mist
Thoughts of our next together
oh I'm enraptured in all of this 
The squirrels look so happy
my fish pond's an excited buzz
The anticipation is rising high
they know what your love does
All of these friendly creatures
who live so close to me
I've told them all my secrets
they love the thought of you and me
So when you come home on Sunday
we're going to have a party outside
Then we'll make love in the meadow
they all know, so no need to hide

Date: 8-2-14


Details | Triolet | |

Crape Myrtle Tree



Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm
Purple petals fall, a visual delight
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Delicate blooms, soaking up light
Flowering in splendor with unique charm
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm

Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains
Lush branches touch birds flying by
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Sunshine streams through clouds on high
Children seek shade in wind song refrain
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012


Details | Couplet | |

Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




Details | Rhyme | |

7th Sense

I could see auras
Blotched on the walls before me
Around human heads

I could see colors
Floating around head gaily 
Like precious halos

I could smell - 1st sense
I could taste - 2nd sense
I could see - 3rd sense 
I could feel - 4th sense
I could touch - 5th sense
I could sense (intuition) - 6th sense 
Guess my seventh sense?

If you don't, that proves that your dense! 

Get the hint?
If you do, here's a cookie!
You get it? 
If you don't, shame on you...
Shame to you, 
dude or lady! 
Really now? Really? 

I could sense
When someone is ill...
Or when someone is sad...
When things go wrong...be still !
I could sense that you're mad...

I'm seventh sense
Can you guess my 7th sense?
*hint* hint* Read the first 6 lines! 
It's not that complicated! 


Details | Free verse | |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Nothing
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."




Details | Sonnet | |

Into the Sunlight

The black water rolls upon the dark sand
As the gold of twilight unveils its string
The soft reds and light grays start to command
And rise slowly, as the day tries to cling
The black of the sea is touched by the sun
To sink beneath where the sea and sky meet
And thin gray clouds stretch, as though thread fine spun
Weaving a tapestry for eyes to greet
To lay in the silent vastness and space
And capture beauty, to hold in the mind
To linger still, in memories embrace
A picture painted to always remind

How soft the vision, when colors convene
When Nature allows,when painting a scene



5/9/14


Details | Haiku | |

Patience Hears

birds retort
wind whispers riddles untold
patience hears


Details | Lyric | |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | Haiku | |

Sea at Night

Dark moonlit water:
Nature's natural mirror,
Catching stars at night.

The Siren's window
To the wonders of the skies,
Shining silver light.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Rhyme | |

Princess Fairy Tinsel

Princess Tinsel.

It was a day in springtime in the valley
All the Elves and fairies gathered round
Today it was the coronation morning
Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned.

As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops
They warbled out a happy sounding song
The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus
You could tell that there was something going on.

Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely
And on this very day she would be queen
And all the woodland people were ecstatic
For such a caring princess she had been.

So then the valley's filled with happy laughter
As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere
For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler
And oh, that lady was so very fair.

And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel
Has married her the prince who now be king
And peace and happiness does rule the valley
Which now they call "the land of everything".

21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunlight Smiles

tremulous
rose pedal curls outward East
sunlight smiles


Details | Free verse | |

Butterflies

Yesterday
I was a child catching butterflies
on the yellow flowers
sprinkled on the green grass
at the roadside
They were beautiful butterflies -
big ones
small ones
red ones
yellow ones
and some tiny blue ones
which gave different shades of colour 
as they were struck 
by glancing sunbeams
There were little four-winged ones
which puzzled me
why did they have four wings
while the others only had two?
Yesterday
I was catching butterflies
but today 
a thing called progress
tore up the yellow flowers
on the green grass
at the roadside
and there are no more butterflies 
and still I do not know 
why some butterflies had four wings
while the others only had two


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Spring is coming
I can feel it in my blood
The days, it seems are warming up
And feelings like a flood
Come gushing through me like a river
Oh Lord, it’s almost spring
Oh what love is in my heart
What joy to me this brings

Hallelujah, it is coming
The birds are getting frisky
The canaries sing a lovely song
And the dog he runs so briskly
All around the garden
Seems he knows that spring is here
The fish are chasing all around
And the sky is blue and clear

No one understands it
This thing spring does to me
No one could ever feel it
So wonderful it be
But when I know the spring is here
It makes me feel so sweet
Twenty eight days away from now
Then the spring time we will greet.

2 August 2013 @ 1447hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Stars Beyond the Sunset

Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
Lovers now
-  in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
 
Copyright © 2011


Details | Ballade | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


Details | Ballad | |

Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.


Details | Haiku | |

Vast Reflection

light year daze
objects burst in seams and blaze
starry blinks

farther still
burning in a fiery haze
planets turn

vast in sight
dark and bright in part and whole
earth reflects 

5/4/13


Details | Rhyme | |

My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


Details | Choka | |

JAPANESE MAPLE

Japanese maple
A beautiful canopy 
Fills my senses with delight

Treasure to my heart
It's Heaven in the real world
God's creation is unmatched

Contest: Dr. Ram's "Choka"
Date: 9-25-14
Poet: LyricMan


Details | Rhyme | |

ONE AUTUMN NIGHT

One autumn night
Lying on a bed of rainbow leaves
The stars and moon glowed bright
We kissed beneath the trees
A lover's air was in the breeze
In each other's arms held tight
One autumn night

Contest: Linda's "One Autumn Night"
Date: 9-7-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Free verse | |

How I Met You

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence.
A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve
A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background.
Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along
Dropping us, down another level in their elevator 
Further down the rabbit hole.
I become your mechanism
Heeding your every nerve,
Every tiny rhythmic stir. 
You sing as I tune you.

At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing
Between each open idea, dipping
Inside your emotional crevices, tracing
Each curve in your wings- 
Color spiraling outward,
Out of control

We crash land by the ocean
Peeking from the rubble. 

Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds
Aligned and blooming toward the sun.
Time slows.

And the clock waits outside
As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment
Breaks against the morning tide.
And the night disappears back into footsteps
Just to age in a museum of art never captured.


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Six more weeks, that’s all there is
The Spring is on her way
Even now some shrubs make buds
It’s a lovely winters day
And all the birds seem more alive
Like something’s in the air
Soft green branches through the window
Say Spring is everywhere.

Tomorrow will be cold again
Perhaps they’ll be no sun
That’s the way it mostly goes
When the winter knows it’s done
It gives a little then grabs hold
Then slowly fades on out
Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight
I feel it all about.

There’s something special about the Spring
That gets into my soul
A kind of live ness in the air
That makes me feel so whole
I cannot wait for spring to come
There’s a tingle in my spine
Just to walk in the Springs warm sun
Makes my essence feel divine.

13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Comes

sultry morning –
from one flower to another
a butterfly 


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


Details | Ballade | |

The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.

 


Details | Couplet | |

NATURE'S GRAND STAGE

Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife

Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree

Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend

Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky

Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive

A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found

Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!

*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon


For Linda's "Nature" Contest 
Date: 5:21-14


Details | Rhyme | |

Solitude

Through morning fog,
and mountain air,
a path less traveled
takes me there…
With new found strength,
where once was none,
as I climb high,
so does the sun.
In this secret, quiet,
hidden spot,
time reveals
what’s important...
- and what is not.
It doesn’t matter
what you’ve bought,
but it matters
what you’ve built.
If you make your
presence noticed,
then your absence 
will be felt…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | Triolet | |

Autumn Colours

My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Shades of red, orange burning clear
My eyes are graced with you each year.

Laced with gold you seem now so clear
All dancing in the autumn air.
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.

Brenda Meier-Hans
09.02.2014
4th


Details | Blank verse | |

Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .


Details | Free verse | |

Morning On Lake Rhapsody

Morning on Lake Rhapsody 
Quiet beauty surrounds one
Gentle sounds still everywhere
Soothing eyes and ears


Soft golden light rising
Tall timber ridge aglow
Silken voice of loon
Telling tales of yesterday

Water's surface so calm
Becoming nature's perfect mirror
Upside down yet lovely
Reflecting magnificence without ego

To be so lucky
Floating on her body
Ripples of gentle love
Tapping sweetly on canoe

A vision glimmering forever
Held eternally in mind
Precious high country jewel
Never losing her sparkle

Lady of the mountains
Friend to every creature
There when many leave
There when they return

Rivers....her outstretched arms
Waiting to embrace you
Babbling brooks....her fingers
Waiting to caress you

Haunting mist dances wistfully
From Rhapsody's cooling breast
Animals singing her praise
Liquid life given silently

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved


Details | Couplet | |

What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day

Oh, what a day!
It’s twenty four degrees
I sit here in the garden
Just watching happy trees
Dancing softly on the breeze
To woo my hungry eyes
And oh, if you could see them
Fluffy clouds that ride the Skies


Four fountains play a love song
A blessed symphony
While lovely red canary
Pays homage to the trees
With a soft, sweet,  honey warble
 Which blends into the song
And everything is simple
There’s naught that can be wrong.


The essence, seeps on, into  me
Soft music flows on out
And plays with so much mystery
As silence all about
Comes out to meet this orchestra
And I sink so deep within
As the dusk submerges day
And the evening does begin.




Details | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Sojourn in nature's lap

Rich velvet green and sun kissed feeling the caress of clouds touch of mist over their crowns Sahyadri's tall peaks Silvery serpentine streams cascading down to hill's foot, anointing the land with pure elixir of life Rows of pyramid enthrall majestic slopes well crafted, the One Master Creator's mesmerizing Art! I traverse the curvy paths icy breeze ruffling my hair.. calm waters of serene lake making me pensive. Vibrant flourishing flowers with the dainty butterflies, sway in harmonious rhythm, perfect symphony! Inhale deep, my brief sojourn bask in the lap of nature Soaking in as much beauty my soft heart could hold! Yesha Shah 5th Dec 2012 For Russel Sivey's Natural Dodoitsu contest


Details | Concrete | |

Smarter Amongst The Smartest

Life is like a video, with recordable memories like a music tape
Our minds are very brilliant, that we can re-play things we have seen
Through the valley of poverty, our minds are responsible for every action
Through the Wonders of Miseries, still remains the Responsibility of our Minds
Sometimes we come across choice less situations, yet our minds vigorously seek for resolutions
As Brave as a Hunter, As Curious as a Baby
For such special reasons,
Allow me to state, that our Minds…. Are loaded and equipped like a library necessary for the achievement of any GOAL, THUS, Our Minds are Smarter Amongst the Smartest.

N.H Kandjimi






Details | Etheree | |

Pale Color of Frost

Cold
winter
sunrise.  Thin
light fractures the
gray.  Weak pink and plum
ultraviolet rays
shimmer, a watery blue
sky.  I turn my face to meet the
rise - cheeks washed with cold.  An Icy fog
fills my view with the pale color of frost


Details | Haiku | |

WATERFALL

spring waterfall 
splashes off the rocks below: 
she said yes

For Debbie Guzzi's Contest


Details | Ballad | |

Goats

Goats

They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.


Details | Lyric | |

The crystal lake

The crystal lake

The crystal lake, so soft, serene and still
Enhanced our love, so tender it did feel
As we sat and watched the world go by
And all it seemed was part of you and I.

My heartstrings sang, as the sun worshipped your hair
As your essence glowed, so pristine and so rare
Your soft, sweet beauty, it lulled my head like wine
As your lovely eyes like naked stars did shine.

As the Lord looked down, and cast her light on you
And with this light came love so pure and true
Our lonely days were over, we’d found joy
In a love so strong that nothing could destroy.

And time stood still and all that is was one
We shared each other with the rising sun
Then we laughed, and sang, and laughed and cried
We’d found that space where only love can hide.

1996


Details | Ballade | |

Whilst in the country

Whilst in the country

Sometimes whilst in the country
I’m feeling really great
As the breeze it rustles through the trees
And in me does create
Words that come out soft and sweet
As I’m wishing I lived there
Yet all around are countless folk
With faces filled with care

They’re just like all those city folk
But they have no excuse
Bricks and concrete all around
Is an awful kind of  noose !
But in the country, boy, oh boy
How can folk be so glum?
How can they walk around like this?
With all their feelings numb.

To walk around and feel real grand
Is the way I like to be
I love to laugh, and dance through life
Though I am seventy
But if I lived out in the country
Sixty, I’d be again
Cause country life would make me feel
Like a fish, on a day of rain.

2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.





Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Magic

Braised by the sparkle of snow on the ground.
Drawn by a tapered moon.
Chilled by the air you rise to hound
then startled by the crumpled tune.

Mist floating heavy with sweat on the banks.
Damp to the open mouth.
Ice crusting over to give it's thanks
with winds giving way to the south.

Black oily skies in overcast clouds
dampening the moonlight to dim.
Crescendos of light forming covenant shrouds
with joy giving way to a hymn.

White crested branches of snow covered trees.
Praying for flakes that still fall.
Hoping there's still, some in the breeze
who'll make it to ground in a squall.

Spells in the wind are telling their stories.
Hoping you'll feel Christmas Magic.
For those who will listen to all their glories,
or wouldn't; would that be tragic!


Details | Ballade | |

On the beauty of the river

On the beauty of the river

Oh, the beauty of that river!
It’s like I’ve never seen
Just looking from my chalet door
Oh, what a lovely scene
On this cool morn the silent river
Reflects the many hues
As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes
Creating wondrous views

No artist could have painted better
That river shines so bright
As sparling gems of wondrous power
Do give my eyes delight
And greens and blues, and misty hues
Shone out in mystic power
A magic glow within my heart
Does turn into a flower.

As little wrens of gentle blue
Do twitter in the grass
Two ducks sit down here by my feet
And as the moments pass
I thrill them with a simple tune
As that river flows on by
To touch my heart with a gentle tug
As soul, with joy does cry

26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs


This poem is for the Beauty contest.


Details | Haiku | |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


Details | Lyric | |

It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.


Details | Free verse | |

Tiger

Tiger bathing in the moonlight
Pacing back and forth
Battling woes that don't exist


Details | Lyric | |

A Lily in the Sun

And time
like a lily 
drying in the sun.
The beautiful moments
fading into memories;
the beautiful colors
fading into grays.
And time,
slipping through our fingers
quaking on the surface
of the earth.
Quaking and trembling
because it is afraid.
You see,
time is ending.
Time is running out.
And when the universe 
extends her fragile hand 
and brushes away
the dust of our existence--
the fragments of our time,
no, our times--
seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days
gone into the wind
like the withered, 
falling petals
of a lily in the sun.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Meadow

I see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
But it speaks to me,
And it speaks of the fallen men, 
And all its seen slain.

Flowers bloom at its edge,
Seems  of a comforting place,
But it spoke to me,
It spoke of the war,
Man to man, race to race,
From its edges to beyond the ever far.

Only green, green grass,
But I can see it now,
Red blood upon the field,
And the courage the men must wield.

I can hear the shouts,
From the broken meadow,
From all it has seen,
It shall never forget,
What it must clean.

Blood soaked meadow,
Bodies beneath the earth,
Where war was once fought,
Is now a place of mirth.

No one knows,
Only the meadow and I,
Of the many horrid things,
That took place that day.

I look below me, 
And grieve,
For the fallen and dead,
As the tears beckon my sleeve.

The meadow,
As lonely as it may seem,
And the beauty it now holds,
We know the truth,
So I sit, and never move,
As the rest of its story unfolds.

I can see it all,
I shall never forget.

One day, 
Another shall pass,
To see a meadow,
Simple and plain,
And I will rise,
To tell them of those who had been slain.


Details | Ballad | |

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




Details | Quatrain | |

Orangy Pink Lava Flow

Undulations on the horizon
Leave a most beautiful sight
As their outline becomes clear
Whilst the sundowns at night

Above these darkened ancient
Are different colours of cloud
Their beauty quietly shows
For to me they shout out loud

As the suns about to sleep
I see an orangey pink lava flow
Cascading across the dark
Momentarily a beautiful show

Then suddenly in the blink of an eye
What's seen is now gone forever
For the memory will always live on
When I die, what I've seen, is treasured








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php


Details | Haiku | |

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the Sky

Magic in the sky
Sun low and day is ending        
Colors brightly show

I with wonder watch
The sky as it is changing
Clouds with such a glow

Orange, pink and purple
Rainbow colors making way
Momentary show


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Flowers

Kneeling upon a smile to touch the vine
Scentful seeping in blissful sensation
Leering beauty and plucking temptation
Just one piece of nature's heaven divine

Arose to steal a kiss from sunlight's ray
Like morning's dew upon a suffused glow
Facing the zephyr where the blossoms blow
Where pollens aflutter towards the bay


Details | Couplet | |

Fire In The Sky

Crimson fire in the sky,
       Across its face the swallows fly
A beginning and an end,
        No shining star will it offend
I dare not tear my eyes away
        For this brilliance cannot stay
Perhaps in ancient times a man would cry
        Afraid his world must burn and die
The sun is gone, its colors fade
        And night descends upon the glade....


        


Details | Rhyme | |

Upon a Bed of Petals

Upon a bed of petals I rest my weary head.
A pillow made of fragrant flowers, soft and sweetly shed. 
I came upon this lovely site on just the perfect day.
When I was filled with sorrow and life had turned to gray.

A chance to gaze up at the sky and rest for just a while.
This most delightful scent has given reason for a smile.
And as I watch the puffy clouds all slowly move in sync.
My worries seem to drift away as they appear to shrink.

I’ll lie upon this perfumed bed until the soft winds blow.
And carry these soft petals on its wings from down below.
Until that time I’ll linger in aromatic bliss.
Bestowed so very gently by nature’s gentle kiss.
 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Princess Lotus


A seed
of lotus
grown
developed 
in the pool

fostered by solar warmth
sowing in
uncertainty
to blossom
Princess Lotus

fresh leaves
smile
greet the morn 
swing in whistling birds’ tunes
fiber roots
welcome
exquisite
nature

wallow
fondling
natural winds
forget
neglect

reflecting
on
clarity of the pool
present
fellow lotus
to forget
her loneliness

learnt in dew
wet her body
swallow schools
everything just a flash
all the lost
though the roots have not been cracked

befriending the frogs
tirelessly
waiting for rains

her fellow fishes
instantiated
devote themselves to nature

silent princess lotus
carve charming lyrics
for
the beauty
of natural word

~(c)sukmawati komala~
03 March 2013


Details | Couplet | |

Spring

A little bit confused was beautiful Spring, 
She had to choose for life a bridegroom. 
Who will give her a wedding ring? 
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom. 

March, April and May vied with each other. 
About their great love they quietly talked. 
April was for Spring like a brother, 
With March she just often liked to walk. 

Timid March gave her beautiful primroses, 
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath, 
He didn’t want to know any losses, 
He promised her the whole world’s wealth. 

Delicate and sweet was April. 
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops. 
The life with him could be stable, - he said, 
She’d be rich and would get good crops. 

A wonderful May pleaded Spring: 
You are my love! Take my wedding ring! 
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife! 
We’d be happy together the whole life. 

And Spring trusted the handsome May. 
Without any delay she sewed the white dress, 
For the veil she took the apples blossoms. 
That was her best and the happiest day. 

The whole world was whirling in the dance. 
May was getting married with Spring! 
The Earth was full of love and romance, 
Happiness to all this marriage would bring. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


PERSONIFICATION contest


Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Ballad | |

Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


Details | Light Poetry | |

Where Does the River Run

O where does the river run
One thing I know is that it ever strolls
But, slow it does
Up ahead just around the bend

O where does the river run
I guess it runs where ever it wants
I heard it say in language babble 
Although any words were truly whispers lost among its amble

O where does the river run
Well, let me tell you... from
Out of sky to the setting sun
And beyond horizons line into the night

O where does the river run
This time for real, into my gentle mind it flows
From out of head, heart to toe
Coursing on and on through my life


Details | Haiku | |

Beauty

I saw the morning clouds.
They looked like cotton soaked in sunlight.
I saw beauty in divine color!

Date of publication: 08/01/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Birds

Hawk-like shrills blue jay foreshadowing majestic fierceness As robins scurry to protect their young flying frantically to and from the nest The jays advancing while battle cries are sung Our first sign of spring with the red/orange breast bravely defending against the unwanted guest Petite chickadee is joined by male cardinal sharing a feeder Round white-cheeked friend with black cap with red-plumaged pretty boy Four birds beautiful on their own flying together where I call home Contest: "For (Four) Beautiful Birds Written By: Shani Fassbender April 25, 2011


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Haiku | |

Gentle Awakening

sea birds coo
ocean fog perturbs seashells
sun greets dawn


Details | Haiku | |

Lake's Water

glistening, sparkling
incandescently bright blue
pool of mystery


Details | Rhyme | |

the orange sky above

                    (12/12/12)

I woke up this morning and it was as
Beautiful as can be- a sunlit orange sky
Staring down at me.

The sky was all orange with patches
Of light and dark blue
I felt like I was in a pumpkin patch
MY ! What a glorious view.

The breeze started moving the clouds ever so fast
OH ! How I wished this morning would last.
As the morning wore on it turned a baby light blue
To start the day fresh and new.

As the sun started rising to change the day
The birds in the air were beginning to play
A sight like this couldn’t get much better
Where heaven and earth were joining together.

© L . RAMS


Details | Ballad | |

Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sunny Day

If everyday was a sunny day,
 then what would a sunny day be?

The answer...

it would be like everyday,

I say this to say. Despite all your past ways,
we have all had obstacle in our pathways
and I choose to believe that life isn't just black and white
 there are many shades of gray.

In the past you've been through it all,
stumbles and pitfalls,
 even going on journeys blind through fields where the grass is to tall,
You still seem to make it through it all.

 And that shows character. I'm not talking Spongbob or Patrick,
they say big things come in small packages
 and in you,
 with qualities so fine it obvious that it all depend on how u package it.

 Pressure busts pipes, but it can also make a diamond,
and in order for it to do so you have to put time in.
 Time and patients,
 and if a “broken heart” was a medical condition the emergency room would be
full of patients.

 Lord knows you have seen your fair share of scares,
 and the craziest part is it hurt you the most because you care.

When I stare right into your deep ocean, 
after all the crashed waves and commotion, 
I see your devotion.
 
Your willingness to face the weather head on like a beanie.

You overcome the storms,
 You control the rain with your pain,
Your smile tames the wild.
Your love melt the snow,
 and you light up the world with your glow.

See you are a sunny day,
 and it because of your bad weather that allow me
to appreciate your powers, 
the nourishment from your sun shine

 to my flowers.


Tahron Watkins


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A tale of white sand

on my top
fishermen carved trail
sow spirit steps 
whispered roar of expectations
Away empty- handed
back with results
destiny is there
however
smile
with udder waves
saw
things were never the same
everything changed

my white face
a holy canvas
lovers painted
pure love
browsed the pace of beautiful life
danced with white froth
hand in hand
meaningful
and confidence
revealed the meaning of love
saw
that pure peace
extant

on my top
grinned ankles
praised the natural charms
shorebirds raced sounds
butterfly
showed their beautiful wings
dark horizon looked wild
remained fierce storms
saw
sunset
right to change
all so beautiful

my tale
is real

for I am the real witnesses
not a mere illusion

my tale
is classic 
remain touchable

revealed in verses
not heard by ears
no one understood
language of sand

my whispers
rigidity
peacefulness
purity
beauty

only to the hearts
whispered sounds
A tale of white sand

~ (c) sukmawati Komala ~
April 5, 2013


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What Beauty Is

Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~


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Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




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Grand Canyon Suite


^ ^ From an abyss of the darkness, I hear incantation It slowly ascends, sun awakening canyons, Windward it heralds those sleeping, to wonder.... with a visual score, that deepens with thunder, sweeping me under, to lighten the soul -at first tint of light, my own shadow leans over, to hear a sunrise- Between the chasms of a dream, comes a lark waking day as she follows the river, and the splendor unfolds Sweet sounds to exclaim, this is heaven, displayed! Grand in the sunrise, all creation, beholds! Closing my eyes, hearing trills to be awed Suite bold enchantment, from thunder and drums I will fly with the eagles, over lands of the Gods and will breathe in each movement until my tears overcome
________________________________________________________ Inspired by the Contest: Three Stanza Suite Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper 4/13/14 Stanza 1: Five lines non rhyme Stanza 2: 1 line Stanza 3: 8 lines rhymed (About this poem: Please do watch......it is so worth your moment to listen !!):) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1l5vgY_3tw ) Grand Canyon Suite: • I. Sunrise • II. Painted Desert • III. On the Trail • IV. Sunset • V. Cloudburst


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BORACAY

                              White-sugary sand
                 Desirable beaches that surround
                              Sunrise at its prime
       Sunset's a beautiful scenery of love and freedom

                             A place to unwind
                        Greets you with a smile
  Travel, lifestyle, entertainment - name it and you'll find
           Sailing, diving, surfing and island hopping
           Gift shops, souvenirs, boutiques at D'Mall
                   Bars and restaurants to party
                  Bands, acoustic, music inviting
                    Night life's lively until dawn
                 Fire-dancing is the main show

                 Massage, foot-spa, facial service
                  Massage stations on the beach
    Or sit-back and relax for a private hotel offering

                                    Skin-art?
                     Henna-tattoos everywhere
                Though the drawings temporary
             The joy and experience are long-lasting

                  Nature-trippers will say, "WOW"
                  A splendid appearance waiting
 Volcanic caves, mangrove forest, coconut trees - so green
                And if you're up to burn your skin
                  The sun is set for sun bathing

                              An island tropical
                            In a region far-away
                            A land of promises
                            For vacation's best
                            Happiness, certain
                           Countless memories
               With people welcoming and friendly
                     In an island called, "BORACAY"
                            A paradise to keep.


Details | Ballade | |

Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


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The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


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God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


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THE TALE OF A FOREST LEAF

On a summer day
The Queen and her Faeries
Went out to play
Amongst the whispering trees

So much joy to be found
Amongst the Whispering Trees
To hear bird sound
The red squirrels chattering in the canopies

All the trees were in full leaf
So many different shades of deepest richest green
With a blue sky above
Golden sun
A forest, filled with love
The beauty to be seen

Forest Faeries could be heard up high
Amongst the green leaves
Watching summer clouds passing by

They called down to a Summer Queen
Who was walking down below
“We have special gift for a King”
“Please accept this beautiful thing”
“From all of us so”

A beautiful leaf fluttered down
Greens and golds
Reds too
A beautiful leaf
In the shape of a heart, true

“A leaf”
“A leaf”
They called from above
“For a Kings’ cloak”
A leaf that would never die
Its’ colours would match seasons
A leaf from the forest faeries
Who live in trees, so high

The Summer Queen
Did know
Blessed all around
The leaf, she took
For a leaf of deepest, richest colour
Was perfect for a Kings’cloak
Tonight she would sew
a surprise

The kings’ cloak was called for
A Summer Queen sewed on the leaf
A King, the proudly wore
For, it shone with love
A gift from the Forest Faeries
and Whispering Trees

When the Earthen King died
The Summer Queen took
The very leaf, from his side
Blew on it softly
A sweet westerly breeze
Returned the leaf
To the whispering trees

A leaf of deepest richest green
mourned a King
The tears of the Summer Queen
Love and magic
Fulfilling
The Whispering Trees
Took the king,
and made him part of everything


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The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Broken and Beautiful

A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore

The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness

Falling in love for the first time
can be very exciting at the start
But such love is usually not long-lasting
and may lead to a broken-heart
A person whose heart has been broken
seeks a love that is more mature
When found such love heals the broken heart
and it's more beautiful and likely to endure


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



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Litter

trash dump filled
little green sprouts from moisture
dies from fumes

trash emptied
fresh grass sprouts beautifully
something seen

a small can
glistening atop the grass
never dies 

4-29-13


Details | Quatrain | |

Below Skies of Azure Blue

The setting was lovely and blissful, the company so divine
In a flowery meadow we sat, this girl soon to be mine
We talked and laughed and cried a little, under blue azure skies
Reflections so true, of two in love, looking into each others eyes

So many things we discussed, about our today and tomorrows
Ahead in life are trials we'll face, being elation and heartfelt sorrows
The one thing that absorbs us two, is the wanting to extend our hearts
Children so very much wanted, will cement our future start

Our moment warrants distraction, hush! as we listen to the sounds around
Nature resonates in abundance, in her beautiful tranquil grounds
The symphony of insects and birds, our choir on this day
Colours that curtain our presence, in graceful rainbow display

We lie looking at the sky, and the freedom of the birds
Who glide and soar their thermals of life, their liberty never earned
Whilst we lie in this flowery meadow, two souls so free to roam
Freedom is granted to us, on this planet that we call home

For the rest of the day we embraced, in silence and loving bliss
Sharing kisses and moments of touch, with no other I would wish
When the time came to leave, over our shoulders we looked around
For this was the day that our future started, amidst natures beautiful ground

It's many years later now, and our children are as free as can be
We all should live this way, and raise them in liberty










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php




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Autumn

Autumn is here. When I think of autumn, I think of the beautiful colors, that God used to paint the landscape. I see green,yellow,orange, brown and red. Everytime that I take a ride in the country site, or go up on the mountains, or forest preserves. Come with me, lets go for a ride. Lets you and I explore the sites. We will enjoy the beauty of Mother Nature. It is free for you and me. We will watch how the leaves fall from the trees. They will come by the thousands and fall everywhere, while the wind plays a beautiful song. All the leaves will dance until they drop, in the sunlight and shine of the moon. They will form a carpet of beautiful colors, so that we can enjoy each autumn...
09/10/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo This is for Russell Sivey's contest


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Sunset

Sunset

This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.





 



Details | Narrative | |

Saying vs Doing

So carefree into the nature I pass,
So carefree I roll onto the soft grass.
YOU HAVE TO FEEL THE NATURE IN YOU-
So said my reverened Guru.

As I got older, I  carried those words only in my head.

I saw a nice house beside mine 
A palacial one, patterns so fine
I thought if I had been the owner
In place, I felt, I became 'ower'.

I saw one of my friends 
Holding a pair of beautiful hands;
I felt red with spleen
With envy, I got green.

I saw a man driving a Ferrari,
I couldn't be at all marry;
And I had a heartburn,
Into my heart, that really did turn. 

Now I am aged and torn
And see a child as it is born;
I feel jealous as I have creased skin
I feel like to replace the babe, as beautiful as a bean.

...At long last, I realize

I did not pass the nature into me
Yet affected, I'm there, where lies she;
I bore the words only in my head,
And terribly did I neglect.

What's the use of keeping the words in head
If in practise those do not reflect?


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Edge of the Forest

I gaze at the edge of the forest
and wonder of life therein.
My native knowledge tells me 
there is much to marvel at.

Whether it is morning, afternoon or evening
Mother Nature’s intervening schedule is
continuous, seamless, and wonderful.

The forest displays a sense of beauty 
and at any given moment—
a wild desire to be understood and appreciated.

I know that when my days are numbered and short,
I will conjure up in the depth of my consciousness
a past image as a child
standing at the edge of the forest—
eternal in my studied gaze and enchantment of all
wonderful and beyond description in
God’s World.   

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)


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True Beauty

Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
 
Here lie a people that used to be slaves
It was on this river they made their escape
Here they built houses of wood and stone
And created a place they could call their own
They make their living off the land
By the work of many strong hands
 
They have built this vibrant community
That my eyes have been privileged to see
By a glance all I may see is poverty
By a closer look, I now see true beauty
And not merely the endless scenery
or the luscious foliage and greenery
 
But in the people I have come to serve
And in turn who I have let serve me
In ways it feels, I truly don’t deserve
So listen closely, let me tell you a story
 
Mothers and daughters down by the water
Beating laundry with paddles, the sun grows hotter
I approach with my boots covered in junk
I place them in the water with a soft plunk
 
I attempt to remove the thick red clay  
she takes them from me and washes away
She scrubs until there is no sign
of any speck of dirt or grime
 
Thank you very much is all I can say
I now ponder would I do the same?
If the situation were reversed
Do I really believe the first will be last
And the last will be first?
 
Can I honestly say that I would choose
to take the grimy, muddy, dirty shoes
of a foreigner I hardly even know?
Would I humble and bring myself low?
In all honesty I really don’t know
 
But therein lies the true beauty, 
I now see
Amidst what appears by a glance,
 to be poverty
So don’t merely judge by what you see,
 but believe
that beyond the poverty,
 there may be
A true beauty, yet to be seen




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Winter is near

  
 Summer is gone winter is near the rain will come the leaves will fall the sky will turn gray and the clouds will roll in. In addition, the birds will fly south for their winter break. Forevermore, when the leaves start to grow back, the flowers come out, and the bees are buzzing. For their the birds will be back, with all their little ones all so nestled in their nest with mother feeding them from beak to beak, as you can hear them singing a beautiful tune.
You cannot help but think how wonderful and beautiful the birds can sound as their mother is feeding them from beak to beak.



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Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


Details | Tanka | |

Lady Autumn - Mirrored Tanka


Lady Autumn's here. She paints with magical brush Reds,golds,browns, and tans She's so graceful and quick In the air hear her laughter. In the air hear her laughter She's so graceful and quick Reds,golds, browns, and tans She paints with magical brush Lady Autumn's here! Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 10.08.2014


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Autumn's Song and Dance

 

A cold wind rattles my window
Under blankets I snuggle warm
The beautiful flowers sadly will bloom no more
Until the cold weather has gone 
Merry still the birds that sing and dance
Now the trees lay down their emerald gowns
Silent flocks of birds fly away

Summer delight is over
On the ground the brittle leaves all lay
Nothing is green for it has turned to gold
Glittering, swirling, twirling in an Autumn dance

Around the fireplace at night we gather
Nights long with the sighing wind
Down the sun early

Dance the tumbling, trembling leaves
And the forest is crimson and golden
Naughty bandit squirrels steal things strange
Come dance the forest path with me
Everything is beautiful and changing magically



Written August 27, 2012

For the contest, Autumn Acrostic
Sponsored by Francine Roberts


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I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 


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Nannup night

Nannup Night

The rain has fallen heavily
The night feels so serene
Insect noises in the silence
Are heard, though choir’s unseen
In the mystic, magic darkness
I see those fading trees
Drops of rain caress my skin
As they ride upon the breeze.

I sit here on this cosy porch
As the velvet night grows deeper
Though TV murmurs droningly
The peace within does stir
With city life now left behind
Here in this sweet retreat
My silent soul, it whispers to me
And life seems so complete.

No yellow moon reflects the sun
And lights up velvet sky
No shadows cast by its soft glow
The dark night passes by
It be the touch of mystery
That rules this sombre night
And lets Lord darkness strut it’s stuff
Till morning sun shines bright.

2007.


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A Taste of Sky

I love him the way
You love something you know
You're gonna have to let go...
The way you climb a tree
Just to get a little taste of sky,
Knowing that it'll only make
Being perpetually earthbound
That much more painful-
Knowing that climbing down
Is always so much more difficult
Than reaching up-

I love him like you swim hard away from shore,
Swim out so much farther than you should-
Diving through blue-green breakers like freedom,
Losing yourself in the expanse of
Enough salt water to briefly forget the fact
That you're going to have to come back in
Sooner or later, fighting back against an 
Undertow forceful enough to tug
Your heart out from under you...
And how the wind will chastise you
When you emerge, dripping seawater
Like the memory of freedom;
It burns your eyes and tastes like tears,
But your skin will have memorized
The gentle kiss, the caress, of the current,
How it pushed and pulled...
You know you'd do it again...

I love him like you watch a fire 
You've already decided to let die,
Since you realize that it would be foolish
To let the whole world burn for
The sake of a single flame...
So you just look on as the light dances,
Standing as close as you can
Until this is as much heat
At you can stand-
You have nothing more
To give to the fire, now...
All you can do is pray to God,
Please don't let the fire die...
Not yet.


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The Waterfall

natural staircase 
water forms moving carpet 
ushering nature 


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond midnight

Beyond midnight

It’s way beyond the midnight hour
About three am in the morning
No moon, it shines there in the sky
Way before the day is dawning

A blessed feeling touches me
As I walk the morning streets
As stars they shine in the velvet sky
And the whole world feels complete

There’s no one here, but Bear and I
As we quietly walk together
As rain caresses face and hands
Oh, I love this rainy weather.

There’s nothing like these early hours
Everything seems pure and clean
As the silence seeps into my soul
And my world feels so serene.

28 July 2013 @ 1300hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


Details | Rhyme | |

PLANET EARTH

Planet Earth

If the world ends tomorrow will I be sad
Or curse the God's and really be mad!
Who can I blame when my world's undone
Who is at fault..... there must be someone!
T''is said in December, the world will end
Unless we heed this my friends

Our beautiful shoreline is no more
No strolls on the Boardwalk anymore
We gaze at the wreckage, eyes filled with tears
Remembering the happy times of our childhood years
There are pleasure boats tossed in the yards
Amid miles of belongings people had to discard

Could it happen again…of that I am sure
Will we have water to drink clean and pure?
Will our beautiful trees softly sway in the breeze
Or fall to the ground during a winter's freeze?
Global Warming is not a joke
These storms are happening to warn us folks

God gave us this world to protect and defend
But we've abused it so…it might be the end
Who is to blame…what can we do
Before this planet disappears from view?
Repent…recycle…Change our ways
Or this will surely be the end of days!


Copyright©2012 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


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Details | Rhyme | |

About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 


Details | Ballad | |

The Albatross

THE ALBATROSS
Under thunder blows a colder wind, across an endless sea,   
Like a voice from the call of a far off shore in the solitude we perceive; 
For ago remained an innocent age, torn away by a thousand years
Where sincerity alone is tied to its own majestic grace;
But flow on the bluest waves over the oceans deep and wide   
Waiting long for things abandoned

Forsake those condemned to the early dawn, far past ten thousand year’s,
Still in all its silent symmetry, flies by a bird on wing;
Mysterious seemed that outstretched arm, in all 10 feet in span                                   
Grasping what came from the east, bound to rays of light; 
For seas are blessed by both good and bad 
Waiting long for what’s abandoned  

Fifty years is doomed to its own intent, lost in its own emotion,
While all that we can hold, is a time fifty thousand past;               
Come see what waits is a soul possessed, holding a daylights passage 
Where what seemed lost is an albatross, staring through its blacker eyes; 
But all we see is the bluest sea, left under tomorrow’s sky
Waiting long for things abandoned

Crashes still those crystalline waves, warmed by spring’s rebirth, 
Until we see an albatross, departing as the seasons change;
And a hundred thousand years escapes, slips away from time and place
Bound to the cliffs and bound to the rushes of a land so far away; 
For over the bluest sea, is the sunlight that we seek
Waiting long for those things abandoned      

Surrounded is he who waits in the shadow, lost to the rhythm we’ve created,
While somewhere stands an albatross, and drinks its salted wine;
For now is past a million years, gone to the mystery of life
Lost in the worth of simplicity and the innocents of desire;
But now the bluest sea is calm, with no sign of what is past
Waiting long for things abandoned
                                                                        
Escaped the thought of an albatross bound to the symbol of its virtue,
Leashed to the seas and the sound of the waves, longing a far off shore; 
Hold on to the meaning of our vision, past ten million years 
And hear the call of an albatross, its beauty and its wonder;
For here we see the bluest sea, in a land of lost intent
Waiting long for those things abandoned

                             By m.norton


Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


Details | Quatrain | |

Winter's Blanket

All night long the snow was falling
Day revealed a blanket white
Snow still floated from the heavens
Making such a pretty sight

Trees are weighed with heavy burdens
Fences topped with pointed hats
In the yard a complex pattern
Where the snow went through the slats

Quail are hopping by the window
Making little trails of tracks
Deer are stripping down the bushes
Shaking snowflakes off their backs

Though the day is white and cloudy
Still the snowflakes seem to speak
Saying, "Look at winter's blanket
It is perfect and unique."

I can't wait to make some snowballs
See the snowflakes flying by
And to feel the snowflakes stinging 
As I look into the sky

So I'll make myself a fire
And I'll heat myself some tea
Then I'll build a giant snowman
For the neighbor folks to see

When I get all wet and snowy
And my fingers get too cold
Then I'll make the biggest cookies
That my stove could ever hold



Details | Blank verse | |

Surreality

Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Forest Stroll

I take a stroll one fine fall day
And stop to look around
Forest life is always at play

Listening to sweet forest sound
So many things for me to see
Looking above or on the ground

Squirrels that jump from tree to tree
Sending leaves flying through the air
One leaf comes floating down on me.

So serene no sorrow nor care
Can plague me when walking here
It's beauties in fall so rare

Sweet forest in my heart held dear
You are medicine for my soul
I feel your presence ever near

A dear runs fast his eyes like coal
He looks so frightened rushing by.
To run from me his only goal

So many treasures within you lie
And here I'm close to Him
Looking down or to the sky

Even though here lights are dim
I feel the peace in every limb.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.05.2014
1st place win 


Details | Pantoum | |

Sand Between My Toes

Sand between my toes.
Along the beach I walk
hand in hand with you.
The world is a beautiful place.

Along the beach I walk
watching the setting sun.
The world is a beautiful place.
Happiness is this beach.

Watching the setting sun
hand and hand with you,
happiness is this beach
and sand between my toes


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Ballad | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











Details | Ballade | |

Sipping tea

Sipping tea

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink, and red, and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Rhyme | |

Alone and happy

Alone and happy

I look outside my window,
As the rain comes tumbling down,
The wind be howling endlessly,
Just swirling, dancing all around.
 The sky’s the darkest shade of grey,
Here at the ending of the day
Such rich vibrations in the air
It seems that peace is everywhere.

The room is silent, no one’s home,
Just me, I sit here all alone,
With the dog here snoring at my feet,
The fire warming, gentle, sweet.
No voices ringing in my ears,
My mood is sweet, my mind is clear
Whirring computer softly soothes
This evening, how my heart it moves

This evening be a special time
It brings to me such peace,
As I sit quiet, and melancholy,
I’m feeling so much ease
Aloneness can be oh, so sweet
I sit here feeling so complete
 And put attention onto me
Soft and loose, and feeling free.


Details | Sonnet | |

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


Owls in flight glide so deadly silent
 prey dies so quickly and violent
Claws just as sharp as a razor knife
 nightime is the owl's hooting life!

Resting in tall trees in the hollow
 the night's moon they have to follow
No shrieks as they swoop down on prey
 owl's eating demands business not play!

A beauty shines with feathers and eyes
 smooth flight in dark forested skies
Owls are held to be old and very wise
 to love and admire if one simply tries!

A treasure to love and attempt to protect
Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect!

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


Details | Pastoral | |

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...

The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...

Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...

The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...


Details | Acrostic | |

BIRDSONG




Beautiful melody permeating the air
Instilling precious feelings of joy and
Rapturous bliss that fills me with
Delight and ecstasy as I listen to its
Sweet serenade filling the airwaves
Overwhelming my being with
Nature's soothing music of the 
Glorious splendour of birdsong





orion
Nature


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku - Aurora Borealis

multi-coloured lights searching the northern sky aurora borealis


Details | Ballade | |

Galah tree

Galah Tree

I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking
Oh, the sound was deafening
Looked up in that Banksia tree
So much joy to me did bring
Those pink and grey birds
Scattered there
Amidst the branches everywhere.

It’s morning time they’ve come for feeding
Ain’t no seed upon their, trays
As they perch among the green leaves
They shriek and scream and screech away.
I see me there the sight of beauty
All those pinks amidst the leaves
It was the way the sun was shining
Oh, such a picture it did weave.

I fill the seed trays up with tucker
I love me so these little guys
They come into my garden daily
I watch them feed it makes me wise.
Watching me, the song of nature
Taking photos writing poems
This be what my life’s about now
Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..


Details | Rhyme | |

The Morning Messenger

Sunrise, sunrise, oh such a beautiful sunrise
I stood in awe as it took me by surprise
With a calm mind, it feels warm and nice
as the light beams down to greet my eyes

Came to me after conquering the night
sweet and soothing, what a beautiful sight
Came creeping in, serving the bright delight
warming the heart as it shined the light

Crack of dawn brings warmth in this terra
streaming in with a heavenly aura
The morning messenger checks in unfaltering
breathing life into flora and fauna

Let the new sun take your worries away
I wish your good luck is here to stay
May it be a song your heart will play
Good Morning and have a Happy Brand New Day


Details | Haiku | |

The Ocean Haiku

The thundering sound

The waves bring saltwater smell

Breath and feel the breeze


Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | I do not know? | |

Peace

 The stillness of the loch,

 greeted with an amazing

 peace. It fulfils my long

 days mountain walk. A

 mirrored landscape of a

 breath taking mountain

 scene. One of the finest I've

 ever seen. A choir of tweeting

 birds breaks the silence. Its

 sweet music to my ears,

 natures beautiful cheer.


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death


Details | Ballade | |

Caressing rain

Morning raindrops.

I while away these morning hours
With the sky so very dark
A trillion stars they sparkle brightly
As I’m strolling though this park
With Bear cub rushing on ahead
So excited that he’s free
It’s seems that we’re the only two
Who walk beneath these trees .

The rain is heavy in the air
Though it’s not falling yet
I love it when the rain comes down
My heart fills with regret
If the drops don’t touch my skin
With their early morning sweetness
I love to feel their tingling touch
As my face they do caress.

Ah, here it comes, the air is filled
With moonbeams soft yet bright
Sparkling like a trillion gems
To give such sweet delight
To eyes all bathed in velvet soft
As the rain caresses me
There’s something about this morning rain
So filled with mystery.

14 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.


Details | Quatrain | |

Through My Window

Through My Window

Through my window
     I see spring flowers bloom
          Summer’s blazing sun
               Autumn's vivid plume.

I see white snows of winter
     Watch all the seasons change
          Wonder how this script was written
               And who directs this wondrous stage.

There outside my window
     The seasons go and come
          Life and death are witnessed
               Each does in turn succumb.

Somehow this play of life was written
     Only outlines of a show
          Scenes filled by our words and actions
               Those to come will know.

What will the story be?
     What act are they to follow?
          The script not yet all written
               Nor the ending of our show.

As I’m looking through my window
     And the many years that passed
          I can so enjoy the memories
               That thankful I was cast. 


Details | Ballade | |

In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.


In the hills of crystal Haven
Roams a lady of real beauty
Who wanders with the wolves In liberty.
She has left the town of Brookville
To seek what Can't be found
Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees,

She had met this wise old hermit
Poorly washed and all bedraggled
And he had told her what could not be known
As she listened like still waters
In that space that feels like velvet
And now that mystic lady she must roam.

So she wanders all the hillsides
As she listens to the silence
And she talks to her good friends the forest folk.
While meanwhile all the townsfolk
They just laugh and call her crazy
As they point at her, and treat her as a joke.

For none have heard that whisper
That murmurs silence softly
As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul
Drawing forth the butterfly
That flies one to the mystic
And with a soothing flutter makes one whole.

Dec 9 2003


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

In A Whisper

The winds whisper stories through the 
pines, and as the scent of evergreen and 
fallen leaves waken our noses, we climb.
With beautiful views of a lake far below, 
we become entangled in a story we do not know. 
We ascend farther into the dark 
and shadowed wood that now 
surrounds us, our ears abruptly filled 
with the  sound of rushing water, we 
emerge and are witness to the 
most beautiful sight we have ever seen, 
water appears as if out of nowhere 
and falls for what seems forever crashing 
over rocks, creating white pockets of foam 
and spirals of deep blue.   Yes, the winds do
whispers stories through the pines, 
watching, listening as our lives go by.





© 2010 Charles Dennis


http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net




Details | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


Details | Lyric | |

So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stardust Covered in Harmony

There's a place of sanctuary,
That shows me a face of statuary.
I would travel to the roof,
Where the moon would keep it aloof.

Lie on my back,
Set my heart to the steady track.
Falling down to my eyes,
Are the shinning stars from the skies.

Laying unto me a blanket of dust,
That the night found to me a must.
Speaking to the shadowed clouds,
While it formatted my long lost drowds.

You could peer into my eyes,
There you would see the reflection of the skies.
You'd see harmony in the lights,
Or maybe the wings of people on flights.

You could see your loved ones,
Hiding behind the face of the suns.
Look into my pupil,
See the passion asserted in dupils.

The bright night sky,
Provided me a place to fly.
Running my finger tips through it's star dust,
Flashing a smile from far to dusk.

Can you feel the magic in the air?
You can find it in the heart you wear.
Or perhaps the the world above,
Where the most magic is part of.

On your way to this journey,
Grab ahold of the night sky firmly.
And never wonder why you have nothing,
As long as you have that harmony in grip,
You may have a long fullfilling trip.

Cali Mitchell


Details | Lyric | |

It's Destny

It’s Destiny

It’s destiny, the trials the stormy weather
All the misery getting lost and feeling better      
The good, the evil, all those pains and joys          
They’re life, they’re part of every girl and boy.

Coincidence, it happens all the time
All those accidents 
all those good deeds and the crimes
They be a part of just the way it is
We’ve not much power when it comes to this

Like matchstick one be drifting
On a wild and stormy sea
As those waves like you be shifting
Well it’s your destiny
So melt like salt that thrown into the brine
Surrender to that ocean you’ll be fine.

Hey ecstasy it’s now it’s always here
And eternity, it’s you, it seems so clear
You’re being called to rise up from the dead
And head for those good places, you’ll be lead.


Details | Free verse | |

Ambrosia

Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first


Details | Lyric | |

A Little Butterfly

Once a big beautiful butterfly landed on me, Such a pretty shade of orange and all trimmed in black. I quickly jumped and he flew away, He never ever came back. I wished for another butterfly, To bring me luck and land on me again, I would try not to jump so quickly this time, Reminding me of an unmet friend. A pretty little butterfly landed on my leg, While I was laying in the sun today. He was the same color as the other one, But this one did not fly away. I thought I’d name him Jeffrey, Like that unmet friend of mine, In hopes to see more of him, Before he flew away this time. Instead he sipped the cool water, That had been splashed on my knee. I slowly sat up and held out my hand, And called him to come to me. Believe it or not he flew right to my hand, And seemed to listen to what I had to say. I noticed his little wings were damaged, Then again he flew away. Inside his wings of beautiful colors, More of him I really wanted to see. So I called for his return, Twice more he came back to land on me, So for my little Jeffrey butterfly, Even if I never saw him again, At least I got the chance of a close encounter, And I now feel content within. Florence McMillian (Flo)


Details | ABC | |

A pauper's tale

You glance down upon my desolate soul......
Entrapped within your eyes the silent glitter of the universe.
Your beautiful hair is enlightened by the sunlit waves of the Ganges.....
Let me kneel beneath the ends of this earth and with my tears cleanse your feet, my Goddess, the embodiment of love.
My offerings at heart are traumatized by the eternal wave of arrows, my fate.......
You have blessed this world with sweet music, your enchanting voice......
Yet drowns my joy, this immutable rhythm of endless cries.
You have subjected me, a lonely flower, amidst this realm of thorns......
my roots cannot compete any longer, my soul is being ebbed of what joy remains.

“Speak to me my Lord, tell me what I have done wrong!”

The gentle agitations of a cocoon, disrupt my train of thought....
She slowly struggles her way out with what strength she has, this beautiful butterfly...
Oh how sweet is this symbol of freedom gracefully flapping its wings.
I see my Lord, I see everything now.......
Only through suffering can one reach salvation.........
With this thought engraved, I shall prolong my love for you, forever and ever....

Amen


Details | Couplet | |

Malicious Miracles

A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow. 

Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.

Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow. 

Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes

Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace. 

Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus. 

Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains. 
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.

- Yours Truly


Details | Haiku | |

A faraway lantern

wickery shadows                                                                                                            palish yellow light reflects                                                                                          nest lonesome mistletoe                         *                                                                            - An evening view of sunset through the wood line


Details | Ballade | |

Mulberry tree in winter

 
A mass of twirling branches
The sleeping Mulberry tree
Has dropped her load to rest a while
Her form intriguing me
A month ago she looked so grand
With her mass of dark green leaves
But now her branches gnarled and bent
A wondrous pattern weave

I bought her thirteen years ago
My weeping Mulberry tree
I’ve sat and watched her all these years
And I have looked to see
So many birds of different hues
Using her as their resting place
To shelter from the predators
Or for a while to laze.

So many times I’ve sat here
With a smile upon my face
Taking photos of this tree
As it stands in all it’s grace
I’ve had some lovely, magic moments
As the birds have stopped to feed
From the little tray that hangs near by
All filled with sweet bird seed.

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Free verse | |

My Paradise

I stopped awhile, to rest my legs, and spied a crevice in the wall where mossy stones, and flagstones, lost, are hidden in the vines I'm quite intrigued, so I must squeeze, and curl myself into a twig and soon, I've found my way inside, where sun shines down in amber light A garden hidden, tucked away, I have found beyond the other side Beneath the trees are wild bouquets, a thousand blossoms dancing, bright They flaunt their beauty to the sky, seducing blackbirds gliding low Filling senses, restoring souls, keeping secrets no one knows Yellow buckwheat at my feet, while lavender, soft essence, sweet, Each wild thing fragile on the stem, will bend and bow to every breeze I will sit beside the climbing rose, and take my rest against the wall and hear a song of meadowlark, embellish stories of the years This lovely place is mine to own, watered, fed by pearls of dew Where song birds sing, and robins nest, I wonder who may know of this Were I to share my secret lair, perhaps it would not be so fair Although it's not of mine to own, my paradise, I cannot share
_______________________________________________________ For Nette's Secret Garden Contest Carrie Richards 2/19/14


Details | Rhyme | |

the forest

                                                       (9/5/12)

I walked through the forest of beautiful tall trees
And felt the softness of a gentle breeze
I saw a rabbit running by, as I looked up to the sky
There was a squirrel jumping from tree to tree
Landing on the branches so gracefully.

I heard the crickets making their beautiful sound
But there was none that could be found.
I could hear a woodpecker pecking away
But I knew it was far away.

I heard the shrill of the crows in flight
But the trees covered them from my sight
I heard the sound of a running brook
As I searched to take a look.

The forest with all its sights
Made my heart jump with delight
All the beauties that GOD has given
Is in this forest where his creatures are living.

I found the brook which was clear as glass
And the fish jumping- creating a splash
The suns reflection on the water
like sparkling diamonds in the brook
as I got closer to take a look. 

If and when time permits 
Go to the forest - take a trip
Look at all that GOD has given
This is what makes life worth living.

© L. RAMS


Details | Free verse | |

Graceful Butterfly


When the sunlight breaks upon her face Ascending like a lover’s eyes It listens to a gentle song With notes that run, in whispered breath A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft And circles in a morning breeze A mantra of incantation Stirring thoughts to meditation And rising lightly, against the dawn The lilting voice, which calls her name Sun whispers like a whippoorwill Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway Each move exhales, so crystal clear A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure She stands alone, this flower child She flies with grace, without fanfare But petal by petal, to grace them all So softly there, in whispered breath A timid soul, a quivering chord A sonnet of love, with languid words Color sparks, that kindles bright Of meadow larks, in spiral flight Wings made of silver, she flutters along With trilling grace that wraps around A wreath of mist lifts off the ground A rainbow in a morning song
_________________________________________________


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is seeping in

Spring is seeping in

I can feel it seeping in
Spring season’s on it’s way
Lord Sun is shining vibrantly
It’s a precious kind of day
One fountain gurgles pleasantly
While another chuckles low
There’s a kind of magic in the air
That kind of makes me glow.

This wondrous essence that I feel
It be so strong in me
I guess I’m not the only one
In everyone it be
It seems though few have felt it
They keep it hid within
Yet when it moves into ones soul
The dance it must begin

A Honey eater with striped face
Breaks into tender song
He has the most delightful voice
That really does belong
Within the heart of every man
It gives such sweet delight 
As I sit here soaking beauty in
The sun shines soft, yet bright.

11 August 2013 @ 1732hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Going Down

Gushing waters surround me Swelling . . . swirling, the pressure is whirling The cries are gone But the wind still screams As the timbers of my exhaust Burst in violence at the seams! I am going down I welcome the tempest with a frown Broken mast amidst the swell Purging me deeper in this watery hell Bodies concealed within Soon the pressure will win Southward bound, pell-mell Into the blue, blackened demons of watery hell! Of sickening inevitably do I sail Into the depths of my demise Gone now are the magnificent, mortal cries Swallowed by the bulging sea The wind upon the splintered timber still screams As gleeful as can be! Going down I never knew I would falter and die in the deep dark blue Going down I see Past fly And wave with my sail the Future—goodbye


Details | Rhyme | |

Climbing That Hill

Climbing That Hill


Slowly I climbed that silent hill
 just to sit in solitary thought
Desperation fights against my will
 destroying all the mercies bought

As I crest that hill to summit high
 a calm feeling washes all over me 
No more shall I seek mercy to buy
 it has been sent in all that I see

A stand of mighty oaks looming tall
 so many birds singing all around
This majestic wonder gifted to us all
 Nature's blessings so eagerly found

Whip-poor-wills singing to early morn
 hidden so cleverly on the wet ground
I muse, happy just to have been born
 paying homage with such loving sound

 08-03-2014

Written from memory of my visit to my old 
hunting grounds early last year. I took a
 day off to just go clear my thoughts. I 
came home that night a new man. God's 
remedy was there just for the asking....


Details | Free verse | |

CONNECTION WITH NATURE

With the sound of music playing,
My body opens to new wave of beat,
I feel my heart beat the tune in the song,
And my ears get the rhythm down to core.

The sound of water flow in the fall,
The serene site of beautiful flowers,
And the bees buzz feeling the air,
Sends a relaxing bliss down my spine.

Deep down in the forest the birds chirp,
Butterflies flying in beautiful colors,
With the green glass and tall trees,
And fresh air with a smooth breeze,
Connecting with my inner soul,
Bringing with it much needed peace.

In the jungle deep in the red woods,
Chimps sound jumping from tree to tree,
Leaves falling on my head,
Brings with it a feeling of connecting souls.


Details | Haiku | |

Partnach River

Through the Partnach Gorge,
Super-aerated rapids
Drop past awed climbers.


Details | Free verse | |

Touching Evolution


In the whole vastness 
of this Universe
It is hard to imagine that we
are the only life force
Here, where morning light is
spread with opal ease, over 
sapphire oceans and emerald fields

Has  another race of living beings evolved?
 Existing in the endless tracts of space
Are they similar, or equally mixed 
like us, capable of cruelty as 
well as kindness?

Do they watch us, silent
or wait in fear, for the onslaught
of unpredictable humanity-
or have life-forms in countless milleniums 
come and gone,
flourished and been destroyed or  simply disappeared?

Pray, that in the whole vastness of this universe,
we'll have the wisdom to protect our own life force;
to preserve the sapphire oceans that give life
 to this, our Earth and  pray not to become,

 another cold dead sphere
spinning into infinity.

 Suzanne Delaney


Details | Free verse | |

One Autumn Day

I see her standing there on the bluff, high above the restless waters.
Arms spread wide, she looks like she's hugging the sky.
She lifts her head closing her eyes to smell the fresh autumn air.
As the cool winds coming off Lake Superior toss her hair wildly,
Colored leaves dance around this young girl’s scarce presence
And she is somewhere in a magical world of this awesome place.
I see her clearly now as I close my eyes remembering, one autumn day.

Written By Brenda Meier-Hans
09.10.2014
For Contest: One Autumn Day
Poet Destroyer


Details | Free verse | |

Trap

A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone, So bright this Rose that's blossoming here. Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light, Pleading with it's petals like hands clasped praying. Such a curious and unique flower sits there. Across a stream that flits by unassuming, Content to flow by this beautiful rose trapped by stone, Reaching for light so that it may be free. The leaves have fallen and the sun is grown weak, It falls from the sky like it was fleeing the thought. That if it hung any longer it would not have the strength, to lay itself down to rest for the night. It has grown cold for my Rose; red and shaking as bits of snow lick at its petals on their way to the ground. Alas! The stones have lost their grip and the Rose starts to dip slowly toward the stream to escape in it's powerful current. As the Rose reaches the water's edge against the silent snow, Ice is all that awaits the Red Rose that has wilted in the cold. I step out of the wood and walk across the ice, That contains the powerful flow of water like a plexiglass prison. I have never met a stream so unassuming and ignorant To the beauty that is 'bout to be forever lost When as I'm bending to lift the frozen Red, Beautiful Rose The sun strikes up into the air like a match and burns with such white hot intensity That it melts the ice upon the stream. Where I stand. As I am swiftly swept away in the cool water, my eyes fall for a minute. on the Red Rose which has risen again: strong. and bright. and beautiful.
Robert Dixon October 7th, 2011


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Scene - Haiku

     Winter Scene - Haiku

pine needles hold snow
ice, like broken glass, cracks roads 
winter sweeps it clean


Details | Ballade | |

The super artist

The super artist

With each, sweet, precious moment
There’s a different kind of show
As I sit and watch these Tingle trees
How they glisten, how they glow!
Soft branches dance on cooling breeze
Beyond the river shore
Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen
As it sparkles more and more.

Am I standing here in Heaven?
What be this wondrous bliss?
That comes from all this beauty?
I’m mesmerized by this
As the sun shines on those Tingle trees
And I watch this picture show
A feeling soft and beautiful
Within my heart does glow.

There has to be some power
In the heavens up above
Who keeps this sun a shining
He’s an artist filled with love
He has those special powers
To fill each soul with bliss
As his colours fill the Universe
When he the World does kiss.

26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs.


Written for the 'Beauty contest'


Details | Quatrain | |

Our Paradise Island

Our destination is an island out there
In an ocean of blue with sands so fair
It has everything you would want on a paradise isle
Scenery so beautiful you can't help but smile

We set of from the pier in the Florida Keys
Journeying down south going with the breeze
Down to Panama via it's amazing canal
Sailing into the moonlight me and my gal

From ocean to ocean, Atlantic to the Pacific
Through this engineering gem, just incredible, terrific
The expanse we desire is within our sights
Out past the horizon will be many our night

With the waves we sailed to our yonder blue
Amidst colouring skies of beautiful hue
Whilst shapes from the deep shadow our course
Through the waters they ease with effortless force

Ahead in the distance we hear a thunderous crash
Breakers of white in foamy strewn splash
Sea birds aplenty in torpedo dive
Their feeding frenzy for survival strive

We anchor offshore in a lagoon so calm
As we row to the shore viewing delightful palms
Swaying in the breeze like a chorus of arms
On this paradise island showing one of it's charms

We settle into the evening in our new island home
Sleeping into tomorrow around it's shores we will roam
Living life to the full in this blissful surround
Happiness in tranquillity around us abounds








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-11.php


Details | Shape | |

In the Still of Morning

Sun is rising as the gongs are struck; birds whistling for the few that listen. But trees are still filled with sap, as the clouds are still billowy white; skies still delight, as the bees still buzz. From black, to purple, to blue - the sun still shining like molten gold, the trees still standing high above the creatures, the creatures still lurking upon the earth; God's glory. In the still of morning life is still happening.
NOTE: In this shape poem, it's supposed to resemble a Japanese pagoda. There are 17 lines, with the syllable count going like this: 1, 3, 5, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13, 6, 6 - with the last two lines requiring a rhyme. Come try it out and let me know - I'm curious to see what others can come up with.


Details | Choka | |

Mountains

 
(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 10.09.2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Six People

The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods,
The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands,
The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons,
The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's,
The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold,
The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes,
The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them,
The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet,
The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints,
The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose,
The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories
The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss,
The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights,
The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture,
The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal,
The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket,
The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly,
The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark,
The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting,
The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods,
The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.

 


Details | Imagism | |

Sunflower Dreams

A depth unknown
Shall be sown
With harvest a bound
To those who stay sound
Field of dreams
Take away my screams


Details | Haiku | |

Go Go Dancer

the white man's burden
cultivates Afrika’s roots
a caged mind unbarred


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter is coming

The shadows are becoming longer;
The cold is feeling stronger.
Our beautiful green trees;
have begun to lose their leaves.
Winter is knocking on my door;
It's not summer anymore!
Autumn is truely a frenzy of colours;
The beginning of nature's wonders!
Leaves are turning yellow, orange and red;
We start turning in earlier, going to bed.
A beautiful bright sunny day;
can no longer find it's way.
A chill has started in every wind;
but we won't complain, I don't mind.
Nature is taking her course;
she's bringing in winter with a great big force!
Awesome winter evenings spent indoors;
Relax a little, throw some pillows on the floors.
Stack the logs in the fireplace;
oh move over, I too want a space;
to bask in the glow of fire so warm
we can sit there and talk while outside it storms.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beautiful Acacia

God’s most perfect gift

Oh, what perfect beauty
Like little yellow gems
Nestled midst those prickly leaves
Oh, how much love them
They sparkle in the morning sun,
And give my heart a lift
Oh that sweet Acacia
She’s Gods most perfect gift.

16 August 2013 @ 


Details | Rhyme | |

Yellow

Yellow sunshine streaking
Creeping through the branches
Climbing down the trees

Yellow bees humming
Crocheting honey
Orchards of daffodils, buttercups, and springtime

Yellow birds singing
Canaries, goldfinches twittering
Little bellies chattering for days to come

Yellow pollen from the leaves
Brilliantly shimmering
Beneath a full autumn moon

Yellow stars nodding
Inscribing their own poems
Into the dreamy world below


Details | Free verse | |

WIND MILLS

 In the land of  glacial fjords, amongst the evergreen
Valley's lush and beautiful, an ancient dutch windmill
Stands, as a timeless testament to the relics of man.
A spinning wheel, turning swiftly as sails capture
The winds embrace, white vanes rotating in the breeze,
Spreading their wings of eloquence, as canvas
Blades slicing the air with perfections precision.
Cogs, cut into well oiled gears, a mechanism
Of turbines mechanical engineering, seamlessly,
Flawlessly, exquisiteness by definitions design.
It makes a picture perfect postcard, lying in a
Paradises garden, known as the Netherlands.
Widespread appendages unfurling tasting the
Mountain's breath, as it flows downwards in
Currents cascades, from freedoms wild
Lands beyond.
In the meadows glen, a green carpet spreads forth,
Filled with variations of wild flowers, bursting the
Color pallets array.
Behold the charming display, splendor's magnificence,
Hidden within this alpine wilderness, untouched by
The modern hands of man.
A cottage tower, with veils of sails, grasping at
The wind, it almost seems as if a living thing,
Wishes to be set free to soar, unto the heights
Vast divides.
Rotations vertical energy, hypnotizing the human
Imagination, to witness it's earthen shackles to be
Released, creating a creature of flights exhilaration,
Behold to the pondering spirit, it does so live.
A gliding spiritual wanderer, weaving between
White clouds of heavens misty powder.
Awaken dreamer, to reality's soft whispering, it
Is only a phantom illusion, set at wings ascension.
Oh but for that one moment it lives, within the
Momentary realm of the imagination.
Here in the charming kingdom of the Netherlands,
Innocence’s child lies dreaming, beneath a clear
Mountain's sky and ponders carelessly, as the wind mill
Creeks, and spins nearby.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the wetlands

 
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory



Details | Romanticism | |

Moment

The drops of rain brushed my eyes,
Breeze blowing in my face long,
Instilled a freshness in my heart,
With nothing but love all along. 

The moistened drop touched my skin,
As it dwelled itself within me,
Amounted an emotion of freedom, 
And reflected my soul upon thee. 

The thunder wave across the sky,
Creating scenic beauty to be seen,
Fulfilling the desire of light in life,
To filter the darkness where it has been.

The sound of birds and insects,
Nature singing pleasingly,
Peace to the ears and the soul,
Aspiring me to be free. 

Rustling of leaves from the tree's,
Adding the effect to nature's soundtrack, 
From the water drippings to the air's whoossh!
No one can save me from this wonderful attack.

And then i see a distant image,
An image of a lady old,
Blur! Why can't i see properly?
May be my eyes are sore!
What was i wondering? What just happened?
I asked myself confused!
I can't hear, i cant see well!
I am in eighties and i am old!

What was i feeling? What was it?
I wondered again in tears!
With the lady stepping out from the blue,
Wiping all my fears!
She talked to me but i couldn't hear!
I could just read her lips!
'' It was this moment, you proposed me 50 years back!''
'' and we begun our journey and joined our tracks! '' 

She smiled at me and hugged me warm,
All in my head were the thoughts that swarm,
It was the place and time, i reckoned,
All the way before all this happened,
The gist of nature and her loving face,
This moment in her eyes i could just gaze,
The feeling of love and nature together,
The true harmony Co-existing forever,


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Romanticism | |

To a Red Rose

As I wake to a sunny day,
a crisp and cool day, I may say;
I dress and go to the garden-
ad I gaze upon the beauty,
I see a beautiful gift sent to me-
you my dear, swing thing;
sent down on angel's graceful wings,
to a lovely tune that a nightingale sings-
Yes you my red rose.
You the one who makes my heart sing.

To a red rose,
my favorite of them all,
as I walk in the meadow of love,
no other flower compares to your own
beauty and color;
so pure and lovely
I shed a tear for you
my red, red rose;
so beautiful-
I love you.

.12.22.2013


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Ballade | |

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails

Today I hit the wetland trails
I’ve not done this for a while
It’s not the same as the older days
When I used to walk for miles
My body’s getting older now
I’m easing off a bit
And yet these wetlands filled with life
I love them, I admit.

Whilst walking I got kind of high
The clouds were in the sky
As the rain was teeming down
I heard the ravens cry
As two of them flew over head
Giving out their lonely calls
There’s something about these big black birds
That be so beautiful.

Then I saw a flock of swallows
About a hundred strong
They were not singing tenderly
I heard no kind of song
But my, those birds, they seemed to dance
They whirled and twirled around
And put my mind into a trance
As I trod the grassy ground.

I walked for just an hour or two
As that rain, it soaked the earth
Oh. Walking through these wetland trails
Is a thing of so much worth
Then I went home to write some poems
To celebrate my day
And let the day just do its thing
As I went on my way.

15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.


Details | ABC | |

Camouflage

Army suits they wore at war.
Butterflies flying at the bar.
Change their colors like cheetahs and cats.
Dark comes i'm scared of bats.
Easy for them on hide and seek.
Find them not, i'm getting weak.
Giant trees you see in the forest.
Hidden with dangerous beast. 
Iguana and giraffe are endangered species.
Jaguars are strong can't torn them into pieces.
King of animals they are lions.
Like leopards they are union.
Makes me sick, makes me confuse.
Nothing i can do makes me anxious.
On that wall a beautiful woman.
Pink and silver she's holding a fan.
Queen Elizabeth looks not for me.
Reminiscence of Helen is what i see.
Teary eyes, you can't refuse.
Unidentified, i'm confuse.
Very concealing but amazing.
With your color so exaggerating.
Xenon is weakly interacting.
You beautiful creatures get some rest. 
zebras and tigers are the best.


Details | Free verse | |

High Worship

Above the lowly metro din,
we climb through earnest efforts
to slopes of grouse and goats.
Where skies brim pale and pure,
trails narrow, plummet, climb,
and jackknife over the granite jumble
of broken planetary bones.

We glimpse a momentary thaw
in a world frozen in icy fingers.
But we don’t whisper this to the lush grass
springing from damp soil,
pooled in the cool seeps,
between the shades of fir and spruce.

Who trembles on the lonesome
peaks and ridges?
Disoriented, by sparse air and stark beauty.
I long to view the hidden valleys 
of alpine grace, and remote peaks of
unreachable distance,
and ponder a holy, violent birth.

I bow to this risen paradise.


Details | Ballade | |

Daybreak at Nornalup


It’s morning time at Nornalup
A new day, it is born
The river flows so lazily
Reflecting all the morn
The Tingle trees on the other side
So strong and silent, they
As morning sun enhances them
At the birth of each new day.

I sit here on this little bench
And watch the morning born
I see it as it turns from night
And heralds in the dawn
Oh how that sleepy little river
Reflects this morning show
Of fluffy bushes, midst strong trees
It gives them such a glow.

A Kookaburra, how he laughs
Awaking brand new day
He flies above the lazy river
As he goes upon his way
He looks for something in the grass
A snake, something to eat
I sit here and enjoy this show
It makes life so complete.

Two ravens fly above my head
And give out lonesome calls
As brown ducks waddle here and there
It’s all so beautiful
In this lovely paradise
Beside the Frankland river
Oh so much blessed harmony.
This scene, it does deliver.

11 June 2013 @ 1404hrs.







Details | Free verse | |

A Turtle to Remember

A Turtle to Remember


I caught a very beautiful turtle on my fishing line
took it off quickly to release before it was hurt but.....
it's shell and mystery took a magical hold of me
I carried that very sweet beauty home you see
Showed my father what a great prize I had caught
soon showed that beauty to everyone I knew
My pet needed a new name, one with great fame
A Hannibal, Napoleon, Alexander or Cyrus the Great
three days it took to find a name for my fine pet
It was settled,  his name would be Jessie James
Dad merely smiled but six brothers laughed loudly
I did not care for they knew so very little
After all Jessie James knew me so very well
On day number nine little Jessie no longer looked fine
color was off and he hardly dared to move in his box
Dad took charge and ordered me to hurry and release Jessie
release him in the river before he took his last breath
A sad day when I had to let my beautiful friend go away!
Nothing to do or say, life demands such sacrifice
Fishing same spot nine years later saw a huge turtle
watching me for about three hours before swimming close by
I swore it was Jessie James visiting me for old times sake
Six brothers laughed so heartily but they know so very little!
07/15/2014

Based on my times with my pet turtle, Jessie James .
I was six years old when I caught him and about 15 when he 
visited me again. The years only made him more beautiful!!!
As it always does that which we truly love!
Turtles are meant to be free....


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Alouette

Smell the summer air
Blowing everywhere
Drying up the drops of rain.
In this seasons breeze
Wheat fields grow with ease
Barley, corn and sugar cane.

Sun is beating down
Warming up the ground
Dandelion seeds float free.
Wild flowers with grace
Daisies happy face
Waiting for a date with bee.

Deer has gone to bed
Grass to rest his head
Heavy eyelids dim last light.
In the dark you’ll see
Fireflies so free
Dancing in the summer night.

Written 08.30.2014
For contest A Lovely Alouette


Details | Haiku | |

We Girls Love Pearls

Painful grain of sand
making something beautiful
on ocean bottom.


Details | Personification | |

PRECIOUS AND SACRED

I WOKE TO A BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE THAT KISSED MY SOUL.

WITH A MORNING DEW THAT REFRESHED MY LUNGS WITH ALL THAT THE CREATOR OFER.

I GO OUT AND SMELL THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS EMBRACING THEIR BEAUTY.

THE SKY IS CLEAR AND PEACEFUL TO MY EYES AS I AM JUST GAZING AT IT THANKING GOD FOR THIS DAY AND FOR ALLOWING ME TO SEE IT.

THE GRASS IS FLOWING WITH THE COOL WIND WHILE IT SHIVERS MY FLESH.

PRECIOUS AND SACRED ARE YOU MOTHER EARTH BUT THERE ARE SOME WHO TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED.

THEY TREAT YOU AS IF YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT HOW CAN THEY DO THIS.

PRECIOUS AND SACRED IS THE EARTH AND HER BEAUTY SHE SHARES WITH US.

THE RIVERS QUIETLY WHISPERS TO THE SUN AS THEY FLOW ON WITH WIND.

OH HOW THE CREATOR LOVED US ENOUGH TO MAKE THE EARTH SO BEAUTIFUL FOR US TO ENJOY .

FOR US TO LIVE ON HOW DARE WE TAKE IT FOR GRANTED HOW DARE WE MISUSED THE THINGS HE GAVE US THINK ABOUT IT.


Details | Ballade | |

As dusk comes

As dusk comes.

I’m at the window, looking out
Upon this light filled day
Billie Holliday sings softly
And the suns rich golden rays
Paint the world, all shades of green
As those happy children talk
And gentle people filled with life
Right by my window walk.

Today, it be a perfect day
With spring there just ahead
The sun shines down so perfectly
It seems the winter’s dead
As Rosella parrots filled with colour
Feed from a small seed bowl
And tiny wrens do twitter sweetly
And the evening soothes my soul.

People sounds can’t hide the silence
That comes just pre to dusk
The days soft story fades away
And does the darkness trust.
So mystic moon might shine on down
To paint the rivers grace
With the glory of her soul
And the essence of her face.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunny Day

Rays of sunshine dancing on my back 
This flamenco goes on all afternoon 
The ripples glisten with the light 
Sitting here next to the lake 
Everywhere, colours are out to play 
The green in the grass 
The blue in the sky 
The pink in your lips 

Everywhere 

I offer you a strawberry 
From the picnic that you brought 
The sweet smell entwines with the flowers 
That scatter where we are sat 
Your head on my lap 
I stroke your golden hair 
Catching my pinkie on a bead of sweat 
That trickles from your forehead 
You laugh and go to take off your sunglasses 

I stop you 

Your eyes would make the whole day 
Seem the night 


Details | Ballade | |

Seeing by starlight

Seeing By Starlight.

I’m strolling on this clear, dark night,
All fancy free, dog by my side
I love to walk these lonely streets
My senses sharp, and open wide
The darkness even bolder now
‘Cause no moon rides the sky
And I just want to drink it in
Don’t want the scene to die.

I look up at the velvet sky
And I see a million gems.
And then I see a shooting star!
{Now and then you see them}
As I behold the mystery,
Of that milky kind of grey.
That space where lies, all mystery
They call the Milky Way.

The trees they look like coal black shadows,
And the grass trees growing there,
They look like people of the night,
All lurking everywhere.
They even spook our sherry girl,
[She’d make no killer dog]
But oh that feel there in the air!
Be this the breath of God??

About 1993.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


Details | Imagism | |

PANSY SHELLS ON PISMO BEACH


sun sets graciously on gentle horizon kissing silky damp beach goodnight shades of mauve and salmon rose as waves lap soft blue sighs skylight dusk illuminates iridescent white fragile flowers resting on sand bouquets that shower shore as countless pansy shells crown land (Inspired by our recent trip down California/ Pacific drive-- Pismo is half way between 'Frisco' and L/A-- I was overwhelmed by this sunset walk and the hundreds of white pansy shells scattered on the sand--perfect flowers engraved on them reflecting God's amazing creation) © December 2013-Kim van Breda


Details | Light Poetry | |

When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me


When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us


I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near


I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,


Us Three...



Written by://©Betty Bolden

11-15-05

All Poems are copyright!


Details | Rhyme | |

Great Lone Tree, So Beautiful

Great Lone Tree, So Beautiful



Great lone tree standing in the middle of Harper's lot
 weathering all attacks from so many enemies it has got
Struck eleven times by lightning in as many years
 last one burned so hot that sap burst forth like tears!

First plague was ten thousand locusts eating it's fruits
 next came grub worms devouring it's sweet tender roots
After that first fire came burning high above it's trunk
 then came the woodpeckers pecking out chunk by chunk!

Next the teenage boys driving in nails for a playhouse
 adding to the big holes bored so deeply by a wood mouse
Second fire burned it's trunk until hard rain put it out
 followed by six years of county's hottest, longest drought

Great lone tree had weathered so many terrible attacks
 insects gnawing ever deeper it's long and deep cracks
These many years it gave it's fruit and comforting shade
 it's life beaten but that majestic beauty never did fade

Great lone tree stood reaching ever upward to Mother Sky
 enduring all while so stubbornly refusing to ever die!

Robert Lindley  06-10- 2014..
Rewrite from the late 70's. Based on the huge mulberry tree 
in vacant field just behind our house.. So beautiful but one 
could see the many scars it had endured yet still survived!
I used to pick the mulberrys in the bountiful years!
Mother would make cobbler from them and it was glorious


Details | Rhyme | |

Guests On This Earth

The beauty of this earth entrances
as water lilies do their dances.
Sky is framed by a storm cloud
while every raindrop sings out proud.

Mother Nature's quite alluring
and of mankind she's enduring.
Let us look out for her needs
and rectify those harmful deeds.

Enjoy the earthly gifts bestowed;
those painted landscapes that she showed.
For we are guests upon this planet
and must not take this all for granted.


for Giorgio's contest "small poem III"
written by Deb Wilson

The motif I chose is nature


Details | Rispetto | |

Mountain Cottage

Upon a high mountain, way up very high It seems the sky is the limit for this place Here’s a man’s castle a domain to live by It is a place that hides from the human race What a seclusion this small cottage sure is And the view it brings has a life full of bliss The air is very crisp, the sky is so blue The place is quite delightful, so is the view
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

A Rose in the Desert

A single, red rose
ruby colored rose that shines in the twilight
and reflects my love over years of single
and tragic heartbreaks.
A single, red rose sits in a beautiful and calming oasis
sitting there giving me hope for love to come around
and knock upon my weak and weary door.
A rose in the dry and hot desert grows tall and blooms
with beauty and such glory
that it could make a grown man weep, if it wanted too.


Details | Free verse | |

Bleu--a Pit Bull puppy

Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Pit Bull so young
Where did you come from?
Our Blue-nose American Pit Bull.

Bleu, Bleu, who are You?
Happy and hungry, tail always waving,
Only wants love and a pat,
Our beautiful, Blue nose Pit.

Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Growing so big, eats like a pig,
Running all over, chasing the birds,
Growing like crazy, our beautiful Pit.

Bleu, Bleu, I know You!
You're our Love and our Surprise,
Who ever thought you'd come here to live?
A blessing from God--Heaven sent,


Our beautiful baby Pit Bull.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Tornado

Walking in the fields,
looking at the fresh
yellow daffodils- "Mmm,"
What a beautiful scent.

Gazing, looking out at 
the mountain top,
wondering, what could 
be on the other side?

Clouds burrowing,
gray and black,
moving closer and closer,
"What's going on here?"

Moments later,
it rips through,
splitting, pounding the
mountaintop in half!

What was that?
"Oh God, a TORNADO!"
Can I escape in time...?
Closer and closer,
it starts whirling,
spinning in the fields,
like a top.

Within 20 minutes,
the fields are bare and burnt,
yellow daffodils vanished,
and the beautiful scenic mountaintop,
in ruin-crumpled,
to little pebble-like stones.

The power of nature...,
some Spring Tornado!


Details | Rhyme | |

A Song for the Glory of Nature

A Song for the Glory of Nature

Life is so sweet as Nature amply proves 
         by the birds and the bees
That dearly presents just how loves soothes,
          mankind's many troubles and woes
Marvel, marvel at the sheer beauty of the trees, 
singing in colors brilliant or icy white snows

Does not the art of the trees rain this down upon us?
Having been caressed by the love and wonder of the 
          birds and the bees

Nature gives many more displays to validate it's worth
as man fails to adequately describe that majesty even 
                                                        in poetic verse!
Robert L. 

Composed this morning as I patiently waited to let a mother duck
and her seven little ducklings safely cross the road in front of me.
Nature presents us with the beauty of the young to remind us what
we should diligently strive to preserve and hold onto!


Details | Haiku | |

Winter blossom

Kanbotan blooming
a long life in the rice hut                                                                                              no hiding beauty


Details | Free verse | |

Nature

The arial creatures sing to a symphony of freedom

Flying about, no destination in mind

The leaves sway from side to side

Crunching under the force of the wind

The flowers blossom, showing their true colors

Bringing about nothing but beauty

The sun radiates its beams 

Sending down life to all creatures

The clouds tell a story, expressed in a charade

Nature is a beautiful thing

Yet this beautiful thing is not appreciated

Day to day we rush on with our lives

Not taking that moment to stop

Stop and admire the world around us

We are too distracted by material items

To understand that the greatest pleasure of all is at our feet

We don't acknowledge the smell of fresh air

We don't take the time to gaze upon the meadows, intake the colors

We aren't enchanted by the world of animals

Two worlds living in harmony aside one another

It is all taken for granted

Nature is our base

But it won't be here forever

Cherish the moments you have with it

And stay intact with it




Details | Free verse | |

Drifting on a Cloud

Drifting on the clouds I lie
With my head pointing
To yonder skies
In a sea of dreams 
 Where mind and spirit 
Igniting natures prize
To feel like you are heaven bound 
But feet standing firmly
 On hallowed ground
But in the clouds you drift
As the cascade shifts
Your feet no longer touching
The ground

A lift off to a peaceful place
an Ease from  pain
Heading to heaven
On the now train
No heading back
 
Settling in  your own time
Welcoming  rain
An escape
For the things that beset us
Riding our backs
Painting the surfaces
Filling the cracks
No longer weary
Nor hearing sounds
 of hungry cries
Heading to glory
With the echoing of lullabies
Off on a voyage
With an opt out clause
Given by nature
When we stop and pause
Discarding distress,
And inflicted pains, 
Looking for a redress
With  sweet Refrains
 eyes wide opened 
To a beauty and a guile 
Painted by nature
By the clouds on high
So I decided
 to pause for a little while
 
Taking nature in my stride
Story’s written
 in the clouds
artist at play
Mixing the co lours
Painting a picture
Inviting a crowd
Having her say
Without uttering a word
How the lines are drawn
The bold highlights, 
And intricate designs
Nature’s Way 

In shades of grey and pastel blue
With the turquoise borders
Depths of indigo 
How can I not be taken in
Blending with unison
Of a presence and a place
Is it not inspiration?
That brought me here 
My resting place!
That there is peace and harmony
In  yonder skies
 
Wrapped in a woolen shroud,
Floating on high
As on a cloud I now reside
Homeward bound 
While in the depth 
Of an azure sea,
over yonder a tide does wake
Surging to inner shore
A surfers dream
 
Riding its waves
Horizontally, I must glide
To cross over in spirit of the other side
I am at a time and place
Where though imagery 
we can foretaste
Although somewhere different
in time and space 
It must be like being in heaven ,
when nature take its place
At the cent re of the stage
 revealing its beauty
 

So humble yet so almighty
There is complexity in every art
the very corners and intricate parts
Inviting the  eye
Taking time out on a page
Syncing with beauty
 Looking from  the sky
Floating on high
In a woolen casket
 Weightlessly 
Drifting on by
I am in no race
Just run life’s race
Off on another journey
A different time and a different place
 

An escape from the rat race
To find a new place
Full of joy and grace
That I would always be floating
from the skies 
While the north east trades go wonder
Pushing on by 
to open the seven seals
blessing my eyes
See what picture is painted
And the wisdom that it derived
In secrets of the wise
Recovering lost virtues
From failure to realize

Imbalance of the senses one cannot deny
But to approach beauty you have to switch off others 
for another to come alive 
Its not faking reality
But letting spirituality in
To be sublime but not yet ridiculous
But moving to another realm
Enjoying earthly blessings
While wishing changes in


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom


spring showers contest
4/14/13


Details | Ballade | |

Feelings in the early morn

Feelings in the early morn

Here be I amidst the flowers
Playing the poets role
As soft leaves dancing on the breeze
Lend magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds give out sweet prayer
That fills the air with harmony
As joy is everywhere.

A rose of pink and yellow hues
Sends perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To that softest silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden swathed  in bliss
Such solace I have found.

My working days all finished now
I watch the day go by
And melt within it peacefully
There’s just this morn and I
This silence, how it soothes my soul
And fills me with such power
Intoxicating me with sweetness
To bring my heart to flower.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Under the Moon and Stars

Camping in a beautiful green glade on a warm June night the darkness was total,
Every place and scene on this still and thoughtful night unlocked it's essence,
Every spot has its own sentiment and each one with a rich and peculiar perfume,
The leafy scent of trees the smell of forest turf an earthy odor  deep and rich.

Caught on a light breeze was the fragrant breath of sweetbrier natures perfume,
We had the delicious effusion from a clover or bean-field a lingering fragrance, 
At our canvas tent we had the warm rich smell of peat on a red glowing wood fire,
A smell that tells you that it is the end of the day so just rest, talk and enjoy,

We could hear crickets that singing in the hedge surrounding the dark leafy glade,
A night thrush in an old elm that over canopies our tent, silhouetted by the moon,
There is a balmy softness in the air and the other trees stand in shadowy masses,
These shadowy masses seem to listen to the still and musing black skies above them.

Near is a soft gloom beneath umbrageous hedges, how soft, beautiful is a June night,
What can equal this pleasant feeling in this dark camp the smell of burning meths's,
The moon beams down like a celestial creature the evening stars burns with radiance,
As I lay in my sleeping bag and shut my weary old eyes this moment will last forever.


Details | Ballade | |

Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




Details | Haiku | |

Midnight

The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!


Details | Tanka | |

Stem to the Rose

Ones pillar of strength Edging towards it's flower On reaching their join Rich scented petals in bloom Where the stem and the Rose meet .


Details | Rhyme | |

In The Clouds

In The Clouds

 A sweet morning is the Sun peeking, peeking
 the clouds swaying , playing but not leaking
 A cool breeze birthed by clouds and their fruits
 just as the apple comes from tree and its roots

 A great day is under a tree watching the clouds
 thinking of earth and the mysteries it shrouds
 A great storm brewing silently so very far away
 God and Nature dancing in a life renewing play

 A fine night is often those cloudless skies
 glittering stars striking the awestruck eyes
 The moon hides behind a cloud in a blanket
 dares to peep around and not even thank it

 Clouds are ships bringing such precious rain
 Beautiful oceans above bleeding again and again

 Robert J. Lindley 07/28/2014

No haiku, not written for the contest but the 
contest sponsor did inspire me to write this.. 
Thanks!


Details | Verse | |

A Grand Design




And when the seed has been nurtured
and sunlight grace adorn

And when all is said of wisdom
and love has persevered in song

Where each prayer has fallen upon the fields
and completion has granted a dream

a feast of God's promise shall rise above
in a breath of eternity...




Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Letter Q

letter Q the leopard lives alone amongst the shelter
that to him he calls a home but to us the jungles grown
we are children for the wonder and what thus dwells we cannot ponder
possibility in tact, rabid beast and wild cat
cataclysmic compositions come to mind in bloody visions
leave to mind what is to wonder letter q's a second longer
Eyes the constellations in the jungles patient waiting
lingering what's to be sought in these fields that Q does plot
seeds were sown in feudal tones, not know by it before us
Letter Q the farmers fued between the teeth they show us
A sickle beast the turnip theif and slaughter house subduer
sanctify the burning bibles, what is man if not to idle
under rays of burning idols made of letter q's disciples


Details | Ottava rima | |

Light Enhanced Fog

The sun slowly rises casting a glow Wherever the fog billows light reflects Water slushes from the unknown below Mist wanders leaving a path for effect Everyone can go beyond what they know Leaving nothing of this scene to defect Beautiful nature shows this scene lovely Light enhanced fog brings about wistfully
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

Tranquillity

It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided 
to put out the light and
to look out the window

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked 
as lovely as it looks tonight


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Angel of Dawn

O' the angel of dawn! Hold my hand And as you rise, embrace my ailing heart To shield it from the grave sight of the well-lit moon melting into drops Of dew when the burning sun is born In the heart of the diseased sky That loses the beads of twinkling stars And adornment on the forehead of night's bride O' the angel of dawn! Embrace my eyes And as you rise, usher me to the world of trance Where there lies a million such beads On the forehead of the blooming sky Born out of the ashes of the gleaming sun When the twilight breaks the era of blinding morn Erase the dreams to awaken my soul When the angel of sundown is born


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In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013


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Love

He looked at her like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time and instinctively he knew that he loved her far more than anything else on this earth and far beyond anything in the sky. He never knew that beauty captivated the body in order to obtain permission to flicker its light unto the soul. He said unto himself: "When the feeling for beauty happens to be associated with the sight of some human being, the transference of love is made possible" and he smiled.

"It is all the beauty of the world" he exclaimed, "it is universal beauty, for which we all long". As he glanced at her ever long and bade her a smile like no other, she took his hand and filled the spaces between her fingers with his, and they both smiled when she realised that their hands were perfectly matched and divinely foretold in the stars. At that moment he knew that the heart and the seed remind us that the art of falling leads to something astoundingly beautiful. To love for the sake of being loved is rather human, but to love for the sake of loving is something altogether rapturous.

He peered within this new sunset and he comprehended all the secrets of the universe in his new found love. He realised that romance is a thing of beauty and she is love's perfect accompaniment. He no longer needed to call unto the heavens for love when he realised that her heart shared precious parallels with the shimmer; mother nature’s dance with the stream. 

He looked into her eyes and saw all the universe's dreams sweetly glistening back at him and he said unto her: "As men, we are told that to make women fall in love with us we must make them laugh, but every time you laugh I fall in love with you all over again"


Details | Free verse | |

The World Of Her Choice

The World Of Her Choice

What does she think?
She walks on the beach whenever she gets the chance
The line between three different worlds
Three worlds in consistent conflict with each other
One wet and warm with brightly colored fish
The other dry and beautiful with birds singing in the trees
The third offers cool breezes and beautiful sunsets
She stares at the three of them
Wondering which would offer her peace and happiness
The land gives her grief and pain
Untrusting people who live just to harm others
People who hate because others are different
The air brings storms of unreal proportion
Lightening, tornados and chemical clouds
All designed to destroy the land beneath them
The water is the only one to bring solace and quiet
She watches the waves in their eternal movement
At that moment she makes a decision
Walking into the waves she smiles as they envelop her
Surrounding her body they draw her in
There is no fear or panic as her face enters the water
She has left the land and air behind her
The chosen water surrounds her
A last smile and a last breath
She has joined the world of her choice
And at last she is happy


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Happiness Surrounds Me

Happy that I live but more,
That the sky is bright blue.
Happy for summer roses after rain,
And for spring glimmers and dew.

Happy for sunsets and warm days,
And for rain that turns to snow.
Happy trees grow green leaves,
And I get to see flowers grow.

Happy that I more than see,
That whether happy or sad,
Life is luminous and amazingly beautiful,
Now of this, I'm most grateful and glad.


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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Free verse | |

New Dawn

Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair

Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous

				
							


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Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


Details | Tanka | |

Tree Lined Avenue

Tree lined avenue Ochres and yellows display Graciously they fall In carpet gown, soil enriched In life they shone, now they're gone .


Details | Monorhyme | |

Fireflies Tonight

There are days when I feel like I want to cry, But tonight, I'm under this beautiful sky. I watch the stars, underneath the universe bars. And as I walk, I saw these lights. to my surprise, they're beautiful fireflies, close to my feet & under the velvet skies. too beautiful to catch, so I just stopped & watched. amazing & beautiful creatures, of this world's hidden features. oh how it makes me happy, when I walked home safely. I'd like to come back to get a glimpse again, maybe tomorrow, I just don't know when.


Details | Free verse | |

Eternal Spring

With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.

Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.

The spring dwells
Eternal life,
Once drank,
Life everlasting.
Offering life after passing.


Details | Free verse | |

Heavenly Nature

I threw myself into the air,
like a rock-star diving into the arms
of his die-hard fans,
only for soft, green, succulent stems
to lower my gravity onto the grass surface.

When the wind blew around me,
sweet, scented petals scattered in the air
above me; a feeling of divine grandeur
overwhelmed me, as I couldn't breathe- I didn't
want any sigh, blink, or breathing,
to steal this moment away from me.


Details | Choka | |

MOUNTAINS

(Double Choka) Over the mountains Sun shines in all its splendor Beautiful trees stand out tall Birds assemble there Eagles soar right to the top Wild flowers covers the ground Blue mountains stand grand Deers and bears roam all around Eyes can't get enough nice scene All trees seem to glow You can feel God's loving touch Breathe in enjoy all the view. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 aka ladylove copyright@2014 December, 4, 2014


Details | Haiku | |

Scottish Scenery






     The Scottish Highlands;
     purple painted  landscape and
     snow dusted mountains.

     Majestic eagle;
     soars high over mountain top 
     calling to his mate.


Details | ABC | |

Beautiful place

This world is beautiful place
This beautiful place with lass
With her sunset
Beautiful
When her sun raises
It's beautiful
And the moon in alight move
Is beautiful
Through out of her night
Is beautiful
The gleaming of her stars
And morning shines
Is beautiful
Her mood
As the waves of her ocean
The blooming of her sight
Her oldness of her blessing saint
And  breezes of her beaches
Her mountains and her meadows
Teaching for us her love

The beauty of her fall and fame
The difference of her four seasons
The pouring water of rains
As roaring of her mount river
Or floating hovering fog of her face
The beautiful secret sigh 
As ease of her drizzle shower
All her flagrance her fun
Different faces
And different voices
Of her
So beautiful place for lass
Is  beautiful place for love



Details | Haiku | |

Journeys

                
                Boys on a journey
		Excitement and danger there
		Walking in mountains


Details | Rhyme | |

As The River Flowed

There were ripples of the sparkling stream.
The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky.
That befriended with the sun’s wonderful beam.
Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye.

The background was overflowing with mountains.
Mountains with snowcapped peaks,
Their attainment of such exquisiteness is a real arcane. 
What is it above the sky that they seek?

The eagles were gloating about their wings.
O! How marvelous they were to glance upon!
Thrushes flew above the river as they sing.
Grazing on the grassland was a cluster of fawn. 

There I saw the elderly yet strong fisherman.
Flinging his lure in an elegant technique.
Attracting catfish and trout as much as he can,
While sitting on the boulder beside the flowing creek.

The loveliness of the lotus was luring me, 
Positioned silently on the cerulean water.
The white arrowhead was charming as she could be,
Her petals were diminutive as they always were.



Far away, I saw a grandiose tall tower.
Its peak was reaching for the high heavens.
He stood there taking delight over his power,
Amazed all travelers every now and then.

The heavens above exposed a band of colors.
Little time, after the floating dark skies cried.
I then assumed that our life is filled with squalors. 
But don’t worry because later they are all bright.

After the drizzle, dews sat calmly on the grasses.
Scarcely and leisurely moving towards the ground, 
The sunlight coalesces with the dew with tender caress.
How luxurious they looked wearing the golden crown!

The children played alongside the river in pleasure. 
Girls were collecting flowers to make tiaras and garlands,
While boys were skipping stones on the tranquil water
Their little footprints placed themselves on the loose sands.

And I was assembled comfortably on the greens. 
Beside flowed the river without paying any notice.
It cleansed all of my hopelessness and spleen.
Therefore I slept on the nature’s lap with internal peace…


Details | Rhyme | |

SPACE

Gaze deeper into the peaceful midnight sky,
aren't the diamond-shaped stars beautiful angels' eyes?
They turn everywhere and with their cheerful smiles,
they immediately hush the loudest baby's cry.  


Feel safe when staring at them, awesome thoughts they infuse;    
even darkness won't be that scary when you'll dream,
Nature's force will make a gentle breeze blow...
spreading the roses' fragrance as fireflies gleam!
Trust angels that descend with wide wings to bemuse,
never hold back joy when they smile as children and glow.


Imagine being alone in soundless and infinite space,
spinning around as a planet does hanging in awesome and indigo skies,  
but as dazed as a scientist discovering a distant place...
you'll think that the diamond-shaped stars are beautiful angels' eyes.    






Details | Quatrain | |

Kingdom of Sgobharaidh

Their lies on the West Coast of Scotland
A Kingdom that's rarely been seen
Where it's beauty radiates through ones eyes
Even closed you can only but dream

Natures gems thrive through seasonal change
Blessing colonies of sea faring birds
To witness the call of it's wilds
So many voices just have to be heard

Cordyline australis grace her lands
They are palm trees to you and me
A native from a land down under
Not Australia, New Zealand is where they be

This area where this Kingdom lies
With it's rugged and beautiful scenes
Freshwater lochs lure many anglers
To catch the fish of their dreams

Many visiting tourists, some in family trace
To discover where their ancestors be
Capturing snaps of their homelands, a past way of life
Filling the blanks of their family tree

Sporadic green forests of pine
With ferns and heathers, carpet the lands
Rugged juts off an earth from the past
Spewed through her juvenile glands

And this land through your eyes that you see
Is the Kingdom that's rarely seen
If you live here we call it Scourie
So beautiful in natures scheme








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Spirit

My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings
My spirit longs for the birds who fill the heavens with beautiful song
My spirit longs for the smell of the flowers
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings

My spirit longs for the sunrise and sunset
My spirit longs for the sweet tea my grandmother has perfected
My spirit longs for the sweet taste of freedom that comes only from summer
My spirit longs for the breeze that the summer brings.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Alabama Snow

The long never ending landscape of southern Alabama never runs cold. Today it decided to. The wind was at 
ease and all the snow flakes were about. The cold ground shuddered beneath me but I could tell it was a good 
kind of shiver. The snow fell down in a hurry yet it still took it's time swaying in the wind. All the snowflakes 
danceing around soon started a low tune far off on the wind. The band played a song that the world has been 
playing for centerys. One of love and peace. One that has no bounds or experation date. The song was cold 
enough to freeze the earth but here I stood warm as I basked in my happieness. The world seemed still as the 
orchestra played it's beautiful tune. The wind swirling and twirling as if it were a finely tuned violin. I couldn't 
bare to close my eyes for it was just to beautiful to look away from. As the wind picked up in it's gusts the 
snow felt ever so heavier and the skys begain to melt the love within the snow as all the snowflakes fell down 
as rain. "What a beautiful conversion" crossed my thaughts. The snowed over feild grew dreadfully quiet as the 
beautiful tune escaped into the wind. This was when I sudenly realized I was soaked and freezing. Almost killed 
me but I steped inside away from the Alabama snow. But I knew she'd come back for me.


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Mother Nature

The sun beams down lighting up my face and warming my skin
Coaxing my eyes shut to leave the physical world 
Letting the natural world fill my veins
The wild wind refreshes my lungs
Replenishing my whole inner being
My mind goes to a wonderful place to take a break from the ever crazy reality
My body begins to weigh down sinking into earths comforting ground
Natures lullaby soothes me to drift off into unconsciousness 

The land of dreams and wonderful things, hopefully
With nature surrounding me and cloaking me in divine bliss 
Only allowing the subconscious to bring to life beautiful scenes 
Flowered trees, fields of green, skies painted picture perfect blue, the air smells and tastes of honeydew, birds sing along to natures tune, the rivers move to the beat of Mother Nature’s heart

A natural awakening brings back my soul from its deep sleep 
Slowly uprooting my body from Mother Natures’ loving grasp 
She infused me with her energy to help me through the unnatural world we live in 
I can't wait for the sun to coax me again to close my eyes and appreciate her beautiful essence once more


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Breeze part one

She's like the breeze that puts me on ease
As she massages my sixteen degrees 
Of darkness she pleases every pigment of melanin in my skin
With her cores time is limitless, yes I must confess
For even if time had a limit, I would love her until my last breath
Covered in righteousness to the universe may I express?
That my love for her is the greatest, by becoming a beam of light
So bright that the blind would gain sight, the Sun would recite 
Sweet lullabies to the Moon in the night!


Details | Rhyme | |

A Day For Out On The Porch

Out on the porch in the bright sunshine
Doves coo enjoying their beautiful time
Oak trees are budding their yellow-green
Mocking Birds appear talking on the scene

North wind has opened his mouth_ cold breath
Flows across my lightly clad lap
Spring beautiful girl you set my heart awhirl
Thoughts turn to flowers and love

Joining in with those cooing Doves
The sighing pines draw me away
But can't go there on this day
Have to go don't have time to stay

Thank you God for this wonderful play!
The sighing of the pines beautiful orchestrated music
Even though the pollen drifts upon the breeze
Now my soul rest in relaxed ease...

Written Sunday March 04, 2012




Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


Details | Free verse | |

Bliss

As the morning sunlight falls , 
On the dew laden flower , 
Workers stir within their beds , 
Blessing the minutes to the hour  , 

The drunkard stirs in wind swept streets , 
As babies demand their feed , 
Whilst birds and bees take flight in hope , 
A new day in search of feed ,

But as the sun does slowly rise ,
All this would seem to cease , 
Fear not it is only intermission ,
In the next show of natures peace .



Details | Dodoitsu | |

Rain drops on roses

I initially once thought
Things look nice in lines and curves.
The power to imagine
Things on white paper

But nature defines beauty.
Watching the clouds cry boohoo
And the tears wetting roses.
No art can show it

Tears rolling down its own sleeves
So fragile and yet so sleek
Such poetry as it bends
No art can show it

Raindrops drops with elegance
As it pats the light petals
Leaving drops which reflects light
What art can show that?

Contest name: Wilojie
Name: Okunsebor Williams
Date: 27/12/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

The Boy Who Rides By The Sea

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The boy from the sea rides bareback along the shore 
     his magnificent stallion and he
In the early morn and the eve of night riding each day by the sea

Every day at dawn I rush to the shore
      just to catch a glimpse of he
In the moonbeams of night I race to the land...
      to watch them gallantly ride by the sea 

So beautiful in majesty I quietly watch them ride 
      Moving together as if they were one  like a beautiful melody
Riding together in harmony...by the sea, by the sea- his magnificent horse and he

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Details | Prose Poetry | |

May

May is like a good friend when she turns up we are glad and we have good times,
She is dressed in so many colors as if she has swallowed the arc of a rainbow,
She is like a photo album with colorful flowers, rich green grass and blue sky,
Magnificent pictures the earth is her garden, her trees snow white in blossom,
Her artwork is deep and profound while her canvases are painted for all to see.

She has many bottles of perfume all taken from carpets and myriads of flowers,
She throws her perfume high into the air and it is caught by warm soft breezes,
Essences ride across the land on a spring morning the start of a beautiful day,
And her sun shines, watery in a turquoise cloudless sky, her smile is dazzling,
A dazzling smile, the most beautiful ever seen, we just stand and stare in awe,


Her eyes radiate sunbeams she looks onto hidden valley's and gives bright light,
Looks into dark corners she delivers the brightest sunshine of fluorescent gold,
The gold is so rich, flowers lean towards that golden beacon, their petals open,
Her radiance makes patterns on soft forest floors and springs sparkle and ripple,
Dormant winter creatures awake from long slumbers, they nod to the forest queen.


Details | I do not know? | |

Assured to shore

Lord make my light shine,
illuminating Your glory
wich doesn't dwindle in the dark
and is the joy thats set before me.
In this lifes uncertain seas
be the wind set in my sail,
be my compass and my anchor,
for You love me without fail
so I know You'd never wreck me
on this course that You are mapping
or allow me to be plundered,
sunk ,or stranded without captain.

No! I shall not be afraid
wether tempest or high tide
for as sure as You are with me
joy and peace in me abide
so my faith is in Your guidance,
not a storm You cannot still.
So direct me with instruction
I choose Your purpose and Your will.

Even when cloud and dark cover
ever confident I'll be
my soul shall look to its lover
who will ever walk with me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


Details | ABC | |

love child

tempted mistress bore a son
acid spit from serpents tongue
sinners sin with no remorse
natures crule and twisted course
passions lust fades away
embedded in the soul to stay
pain conceived of rage
trapped with in a lovers cage
hatreds blade sheds scarlet tears
glaring eyes, ringing ears
adultery's sorrowed tail
an innocents life impaled


Details | Rhyme | |

This Winter Night

The sun has set, but the world is aglow
The light of the moon reflected by snow.
A blanket of ice, it covers the ground:
A glaze for the earth that muffles all sound.

The trees are bare like skeletons dry,
Bleached white like bones that reach for the sky.
They wait for the spring and hibernate deep;
Tucked in by snow, they dream and they sleep.

A house in the forest is covered in white,
Warmed by a fire and bathed in its light.
The people indoors look out at the sight,
Enjoying the splendor of this winter night.


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


Details | Acrostic | |

Autumn - Alphabet Poem

Ashes prepare for the fire’s glow
Umbrellas twirl under the rain
The leaves voice a radiant symphony
Uttering a beautiful season
Many feathers thread their way south
Nature’s clock spinning a bridge to winter


Details | I do not know? | |

day dreaming

that painting i look at every day.
god i wish i was there. 
the beautiful orange leaves falling everywhere.
an old house just calling my name.
in the middle of nowhere.
i close my eyes and imagine the breeze.
it feels cool, i start to sneeze.
the clouds are moving to the west.
i lay down a blanket and watch the sun set.
the sun goes down as my phone rings.
i'm back at the office my dream is gone.
i look at the painting whistfully, i'll be back.
i start to loose focus, there i am, under that tree.
staring at the clouds as leaves fall around me. 
snap, back at the office again.
until tomorrow my beautiful friend.


Details | Free verse | |

CLOUDS

Gently,wiping your way through
Moving calmly with your crew.
Looks as of a snowy,puffy,soft candy;
I would have got hold of you,
if you were handy.

Sometimes you used to make out some shape,
While, once I observed you as of a round tape.
The way you pass through the tress & buildings,
Gives me a visualization of wonderful settings.

I wonder how you would feel;
when drops of rain and the airplanes peel,
your tender body with their force!
I think you would definitely feel worse.
Or,May not be!

Whatever it is, my quest for you is,
Dear cloud, can I take a ride back of you?
And shout aloud with happiness, because of you...?


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Alouette 2

Smell the summer air
Blowing everywhere
Drying up the drops of rain.
In this seasons breeze
Wheat fields grow with ease
Barley, corn and sugar cane.

Sun is beating down
Warming up the ground.
Dandelion seeds float free.
Wild flowers with grace
Daisy’s happy face,
Waiting for a date with bee.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
08.30.2014
For contest A Lovely Alouette
4th


Details | Haiku | |

Ocean Hunger - Haiku

       Ocean Hunger - Haiku


Girl nude, applies salt

Covers body in butter

Hungry waves lick her 


Details | Free verse | |

Indigo Sky

Looking up, I search the indigo sky...
she covers me like a beautiful inverted bowl 
sharing marvelous currents of twinkling lights
glistening in a tangled mass of silver.
And I know all the while there are others
looking up - gazing into the same indigo colored sky.
They too, search for meaning 
as the clouds, driven by an unseen mariner 
whisper gently to the indigo colored sky.
Yet, far beyond the moon and stars, 
heaven floats patiently hoping love will 
envelope humanity in an everlasting peace
under her beautiful indigo colored sky.  
 


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Downfall

                                   Silver snowflakes in the sky
                           Sparkle with grace as they pass me by,

                                        Bound by gravity they’re forced to lie 
                                        Never having the ability to resist and fly,

                       Drifting from heaven in such sorrowful grace
                       Fated to land, to fall on its face,
   
                                           When its slow fall stops and its place is held
                                           It will soon break and surely meld,

                     Losing its independence and uniqueness 
                     When it lands on earth it becomes something less,

                                   Most are destined to end in a blaze
                                   Some broken apart by a gentle graze,

                      After this subtle fall of a fragile snowflake
                      All it can have is what it can take
                                   
                                           Always wanting for more
                                           Always wanting for something…
                                 
                                  It never arrives at that shore
                                      It always has nothing…


Details | Rhyme | |

Frank Stella, Delehanty Stock Farm

All aboard this train of thought,
where thoroughbreds are sold and bought,
mares are bred and their foals taught,
raised and fed, turned out and caught,

For all to know, this train of thought,
inspired my soul, one rainy night,
as I awoke and turned on the light,
I was aboard this train of thought,

Now we're on this train in the country,
in the rolling hills of Duchess County,
such a beautiful place for the eye to see,
Amenia, due north of New York City,

Where horses graze so happy and free,
on one hundred acres in tranquility,
where dear God blessed them all to be,
on Frank Stellas farm, Delehanty,

Where Frank Stella shared a part,
of his soul, mind and heart,
raising thoroughbreds from their start,
and gathered thoughts for his granduer art,

Where horses run so happy and free,
in the land of natures grand majesty,
Where Frank refined thoughts of artistry
on the beautiful farm....Delehanty


Details | Blank verse | |

Fresh Anew


Beautiful days in September morning
Looking ahead to a new horizon
A sip of tea in a cup of two
Learning to live without any blue

Sunrise is beautiful as morning dew
Leaving no trace of once adieu
Petals of flowers spread in a beautiful bed
To feel closer more to my creator

Sun stroke gently on my face
Caressing me in a tender touch
Fortified the heart of an angel
Foreseeing different road to take ahead

Lovely daisies for a beautiful vase
So gay in a rainbow bright
So charming in a lazy daze
It purified an innocence smile

Sun shiny days reflecting the good memories
Perfecting the day until sunset fade away
As the wind blew as a fresh anew
Carrying positive thoughts to fill my mind….

Have a good day!

By: lena
lie
11/9/07


Details | Free verse | |

A Young's Love

A fish in his own pride 
And agony up and down 
He jumps.

With a draw of desperation
Cover him with blue water and sand
Share day after day a young’s dream.

In many ways he tries
The summer’s sun went through
Wandering on behind the trees speaking love where have you brought me
An unseen soul replies and the young fisherman 
Let the fish to swim through it!


Details | Sonnet | |

A Joyous Trek

A Joyous Trek 

An afternoon spent walking the trails
Nature triumphs where city life fails
A short drive to Wapanocca Refuge today
had to let my inner child out to play

First trail snaked out to a lovely pond
saw the ducks of which I am so fond
Up around another very scenic bend
two deer bolted as if we were not friends

This cool day had the turtles out sunning
the squirrels playing, the lizards a running
All seemed to be listening to Nature's tune
Mid July felt like cool morn in early June

A trek to ease a tired body and soul
serenity realized , sweet joy the goal

Robert J. Lindley , 07-17-2014 

http://www.fws.gov/wapanocca/

Wapanocca NWR located 20 miles northwest of Memphis, Tennessee, 
in Crittenden County, Arkansas was established in 1961 to provided
habitat for migrating and wintering waterfowl. The refuge is located 
four miles west of the Mississippi River and protected from the river
 by the river levee. Prior to establishment of the refuge, it was the
 site of the Wapanocca Outing Club which was formed in 1886. This was
 one of the oldest and most prestigious hunting clubs. The club managed
 for waterfowl and most of the lake was set aside as a waterfowl 
sanctuary. 

Today the refuge literally stands as a wildlife oasis in an 
agricultural sea. An excellent diversity of habitat exists comprised
 on mainly agricultural land, bottomland hardwood forest, early stage
 reforested hardwoods, open water and flooded cypress/willow swamp. 
Thirty small field impoundments totaling 190 acres have been developed
 for waterfowl in the agricultural area. Because of its strategic 
location in the heart of the Mississippi Flyway and the diverse 
habitat, the refuge is a prime wintering area for migratory waterfowl 
and a major stopping place for migrating warblers. Bald eagles, great
 blue herons, great egrets and anhingas nest on the refuge.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beautiful Weed

Nothing more than a simple weed
As far as the flowers go
A bashful beauty from a windblown seed
Who catches the early show

Its beauty shines before the sun comes up
Admired by the moon
It paints the earth with beautiful colors
But leaving way too soon

It lives its life while tethered together
Like a chaingang on a vine
But one by one it starts to bloom
Before the sun can shine

For a flower that's not a flower at all
But enchanting to me indeed
There's nothing like the morning glory
The world's most beautiful weed


Details | I do not know? | |

Drops of Nature

From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.

Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.

This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane. 

Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.

What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.

Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant. 
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.


Details | Free verse | |

Hourglass of the Gods

Narrow halves of smooth cliff
split dry heavens,
and the asphalt’s abrupt termination
sends the casual river to slip contrast.

Fluttering cottonwood leaves speak to angels,
rising from majestic places of stone.
Pebbles plummet canyon crevices.
Evergreens break the borders of rock and sky.

Life arrows forth from barren boulders.
Sand will surrender its secrets,
to the pines communing on 
flaming walls of layered immenseness.

We glimpse the hourglass of Gods.
Canyons uplifted,
or a river melts,
but it lives before,
and travels beyond!


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall

Fall 
Falling, loosing solid footing of the solid ground, 
I look out of the window and see a tree.
It’s a marvelous sight to see, a rarity longing to be found.
It had a strong trunk with beautiful green leaves.

The days came and went as I would look upon it every day for inspiration.
One day I saw the leave changed to many different colors, from amber oranges to yellows and reds.
Yet it stood there with full aspirations.
I saw as the seasons took away its beauty, leaving it looking half dead.

I would pass by the window and see the tree in the mists of blizzards of snow,
The tree’s beauty was taken away and now it’s tortured by ice cold winds.
And yet it stands firm against the fury of winter that is bestowed.
It stands there unwavering, waiting for the end.

The months go by as the torture does its worst.
Until one morning, a leaf sprung out.
The days passed and more leaves appeared like a magical burst.
Tree kept its faith through the worst without any doubt. 

I came to realize there is much to learn from the beautiful tree.
Just because we fall, doesn’t mean we have lost. 
Like the tree when we are stripped of our beautiful achievements and successes me mustn’t flee.
Stand firm and fight through at all cost.

For the warmth of success will soon come and mend your heart that is broken.
Collect yourself and begin to spring forward and onward,
Because a fall doesn’t mean that it is the end,
But a beginning waiting to spring out. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Old Walking Stick

There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large patches of Blue Bells chat with clumps of Spring Violets,
As I stand wheezing the wonderful smells the dampness of wood and flowers give me air.

Lesser Celandine flowers between March and May heart shaped leaves a glistening yellow,
Now feeling a little better my head lifts the top of some large trees seem so far away,
The Cuckoo flower has leaves deeply toothed with spear stems, shows off all its beauty.
The kindle under my gentle walking cracks loudly so the meadow and trees know I am here. 

There is a second spring in the forest wooded meadow Snowy Mespilas with white flowers,
It reminds me of winter snow I once enjoyed these days my legs are not what they were,
The tree of heaven spreads climbing sixty feet and the Alder with soft purple catkins,
Leaning on a tree happy to be here with warm sun finding its way through high branches.
 
Hedgerows dress in the same vernal-looking hue and a Chipmunk darts across a small field,
The Chipmunk runs up the side of a nearby tree if he new me well he would not run away,  
Thick scented heather lives on the moorlands side by side with an evergreen Bog Rosemary,
A furry little face high up on a branch is watching me in the same way I am watching him.

A Judas tree with round leaves clusters of magenta, pea like flowers greet me this day,
I wonder why it is called the Judas tree is it the one Judas hung from with silver coins, 
Cornelian Cherry flowers at the end of winter, followed by richest bright orange fruits,
A Japanese Quince shows splashes of color they are so white, or salmon or very very pink.

Weigela a beautiful shrub will bell like flowers and a deep red rose brighten the woods,
Times getting on now and I am tired but standing in this beautiful meadow I feel so alive,
Doesn't matter how old or how well a person maybe that same natural beauty is seen by all,
So leaning heavily on my companion the hazel stick I walk back to my home it's a great day.


Details | Haiku | |

Eyes Of A Fawn

The eyes of a fawn
Deep abysses of wonder
Young ones joy is sweet.


Details | I do not know? | |

i returned to the sea

I can smell the wind in my face 
Salt air in my mouth-my skin
I become the other world I am in;
Walking against the breeze as it 
grows
But  nobody knows or gives two 
crows..
That's OK self conceit is in faded 
retreat.
Birds dive, their calls reaching my 
ears
An orange sphere eclipses all that is 
near
Blindingly bright~ on the edge of 
night
I walk west~sun setting as if in jest
I  smell lush salty wind invade my 
chest
I chase the reality to bask in 
finality...
I look at this beautiful place
A saving grace~what a beautiful 
face~
How I  distaste what's left of the 
race,
Leaving in its trace a waste..an 
infertile 
place. 
I feel salty air tickle  my  nose~
Feel the sand slip through my toes~
Walking against the ocean breeze
One last pose before god only 
knows;
I go to my knees, look out at the 
seas
Birds dives and weave, sit upon the 
trees.
I sit awhile and contemplate as I 
smile
At oceans edge I take in all that I 
hear
The orange sphere eclipsing all that 
is 
near
 I walk due west, sun setting as if in 
jest
Feet and mind  never stopping to 
think or 
rest
Quiet determination defeating loud 
lethargy
I slip into liquid effigy

Oops too late, I am not here to see
Dark vertigo becomes the wet indigo of me
The 
deep blue
sea.


Details | Haiku | |

Sakura's favourable conditions

Hannah under cloudy                                                                                                   pink tree petals drop like snow                                                                                     winter passed peace


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mr Spring has Arrived

Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops a snowdrop and a forget-me-not onto the cold ground
He had not taken two steps and these flowers have taken root and they begin to grow.

Wet winter aged bushes turned towards this young man he stops and they begin to dry,
Hawthorns nod in thanks and they show him a blanket made of beautiful white blossom,
Colors begin to show in crags by rushing rivers it is time for the heather to wake up,
The young man slowly turned around gray damp plants stood upright their colors bright.

Rabbits darted from their warrens scurrying looking and finding the Dianthus allwoodii,
Cock Pheasants run in circles as baby pheasants grow the proper plumage with their mums,
Frogs hop and croak in the long grass looking for mosquitoes and midges for breakfast,
Caterpillars slither along looking for foliage, plant stems and any unsuspecting flowers.

Moles wander around leaving scars across the meadows looking for earthworms and insects,
Red Spiders living on lower leaves, a Rhododendron bug a pest making the leaves go brown,
The Creeping Thistle is a tall weed it grows very quickly and has beautiful yellow flowers,
The Colts foot is outstanding with its flowering bright yellow head emerging in Springtime.

As he made his way across orchards glades and tiny little brooks the land burst into glory
Grey washed away and bright colors took their place and all turned to a brilliant beauty,
New buds on green trees creating a huge canvas ready for painting an incredible masterpiece,
Water in the brooks bubbled with joy and the birds sang young Mr Spring had returned again.


Details | Light Poetry | |

What A Way To Be

The Ama, the Snow Leopard and the Jaguar
This is An Urgent Appeal as the effects of these
 endangered Species are Sad and Real.
                                          
Think of how it feels for the poor dears for
someone to steel their beautiful fur coats,  
to make a profit which is cruel it  just proves
that evil now rules.

These Three kinds ofLeopards have become endangererd
species, can you not see the desperate state these
poor animals are in, we need to rescue them before it is too
late. 

Please They Cannot wait before they loose another one of
their mates.  The Ama-leoapard only 35 left in the world to survive
please help keep their hopes alive.

Please Change the lives of these Beautiful intelligent creatures it is unfair
what is happenening to them by these cruel hunters who attack like Leeches.
It has gone too far, please take a moment  to spare a thought for these brave 
creatures of this world that we hope to save, it is our last hope to help them to live 
and cope without our help they will blindly grope and not survive. 
Please Help TO Revive them and keep them in this world! 



Details | Free verse | |

SOUND OF SILENCE

Here Comes The West Wind
Refreshing the warmth air.
Leaving kisses behind, 
Sailing each a person to the dream land.
The night is so young,
To keep me at its guard a young knight.
Here borne it stillness, 
watching the grass dance and swirl to the blowing wind, 
welcoming the beauty of nature sing the sound of silence.


Details | Free verse | |

Pretty Little Singing Bird

Pretty little singing bird
Pretty as can be!
Singing, the sweetest melody
Serenading me
Pretty little singing bird
You make my heart sing!
Pretty little singing bird
Will you be my friend?
With my love of writing 
And your sweetest songs
We can make the world
A beautiful place
With our own personal, unique style
Pretty little singing bird
Don’t fly away!
Did I scare you?
Won’t you stay?
Be sure to tell your animal friends
To come visit me soon!
I love you
Pretty little singing bird
You are, my sweetest friend!


Details | Free verse | |

Seed Of Love

Tiny seeds germinate
Fresh roots sprout
New life is born!
The weeds come for free
As every beautiful rose
Has it's thorns!
Growing tall, against all odds
Growing towards the light
Laying our roots deep
Staying strong, yet flexible
We are a tree of life
Or the seed in the ground
We are 'one' of the same!


Details | Free verse | |

Fill out your emptiness inside

All people see is what they put in their minds 
And what they put on their heads is being controlled
But who cares? We are living in an imaginary world
An imaginary world that is totally created by others behind 

You don’t wear pants, you wear a Colcci
You don’t drink because you’re thirsty
You drink because the best always drinks Sprite
You don’t wear shoes, you wear a Nike

Why? Because you are the best
They say you are the best
So buy, buy and buy
Fill out your emptiness inside

Read their magazines,
And see what beauty is
Lip-gloss and lipstick
Pink, such fashion color, isn’t it?

You don’t need a bag, you need a Prada
A jewel is not beautiful if it’s not from Agatha
A perfume is only good when it’s Dolce & Gabbana
Real art is propaganda

Buy also Veroslim, 
And be forever thin
Feel the glamour and fashion reading Discovery Girls
See on their neck the American Pearls

Do you think those girls have looked at the mirror once? 
I tell you yes, and they still think they are fat
They also feel inside the absence
The same they make everyone have

It doesn’t matter if you are on the standard or not
If you agree with them, you are still one more idiot
With fashion, they just want you to feel worst
Because a Calvin Klein is expensive and the money to buy it you have not

Maybe then you look at the sky
And see the so much beautiful that’s behind
Maybe you notice the sunshine
And start seeing the world with other eyes

Then you might see how beautiful is the sunset and sunrise
See the clouds which are above
Or the stars in a limpid sky at night
It seems like they’re smiling to us

I want to show you the nature
Not as they present it, that you must save it buying things
But these things come also from industries 
If the industries pollute it, then how can you save it?

I want to show you the eagle flying above the mountain
I want to show you the ants doing they work
I want to show you the trees, not as paper raw material
But as home of many mushrooms, insects and various animals

There is so much beauty beyond what they show
It’s like opening the window
After a terrible nightmare during the whole night
And seeing the clarity outside

Maybe one day you’ll think about what I write
And open your eyes
To an amazing world that’s being left behind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ever After

Midnight beauty lunar rose,
Ivory wholesomeness as it grows
Bathed in moonlit glowing bliss,
Thriving on a luminscent kiss.

Shadows comes to destroy its splendor,
Shooting-starred petals fall in surrender,
Evil exudes with vengeful stings
Ivory rose hope eternally springs,

Raindrops from empathetic satin night,
Laundering sullied maliciousness white.
Wickedness vindictive evil laughter,
Purity's virtue promises ever-after.


Details | Rhyme | |

Along the Shore i Walked

Along the shore i walked
On this planet we call earth
This most beautiful place
Of my birth

Where the waves are so free
Like the winds and the breeze
The colours of nature
Come and go as they please

With starry skies above
And puffy pillow clouds
This vista of vistas
Makes you want to sing out loud

In our celestial skies
Our moon shines bright
This lunar magnet
Of glorious sight

Along the shore i walked
On this most beautiful of nights
As i admire all around me
Me, just a sprite




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-6.php


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Senryu | |

rainbow tail

amazing black bird
long rainbow tail and ode tongue
nature hands art view 


Details | Free verse | |

Truth Begins at the Corner

Remember to always make sure to bless the days that you are given, because they are few, and beauty only lasts so long! 
Hold tight my fair wonderer, your day will come. I will be with you again.
The lost soul of your childhood still roams the crevices of your forgotten past. 
The unrestrained faith in the wonders of the woods, the vastness of the cosmos, and the darkness of the night still lingers beneath the rough waters of maturity and age. 
Come with me again my friend and lose yourself in the joy of the unknown, the unplanned, and the chaos of a life on fire! I can take you there, if only you let go! 
Be with me, take part of me with you, and feel the self that we are. Perfect in spoiled admiration of instincts lost since the time I awoke without you.
The id consumes you with a savage passion, while the ego ever so gently licks the tears from your wounded breast. 
My mind strives to unbutton the layers of worldly impurities until I reach your core. Pure as the first light we accepted into our virginal eyes. 
Wrapped in body and blindness, our forms ached as we accepted this gift. As we unfolded into light, a passionate awakening of nature stirs the breath and frightens the senses, the initiation of spirit begins. 
I long to stay. The only I there is in this ephemeral abyss. I loathe all blessings bestowed upon my eye, but the light penetrates with ruthless contempt for all we have created, harshly illuminating the disparities of night and day, nature and nurture, love and death, you and I. 
I curse the light, and in desperation implore for the beginning to come to an end. For now I see you, and now I know…...you never were.  


Details | Haiku | |

K'omoks

K'ómoks

Mountains like haystacks—
Pearly hills stretching over
A nestled city

J.R. Dawson aka 'Yiska' © 2014 


Details | Free verse | |

Happiness is only real when shared

I fell in love with the way the sun weighed on my shoulders
while the sweet Alaskan air tore at my skin
I fell in love with the innocent song of birds and the quiet marching of ants
I fell in love with the serenity of the lakes, the mystic of the moon and the bright stars in the night sky
I fell in love with the intimidation and secrecy of the trees, the sharp caress of pine needles 
I fell in love with the gentleness of the snow, the purity of the way it veiled every branch
I fell in love with each every jagged rock, in all their density and seriousness
I fell in love with the powerful echo of my own exclamation
I fell in love with that beautiful bus, the most serene of shelters, the only thing that I will ever call home
I fell in love with the admirable coexistence of peaceful animals
I fell in love with the lush abundance of green and the organic beauty of dark soil
I fell in love with the wilderness, the untouched garden of Eden, the seductive charm of unadulterated nature, 
I fell madly in love with it all. 
But I fell in love alone. 
Perfection of this magnitude deserves to be known by every single man.
I made the mistake of over looking the fact
that happiness,
is only real when shared. 


Details | Free verse | |

Save the Words

Save the Words shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon there's time to change the train you're riding and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold because what's worth feeling is worth finding oh please save the words, just save the words a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and these days some don't know what to fight for when what is right today is wrong tomorrow and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others and these days we don't know what to fight for save the words, save the words place them in a golden basket of wheat and watch flowers burst forth wild and free from the golden serenity a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child the view of a bird is a beautiful scene two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo the world is the hand that feeds and one day we shall find the meaning in love so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning take solace in the peace radiating from your mind a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber save the words, save the words oh save the words, please save the words and united the world stands to revolve in gold on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic because with joy we can swing forth with the gift of a smiling world just save the words, save the words: understanding, acceptance, and tranquility


Details | Rhyme | |

Storms

            Storms

While standing alone along the cliff about my home
Waves stripping rocks to their bare black bones
Rocking nature to the core
Lifting winds along the way and much more
Fascination struck me with the power that it owns
Swirling everything that could be known or blown
Clinging to a nearby tree 
Storms racing with me and my heart with every beat
The ocean also wishes to claim a part of me
Nature gives permission to do such things
Vivid majesty, wondrous waves, lifted by the storm
Punctuated by the Lightening at my feet
Tumultuous undercurrents of nature at its best
It takes my breath and then it takes a rest

                                                            6/26/14 Storms contest
 


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Mr Spring has Arrived

Early in the year a young man walks with a stout Yew stick firmly on his shoulder,
Resting on damp grey stone looking all around watching the dicky birds and smiling,
Rising from the stone he drops a snowdrop and a forget-me-not onto the cold ground
He had not taken two steps and these flowers have taken root and they begin to grow.

Wet winter aged bushes turned towards this young man he stops and they begin to dry,
Hawthorns nod in thanks and they show him a blanket made of beautiful white blossom,
Colors begin to show in crags by rushing rivers it is time for the heather to wake up,
The young man slowly turned around gray damp plants stood upright their colors bright.

Rabbits darted from their warrens scurrying looking and finding the Dianthus allwoodii,
Cock Pheasants run in circles as baby pheasants grow the proper plumage with their mums,
Frogs hop and croak in the long grass looking for mosquitoes and midges for breakfast,
Caterpillars slither along looking for foliage, plant stems and any unsuspecting flowers.

Moles wander around leaving scars across the meadows looking for earthworms and insects,
Red Spiders living on lower leaves, a Rhododendron bug a pest making the leaves go brown,
The Creeping Thistle is a tall weed it grows very quickly and has beautiful yellow flowers,
The Colts foot is outstanding with its flowering bright yellow head emerging in Springtime.

As he made his way across orchards glades and tiny little brooks the land burst into glory
Grey washed away and bright colors took their place and all turned to a brilliant beauty,
New buds on green trees creating a huge canvas ready for painting an incredible masterpiece,
Water in the brooks bubbled with joy and the birds sang young Mr Spring had returned again.


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In Awe of Night

A verdant night 
consumes my eyes,
beyond is a light
in blackened skies 

portals opened
the unseen seen,
shooting comets
develop a dream

A violin cries
of the deepest dark,
winging my heart
sound found its mark

now in the darkness 
my apron of sorrow,
is thrown on the ground 
draped into tomorrow

I cant my face
up to the moon,
filling my heart 
it vibrates to croon

trees of the shade
move without form,
grass is curling 
this isn’t the norm

A lonely sparrow
rests on a pole,
through his eyes
I see pure soul

flickering leaves
move on the ground,
the air caresses
as it swirls around 

my drying mouth
moves without word,
lips start to speak
but nothing is heard

this magical eve
wrapped into my gaze,
and through my tears
is a beautiful haze 

night watchers at peace
are reclining on stars,
they are resting their feet
on the front steps of Mars

I close my eyes
to this spectacular sight,
and relaxing my body 
I fade out to white


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Storm

The calm waters edge
Splashes the shore,
The tranquil place,
The perfect place,
Anyone would want to be here.

The thoughts of family, friends
Anyone you wish to share this moment with,
Share this overwhelming feeling of joy swirling in your mind
This most amazing scene.

This picture displayed before your eyes
Makes you want to cry
The feeling of pride;
Pride, love for what is in front of your eyes.

This epic moment.

Sun shining on the sea
Creating an amazing contrast to the sky.
Below the sea lays,
Lay such unfathomable things.

As the sun slowly falls from the sky
You take time and realize
The feeling of being free.

When the sun’s light finally hides
You sit on the soft white sand
Pondering:
How can such a beautiful thing exist in this world of death?

The trees stir as the wind blows,
There is no more warmth of day,
Just the bright moons light
And the crisp air of night.

Close your eyes and relax.
Dream of the peaceful things,
You have seen.

Awake.
The same scene surrounds you
Yet without the same feeling of joy.

The suns clouded,
Its darkness making the ocean look grey,
What was once a nice day
Has been shown the side of decay.

The wind flows around
But with a different tone,
The gentle, reassuring breeze
Dead.

Something is wrong.

The soft, quiet ocean starts to turn tide
There is no sound.

Lightening crackles shattering the silence
Violent rain pounds the ground
And the ocean turns black,
The fury is coming.

Spin, turn, look for an escape
But no one is around;
Shut your eyes, drown out the noise
And think of that time.

That time...
The one with the nice breeze
And the clear sky
The one that made you cry;
Cry those tears of happiness and content.
The beautiful scene 
That beautiful time.
The one with not a care in sight
The one where stars where always shined bright
And the water was a beautiful sight,
Yes, yes, once upon a time...


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Looking ahead


 Ben Venue, what a

 view atop the mountain

 peak. Ain't it summat

 once you've reached the

 summit? Loch Katrine can

 be seen in all her beauty,

 looking supreme. A glistening

 sheen catching your eye as

 you look ahead. Pondering 

 what's into the vast yonder

 and beyond.


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Outside

There I sit on my chair just looking outside, wondering what I can do with my life. I can
just sit there just doing nothing or get up and do something with my life. I noticed I
wanted to get up and start walking out side. I walk a long time looking at god creatures
and the beautiful land he made just thinking. I can be anything I put my mind to. I go and
walk some more, to find myself somewhere different. Where am I? Did I get myself lost I
walk so far from home, do I go left or go right. OH no what so I do.  I tell myself it’s
going to be fine. I just love walking here in this nature and listing to all the birds. I
know that I can walk my way home if I just listen and look, I can feel the right way home
with all my help with gods beautiful creatures.


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Owls Night

                    Owls Night 

Masculine owl, brown metallic feathers, heavy winged
Sores the twilight ozone meadow
Traverses over waterways and banks of laden grass
Transforms, as from a trance, into the hunter
Haunting hoot tu-who sounds alert 
Between the silent grays of total black
Eclipsed and thunderous flap on flight ignites the hunt
Gliding, guided by precision giant eyes of wondrous yellow  
Gaining on the shadow of the mouse within its grasp
Scrambling to escape
Owl changes shape before attacking
Preys before he merges on this species
The specimen does not go unnoticed by another winged creature
A female owl of white, who feels an urge to flee, takes flight
Swoops down, takes the rodent in, before departing
No thinking on the wing and wind
No time to contemplate
Brown owl feels smarter than all that, a regular intellect, yet
Hovering up above, without his meal, there is regret
Mr. and Mrs. Owl will sort things out together 
Not in the nest or dead of night on meadows bog
But over dinner, consisting of the memory of mouse, no doubt


                    Created on 8/04/14 for Night Owl – Poetry contest


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Revealing Nature's Mask

Leaves slowly passing,

       now frozen in midair;

      the moment-like for time-is gasping,

     but the branches not left bare.

 

This fall-

it seems so magical,

supernatural;

nature shows itself-

a willingness quite admirable.

 

Revealing the beauty-

nature has long been masking,

the wind-beneath my feet-is rambling-

my attention, it is demanding.

 

So I take the time to listen-

while in the midst, of a sight so enchanting;

for I believe the message is sufficient-

and the questions are still worth asking.

 


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Primrose Blossom

A sapling restrained from its dirt prison
Wanting to sail across the vast seas
Yearning for liberation

Rain brew in the mighty sky
The little sapling endured valiantly
The sporadic growth of the sapling now on tie

Tempest devoured by the radiant sun
Absorbing nutrients from the sun’s jubilance
The days till maturity became none

The petals of the primrose began to blossom
A majestic scent pervaded the boundless air
The options veered from lean to awesome

Spain, Germany, Belgium, and France
Foreign mountains, towers, and customs
Now in sight from the blossom dance


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Fall Into Nature's wonders

Walking to a path of red leaf trees,
while having the sun light shines right above me,
sitting in a boat riding down the stream,
an the wind blowing orange and yellow leaves circling around me,
swirling in it like having a daydream.

Everything so bright an yet so clear,
enjoying a day,
with no complaints,
no worries,
no nightmares or fears.
Standing by a lake at night,
watching two swans,
bringing out their wings together
as beautiful as the full moon at midnight.

the swans stared dancing on the lake,
with such passion,
like two lovers holding each other with such grace.
In the end, they start putting their beaks together like a bond,
revealing their symbol of love,
showing me the size of their heart,
a heart so big you can't tear apart.

going back to sleep,
sleeping upon a day that was beyond belief,
and it all started on the first day of Fall,
a season that represent change,
on a day of trees of red leaves
recognize nature's beauty
recognize it all.



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Forget The Chores

I peek out my window,
The sun shining bright, 
Flowers and a rainbow, 
They smell just right. 

The blue birds are singing
Their beautiful song, 
The robins decided, 
To sing along. 

Azaleas fill my lawn, 
They are everywhere, 
Lilies just beyond, 
Cant you see them over there.
 
What a beautiful spring day,
So nice to be outdoors, 
The children at play, 
Forget all the chores.


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Leaf Tear And Kiss

            Leaf Tear And Kiss

Atop the oak tree with green leaf on the overlook 
Red sun hung up there with it on the cliff
A valley held out, cupped its hand, waited
On a tiny leaf like tear
It broke off to sojourn down
Lovers pointed up to see the floating green transform
Turn its colors into a kiss
Bright colors released into their souls
Leaf brushed like a feather on their cheeks
A kiss just below the eyes 
Changed before them as it faded
From green to multicolored to brown
Dropped before it landed like a sweet kiss on the mouth
It touched their lips, transformed them on the spot
Kissed them once again just above the earth
As they soured on
Into October bliss


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The beautiful mountain valley

The beautiful mountain valley....... 

The mountain valley is the place of nature's gift
Through out the season it shower with beautiful nature
When you stand in between the mountain valley
You feel that the heaven blesses you dearly
You feel that the greenery hug you tightly 
You feel that the cool breeze touches you tenderly
You see that the water falls roll over violently
You see that the trees dance to the tune of wind smoothly
You hear that the birds sing nature choir happily
You watch that the animals walk freely
When the nature open its heart widely
It gives everyone a chance to be with nature closely.


Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam 
 


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Comet Punctuation - Haiku

     Comet Punctuation - Haiku

murky water, still
jungle web vegetates silk
comet punctures pond


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Waterfall

A wonderful site to be seen in water oh so grand
As crystal clear comes crashing down,  on the rocky waterland
A mist is splattered over all that are near this beautiful site
As they witness the spectacular waterfalls,  beauty and its might

The crystal blue wonder that pounds down on the rocks 
It often seems to do a dance, then it starts to mock
The natural flow of water now plundering with such force
To let us know the might of this Waterfall on its course

So breathtaking, sitting there,  watching the glorious show
Of nature and the water, combining all they know
It speaks to nature just to say I'm here to help you thrive 
All of Gods creations, I'll continue to keep you alive

Replenishing the waterhole with its beautiful display
To give a thirsty animal,  a drink along the way
God gave this wondrous waterfall the ability to plunder 
Down into the waterhole, to combine with natures wonder

So sit and watch this waterfall,  enjoy the feeling inside
While witnessing the glorious show, thrashing down with pride
Let its beauty fill your heart with knowledge, peace and truth 
Now knowing that the waterfall kept nature in its youth!
 


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LURED BY THE SERPENT'S ASTUTENESS

Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?


Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.


Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.


Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, 
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,  
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.


Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.


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The dark forest

Crossroads. So many of them, but which one leads me to the right path? Will I wander down the dark one and be entangled within the forest or will I walk down the right path and find an unimaginably beautiful meadow? Or do I really want the right path, with the unimaginably beautiful meadow? Perhaps I want to take a gander at life and play it risky, as I entangle myself farther and farther into that deep, dark forest. Maybe at the end, I will find the most glisteningly, beautifully, unimaginable meadow. Maybe I will enjoy discovering and unraveling all the most beautiful mysteries in this deep, dark forest. Maybe I will dance with the wind and wander down the most eerily, yet beautiful path of all. Or maybe, the meadow back there is a fake and this is my true path to take.


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Evening Well Spent

Where did you fly off too bird,
the trees where your babies live?
New camera was out of focus,
but I heard the squawking loud enough.
Mother came out ringing the dinner bell;
did she know of the crimson sunset?
With the sound of birds in my ears,
I ran to the rice bowls, hot and ready.
Chopsticks in her hands - she first asked
how I fared in my adventures.
The birds were quiet, the sunset now violet;
I ate it all, but was still hungry for the woods outside.


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One Little Butterfly -part 2-

Coming down my way, I let the leaf fall onto my palm As little tingles of warmth console my shivers It lands as the others fall to the ground Some pass me—others sink around in submission My fingers gently wrap around the fragile thing Afraid that the wind may pull it away As I familiarize with the touch and gaze upon its design, I begin to realize this treasure is not a leaf at all Though it had befriended the tree far before the ghosts of seasoned bliss And now the tree yearns for her again—an obliging host Yearning for that one little butterfly wing, falling with the leaves Caught in the warmth of life that soon will freeze For they had to move on…it was their choice to leave Just as the butterflies migrated toward the warmth My friends—my strangers…have gone away One little butterfly stayed behind Left alone to face the brink of autumn’s glare Sorely soothed by the embracing despair Always different than the rest—beyond compare One little butterfly stayed on the tree And one wing fell on me Though cold, alone, and dead Together be


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ME AND A ROSE

in one hill station,
on a cloudy evening,
in a beautiful flowery park,
i was waiting for my dear.
i'm the lonely one in the park.
but i had a companion.
my companion is a yellow rose.
rose looked bright and i looked dull.
because, my dear was not near me.
he/she resides inside my heart.
but now not in front of my eyes.
my eyes was searching for him/her.
in distance he/she came.
by seeing him/her i became energetic.
that time rose felt jealous on me.
not by seeing my face brightness.
but by seeing the depth of my love.
many poets and artists use only rose for comparison.
beauty means that lies in rose. 
rose is a symbol of love.
but in one second, my dear made that rose to feel jealous on me.
love gave me that energy.
not only because of love, its because of my dear.
that rose's jealous is the depth of my love.
he/she fallen in my love.
that depth wot allow him/her to go out of that.
it will take him/her to the high position.
it will gain him/her name and fame.
that is the power of my love


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The Sky, What A Beautiful Thing

In the daytime sky,
singing birds fly and flutter their wings,
as their feathers shimmer in the shining sunlight.
The leaves of the treetops that grow from the branches,
reach for the warmth of the bright sun rays.
Flowers with petals so delicate and stems so long,
rise above the grass to show their beautiful faces.
Floating throughout that endless blue sky,
white clouds run with the wind.
And maybe if the rain has left in time,
a rainbow is ready to show its colors to the world.
In the nighttime sky,
a large handful of sparkles appear,
these stars thrown onto endless darkness.
The blue sky turned to deep blackness,
one shining light of the night keeping the shadows away.
With the twinkling stars of the dark sky,
the moon, like a spotlight on a black lake,
brightens the places where shadows hide.
While the stars and moon watch from their world above,
everyone and everything below,
goes to sleep, safe for the night.
The sky, what a beautiful thing.


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id like too

before I pass through the moon and stars, I would like too have a family in the woods, by a creek hearing birds chirping as they stay in the trees I'll tell my children that there talking bout you, when the night comes we will count all the stars see how full the sky is and pray for a shooting star when you go to bed I'll stir up some hot chocolate and surprise them in their room, how great it is to have these things when your fast asleep in peace.


Raymond Geisel- id like too


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I Saw The Bluebirds

I Saw The Bluebirds 

I saw the bluebirds flying into love
nesting in those trees high above
The owls were hiding in the same tree
awaiting night to fly about so free!

The woodpecker was pecking, pecking away
was he happy, who can ever say?
The mockingbird was just singing loud
knew it's beautiful calls, so very proud!

The blackbirds flew in as a big flock
giving the other birds quite a shock
The crow cautiously flew to another spot
one far more calm and not so very hot!

The robins stayed low in the green brush
slipped about so silently in a low hush
I saw the bluebirds quietly watching it all
sitting on that nest for the very long haul!

R.J. Lindley
O5, 16, 1979

This from long ago. I once visited those woods weekly.
Went there for solitude and to enjoy the sheer beauty 
that Nature so bountifully offered!
Those beautiful woods were cut down in the mid 90's..
So many beautiful spots destroyed forever. Such old growth
 forests take several hundred years to regenerate. And even 
then can not reproduce what Nature had created in tens of
 thousands!


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Lillies

I noticed that
 even in death
 lilies held beauty,
 arched to one side,
 white petals
 glistened in the light

There were poems
 in their drooping folds.
 I reached into a void.
 They cascaded
 onto my fingers,
 draping velum
 across my hands.

Words seeped
 into my skin
 filling my veins,
 they flooded my form.
 A thousand sighs of awe
 fell from my lips.

In wonder I wandered
 fretless into a
 glowing night,
 a flush of bumps
 migrate over my body
 I shivered anticipation.

Cool summer air
 brushed my face
 as I turned
 to a bright sky
 whose full glowing disc
 haunted my eyes
 with flickering glory

I closed my eyelids
 as I found the poems
 suddenly lodged
 in my throat.
 They spilled
 from my mouth
 and gushed
 over a silent
 empty field.

I stood still
 for moments,
 maybe hours,
 eyes shut,
 lips moving,
 mind unpeeling.

Opening my eyes
 in the witching hour
 I had finally
 become free of words
 and in astonishment
 discovered that
 even in death
 lilies had found
 lustre in the
 long grass.

Through me
 they had floated free
 into another blush
 inspiring the hopeless
 with the gift
 of a night in word.

Now eternally flowering
 they will forever
 curl their leaves
 within my rhyme.


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Winter Miracle

The snow falls gently down,
In lazy sheets of white,
I watch it fall for hours,
Dancing in the breeze,
Covering up the dirty ground,
Stealthily in the night,
These tiny, crystalline flowers,
Forming awesome seas.

Seas, made of wind and ice
Swirling, tugging at my mind,
Each flake is part of a breaker,
Of a sea nearly mythical,
And I realize why they can’t suffice,
These words I so often find,
For to put words to nature,
Is to make less of a miracle


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Enlightenment

It is seeing the stars

in the light of the Sun

in the daytime


It is hearing the heartbeat

of a rose as it blossoms

in the spring


It is smelling the scent

of love in a desert

which has no sign of a bird

in the grave-silent sky


It is speaking a similar language

with butterfly-fish and dolphins

as you explore the enchanted floors

of an ocean in the tropics


It is being at One with everything

that is around you in your soul,

making you to be part of the fabric

of the Universe


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Australian coalas

The tree top dwellers,
Inhabit eucalypt woods
Utmost innocence.


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Untraveled Wilderness

I wonder what’s on that untraveled path
It looks detached from the human race
That mud-spattered trail has no footsteps
I wonder if it was ever taken by anyone
A shepherd and his sheep, a mule skinner perhaps
The shrubbery on this way are yearning for human touch
I stand at a distance to see where it takes
I stand to see this barren region and one dying lake
It leads to the mountain of fairies, people say
Then why we don’t ever go this way
It is cursed and so are the mountains, they say
I wonder what is more blessed and motherly than the mountains
I wonder who will first traverse this trail, and take away its pain
I wonder who will first leave a trace of footsteps on this secluded course
I've seen countless paths forsaken; countless forlorn roads


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At One with Nature

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it’s a new spring everything is awake. 


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Under That Willow Tree

I'm walking through a beautiful meadow,
The long, tall grass has a tint of yellow.
In the middle, there's a hill,
Should I climb it? I think I will.
On the top sits a willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
I rest up against the trunk,
Suddenly I hear a "PLUNK!"
I look up to see a squirrel's nest,
It looks like quite a mess.
Winter will be here soon,
He's gathering all his food.
I picked up the nut that fell,
It was shaped like a bell.
I put it on a branch in the tree,
The squirrel brought it right back to me.
I held my hand out,
He crawled into it without a doubt.
He wasn't scared of me,
So I named him BraveLee.
We sat together under that willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
Then suddenly, a Monarch Butterfly appeared,
Fluttering around without a fear.
She landed on a luscious flower,
Pulling with all her power.
Suddenly, it came out of the ground,
To the earth, it was no longer bound.
The beautiful butterfly flew it over to me,
Laying it in my lap gracefully.
She landed on my knee,
So I named her Heavenly.
The three of us sat there under that willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
Then a cool breeze blew by graciously,
The three of us enjoyed it patiently.
Then BraveLee climbed up into his nest,
And Heavenly flew away into the west.
I sat there awhile yet,
Happy that we met.
I started smiling under that willow tree,
Wondering if they'll come back tomorrow to see me.
I'll give them a gift then,
Making us Forever Friends.
I started walking away from that willow tree,
It's branches still hanging peacefully.
Hoping tomorrow my friends will be back,
We found a peaceful place we all can relax.
The sun was starting to set.
So, off to home I went.


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My Mountain Hike

The view is overwhelming, such beauty, while so meek
Through the trees I see  astounding snow capped peaks
The different levels of wonder, gloriously grand
Seeing the spectacular Mountain, proudly as it stands

Tall tress all around , fresh pine I smell
A deep breath I take, peace within me dwells
Pondering which way to continue natures hike
To reach the pointed summit, the Mountains delight

Continuing my climb over rocky terrain
Air getting thinner, more excitement I gain
Above my site high in the cloudy sky
An eagle spreads his winds, while echoing his cry

Howling is heard, a proud grey wolf appears
Glaring eyes upon my own I shiver as he nears
Frozen in place  he walks past, eyes still a glare
He disappears into the trees he growled with a dare

My journey continues as I come closer to  the top
So beautiful and breathless I surely had  to stop
I sat upon a log to gaze at a beautiful fawn
Drinking from a crystal  lake, playing on natures lawn

Finally, top of the mountain, I have reached my destination
Relaxed as I view Gods’ beautiful creations
I lay back, close my eyes, in my peaceful serene place
Where nature calms your heart, God will touch your face!



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Chrysanthemums Birth

Chrysanthemums Birth 

Seeds fill orgies needs                   
Lay numb, pregnant on the fields    
Chrysanthemums bloom  


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Spring

Winter, Spring,
Summer, Fall
Which one of these seasons
say it all?

It's all about the birds
It's all about the bees
It's all about the flowers
and all about the trees.

God made Spring
for many reasons.
Because of Spring
this is the season.....

We wake up to cool weather
on a beautiful Spring morning.
All of a sudden there's rain
it seems without any warning.

The flowers are beautiful
as they began to bloom.
The pollen fills the air
sometimes a little bit too soon.

The grass begins to grow
as Easter time draws near.
Look at all the clovers,
again only this time of year.

Many plant their gardens
for the freshest food to eat.
The garden tends to grow good food
whil the rain, soil and sun compete.

So see, things work hand in hand
and happen for a reason.
That's why Spring
ends up being a beautiful season !


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Reminiscences

A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place , 
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!


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Chestnuts For Fall

One day I visited the park with my family.
We ate some PBJs and various other sandwiches. 
I decided to walk off with my journal to study the various hues of leaves.
Trees of gold, scarlet, and bright titian surround me. 
There, through the mosaic of colour, I see a special tree. 

A chestnut tree. 
Tall, majestic, and surrounded by dozens of burgundy buck eyes.

A beautiful display, indeed.
I retrieved one of the nuts, examining it.
Waves and bands of rich auburn and enticing garnet.
A spot of creamy alabaster. 

Chestnuts, the most beautiful nut I have yet seen. 
I collect 25, 
because I just love to look, 
At those beautiful chestnuts.


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THE CLOSEST COMPARISON

A cherub with a rosy face
and plenty of curly hair
that the breeze loved to lull,
more than the daises so fair;
and that was the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!


The youngest dreamer ever to be born
with eyes as bright and lively as stars,
such were his to take imagination
beyond every possible dimension;
and such was the closest comparison...
to see himself as the beautiful child he once was!


He grew up too fast with an instinct
that was immensely blessed;  so keen,
privileged and gallant seemed that fearless
kid not to be able to earn one's keep,
to make perfection the closest comparison...
to the beautiful child he once was!


The shady paths covered by the swanky pine trees,
were as dusty as any country road which needed rain,
and it came without ever wishing for it;  and he welcomed 
it by getting wet, to lose himself in its gentle peace;
and what other closest comparison would he have made?...
If not that of the beautiful child he once was without worry and pain!   


Entered in Deborah Guzzi's poetry contest


Copyright 2009  by Andrew Crisci


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Moon

Glimpsing through the clouds
On a sultry night’s stillness
Suspended in the midst of the world
Softly breathing
Bathing under the night sky
Ruling the stars surrounding her
Stretching out her silver fingers	
Caring for the shadows below


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hilltop so lovely haiku

hilltop so lovely
a cool breeze blows at its peak
enhancing the view


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Oregon

can I report on a story
tell a tale of thy hills
relate to a beautiful river
help you imagine the green fields

This is Bob Blankinship reporting
to you live in the lush mountains 
of one of the most beautiful places in
the world , the beautiful state of
Oregon. I believe that poet Rick Parise
has capture the serene beauty of this 
breathe taking wonderland with
a simple but beautiful poem entitled
"Pure Life" This is how it goes,
_______________________________________________

onward through the hills of a pleasant dream
I push forward to reach the waters of a pulsing love
surrounded in great vastness air so crisp and visions alive
I knee at the waters edge to sip pure life...
_______________________________________________
Words cannot describe the beauty here in Oregon
If you want to experience this beauty for yourself , just jump in the car take a ride of your life , "pure life" that is !!
Bill Blankinship reporting , blessings to all , goodnight!



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unexpected hummingbird encounter haiku

hummingbird checks me out
and then goes about its way
defining nature....


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Freedom

This is your time, Do you see that this is your time? 
The rain has united with the sun and  when it falls it shall bring water to the Earth.  
The sun will cast  colors as the rain falls.  
The beauty that will be seen, will be across the sky. 
Seems that the Birds would taste the sprinkles of the water, 
as they pass the bright colors of the bow that is placed in the sky. 
This is your time to shine.  
The sky will unite with clouds, and cause an beautiful array, of whiteness, for all to see. 
This is your time, to stand and be free. 
The wind has united with the gentle breeze, this will cause the mixing of aroma that will ride along the gentle breeze. 
The smell so free and sweet. 
Twirl and swirl upon the warm breeze.
This is your time to breath. The air will be sweet, and damp. 
This is your time, to dance.
The Earth will cause music to flow through the trees, 
Can you hear the sound? Listen to all that is clean and new.  
The uniting of nature, that is so crisp, it is safe here.
You will only be seen through the glass covered sky, Seen by his eye.
This is your time, Twirl, and dance, feel the earth between you toes. Twirl, sweetness.
Let, the woes, diminish. You are so beautiful here. So very lovely.
This is you, this is forever. You are united here, with your creator.
He can hear you without speaking. This is your time to smile.
This is your time to become who the Lord wants you to become.
Quietness, will fill your being, united. Peaceful and still. Let the wind 
Blow  through you. This is your time, So lovely so pure.
  SarahL. Bowman


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Looking Across Windermere

The waters sparkle in the sun
as the breeze lifts across the lake
the yachts settle in their berth
looking out as it stands abrake

The skies show its beauty
in the morn revealing pastel blue
as waters show it's stillness
to be as creation intended so true

The ducks sail through the waters
creating more than a little wave
birds fly in the horizon
such loveliness one needs to save

Looking high up to the hills
shows the greenery of it's landscape
words can't describe such a picture
your eyes are bewildered by it's shape

The trees across the lake
fills your view with such splendour
completes the full picture you see
summing up the creator's perfect agenda

The agenda makes all things perfect
in the eternal God's appropriate time
showing His perfect sovereign control
making all things beautifully sublime


AUTHOR NOTES: Just some thoughts on a weekend stay on Lake Windermere on England's lake district a few weeks ago waking up from my bedroom window looking across the lake.


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When the leafs leave and lay

I wish I could hear the trickles and the tears from these leaves till they lose color. Loosening, only to float down or travel on the sky expressthe breath of mother-earth. Guiding you to their next rebirth and as they lay and it feel its decay trickling once again. Down swords of green sinking, linking against the depth of ground collided and bonded. Next, responded cradling a new growth. From then leaves took an oath to be patient be free. Accept fate, and to just be..
8/4/14


Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


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Mother Nature

Mother Nature

The force of Mother Nature 
Has the power of a god
She shelters us with peace 
Or can throw us into a savage storm
Depending upon her mood

Mother Natures' heart extends to only nature
Not to us arrogant mortals
Though we do not comprehend
We abuse her resources 
And never respect her gifts

But when all is said and done
Mother Nature who came before us 
Will remain an extension of heaven
And will live immortally 
For Mother Nature has the power of a god

© Copyright 2014 Theresa Ann Casten. All rights reserved.


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Oh what a lovely winter morning

Oh what a lovely winter morning out today.
The sun rising high over the rooftops
and bare tree branches,
the sunshine reflects on the glistening snow
and creates a diamond sparkle and glaze.
As the chilling morning breeze moves in from the East,
the sun warms my face,
as I bundle up warm and go for
a lovely morning walk,
oh yes, what a lovely winter morning it is.

.2.13.2014.


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Lot 47,Eagle Canyon

By Robielynn Collins 

 What a gorgous morning, 
I'll have to say, 
a wonderful start, 
to a beautiful day, 
with the sky so blue, 
and the glistening snow, 
with it's shades of hue, 
it may be only 20 degrees, 
but the spectacular view, 
will surely please, 
with the thundering rockies, 
and enormous pines, 
and the wild animals, 
of every kind, 
Craig, Montana, 
can steal your heart, 
you'll realize it, 
from the very start.. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Discarded grief

Look at this leaf.

Where did it come from?

Stuck in a mud, like a

discarded grief from a weeping willow.

I like its shape.

Follows my hand. Pair it

in two and you can make a glove

or a puppet doll that says “I love you!”

It’s full of wavy hurdles,

a caterpillar’s slalom track.

Can be frozen, curled or wet,

wears all season’s colors like a traffic light.

Enjoys to float, especially in waters of Hoogvliet

rushes to meet other leaves,

while gives a ride to marsh fleas.

Once it went disguised,

I couldn't recognize it.

Dressed in the lost feathers of

floating white hearts and undived “quack, quack”

pretends to be a Sioux Holy Man.

It may come in different sounds too.

Like a bandmaster, it orchestrates winter winds in dramatic

symphonies.

Or, when a thickening fog occupies city parks

still dark and tainted from night,

you hear a crunchy, cranky sound as it get’s

crushed under lover’s heels or

sporadic brave joggers,

in short sleeves.

Dissipated in the air

it’ll wait for its turn,

to blossom proudly again and stare

how spring Sun in the west burns.

Hey little leaf

you would like to crawl into my pocket

like a sneaky thief?

I’m lonely too,

keep me company

in my autumn view.


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Goeths Path

I walk across the brazen forest all aglow Leaving the bustle of a noisy back lane street To watch God’s nature bloom from down below Bemused and finely glad I didn’t rave defeat I play a piccolo and write with brand new quill Then sing a summer song in reminiscing way I perch my heart on silent path & grow real still Inclined to hear the truth I swift begin to pray The road I trod is filled with loving creatures They know God’s trail of crumbs is never obsolete Such trust from small to large, agreeing I procure This valiant heart of mine, refined as wheat July 7, 2014


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FIRE -The Red Hot Flame

Fire, the multifaceted substance being 
You are Ugly, Bad, Beautiful and Good 
In your Ugliness there is still beauty 
In your beauty there is also ugliness 
You bring out bad from your Goodness 
You also bring good from bad nature. 

When you are good you are on fire 
When you love your heart is fired-up 
When you hurt your heart is burning 
When you are beautiful you are hot 
Some Ugly girls spark the fire of love 
Some beautiful girls can't kindle the fire. 

With fire a beautiful edifice is made Ugly 
With fire the Ugly ashes spring fort beauty 
With fire an Ugly nugget becomes beautiful gem 
With fire a Chef turns out wonderful gourmet 
With fire darkness is given light and vision 
With fire the dead of night is brought to life.


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Spring Time

I love the spring and what it brings
when the warm sunshine brings the 
flowers scampering through the ground
in such beautiful colors it can take your breath away

And watching the trees bursting forth with 
their leaves in a million different shapes
and the grass comes out to feel the warm sun
of  the first days of spring

And the rain softly touching each rose petal 
and every blade of grass with such tender love
that they lift  their smiling faces in harmony
and silently say

Thank you heavenly Father for letting us be
a part of your beautiful creation


Details | Haiku | |

Multispecies Pride

A strutting peacock
Father watching her first steps
Universal pride


Details | Light Poetry | |

Trinbago massive

Trinbago massive


A lady in America asking me
To tell her something bout Trinidad
She planning a vacation soon
And want to go there real bad

She wants to hear everything
About the culture and the foods
Steel pan and calypso 
And the people attitudes

So I thinking where to start from
She might have me talking all day
Because trying to describe Trinidad
There are so many things to say

We have a lot of beautiful beaches
  Miss universe and miss world
And in Olympics 100 meters
Hasley Crawford wins the gold

We are the smallest nations
To reach the finals in a world cup
And we going back again soon
To beat the other teams on top

We had the sugar factory
In usine ste Madeleine 
But it not there no more
 Because of Patrick manning

We famous for we bake and shark
Doubles, roti and red solo
And the most beautiful girls in the world
You will find in Trinidad and Tobago

And we have a lot of saga boys
They write the book on women
So when you go down there
Prepare to hear some sweet talk from them

 And when it comes to work
Ten o clock you walking out the gate
 Because you don’t have to worry 
In Trinidad you are never late

And when is carnival day
Is the best costume to be seen?
And by the next morning
The whole place already clean

And if you go to the beach
They have beers and food in their van
And every one calling you for some
That is a true Trinidadian

And you must go on Corinth junction
Naz cuisine is the best in south
After you taste their food
It’s all you will be talking bout

We known for the botanical garden
And bird watching in Caroni
And must see the bat caves
On the island of gasparee

The scarlet ibis and humming bird
The Pitch Lake and cocrico
And in devils wood yard 
We have a small volcano

From Port of Spain to San Fernando
It’s a land of beauty
From san francique all up to taco
We have so much of history

Lord Kitchener and David rudder
Crazy and the mighty sparrow
Gypsy, baron and Denyse Plummer
Lord Nelson, Maestro, and the shadow

Ravi b and his sister nisha
Sundar popo, the hit man and rikki jai
Rasika, ramrajie, Kamela & Destiny
Anand yankarran and drupatee ramgoonie

These are some of our heroes
Some are here and some have past
But they all represents Trinidad 
With dignity and real class

So she told me to keep on talking
I said lady must work to live 
Just go down to Trinidad and Tobago
And enjoy your self because trinbago massive


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Bio luminescence

My mind boggles up with awe,
as I gaze at amazing light before me;
a light that not only inspires me with art
and poetry, but also cravings for the gate
of heaven.

Beautiful creatures float all around the blue
background,
like giant fireflies with a white glow.

Since we are of different worlds,
the only thing I can just do is to gaze at a piece
of divinity, for if I get into the divinity,
I will have to die, my body finally
becoming part of the heavenly glimpse.

For I want to see the people who are very
dear to me once again,
I will just sit on the edge of the boat,
and gaze at jellyfish, as they light
up the ocean,
in a clear, night sky.

Indeed, God made bio luminescence
to be like a reflection of heaven!


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lingual love language

In the lover's tongue's
they call them romantic 
languages for their own sake

Escucho tu susurro amor
I hear your love whisper

Her Spanish tongue trills,
a lingual click on her
ivory teeth reminiscent of
glossy blanco castanets

Her billowing blouse, a hint 
of hiding romance underneath.
Colorful skirt flows, just - 
just like her sensuous legs below

Sento il tuo soffio d'amore
I hear your love murmur

Dark-haired Italian woman
arms raised to Tuscan air
fingers together in emphasis
tells of passionate effort

to make herself known to
her lover - il suo amante

Je sens votre amour dans mon coeur
I feel your love in my heart

Young blond from Avignon says
as she sits graciously 
at the small table
off the Rue Carnot
fingering her necklace
and looking at, you.
How could you not feel that
love is in the air?
Of course you do...
it's soon to be spring,
isn't it?

love grows - amor crece - amore cresce - amour grandit

© Goode Guy 2013-02-22


Details | I do not know? | |

Fall - Linked

 
(Linked) Fall is amazing F Amazing and nice A Nice to see trees L Trees just changing L Changing take place I Place this season S Season of changes A Changes everywhere M Everywhere we see A See weather start Z Start to get cool I Cool outside home N Home warm in fall G Fall is amazing Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 09.17.2014 Link is poetry form created by Erich J.Goller


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Deer

Deer
Deer running through the forest,
As graceful as can be,
Her white tail in the air,
Saying "I know you're there",
As majestic as this beast could be,
It will be in great agony,
For the motorized beast has caught it.


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Lone Wolf

The glint of spangled fur
Dark figure on a mount
Prancing in one spot, languishing
Lone wolf
Howling at the moon
Finding comfort in its crystal breathe


Details | Lyric | |

Our World

The world is a beautiful place.
How can people just destroy it.
If it weren't for God,
the world wouldn't be here.
We wouldn't be here.
It just tries to live.
We try to live.
All of this is not an accident.
We do things on purpose.
Sometimes we know it.
Sometimes we don't.
Please, the world is a beautiful place.
Let us try and heal it.
Instead of destroy it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sweet Do Nothing

Nymphs float lazily in the still water of the fountain
Frog less lily pads found in their beds. There is silence
In the garden, a sleepy calm passing through everything.
Above the rimmed water, lips of fish speak nothing evil,
Nothing pure trickles from the mouth of the mosaic.
The girl, her back to mouth and lips, is none the wiser.
Her eyes smile, as she lay her head down among the wolves
Their pelts a heady mixture of honey and vinegar in the garden
Half- verdant, golden brilliance. The sun watches her as she gazes,
Calmly and sweet in the garden on top of mustard and green.
Swathed in peaches and mangoes. Tired from too much play.
On the ground in front of her lay dead peacock feathers.
The rushes wait behind the marble ring, a silent chorus.
The finale is coming. They wait for her eyes to close,
Shutting off the princess' glory fro garden 'round.


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By the Water's Edge

I sit by the waters edge
Sitting on the border of a concrete ledge
Surrounded by miss-shaped rocks
Formed by the years of repeated water knocks

I throw a line in the water
As a man sits next to me with his son and daughter
On my line I get a bite
The bait disappears with little fight

I reel back in and rebait the rod
And throw back out for the battle with the cod
Suddenly I see a school of fish
Hoping for every fisherman’s wish
I recast trying to get the biggest and weightiest fish

I see a cormorant tangled up sitting on a pylon
Wrapped around his beak is plastic or nylon  
I get up to aid the injured bird
But it fly’s away as soon as my footsteps are heard

I go back to my battle with the underwater beast
Still confident my patience will result in a feast
The clouds come over and it begins to rain
This just exacerbates my frustration and pain

All of my attempts have so far been in vain 
But still I sit but wonder if I am still sane
The rain begins to clear
Perhaps now the fish will appear
I can see a rainbow in the distance
My mind wonders despite my resistance

I try to focus on what I want to achieve
I quickly realise that it’s the bounty of fish I want to receive
It’s hard to fish with so many natural attractions
Whilst not unpleasant they are unwanted distractions

I ponder on these thoughts for a time so long
And eventually I conclude this is wrong
I reel back in my line with rod
And forget about the fight with the cod

I am going to enjoy just being here
Such beautiful sites at a near
The glistening of the sun reflecting on the water
The earlier image of a father and his daughter

The ripples and shadows the water creates
The way the bird flew and never hesitates
The way the fish refused to be caught
The way the rain and fish together fought

The rain gently dripping off my hat
The way the cormorant on the pylon sat
The way time seems to stand still
The way nature can make a person feel

I get lost in the moment and don’t want to leave
Some of the things I’ve seen I can’t believe
I should come down here without any fishing reasons
How beautiful it would be in the different seasons

I find myself content at the water’s edge
I have never felt so comfortable sitting on a ledge


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Beautiful World

Beautiful World



Look at the Stars in the night sky, they are so
radient and bright,they bring joy and real delight 
to the heart which is our inner sight.

The sky is like a black velvet sheet with the stars dazzling
like jewels making it beautiful and complete.
All stood in a ray look so magnificent and neat.

The Sun is a golden  ring in the sky that sheds warmth and light
upon our beautiful world each day is a pleasure to behold to
the human eyes the window of the mind, all these wonderous treasures
and beauty we seek to find as the one who created them must be awesome
and truly kind.

The Depths of the sea is a vision of peace and tranquilty it is serene
pure and clean. Creatures of the sea are devine and  incredibly beatuiful
especially to me.

There is beauty all around the world in every place in the universe there are sights
to see that you would never imagine the sunsets,beaches and the underworld creatures
are all awesome features that give insight to the one who created them for us to enjoy and care for.


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Poise in Oak

an idle wave to a crony
is how i begin every
expedition to.

maple and oak render
benevolence as we
exchange us.

masters of this realm.
i sense their silent
rhetoric built
from time and
in discipline. 

making no bones, the
forest amplifies a familiar tone;
a quaint display; a 
hero’s welcome.

vermillion leaves trickle down
like confetti i sense
celebration.

august percussion echoes
freely from inside
the nebulous river,
keeping time so perfectly,
it can’t exist.

birds attempt (chirp__!_)
mimicking some grand
organ but I
am not so sure. 

a fortuitous birth and
an ample forest,
i owe everything.


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Nature's Conversation

Listen...
To the sounds of Nature around you.
Take that moment of your busy life, reflect,
Listen...
Be open to what you are missing.
Do you hear the conversation of Nature surrounding you?
Yes it's there,
Listen...
The gentile breeze rustling the leaves of the trees,
Dancing, talking intertwined together,
Becoming one with each other.
Listen...
Do you hear the birds as they sing to each other from tree to tree.
The sound of music they sing to one another,
Telling their story of adventures they had that day.
Listen...
Do you hear the waves hugging the shoreline,
Never seeming to get enough.
Listen...
To the buzz of the bee dancing,
From flower to flower,
Making the visit short but ever so sweet.
Listen...
To the conversation of Nature,
Your missing out on a beautiful story,
She has to tell.
Don't let the conversation fall onto deaf ears.
For one day, one day, 
Nature will fall silent,
And the only conversation that you will hear,
Will be your own.
Will your story be as beautiful as hers?

Darryl Lunny
April 21st, 2009


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.


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The Trill of a Robin

It is a beautiful summer day I was wakened by a robin that lives in my hedge,
He lives in my old hedge row happily singing a loud trill, his summer song,
I sat in my garden wearing an old dressing gown sipping a mug of white coffee,
Looking my way his round eyes scold me this is far too late to get out of bed.

I could hear the voice of a stream flowing along in one of the lower meadows,
It was warm, the morning sun shone on my face I closed my eyes to enjoy the glow,
I nearly went back to sleep I opened my eyes and was told off again by the Robin,
In early July nature stands strong full grown it's a perfect summer all is well,

On a day such as this men and woman and troops of children walk the rivers margin,
Refreshing long strolls through the glens and valleys on rolling beautiful hills,
As the day gets warmer songs of the birds become faint the nightingale is hushed,
The cuckoo has departed and the blackbird and the thrush rarely sing me a welcome.

A red rose fades on a wayside the corn has begun to go pale it means a good harvest,
There are still thousands of pretty beautiful flowers stretching into the distance,
The grass is full of green patches the leaves on the trees go darker as they mature,
Elder-flowers and corn poppy's sit in ancient hedgerows, sandy old heaths blow dust.


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Blacktorn Winters

Many years ago, way back in time the month of April was known as the Blackthorn Winter,
It was the time of the year when the blackthorn begins to dress in her finest blossom,
Deep in the country the small hamlets custom says is the time for bitter cold weather,
Time for east and north-easterly hard winds chill all, hail, sleet and sometimes snow.

The blackthorns and the plums in sheltered orchards awaken and begin to come to life,
They quickly showed themselves thickly clustered with tiny little green bursting buds,
Blue whiteness of the blossom half revealed, like the wide smile of a beautiful girl,
A rich white that makes your heart and eyes light up at the sight of unrivaled beauty.

Cold are the winds buds of trees swell and they grow like a naturally beautiful woman,
They come forward and bloom standing cold but fearless, determined to wait for the sun,
On cold grounds a lilac stands it looks so green flushed with it's half-unclosed leaves,
A yellow rose fights to start its new life just as custom says in a Blackthorn Winter.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Stream

Cold and green and musical,
Beneath the willow boughs,
Running past just as fast
As the bank allows.

That willow will screen me from the lies
And with its weeping still my own,
The birds will put cheery song to my
Lips, long after they are flown.

Pouring silver over cool grey rocks
That fold water into foamy lace,
The stream’s merry chatter tells me to live,
To hope, love, die – and not lose pace.

Bulrushes sing to the pool of jade,
And there, beyond that bend,
Pools of shade soothe the glade –
Here, a broken soul shall mend.


Details | Crystalline | |

Iconic Test

put your fingers on the chest:
this is an Iconic Test-
you will intimately see
your Highlight Identity
flying from the Human Tree
like a Stork who”s inspiration
will restore an Old Migration
all the void will surely be
just a slightly blurred sea
and you”ll be at home so soon
and your head will be the Moon.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Seasons of Love

The angel of dark 
The angel of light 
Everybody has a beautiful sight
weather its the front of a park 
or the side of a gym
that beautiful feeling comes from within
Beyond your heart 
beyond your soul
beyond the places that make you whole 
that feeling you feel is your meaning to love
a feeling that shoots from above 
the time the love falls
 is the time to move on 
when all that feeling is way past gone 
but always beleive because you are the branch and they are the tree


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Sunset

A beautiful sunset, a painted picture in the sky. The clouds dared to take it away, but the sun shone through over this breathtaking horizon, I always knew with you, there would be a reason. I always believed in you, my heart whispers you are speaking the truth. I find blithe safety and trust in thee... please don't ever leave me. You'd miss this beautiful sunset, our memories you'd soon forget, would you want to risk that all? Giving up everything for nothing... who'd be there to help you up if ever you took a fall? Who'd be there, but me?... Who'd remember it all?... A cold wind sets in, I search for you... A ray of sun finds a sparkle of hope inside of my heart, I see you standing still, proud, and tall. There you are. A butterfly in my soul, how happy, how joyful. With this one last sunset before the end of our time, it paints a beautiful picture across the sky. Forever a butterfly fluttering, enchanting in my mind. And so you fly away, transforming in the light. Tears stream down my face, a broken heart, a sad goodbye. We will soon be together again, a promise until the end. Love will last forever, forever will find us in the end.


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A Fawns Miracle

It is hunting season in the mist of beauty and delight
In the thick of the trees, sounds of shooting, deer run in fright
Some grow weak  are taken by man
Others  search for safety somewhere in their land

A little fawn tumbles in fear, mother lost to the hunters dance
Not knowing where to go, suddenly, a light from his side way glance
He stumbles up on his feet, so confused, sadden and in fear
Heads toward the light with wonder, unaware of what is near

Hope in his little heart as he runs into a horrible surprise
Headlights in his face, breaks squeal, to his near demise
As he opens his heavy eyes, breathless and so unaware
Unable to move he shivers, to taillights of someone who cares

This angel who was approaching the near dead fawn
Was speaking to him with a soft voice as she  put him on the lawn
She spoke to him with love,  made him feel so safe
Hold on there beautiful baby I will help you find your place

He could feel his heartbeat grow weak as she stroked his little head
With tears in her eyes she spoke to God, this is what she said
Please lord it is my desire to save your wonderful creation 
Give him breath,  heal him please,  it is not his destination

Her tears fell on his face, warmth he could feel  once more
His breath along with his heartbeat,  strong like it was before
Strength was back in him, to his feet he did arise
He kissed the beautiful angel, for she saved him from demise

He headed for the woods, then suddenly he veered
He turned to look again, the angel disappeared
Saddened once more alone again was he
The horrifying noises gone, now silence, how could this be

He entered in the woods his mother alive, back on her feet
Happily he trotted to her, his heart just skipped a beat
Not only did the angel save him, from something bad
But all was back to normal in his home with mom and dad!!


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Happy Living

What a beautiful day, what a beautiful smell of these beautiful trees, how nature is so marvelous at its gifts, it allows me to feel its beautiful textures, some soft or rough. What is the reason, or am i just lucky, all is free, I have no debt to nature, and it allows me all this, life, what to do for nature, live in it and care for its, beauty, yes. These plants are beautiful, such a beautiful color, pink, brown, green, such a color mixture only perfect for nature. What's this, a butterfly, if only I had its wings, to explore more of this beautiful place. Poor bunny got hunted by that beast, but nature is what it is, their is no reason to think of this beast bad right, i get hungry and I eat a cow, poor cow, but nature will bring more, I just hope those cows are not treated bad or do they hunt them like that beast did the rabbit, what a beautiful Lady bug hi there, it's so red, I wonder how they smell, I dare not make him feel worthless and hold him just so I can smell him. Fly lady bug. Yes daddy I'll be there! I'm not ready to the zoo!


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The Color Beautiful

I saw you just the other day.
You stood there all alone.
I watched as the Suns shadow beat down upon you.
Your eyes and mine were both hesitant at the glimpse of shade.
You stood so firm and adamant, 
Your posture was mine to admire and to please!
The color beautiful was everything that I had ever imagined it could be!
I could see the winds tousling through your flawless shiny hair,
A cool breeze tenderly caressing an unexpected stern face! 
You stood so tall. You were bigger than anything I had ever seen.
I watched you shiver as the cold draft reached from underneath bringing its sharpest autumn air.
You stood there completely impervious to time, person and to place.
The color beautiful captured hidden chills inside of me as I embraced that very same breeze.
I could feel the warmth of your breath upon me,
You stood there with a true look of total awareness.
I could no longer feel my heart quicken to beat, 
For I had lost every one of my God given perceptual senses.
I could feel your warmth covering over me baring my only gift to see.
You stood as a man with much honor and pride.
Such an obvious completeness!
The color beautiful instantly became everything in this world to me.
Because in your eyes you left no doubt that I am still your princess!


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The Invisible Man 10

I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.

After a long time the Invisible man drops off into a light sleep. He dreams of his school friends, good days days that you will never forget and beautiful days that will make you cry.

My beautiful friend on this day,
Rise up and dress and come away,
We will walk in wild woods and upon plains,
To stare into pools where water rains.
We will walk under a roof of green leaves,
Under the spruce and garland weaves,
Leaning against the trunk of a tree,
Me holding you, you holding me.
Bluebells ringing as we walk by,
Holding hands the sun in his sky,
Bright with buttercups on this day,
Staring into eyes nothing to say.
Happy to be anywhere with you,
I hoped that is the same for you too,
Feeling high walking by your side,
Floating, smiling, eyes open wide.
So on we walk so happy together,
Not really caring about the weather,
It does not matter to me what we do,
It never does when I am with you.


Details | Ballade | |

Stars

I'm not certain of anything,but the moon ,

I'm not sure of  anyone but the night sky ,it goes dark like a dream ,

I cant trust ,but i do believe in the earth ,its long winters,

and endless summers.High hopes ,of tomorrow ,

I am weary of men ,but i do love the stars.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Beautiful Fairy

A beautiful fairy lays in a
field, reading a book by candlelight.

Several varieties of colored
flowers sways back and forth in a
summer eve’s breeze.

Seen in view is a wide amazing
waterfall, with different forms
of rocks. The flow of gentle water 
cascades over them into an enormous
pool.

The sound of the waterfall is so
tranquil, almost like it’s singing a tune.
The evening creatures adds to that lullaby
that is really neat.

Chirping birds up above bids good 
evening to all their friends. Fireflies
start dancing in the air about her head.

The dancing fireflies lighting up looks
like fairy dust. Her wings tenderly flutter
around then she bends her knees.

She’s mesmerized in reading her book.
I wonder what that book is about. Is it
fairy tales or about us silly mortals.

She hears barking dogs in the distance.
She blew out her candle and grabbed
her book.

She dashed through the waterfall, to a cave.
She watches the dogs and hunters pass
her right on by.

She lets out her breath, while relighting
her candle. She whispers to herself that 
was really to close. 

Now it’s time to finish my book and enjoy
the time that’s left of this beautiful summer’s
eve.




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Winsome Heather (paradelle)

As the wind tosses winsome heather
As the wind tosses winsome heather
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of an airy sea
In the currents of winsome heather
The wind tosses as an airy sea

The senses filled with scent of  sweet breeze
The senses filled with scent of sweet breeze
On the wind is sweet flower perfume to tease
On the wind is sweet flower perfume to tease
Sweet scent; on wind is perfume to tease
Senses filled with the flower breeze

Inhale the gust; seize it as a beautiful memory
Inhale the gust; seize it as a beautiful memory
Capture this winsome heather memory forever
Capture this winsome heather memory forever
Inhale the gust; capture a winsome  memory

Capture the wind in memory , 
One gust is a perfume tease 
This sweet scent of flower inhale, seize
as it tosses winsome heather 
on the beautiful  breeze; 
Senses filled with the currents of an airy sea forever.


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Never to blossom The Seeds of Love Blossoming

Never to blossom 
The Seeds of Love Blossoming

There was this awakening of, in two thousand and one.
It gave birth to feelings, long gone, thought was done.
Eight years later, it all came down to this !,
never an emotion given - accepted - not a tough, not a kiss.

Never a time - for you and I, never a moment - for bliss.

I ran so hard, and so blind, towards that beautiful Dream,
only to find out that it was not, but a dried up stream.

Last night you convinced - no question about it - me
no light will ever shine upon - for this one to see
beyond that beautiful Black Hole,
I have come - so well - to know.

That - I guess - is how the winds of Fate, blow.

B.J."A" 2
July 9th 2009


Details | Light Poetry | |

On Chantrelles

In the mountains, 
where the berries grow;

Hides a treasure, 
some friends may know;

Among the summer flowers’ leaves,
Are golden treasures such as these;

If I could choose where I will lie,
When it is time for me to die;

Then let it be a quiet place, 
That these fair beauties yearly grace.


Details | Free verse | |

A Sundown Over the Castle

No idea how long will it last
fetish on that nameless femmina?
Water is bulging under the bridge.
Puffing sound of  passing gust,
I can hear, boats are rocking.

A pale white girl is swirling on the swing
the elapsed master is playing his trombone
on the street.  Passerby are tossing coins.
Lovers in the shadowy park, holding each other hands
are watching the aged Sun recede.

I am panting
time is dwindling fast, dark is dossing slow.
The night light is switched on.
Getting smacks on my cheeks ,my fever has gone
but I am still quivering bared alone.


Details | Couplet | |

Swan Song

Those evenings spent on the inlet bay
When seven swans would sail my way

I'd walk on the deck with bags of bread
They seemed to know they would be fed

From the other side of the inlet they'd come
And they'd devour every last crumb

So beautiful and graceful too
And I had such a perfect view

I called them the girls and they knew me
I often wondered how they could see

So far across that watery space
It's almost like they knew my face

I'd call to them across the way
And they would listen to what I'd say

Come drifting over to my back door
Like they had many times before

I'd tell them all my troubles and then
They'd eat and sail away again

I do miss seeing those gorgeous creatures
With ivory feathers and lovely features

It was so peaceful there on the bay
When the beautiful swans would swim my way


Details | Free verse | |

Blue

Blue is vastness
The sea drooling
Waves crashing against the rocks
My mirrored image staring at me
From the moonlit ocean tides

 Blue is hope and rejuvenation
Owls screeching, snow melting
Trees sprouting in the plain
Sparrows painting twilight
Stars flourishing; the moon chanting
Someone falling into the sky

Blue is peace
Deer skipping through pools of diamonds
Psalms of birds gathering for the night
The language of rain-spattered flowers
And waterfalls flowing through my heart

 Blue is heaven reflected on earth
The depth of the sky swallowed
Blue wildflowers blooming in somebody’s eyes
Wind howling beyond the mountains
Iridescence in the crystal air I breath



Details | Free verse | |

Bouquet of Flowers

Bouquet of Flowers

Lilies tall
Virgin white,
Fill the vase beneath the light
On polished table standing bright,
Petals firm
Stalk upright
Beauty absolute.

Yellow sepals
Spread wide,
Within each throat they dare to hide
Finger bright rich yellow dyed,
Waving strong
Standing tall
Beauty absolute.

Tender green
Within glass,
Drink deep, stand tall to last,
One more day, before they pass,
Droop low
Bend deep
Beauty in retreat.   


Details | Ballad | |

A PAINTING MADE FOR ME

A beautiful sun...
A painting made for me
If colours were words...
They would soar like birds
In a sky made for me
 
The heart knows
The colours I see
For, I feel them
In a painting made for me
 
A sunset
The colour of honey
Washed away
Tumbling clouds
In a painting made for me
 
Dusklight
In a sky made for me
I saw
What I felt
In a heart made for me
 
A beautiful dying sun
A painting for me
Tumbling clouds
Soaring birds
On a silver sea
 


Details | Bio | |

Spring Time

The wind is howling outside my door. 
The windchimes are makes oh so sweet sounds 
Birds are whistling a happy tune. 
Oh what enjoyment i have found. 
Skies are blue,Stars are shining all so bright. 
What a beautiful sight to see. 
We open up the windows to let the sunshine in. 
Oh what beautiful sounds we hear on such a crispy springtime day. 
The smell of flowers and trees are in the air. 
Fresh cut grass is everywhere. 
Sringtime is such a special time of year. 
Oh what a feeling now that spring is in the air.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Blackthorn Winter

Many years ago, way back in time the month of April was known as the Blackthorn Winter,
It was the time of the year when the blackthorn begins to dress in her finest blossom,
Deep in the country the small hamlets custom says is the time for bitter cold weather,
Time for east and north-easterly hard winds chill all, hail, sleet and sometimes snow.

The blackthorns and the plums in sheltered orchards awaken and begin to come to life,
They quickly showed themselves thickly clustered with tiny little green bursting buds,
Blue whiteness of the blossom half revealed, like the wide smile of a beautiful girl,
A rich white that makes your heart and eyes light up at the sight of unrivaled beauty.

Cold are the winds buds of trees swell and they grow like a naturally beautiful woman,
They come forward and bloom standing cold but fearless, determined to wait for the sun,
On cold grounds a lilac stands it looks so green flushed with it's half-unclosed leaves,
A yellow rose fights to start its new life just as custom says in a Blackthorn Winter. 


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Majestic Lake

I sit by the lake listening to natures monologue, so serene
I feel the cool breeze brush across my face,  feeling like a queen
I look at the beautiful picture in front of me, so majestic blue
Water ripples with such calmness, picture perfect to view.

The feelings I get when I look across the lake of magical  arrays
Viewing the extreme colors, of the beautiful sun setting in the haze
A view that subsides into the darkness of the night
But the effect on me will remain forever past the light

You will never hear this Majestic Blue lake cry with pain
For God has given it such beauty, peacefulness it has obtained
The creatures within this lake have Gods' promise of peace
Flying high above are wild ducks, and many geese

 I inhale one more time I grab the halter to my horse
As I prepare to leave,  natures riding course
Before I go I look once more into the Majestic Lake
And promise I waiver to ever forsake

I now leave this place in such wonderful hands
God protects this lake, watches over the land
To preserve it so I may return one day soon
To view its beauty, underneath the  sky lit moon.


Details | Narrative | |

Simple Dream

I dream of such simple things
Such as birds and their wings
With the curves of each feather
And how they become weathered

I see the birds flying with wings a flapping
I understand how wings operate with no gapping
With push of a second the bird is in the air
This is how birds fly in the air with no care   

The birds in the air with freedom in their wings to fly out of trouble
Is how the bird feel with the wind pushing them up with force doubled
I get a happy when I see a bird fly
And I wish to be by their side so I give a sigh


Details | Ballad | |

A PAINTING MADE FOR ME

A beautiful sun...
A painting made for me
If colours were words...
They would soar like birds
In a sky made for me
 
The heart knows
The colours I see
For, I feel them
In a painting made for me
 
A sunset
The colour of honey
Washed away
Tumbling clouds
In a painting made for me
 
Dusklight
In a sky made for me
I saw
What I felt
In a heart made for me
 
A beautiful dying sun
A painting for me
Tumbling clouds
Soaring birds
On a silver sea
 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Spring

In winters fast demise
Of bleakness and forbearing
Of darks and grays and freezes
Short day’s long nights and sleeping
Come alive such beautiful things

As the rain ebbs the flow slowly
Storms become brief and fitful
Days grow longer quickly
Then the weather is so peaceful
Come alive such beautiful things

Flowers will bloom insanely
Display such vibrant colors
Growing and then more growing
Leaves sprout leaves and more
Come alive such beautiful things

With a breeze that stirs up pollen
The plants in their great beauty
The green so green of living
Vibrates and grows some more
Come alive such beautiful things

In God’s great big cycle
Fluoresce in flocculation
Fill in in abundance
Unbound ethereal excellence
Come alive such beautiful things

In a time of watching
With the gift of seeing
I notice these unbelievable flings
Abundant all around me
I live and see these beautiful things


Details | I do not know? | |

Red Rose

There it is
A wonderful red rose,
So beautiful and sweet.

There it is
In a beautiful pose
With petals laid so neat.

There it is
As I bring it to my nose
With a smell so sweet.

There it is
My beautiful red rose
I think I’ll take you home to keep.


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Mustangs Are Born Free - Monchielle

(Monchielle) Let wild horses run free In mountains let them be Release them let them go Stop killing these horses They are so scared you know Let wild horses run free Don't divide mom from baby Wild horses to be free Let them run in mountain Don't take freedom away Let wild horses run free Let's join voices help horses Take them where they belong They truly need our help Selling these horses wrong Let wild horses run free Since small I love horses I grew up watch them grow Mustangs are beautiful They're unique smart you know. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 September,10,2014


Details | ABC | |

My Deck

My deck
My deck is a nice place. 
You can see for miles away.
The trees on the mountain tops.
Leaves that is starting to change.
To the right the city, I do see.
What a pity to the green trees. 
Cars and trucks the sound do pound their ears away.
To the left the woods I see. A deer standing as still as could be.
As if he belongs there at the edge.
Over the rail in front is the pool for a place to get real cool.
My deck the place I want to be. How about you?


Details | I do not know? | |

Astoria Oregon

A small town in Oregon
Fishing boats curzing along the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean
Busy, fishing, boats
City of many fishers
They tell me you can smell the ocean, for I belive them the smell of the salty water in the air
And they tell me that the harbors are beautiful looking out over the ocean
And they tell me that the portsare always busy from the fishing
And having answered I will come see these places you talk so high of
Flinging toward the beautiful scenery of the Pacific Ocean
Fierce with everything that goes on in the city, a city made for movies
Astoria column,
Beauty, 
Calm,
Historic Nature,
Harbors all aroud the city, restoring history, small quit town
Under the beauty is a historic town, a place meant for movies, the smell of the ocean air takes you away
Under everything Astoria is a piece of art holding onto its historic beauty
Enjoying the nice warm summer days and the cool summer nights
Astoria is a clam quit place compared to Portland a busy and noisy city
Astoria has forests on one side of the city and the ocean on the other and the historic look of Astoria continues to live on
A small town in Oregon, harbors, ports, fishing boats curzing along the Columbia River and the Pacific Ocean, busy, fishing, boats, city of many fishers, making movies, Astoria column, beauty, calm, hitoric nature, horbors all around the city, restoring history,small quit town


Details | Rhyme | |

The Better World

I believe the world to be beautiful once
Before humanities came along
Nothing anymore were given a chance
A better world perhaps will too soon be gone

Where there be one who save
There always will be one who destroys
Side by side we live as victims and slaves
If yet Heaven and Hell... are we not simply toys?

As green as the leaves once grew
As cool as the natural wind once blew
As blue as once the seas we never knew
How did we try to save? To mend things anew?

Every one building to mean fallen trees
Every one serving to mean another death
Yet as human we never did live as free
Perhaps our downfall is how the world had secretly theft

Is the world to be beautiful once?
Before humanities are to come along
I do not see the deliverance for another chance
Shall the better world... too soon begone


Details | Couplet | |

My Flying Mustang

Along time ago just the other day
I saw a magic horse who flew my way
Well all in all jackpot in hand
It flew me off to a distant land
A place where the Land meets the Sea
We landed there this horse and me
Somethings in life should not go to waste
Such was the beauty of this special place
Secluded and surrounded by sheer rock walls
With an abundance of beautiful waterfalls
Creating rainbows that filled the skies
Oh, This place was beautiful to the eyes
As I looked all around at the giant ferns
Into my heart this place did burn
While listening to the beat of the sea
We had a picnic this horse and me
Then down the beach we took us a walk
And without a word we had us a talk
Life is full of many wonderful things
Like my flying Mustang with golden wings


Written by Michaela and I


Details | Couplet | |

Sunrise's Painting

Gently, light touched my eyes
As it tickeled my thighs…

A soft breeze entered my door 
A melody played across my room….

A heart beat was heard
As a new day approached….

Lowly, I opened my eyes,
Where a beautiful view was in display…

A view birds can't wait to see…
A view where life begins to speak…

I rested my eyes that morning,
on the sunrise's beautiful drawing...

The drawing that displayed a harmonious painting,
of red, orange, yellow, and the people who are smiling…


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Night

So beautiful and calm
Wish you could reach out for it
Grab it in you palm
Float through it for a bit.
It's dark yet light
This beautiful night
Lay on your back
And stare at the stars
Like a free bird with no bars
I could stay here for hours 
But the night the day devours.


Details | I do not know? | |

Heaven


          I fly to Heaven on the back of the most glorious and beautiful beings, an 
Angel. Its wings lined with elegant gold and a crown of leaves that wave swiftly in 
the air. We soar through the silky white clouds and end at the everlasting resting 
place, there to hail the Lord our God. The gates open and I see the most 
astonishing place. The gardens have slow, trickling water and animals running 
unreservedly and feeding on herbal vegetation. Also, they sip from the fountain of 
eternal life. The flowers attract my attention with their breathtaking aroma and the 
buckeye tree sprouting its bloom. I suddenly feel a warm familiar breeze brush 
across my face, reminding me of a past summer. I walk in my milky white, 
contented robe to find a beautiful lagoon with waters so blue and so perfectly 
clear like the souls of the people present. I dive into the water and momentarily 
emerge. Adjacent to my right a dolphin swims. I grab a hold of its tarsal and go 
for a ride. I return to the shore where I stood earlier and laid down in the sand. I 
watched the clouds move slowly across the sky. The tide flows in leisurely over 
my feet, as if massaging them. The sound of the bird overhead and the water 
crashing into the shore put me into a tiring, peaceful mood. I awoke a while later 
to the sound of a familiar tune I have heard once before and then I walked with a 
friend across the beach talking of everything we discovered about the enchanting 
place, and we were joyful that this is where our lives will be spent, in this blissful 
place. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Mountains and Cowslips

Wandering with friends through romantic and enchanting scenery the sun shines down on us,
The day is cool and clear each step on spongy mossy ground makes us feel as light as the air,
Finding our way along banks of a winding stream with each turn a fresh scene of loveliness,
This beautiful walk gladdens the eyes and charms the heart as nature is shows us her pictures.

While looking at these beautiful canvases of nature it is very hard to choose which is the best,
And looking at the glowing landscape a friend points towards a display of even more beauty,
In this scene there is nothing to say but just look at what is around us each turn makes us glow,
We feel the happiness of nature unfolding her gifts and you just know she has a winsome smile.

And as we walk further along a summer glade we nestle deeper into the bosom of mother earth,
Mountains and cowslips and the good old daisies join the purple heather laid out like a carpet.
The feeling is that nature is not exhausted yet she has many more treasures waiting to unfold,
As the dancing stream bubbles along and winds round an impending rock a surprise awaits us.

There is a scene so grand and wondrous that makes us silent and we are chained together in awe,
It seems up to this time a handmaid have been leading us through the porch and into the hallway,
Now we have arrived we have entered the chamber itself and stood face to face with our host,
Once more nature has opened her house to all her guests and hung forth her richest draperies.

The scenery before us now makes goose bumps rise on our arms and raises hair on our necks.
The sun shines brightly on the waters and the brown watered stream turns into a river of gold,
The land stretched out before us a radiant green that met the turquoise sky on the far horizon,
The caressing breezes carry delicious smells and scents it's a new spring everything is awake.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sound Of Night

When we go to sleep
The night comes alive
From the womb of the day
Here it arrives
A beautiful thing
With so much inner glow
Sometimes it's revealed
Sometimes you don't know
The animals living within
The whispers of the trees
Cooling down it's mothers heat
By giving us a chilling breeze
Hidden witin itsef 
Are those mysterious music makers
With a different face in the daylight
Our beautiful music wakers
So protective of its source
Never are they revealed
Hear them with no sight
Yet you know they're real
These are the sounds
The night gives to us
But never the musicians
Showing its mistrust


Details | Ballad | |

A BEAUTIFUL SKY, SO RED

A BEAUTIFUL SKY , SO RED 

A beautiful sky, so red 
Clouds 
Scattered as far as the eye can see 
Words cannot be said 
A beautiful sky, 
for me 

I looked up, 
to a beautiful sky, so red 
To be a cloud 
Yet, I am down here instead 

The sun painted its' colour 
beautiful and red 
throughout the sky 

A beautiful sky, so red 
melted away 
Dark blue 
Some say... 
Transformed the day, 
to something new 

The sky darkened 
Night was here instead 
To steal the light.... 
of a beautiful sky,  so red 

I have become a night 
Lost in starlight 
Onwards I sped, 
to find a beautiful sky , so red 


Details | Pantoum | |

The Beautiful Sky

As the sun ascends over the Hudson River
With the view of Manhattan in my eyes
A sense of peace and quiet, is delivered
It is as if someone truly heard my cries

With the view of Manhattan in my eyes
A calming serenity sensed from this shore
It is as if someone truly heard my cries
At this time, I couldn’t ask for any more

A calming serenity sensed from this shore
I watch the boats traverse the river, grand
It is as if someone truly heard my cries
I have the world, now, within my hands

I watch the boats traverse the river, grand
As I take in the beauty, the beautiful sky
I have the world, now, within my hands
As I stop for this moment, just to sigh

The beauty there now, I so needed
As I stop for this moment, just to sigh
Daily on, this must be repeated
As I take in the beauty, the beautiful sky


Details | Ballad | |

THE COMING OF THE SPRING QUEEN

When winter became a Spring day..... 
The Spring Queen came ,with out delay 
She approached through the Whispering Trees 
Everything she touched, turned to green 
Fresh shoots,budding leaves..... 
Flowers to be seen 

The Eastern Wind, 
bringer of life and green 
Followed the Spring Queen 
The awakening........... 
The greening.......... 

The Castle gates opened wide 
The Spring Queen walked inside.............. 
The walled garden grown 
Welcomed into Castle Heartstone 

Her fingers touched the wall........ 
Instantly the flowers grew.......... 
In places not before seen 
Such is the power of the Spring Queen 

The air filled with the sound of birds............ 
Birdsong, too beautiful for words 
For, there was life everywhere 
The Spring days,so fair 

The mood of the Castle lifted 
The life,the colour 
The Spring Queen, gifted 

The bare trees filled out, 
the welcoming shade 
The walled garden transformed............ 
Colour spilling everywhere............ 
Spring is in the air 

Such joy and happiness.......... 
Bursting through 
The Whispering Trees 
The East Wind breeze 
The meadow flowers, so blue 

Fresh flowers filled the Castle........... 
Most of all in the Great Hall......... 
Where the Heartstone lay, 
on the north wall 

The hum of bees, 
buzzing on the breeze 
Spring honey,so sweet........... 
A real treat! 

The Spring Queen......... 
Giving birth........... 
To a new and beautiful earth 
The land lay green..... 
The flowers, to be seen 

These flowers,sublime 
The emerging springtime............ 
All too soon the days grew hot......... 
The days grew long......... 
The days had new meaning............ 
Soon it would be Summer Queens' time 
the intense greening 


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Beautiful

What a beautiful world
do you not see
a place of welcome
where all is balance
the sky is bright
the grass though not soft
tickles my feet
though this is not my home
it is a beautiful world
laughter rings through the trees
as a spring trickes its song
and leaves crackle beneath
I am happy I live here now
Waiting to go home


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The Fishermen

“One shall always be strong,”
His words swung with the cold air,
 “One shall always believe,”
It was like the waves were 
Strengthening his tone and words,

There he lay on the big rocks
That hid him by the shore,
He contemplated the beautiful 
Prospect;
It all made him feel alive at the moment,

The droplets of water
Tenderly slithered on his skin,
Like cure to an illness;
His pain was diminishing,
The fire of hatred was being
Extinguished,

For the first time in his life,
He felt optimistic,
It was the first time for him to use
“Half-full” and not “Half-empty,”
To him, it was a life-changing moment,

Thoughts continuously rushed 
In and out of his head,
Reminiscences and past-experiences
Came back to relive a beautiful moment
With him… A moment of “Life”

“If I were…” he whispered, 
“If I were a f..i..sh…”
He mumbled what he wanted to say…

“If I were a tiny fish that swam freely across the ocean, would I be free? Or would I 
just be the bait to some other fish? Would all these fishermen take my freedom 
away? Taking me out of the water till I suffocate? Shall my life end because of 
them fishermen?”
He said indignantly,
He was filled with rage.
“Would I always live my life with no one’s sympathy? Just me…”
His tears started falling,
For he took out all his hidden pain,
He faced reality again,
And stopped his denial…

After minutes of sorrowful-confusion,
He stared at the sky again…
Whispering,
“O’ fishermen, 
When will y’all ever come and get me?”


  










 


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Mother Nature


The trees has bloomed, the birds

Singing and dancing,celebrating

The new found spring..

The aroma of witch hazel fills the

Air spaces..

The butterflies coming out of

Their cocoon

Parading there beauty while gliding

Along.. 

Feeding from the nectar, they find

In blooming blossoms that line 

Every trail..

Blooming blossoms covering every

Bed, proud with elegance and grace,


Spring is a beautiful time of the year

Mother nature snaps her fingers

Twice..

The sun, the moon even the night

Changes for mother nature and the

Regeneration of nature children..

Let’s not put asunder Mother Nature

In all her beauty..

Yes, Yes,

Spring brings forth new life, and an array

Of tints, hues of colors..

Flowers are sprouting fillings the landscape

With a beautiful portrait of Mothers nature

Best...

Letting our hearts feel, our eyes see all the

Beauty within....


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MY TREE

A beautiful tree
Grew
It faced the sun
Every day
New leaves revealed
Such magic
Has begun

I watched it grow
Over the years
I talked with it too
Just like a son
That I had come to know

Strong and true
It grew
And grew
Such beautiful branches and leaves
Every season
A new colour
I loved it too

A tree
That I knew
Had a heart
Of that I am sure
For that tree
Loved me

It whispered to me
In a language
Only I could know
For the tree
Knew me so

When I was a boy
The tree was young too
We grew together
Watching storms
Rain passing
The seasons too

I lived my life
With my tree
I became old
The tree
Grew and grew

Before I was too old
I took my last walk
Down to my tree
To say a few words
To a member of my family

The last good bye 
To my tree
I accepted with a sigh
My own frailty 

Tears can shed upon
The bark
Of my tree
I will not last the winter
Or see another spring sun

In that coming winter
The only thing I could see
Was from a castle window
All I asked for
Was to be buried
Underneath
My tree


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A World To Ponder

As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind 
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting 
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their 
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living 
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters 
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers 
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the 
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet 
plagued life.
	Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one 
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly 
stomp.
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so 
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”

The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality 
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.


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Our Nature

The soft moonlight shines down upon the lake this evening
as we venture, hand in hand, and a blanket under my arm,
deeper into the woods.
Being serenaded by the sounds of the night owls and all creatures
we find just the right spot where the trees seem to circle like viewers
ready for a show.
That moon leaves just enough light for our eyes to see the splendor of each other
and witness the actions of our love, let alone be witnessed by the trees
and all inhabitants.
We lay the blanket down and lie atop, with our backs on the ground,
sharing a dream or two and admiring the beauty of the moon and stars
and of each other.
I reached to touch your face and gently caressed your cheek, 
noticing the highlights the moon cast upon your beautiful face,
much like an angel.
I can’t stop but think that here I am now, the luckiest man on earth,
as I look at you, you are beautiful and soft and so caring and warm,
my eternal other.
I wish to make this moment last forever, the passion not yet surfaced,
but is rising within the two of us as we contemplate the emotion, the need,
the undying love.
All is gone now, there are no trees, no moon, no lake, no animals,
no beauty at all, other than the beauty of you as I look into your eyes
and yours in mine.
The temperature rises and we find each, with hands as eyes, exploring,
and our hearts as our guide, through the night of passion and sheer joy
we express our love.


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summer dreams

a year each time, we must wait
for warm climate the world creates,
the singing birds and the apple trees
so, full of wonders and covered in leaves
how can one world make such beautiful things?
At summer time the world just sings,
holiday sun and fun, fun times
it's coming soon if you see the signs,
hanging with friends and dips in the pool
a little bit of freshness to keep you cool,
little beach hut and sand and sea
a little world that is perfect for me,
sun tan lotion for the browning skin
how can this beautiful world be full of sin?
Gentle waves lapping at my toes,
like a little secrets no one knows
buzzing bees and butterflies
flapping there wings so they can fly,
waking up in summer is a beautiful dream
with no more cold that can be mean,
and the massive sun that now just shines
we are in the worlds most beautiful design.


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Come Spring

The showers come and the grass grows green,
the trees bud and leaves can be seen,
flowers bloom and their fragrance is like a dream.

Birds migrate and start looking for a place to nest.
their beautiful flights and unending beauty.
A nest of beautiful eggs, soon to hatch,
with spindly little legs, fed by dad and mom,
who keep busy all day long.

Butterflies and insects aplenty, to balance
the beauty, all through summer into winter.
When you see insects, butterflies, and birds
of all kinds, just remember GOD made them all
for us to enjoy, in his day and time.