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Details | Free verse | |

Rhapsody in Red

When morning breaks in shades of wine...
  with claret skies to blush the dawn...
     I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
           for this polished, dappled day
 
I will wait until the sun is high, and dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........for the quest begins,
                                                              to seek my small reward

It happens slowly...
          gathering reason from an untamed mind
            up into the meadow where the brambles climb
              twisted and tangled, through the burgandy vines
               deftly my fingers, while probing the maze
                will reach for wild berries.....warm from the day
thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
      till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
           
Finger painting my faded old jeans
  Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
    Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
         Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?

I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
     plucking small bits of reason and sanity
           taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
              feeling alive, on this wild-flowered hill
             

Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler, 
  oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
    staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
      dripping like blood drops onto my chin
          
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine, 
    as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine

       Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
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           under clouds tinged vermilion
               and a red crimson sun
                  




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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
 5/4/13


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LONELINESS OF A LOST CLOUD

God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, 
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond. 


My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!


Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.


So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. 


Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting In My Deck Chair

The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow

So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums ,  and weary of crying...

The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime
Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising!
A lekker arrival !!
Of sunkissed horizons
Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer !

Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
And keeping it near

I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here

A lekker arrival
Is speckled in sunshine
I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck!
I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss
And what could be better than this?   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


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For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER"


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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 | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


Details | Quatrain | |

Above The Clouds

Above the clouds, I long to be
Among the other things I see
Where I can stand and shout out loud
Here I stand, above a cloud!

Where whispy trails of jets in flight
In blue skies, patchwork quilts of white
While here below I am, a grain of sand
As people travel from a far off land

Above the clouds on a pitch black night
The moon peeps out to share his light
The stars still seem to find a way
To dance around the cloud's display

I'm amazed at the ability of man
To send satellites soaring, like they can
Above the clouds and far beyond
Like they posses a magic wand

But, most majestic of them all
Is that snowy mountain top so tall
Where I can stand and shout out loud
Here I stand, above a cloud!



©Donna Jones


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 | Light Poetry | |

Water Droplet

I was a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Until lightning struck 
And thunder clapped loud
Stopping all my mirth
Dropping me to earth

Joining many others
Of my sisters and brothers
Bobbing wild and rampant
In a surging torrent
Towards a dam
Causing quite a jam

In a pipe so black
With no way back
Chlorinated pure
Like I’ve never been before

Jailed in a tray
With cells all the way
Frozen in a cube until used
Dropped into whisky
Making me quite frisky

To the sound of “Cheers”
I disappeared
Down a gullet to a stomach
Mushed to and fro

Told to go
To a loo full of poo
Down a sewer full of mice
That really was not nice

Finally to the sea
Where I was free
To have some fun
Floating in the sun.

Feeling emancipated
Zap!. Evaporated
Into a happy little water droplet
Playing in a cloud
Hoping not to hear the thunder clapping loud.


Details | Rhyme | |

The fox

The Fox.

The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"

The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.

They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free

The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.

The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.

Peace, Socrares 1996


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 | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Tanka | |

Caught In The Sun

I'm caught in the sun
Shining its rays onto me
Breathing in salt air
Taking in the blue green sea
Footprints left upon the sand


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 | 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 | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


Details | Tanka | |

Fireflies Light the Path

Firelies flapping wings
light dark trails in fields at night
laterns bob and sway
like twinkling stars on high
while small hands reach to capture
~*~
In response to Nette's  "Splashes by Evening"
Miss you, Nette!


Details | Nonet | |

Sweet Rain

Sweet rain drops tapping on the window panes
leaving trails on sills and ivy
in a rush like soft liquid, 
crystals fall, then vanish
‘neath the thirsty earth
and nourishes
the flowers;
earth worms
too!
~*~


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 | I do not know? | |

Seaside serenity

Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around

Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand

As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried) 
as the words disappeared before our eyes

But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories) 
as we learn to look around


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 | |

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 | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Acrostic | |

My trip

Our trip

W e went up to Exmouth, it took us five days
I  nto hot furnace winds, the days were ablaze
N o relief was in sight for north we were bound
T here it is so rare that cool weather be found
E veryone goes there,  cause fish can be caught
R eports of good fishing make these places sought.

26 August 2013 @ 1203hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Free verse | |

IF ONLY I COULD CATCH THE SUN, ever so softly


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
Then,
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 


And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 


If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 


If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
ANYTHING. 
Just for something this grand. 


The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.



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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


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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


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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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.


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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.


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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


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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.


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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.


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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.


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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




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Fuzzy tree

Fuzzy Tree

The tree looks warm and fuzzy
“Grevilia I believe
It seems she’s reaching out to heaven
With her narrow pointed leaves.
She seems to say “The Spring is coming”
With a kind of energy
That comes within a haze of mystery.

The sky, so blue {the canvass there}
Pristine and cool and calm
She draws the lush green Mulberry
As it waves it’s thick green arms
To the technicolour Parrots there
Who be a smile indeed, from God
As the fountain sings a song of brotherhood.

And yet that little fuzzy tree
A Grevilia I believe
She pulls my gaze right back to her
And that’s a mystery
For yesterday she was there too
That tree, that one, the same
But the way she looks has somehow seemed to change.


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The tree at dawn

The tree at dawn

I look at the tree
As the night begins to die
I look at him with passion
I look with zest do I
As he stands within his magic
This heavy mantled tree
And makes me feel like crying
Weeping tenderly.

The Pink and grey’s Galahs arrive
All squawking, loud and gay
Swerving, diving joyfully
The new days underway
It gets my heart to humming
In a gentle kind of style
Till soon the mind is silent
As heart, it wears a smile

I see the magic mystery
Of a little green leafed cave
It brings soft comfort to my heart
And makes my being crave
To delve into sweet mystery
And as the dusk comes in
The mind feels quiet and wonderful
Far away from worldly din.


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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.


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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 | 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


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Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.


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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.


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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 | Limerick | |

Not the material guy

Not the material guy

I’m not the material guy
Ambitions were never for I
I’m always the one
That gets noting done
I’m a dreamer, I cannot deny.

My mind it is not very clever
My heart is as light as a feather
My manner is free
Like a bird in a tree
And I never will worry, not ever

Just like a river I’ll flow
And always my heart it will glow
I won’t push the river
So life does deliver
A feeling that each day does grow

Until the day that I die
I won’t let a day pass me by
Without looking at me
At within, what I be
As always I’ll ask ‘Who am I?’

18 September 2013 @1800hrs.






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Magic of the wetlands

Sorry, I put this one on my wife's page by mistake.

Magic of the wetlands

Three magpies etched against the sky
Give out their warbling cries
As little clouds all soft and fluffy
Do float upon the sky
A tall tree filled with bright green Parrots
Does dance upon the breeze
As the lake so peaceful by my side
Reflects those dark green trees.

A little frog crosses my path
He's startled by me, there
As wetland trees, all gnarled and bent
Make tunnels everywhere
They line the trail, where lupins grow
And young ferns soft and green
Help to give out morning magic
All peaceful and serene.

I see the seasons come and go
Each day I walk this trail
The lake fills up, and then runs dry
As nature tells its tale 
That's the beauty of lake Joondalup
How it fills my heart with bliss
Each day I walk these wetland trails
I gain such joy from this.

8 November 2013 1935hrs.






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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


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Shhhhhhh Listen



Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully D'ya hear that happy sound The corn is high five-ing each other The rain's finally pounding down After a record hot dry summer Getting buckets of that miracle stuff The grass is giggling just like the corn Sure hope it ends up as enough Nature is quite unpredictable eh One year to the next one following We never know if it's feast or famine In self pity we're always wallowing Should know by now nothing's for sure The weather will do it's own thing The only event we can rely on each year Is that winter is followed by spring Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully D'ya hear that happy sound Mother Nature's shining down again With her shimmering golden crown © Jack Ellison 2013


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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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.




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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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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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 | 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 | 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.


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Simplicity

Simplicity

I live with sweet simplicity
Desires I do not do
My heart s filled with simple things
My mind is never blue
I’m living for this moment now
The past is gone forever
The future is a myth, to me
And I will seek it never

Heaven is inside of me
And God, she is there too
There is no time that I don’t feel
Her love so very true
I see it in the flowers that bloom
The birds that sing their song
I see it all because I’m here
And here I do belong

Deep joy is written in ones soul
One only has to seek
That bubble, it is always there
Yet one must be more, meek
The whisper it is calling you
‘Wake up, Wake up, my child
And when you answer to that call
With life you’ll be beguiled.

2 December 2014


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 | Haiku | |

Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Quatrain | |

Winter White

Winter White
I love the white of winter
As the snow lies on the trees
So clean and neat the landscape
But so cold the breeze.

Nothing’s ever perfect
I appreciate what’s best
It’s pretty when the snow falls
Don’t think about the rest.

I quickly grab my camera
To capture all I see
When come the snows of winter
I cannot let it be.

The white snow of winter
Covering all the ground
As far as I can see
That snow is all around.

I see patterns in the tire tracks
And ice upon the lake
What a pretty picture
All these things will make.

Children making snowballs
Throw them near and far
Looks like fun they’re having
Not at all bizarre.

Heavy coats they’re wearing
Just to keep them warm
Temperature is really down
After that big storm.

Yes, I love the white of winter
But can do without the cold.


Details | Free verse | |

My Soul, Crouching

Crouching beneath the oak tree, 
The calico cat waits.
A happy squirrel frolics above.
Then, the predator springs into action.

Enjoying peace beneath the oak tree.
Raking the leaves, happy hopes rise.
Prayerfully remembering God above. 
Embracing Mother Earth.
Watching butterflies in action –
Life colors, like the calico cat, decorate.
God’s bountiful blessings flood my heart.
Fragrance springs thoughts to the past.
Nostalgia frolics into my imaginings –
Then, come recollections. 

Reality never waits for happiness.
Dreading the predator.
Joy flees like a squirrel escaping. 
My soul, crouching, cries.

© March 15, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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 | 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 | Lyric | |

The sensitive kind

The sensitive man

He loves he, the grass in the meadow
He loves all the flowers that grow
And loves living life with a passion
And watching the whole of the show
He loves he the sun that is shining
And the moon when it lights the dark sky
And he loves that he’s here
With a mind pure and clear
Though one day he knows he  must die.

He likes to live life in the middle
And flow like a river at ease
And all of the clouds in the heavens
Their patterns his heart do well please
As he walks him the trails in the morning
Sweet dreams going round in his head
And there be a theme worth a poem
So he goes home and writes it instead.

As all of the flowers do touch him
And the birds they do sing a new song
He sits here beneath his lounge window
And knows this is where he belongs
As he’s lost in the dance of the morning
Nothing else enters his mind
He leaves all the drama around him
For he be the sensitive kind.

4 July 2013 @ 1400hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

I'll keep dancing forever

I’ll keep dancing forever

In this wonderful world that I’m in
Everything is a beautiful dance
I don’t know what’s coming before me
It’s a sweet game of wonderful chance
So many get caught in the fear game
As each day does crush them some more
But I’m on a wonderful journey
Though I know me not what’s in store

The end I can see in the future
But what is the future I ask
The past it has gone like the dust in the wind
So, can in the future, one bask??
So I say ‘who cares’ it’s all nothing
Just an old boat afloat on the sea 
As it waits to be broke by the ocean
And join in with eternity.

So it’s all a dance, to my thinking
The good parts, the bad parts as well
And me I don’t know where I’m going
Don’t believe in no Heaven, nor hell
One dances, no thought for the ending
And so it’s the same with my life
I’m going to get into the dancing
Through all of my love, joy and strife.

7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs


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Dreamer

I’m a happy dreamer
-I am that cocooned butterfly
In a shell of fragile webs
That dreams of flying, a splitting of the cage
Oblivious to the outside 
Where stretches a spider’s net
Neatly waiting
Oblivious to my dreams
-Oh, happy dreams.
 


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 | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


Details | Lyric | |

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




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.


Details | Pastoral | |

Oye Urum: market, typically African

They assembled and gathered
Like they have done forever
One joining the other and another
Simple, friendly and smiling faces
Trotting calmly to catch the pace
Knowing destination will be exceeded
As the abundant will continue to drive
Weakened limbs energized by the sand
Caring not of city man’s worries
Slowly the crowd is formed and bubbles
From many ramifications of Urum
An all-day event needs less hurry
Loudly heard in attitude and style
Planned through four days before 
Yet another four days will witness same
Gatherings to sell, to buy and to chatter 
Interacting to share, to encourage, bearing 
Sharing pains, troubles and sweet songs
As an African child is bathed in powder 
On each the other depends
Like persons of old subsisted
Under tattered roofs open to rain and sun
Not minding government neglect and abuse
Early comers nap, linger and do the small talk
While babies dance around half empty market
Your city life they bother not about
For no cause exists for a change of style
For all must be accomplished
If nature does not dictate otherwise
Save for the weak and the sick
Albeit, fully represented in the event
Benefiting from love and care shared
Affection administered across rough roads
However insignificant it may seem
Eternal partnerships, free like life


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | I do not know? | |

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.





Details | Rhyme | |

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.


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



Details | Ballade | |

My morning story

Morning story

Here’s my story of the mornings
This be my perfect time of day
First I must do my meditation
I would not start, no other way
When this is done, I greet the morning
With my feet like feathers filled
Walking down the sleepy highway
Or walking round some velvet field

No daily noise, it can be heard now
Human kind they sleep so sound
In being swathed in morning softness
Oh such solace can be found
Sky alight with loves pure beauty
Little dots there passing by
Morning magic, it be coming
As night time begins to die

Soon the creatures will be coming
The morning will fill up with song
Birds will say their morning prayers
And all the world will just belong
The fountains with their melody
Will join in with that happy crowd
All the silence will be shattered
Yet still be here, so sweet and loud.

Then the day comes crashing in
Voices, voices every where
It’s another magic moment
The whole world knows when day is there
Better get my mind to doing
Let’s write down a song or two
All the world is filled with magic
Each moment it be so brand new.

29 June 2013 @ o545hrs.



Details | Haiku | |

Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


Details | Ballade | |

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.


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 | 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 | |

Dream with me

foggy skies
a gentle rain falls down from heaven
birds sing a lullaby and animals sleep in their dens
it is a balmy day in paradise
through the green-filled woods
and past the murky swamp
around the tall oak tree
and into the cool pool of water
mysteries lie beneath it's gently churning waves
things grow and live in underwater caves
a community it hosts
an internet of animals
along the salty coasts
join me on a stroll through my glorious isle
where jackals dance and sloths loll
walk with me through the forbidden shadows
sit with me under the canopy of tall trees
enjoy the beauty of this mysterious place
before you have to leave
already the sun calls you
you slowly open your eyes
and leave your paradise
instantly forgotten
as you look out at the morning skies


Details | Ballad | |

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Bio | |

Me

Jacqueline R.
Simple but Elegant
Daughter of my mother
Lover of Nature, colors Green and White
Who feels sad that the world is overpowered with darkness
Depressed that people are fighting
Happy that I'm different
Who would like to see all people in one faith, loving each other and have patience over all things
Reside in Daly City, California
Mendoza


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 | Ballade | |

This moment now

This moment seems so wonderful 
 Just a few short days of rain 
 Then grass that grows beneath my feet 
 Be velvet green again 
 The dry, hot days have waved ‘good bye’ 
Lord breeze be cool and fresh 
 As dancing trees that line the lake 
 They sing with happiness. 
   
 In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds 
 As the trees caress the day 
 The sound of raucous Ravens heard 
 Echo from skies so grey 
 As nature tames the wild in me 
 I walk these lakeside trails 
 With nothing reaching out to me 
 But sweet, eternal now. 
   
 So wonderful, so beautiful 
 As seasons come and go 
 The breath of nature shows the way 
 And with it’s restless glow 
 It shows me circles, only circles 
 And breathes into my soul 
 And with it’s breath of mystery 
 It makes me feel so whole.


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


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Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit
staring at the cold grey sky
All around
winter's handiwork
so silent
so beautiful 
fills the land

Drifting lazily upwards
pillars of smoke
rise ghost-like 
from the chimneys
On the ground below
the freshly fallen snow 
so quiet, so fragile
instils deep peace 
within my soul

Standing alone in the distance
a church steeple 
points majestically towards the sky
in silent testimony
of its God

Nothing stirs -
the sparrows have gone to bed
this cold winter's evening
dreaming pleasant dreams 
of tomorrow's spring
when new life will take form
in Nature's world
or perhaps they dream 
of yesterday's summer
when they flitted happily
from tree to tree
dancing in the sunshine
so happy to be alive 
and free

Yet, dream on 
my little friends
for even while you dream
cold winter must reign 
a little while longer
still blessing the earth 
with her deep silent beauty
--- as now the snow begins to fall
once more


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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.


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Mystic evening

A mystic evening

A mystic evening
There’s silence everywhere
The stars are shining
And I am standing there
As the full moon gazes down on me
This thing enters my soul.
As velvet spirit Makes me feel so whole.

My heart is quiet 
I feel such mystery
Something within me
Whispers ‘Let it be’
And everything is wonderful
As I feel a magic power
Which seems to fill my heart and make it flower.

No words can tell the way it is
For symbols they just be
Symbols cannot picture it
This sweet, sweet mystery.

My life be simple
As I gaze here at the night
I feel that moons glow
As everything feels right
Awareness comes on over me
And peace is everywhere.
As life just is, and I am standing there.


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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


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THANK HIM WITH A GRATEFUL, HAPPY HEART

I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!


That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.


"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"


And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   


"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 


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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.


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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 






 


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Witches

I was walking down at Green-bank park
Rather frightened as it was dark
There I fell into this ditch
And came across the most gruesome witch
At first she scared me half to death
As she sat there to my left
Her nose more pointed than I had seen
Face covered with moles and eyes so green
Her jacket was torn her hair was a mess
And holes were ladders to the hem of her dress
Before I could catch my breath with time
She began to sing some words of rhyme

Rickety .. Rackety I am a friendly witch
Be my friend and I shall grant you a wish
Just don’t you listen to all they say
Look here us witches are happy and gay
Look here us witches are happy and gay.

Then she told me a story of a witches life
Condemned bad and gone was her right
Burnt at the stake long in the past
But no evil spell did she ever cast
Just helped the people of the wood
For it was not them that misunderstood
It be the greedy ones of her time
Then took the medicine and called it mine
Then took the medicine and called it mine

So the tale they tell of Halloween
Is far from the truth, from what I had seen
Just look little girl as you will see
I may be ugly but evil not me
The cats we kept took care of the mice
And the hats we wore kept our ears from ice
We cleaned our homes with shrub broom
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room
As rosemary and lavender fragrance our room

Do tell do tell of our nurses today
Witches the same in their own kind of way
Potions and tonics from the herbs of old
Combine the mixture of modern parocetemol 
These wise and gentle ladies of our past
Only took upon one the doctors task
So little ‘O’ bright girl, now do tell me your view
Of withes and nurses do tell who’s who
Of witches and nurses do tell who’s who


Oh sweet lady for judging it is I whom feel the fool
But your memory is of evilness of that you were so cruel
In a sense, innocent I now know you to be
So I shall not run, I shall not turn and flee
The wish of that I ask, to be that of your friend
Now I truly understand this message that you send
No more shall I be afraid or listen to their say
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay
Of all you witches now I know to be so happy and gay

Rickety….Rackety I’m just a friendly so said witch
I possess no magic to grant you a wish
I only cared and took the sick in hand
Using the remedies produced by our land
Using the remedies produced by our                                                                      
land……………………


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An Artist's Dream

An Artist's Dream

Came from a huge family, a family of seven
Knew I was different, so different from the age of eleven
Why was this? I definitely can tell was a slow learner of
this I do know
Was the third youngest, stuck extremely to myself;
as time rolled on even though.

Everyone called me the quiet one and very tomboyish,
to the age of fourteen-fifteen
Watched all of my siblings, party, ramble and forceful with 
extreme measures it seems.
No one included me, so I made my own goal to set my own 
Someday I will go out west and learn to be some kind of artist
a dream.

This is how I became a pure country gal of purest heart and goals.
Within my own community and help little one's or older one's
with handicaps like mine,
Anyone that has ADHD or even ADD can reach anything with highest
self-esteem
I've walked many a mile and have a knowledge of learning new things.

And seeing all the beauty in nature and how the earth has evolved,
In many circumstances throughout biblical times; war times and many countries devastated beyond extremes
Does make this country gal purely invigorated and happy to live in
the country,
Where no crime or grime can touch my divine Christian old soul.

I'm truly a content woman walking in snowshoes to even make a snowman with a Pinocchio nose;
And have a Rudolf nose that makes even my nose turn red in coldest
weather.
Even love riding a sled downhill and fall off and make snow-angels
with my grand-children I truly adore,
They mean the world to me, much more than anyone knows.

Love painting popcorn different colors to hang on the tree
Home-made decorations goes an extra mile, even some baked goods
Entices everyone's tummies of shortbread cookies, gingerbread,
And all other specialties which I bake enthusiastically for everyone.
Anytime of the year; so I'll go many a mile to make anyone's life easier,
As easy as apple pie, raisin pie or even pumpkin pie.
For me life is a pure celebration of how happiness does really come within.

Written: Nov. 21, 2014
Eve T. M. Carter


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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


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


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My happy butterflies

My happy butterflies

Bright yellow wings, scalloped in velvety back, are fluttering 
In the mellow morning air,
Dancing in happy search of nectar on a purple, 
sweet scented clover bud.
Joined by his mate, equally wondersome decorated.
They greet each other in a joyful dance.

“Follow me, I know of a fragrant, red butterfly weed blossom
over here-- come on!”
“Oh yes, I like this! Now come and  taste this gorgeous orange-
 painted Zinnia.”
“Why, thank you, it’s quite good, I like it too!”

A goldfinch is clinging to a swaying milkweed, 
but it does not bother the frolicking couple,
It takes to the air, swooping  further down the colorful meadow,
While my happy Swallowtails found a rain puddle.
“Ah, this is just what we need , a cool drink,”
 they smile.


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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.


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The Strand

She paints a perfect picture
As she trawls the rocky strand
A muscle here a barnacle there
Enough to fill both hands
.
Two odd socks for one at least
will decorate her cast
Her hair tied up as best dad can
Which probably won't last
.
Bent double as she picks seashells
Her pants tag proudly showing
Her bag of shells light up her face
And leave her innocence glowing
.
She takes a moment to herself
To fix her favourite pose
She sips her drinka frown-filled thought
Her poem to compose
.
She spies a group of ducklings
Braving every wave
Excitement flairs as help she does
Each little one to save
.
Her gentle hands embrace each one
The highlight of her day
Her wondrous sight at each ones plight
As she helps them on their way
A day at the strand with Aoibha ...oh and the Ducks


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Walking the wetlands

Walking the wetlands. 

In the silence of the wetland trail
Pure life seeps into me
As cockatoos all black and bold
So loud, and oh, so free
Fly above, with wheeing cries
To land, this rain filled day 
Among the many Banksia trees
That grow along the way.

Two  mighty swans float proudly by
All black and handsome grace
They float upon the crystal lake
As smile lights up my face
There’s nothing could be sweeter than
This sweet wet, wondrous land
Walking through these soft wet trails
Makes a fellow feel so grand

Honey eaters flit about
They move from tree to tree
As a kookaburra calls
So bold and laughingly 
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
The sun lights up their sheen
And mesmerize me totally
And make my world serene.

There’s something about a lake or river
All filled up with wild birds
And Kangaroos, and reptiles too
 That get this old heart stirred
When I stroll along those gentle trails
I feel I’ve been reborn
But oh, I like it so much more
When rain does fill the morn.  

5 July 2013 @ 1310hrs.



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Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.


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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'


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


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THE WALKS

The Walks

I walk
And the trees talk
I watch
    for signs of wonder
As white winged creatures
     flutter by.
The king of the great expanse
     so giving of its radiance.
Yonder are the wispy clouds, inconspicuous as mare's tails.
As beyond the azure sky,
      a perfect calmness.
If I could reach (you) heavenward,
                                      a respite and a bliss!
Joyous wind is singing to me now,
calling,
befriending.
Paint me then the smile of Mona Lisa
    that never fades.
Brush strokes by the Fates.
Soles of my feet
     against the heaven's footstool -- 
uncomplaining.
Oh, the many walks.
What a joy the bosom finds!
            my heart is swelling.
As I take these outside wonders 
                                           within,
                                              divinely inspiring.

   


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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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.


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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 @ 


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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



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August 30th 2012

Summer is finally leaving to rest,
As the trees are ceasing to look their best.
Life... Gathering, running, taking flight.
Leaves are flying, yet never losing sight.
As the days grow shorter, nights even colder.
The trees grow bare...Although beauty is still there.
Listen as the leaves whisper, feel as the breeze brushes your cheek...
Winter is almost here, wildlife...it grows weaker.
But listen...can you hear it?
It's coming... wait! The fall, it's here...(;


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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.






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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.



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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 | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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 | Rhyme | |

Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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 | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


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 | Light Poetry | |

From Little Acorns

From Little acorns
One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes,
He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise.
Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway
He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday.
As he looked down to the ground
He saw a squirrel looking up.
But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup.
The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze
He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves.
They talked together way up high in the great oak tree
They caught the sun and got a tan 
They didn’t know the squirrel could see.
One day a great wind did blow
It ripped through all the trees,
It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves.
The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side,
The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide
The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around
Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground.
He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him
He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin
The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him.
The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot
The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top.
One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move
It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above
He had almost given in and admitted to defeat
But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet
His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight
He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might.
He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around
Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound
Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be 
He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree
He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb
One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.


Details | Free verse | |

Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly…fly..fly…with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay


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 | Lyric | |

Off to Margaret river

It’s coming up soon, we’ll be going
The all of us going south west
Were going to a place midst the vineyards
Whenever I’m there I feel blessed
We’re going, the whole of our family
Some cousins from England, they too
We’re off to that lush Margaret river
Oh lord I’ll be glad when we do.

I know we are going to enjoy it
There’s the river, the shops and the ocean
And wineries sometimes prove tempting
To some It’s a lovely devotion
To have one or two, or maybe some more
But I’m for me beer, and me cider
But here in this place by the river
My smile it does ever grow wider

Oh yippy I oh, I do love it so
When all of us go off together
We’ll have us a ball, in a wonderful place
It don’t matter what be the weather
I love it when I’m in the country
With nothing to worry about
Except just enjoying, each wonderful day
This shall be, on this have no doubt.

4 May 2013 @ 1345hrs.


Details | Romanticism | |

The Trees

I went for a walk
One evening in the suburbs.
I become lost easy in the beauty,
Of nature.

The air was cool and the wind blew soft and melow,
through the trees the wind made music.
The tree tops blew from left to right,
I stopped and fell in love with the trees.

The Trees looked down upon me,
they smiled down at me.
I looked up and saw the trees,
the large, green trees,
beautiful and full of life.

The birds living in the trees,
flying high over the tree tops,
I've seen beauty in nature,
but nothing matched the beauty of the trees.
The trees were my life.

I went to the park,
like the trees, the park was full of life,
and more trees stood there, high and proud.
The trees were beautiful and reminded me of peace.
I walked and took in the beauty.

I continued to walk down the avenues,
and on the sides were lines of tall barked, oak trees.
I had passed a tree, and had noticed a strage marking.
I heart shaped box, with initals of loved ones.
"Love you forever." was carved into the trunk of the beautiful tree.

I looked at those initials carved in the trunk,
and I shead a tear.
Envy and Wrath grew in my heart,
for I had no one to love.
But I thought to myself. Just then,
I found myself in love with the nature of the trees.

The trees were there,
The trees making sweet music with the swerling winds,
and I fell in love.
Soon after I found a tree, that had been cut down.
The emotions had boiled my blood and I fell to my knees,
and I cried, for my fallen love.

I looked at the cracked branches and the dying leaves,
I quickly wiped the tears away and took in a deep breath,
and I looked over to my right and left and saw the trees.
The trees all around me, sorrowful and crying with me
for the fallen tree.

The trees were always there for me.


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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

A Winter Snow

a wish for snow is what I hope
try ice fishing or sledding down a slope

but even though it dose get chilly
most people want spring, and that seems silly 

this is a wonderful season, maybe it's just me
there are few other people who also love to see

snow falling softly from the sky
and watching beautiful sunsets, while birds fly by


Details | Free verse | |

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.


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 | Rhyme | |

Happy And Sad

From the cloudy blue sky , Through the birds that freely fly high . I am happy ! With those animals and trees , With those flowers and bees . I am happy ! For those kites and planes , And those sweet , sweet sugar canes . I am happy ! With those green hills , There's something i really feels . I am happy ! Those are things that makes me HAPPY . . . . But one thing that makes me sad , The thing that I am alone and you're not by my side .


Details | Rhyme | |

Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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.


Details | Haiku | |

Field

Hibiscus' bloom,
Subtle scent of lavender;
A field of flowers...


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 | |

The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


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 | Quatrain | |

Farewell, Sweet Summer

Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old mission bells
Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps

Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths
As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers
Not many seem saddened at all by this death
And for this passing mourners won’t raise a bier

Autumn is born, its gestation complete
We excitedly awaited your cool advent
No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat
Gone is the summer of our hot discontent

Yes! Fall is born! Let’s give it a name!
It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes
Soon it will set the landscape aflame
As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves

Freed from arthritic twigged branches
As fingers release shiny gold coins
Nature’s allegro pirouette dancers
Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi

Others float gently through brisk afternoon air
Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes
Landing softly on a grassy blanket there
To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake


Details | Ballade | |

Breakfast in Nornalup

The sun shines through a misty haze
As the river sparkles so
A love song plays on the radio
And the whole world seems to glow
The suns rays turn to a billion gems
Before my very eyes
And a magic, mystic harmony
It all around me lies.

Two brown ducks hang around my legs
As I blow some music out
These ducks take pleasure in my tunes
Of this there be no doubt
As I give some bread to each of them
Those hungry little fellows
And watch them gobble it all up
On this morning soft and mellow

The wife and daughter in the kitchen
They call out ‘chow is up’
There’s eggs, and bacon, and fried bread
And hot tea in a cup
Then Gus, the dog comes bounding up
To cadge his share of food
On this morning here in Nornalup
I’m in a bliss filled mood.


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 | Quatrain | |

Winter Solace

Snow outside has mounded high.
But I am here with you.
Cozy, cuddled, we two sigh.
The silver sky, now, blue.

Hot chocolate steams in each cup.
Your breath streams on my brow.
Two as one are lifted up.
Embraced by love’s endow.

Winter solace feels my heart.
Outside fawns loose their spots.
Spring shall bring a brand new start.
For now, happy teapots.

© November 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Write me a Happy Poem 	
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts


Details | Rhyme | |

An Old Man's Walk With Nature

Springtime is here once again,
as the animals scurry out of their dens.
The trees are all budding with young fresh leaves,
as the flowers are blooming making way for the bees.
The taste of their necter is oh so sweet,
the beauty of nature in his mind he keeps.
Cubs are following their mama bear,
as they play in the woods with not a care.
Woodpeckers are pecking at an old rotton tree,
hoping to spot a treasure to please.
The birds are flying scattered all around,
while digging for worms in a moist soggy ground.
The squirrels are jumping from tree to tree,
hiding in places knowone can see.
An old man is resting on a hill up high,
while taking it easy watching the clouds pass by.
He loves to sit in the home of the wild,
to watch the animals of the meek and mild.
He talks to God in this peaceful land,
confident his make will lead him by the hand.
Someday soon he will see his wife's face,
to give her a hug to love and embrace.
This land will be their's Heaven to roam and be free,
happiness for eternity they will someday be.


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Country Night

Sun sets, moon rises
Lake water ripples smoothly
Plop of a bass fish


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I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE!!!!

Written by Ann Wilson on

October 31 st  2006

I WAS BORN IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE LEAVE ME ALONE AND` LET ME 
BE ME.THE OCEAN IS WHERE MAMALS WERE  MEANT TO STAY AND MEANT 
TO BE. THE OCEAN IS WHERE I WAS MEANT TO BE. FREE TO BE ME.AS THE 
WATERS I SWIM EACH AND EVERY DAY.I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE PUT ON 
DISPLAY TOO LOOK AT AND DO TRICKS FOR THE CROWD THE OCEAN IS 
WHERE I WANT TO PLAY.YOU ARE ALL FOOLS TO THINK THIS IS TRUE WHY 
MUST YOU BE VERY  CRUEL.THE OCEAN IS WHERE I AM THE HAPPIEST YOU 
SEE. YOU MAY NOT SEE IT MY WAY AND YOU MIGHT DISAGREE.THE OCEAN 
WITH THE SALT WATERS IS MEANT FOR ALL OF THE DOLPHINS AND ME IT 
NEEEDS `TO BE MY WAY AND THATS OK.I DON'T WANT TO DO TRICKS YOU 
NEED TO SEE IT MY WAY. SAVE ME TODAY LET ME BE BACK IN THE OCEAN. 
THE FACTS ARE CLEAR I CAN LIVE A  LONGER LIVE HERE.CAN YOU HAVE A 
HEART SO  LISTEN TO ME YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS MEAN TO BE. OR IS 
YOUR HEART SO COLD AND MEAN. I AM DEEPLY SAD PLEASE GIVE ME A 
CHANCE. I KNOW I AM NOT WRONG I KNOW WHERE I BELONG. WITH THE 
WAVES I GO SPLASHING JUMPING UP AND DIVING SO HIGH. LADIES AND 
GENTLEMEN BOYS AND GIRLS I WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN. LET ME GO 
HOME IS WHERE I BELONG IN THE CLEAR WATERS YOU KNOW THATS 
TRUE. I AM GLAD YOU HAVE LISTEN TO WHAT I HAD TO SAY.NO I AM HAPPY 
NOT SAD AND BLUE I AM .HAPPY NOW TODAY .GOODBYE TO ALL. I THANK 
YOU SO FOR LETTING ME BE FREE BEING BORN IN THE OCEAN AND 
REMAINING THERE MEANS ALOT TO ME. SPLISH SPLASH I AM MAKING MY 
DASH NOW I AM AS HAPPY AS CAN BE. THANK YOU ALL FOR LISTENING TO 
THIS MAMMAL THAT I AM. DEEP DOWN WE ALL KNOW ITS TRUE I WAS BORN 
IN THE OCEAN WILD AND FREE




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Snow

Looking out my window when the air is cold and brisk
I see the sun is shining and my heart is filled with bliss
Knowing that in this beauty nothing can go amiss

The snow is new and glistneng in it's white and untouched glory
Waiting for children to come and play, making their own happy story

As I watch new snow falls and there is magic in the air
I feel the elation of everyone that is there
Creating a snow man with spagetii for hair

Soon they'll come inside, cold and dripping wet
The children, they are all as happy as they can get

I await their smiling faces inside by the fire
With hot chocolate and listening to Cristmas songs sung by a chior

Jacque Graham
11/1/11


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Hummingbird Inclinations

            Hummingbird Inclinations

Hummingbirds make blues and reds more vivid
Thin tongues dipped in sweet delicious depths
Hovering above their favorite thing
Who knew flowers could be so tasty
With beaks sunk deep into the sacred sanctuary
Nectar makes the perfect breakfast at great speeds
Hummingbirds take risks and chances being out in day
They are so cute and tiny on the wing
Bird snatchers are dangerous nasty people
With nets they could catch them and make them sing
Keep them from Mother Nature in the spring
Hold them for ransom or other felonious things
That snatchers are known to do
Hummingbirds fly backwards in time
With gentle precision and inclinations
To find flowers they left behind 
They stir up images of oranges and yellows as they fly
And paint a pretty picture in our minds 



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My FOREVER LOVE

“Ah!  Good Morning, Glad to see YOU :  Happy Valentine’s Day
  I’m off to find my Heartbeats LOVE : will YOU guide me on the way?
  I’ve ne’er been down the path of LOVE, I’ve ne’er been on this Trail
 I’ll walk across the brilliant Rainbows : Stand upon the Sunsets : Pale ::
Against Your illuminating Beauty, Gleaming LOVE ; outshining the Sun
While the Beauty of Mother Nature Cries ; for She knows Her reign is Done
The Tapestry of Her Splendor ; Kaleidoscopic hues of each season of the Year
I console Mother Nature assuring Her beauty lives Forever, as I wipe away HER TEAR
A fork in the Path, now what do I do; to the right there’s a Light, left there’s no view
Onward My Heart Pulsates toward a Voice as a mythical Siren : Mystically calls me
I am close I can feel the Heat of LOVE, from a distant she’s watching Me
As I round the Finally bend, She faces the sun “ Haloed “ by Glorious Sunbeams
Turning Around, in a Golden Gown , her Piercing Forest Earthen Eyes  the Dreams::
I dreamt since Youth ; A reality of Beauty has come to me with her Heavenly Charms
                         HAPPY VALENTINES DAY : BARBARA JEAN 
 I will ALWAYS LOVE YOU, Kiss YOU,  Hug  YOU; FOREVER hold YOU in my Arms

Dedicated to Barbara Jean Gorlick For Valentine's Day and ETERNITY


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Dawn's Early Morn

This morning I took my coffee outside
While sitting and waiting for my son to arrive,
Sat in my lawn chair listening and watching
a woodpecker peck at the wood,
Even at this time of morn; brings beautiful
feelings which I can't hide.

As I was looking at autumns falling leaves;
soon had to prepare to drive.
While listening to the woodpecker took my
binoculars and found three beehives up
high which stood.
upon viewing the skies and dawn's sun arise
The majestic of the dawn's early morn.

Leaves nothing on one's perception upon to
Fill your soul; nothing can compare to living
in the woods and feeling wise.
The glorifying beauty intensifies the mightiest
of the scorn,
Living in the country does make a person feel 
like being whole. 

This feeling does make me want to write, write, 
write
Many poems, stories and gibberish to ones 
fantasy of forlorn,
Does make many happy memories to entice
an ecstatic feeling upon my soul,
So fantastic, enthusiastic feelings will definitely
write to delight, 
In the early, early dawn's sunrise,
In the early, early dawn's sunrise.

Written: Oct. 16, 2014
Eve T.M.Carter


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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!!


Details | ABC | |

Victorious hummingbird

Hummingbird flitting 
to and fro
whizzed sound 
of beautiful colors
making my heart flutter fast
like wings of the beauty I watch

holding still 
in gentle breeze
poised graceful midair
the warm air pressing

As he drinks sweet nectar
smoothly he hovers 
drinking with greed

added to picture of delight
another hummingbird appears
suddenly diving aggressive
in his plight to quench thirst

circles do these two go!
fighting for treasured feast
but the wisest award goes to
patient little one on the side

swooping around chaos
eating peacefully

while the others fight


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Clouds

Clouds
(Written while gazing out the window of an airplane while flying back home from 
California).

Clouds amidst the aqua blue sky
Thousands of them tossing and turning
Clouds amidst the golden universe
Reveling and yearning
Oh to be treated with the respect that is due a cloud
A pillow for the heavens
Come and sit beneath these golden gems
And let your imagination run wild
Dolphins, elephants, horses, whales
Where ever your imagination takes you
For to be perched upon a white fluffy cloud
Places the universe in a new perspective

Gwendolen Rix
7-31-14


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Mousey Spouse

as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of mosstly plush
stilled the patter of feet in rush
tiny rodent playful mouse
running home to mousey spouse
feet wet with dampened dew
over tiny landscape flew
loving whiskers touching nose
twitching twitterly happy prose
home and heart safe and sound
under brush within a mound
home is where the hearts do meet
at the end of wet tracks of little feet

Portmanteau:
Moss softly = mosstly
Twitterly = twitter happily


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Hurricane Wilma

As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.

Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.

Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.

For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.

Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.

Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.

Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.

The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.

Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.

But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.


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Mrs Robin

I am looking out my window
The sky is overcast
Mrs. Robin scurries across my lawn
Oblivious to the weather forecast

They're calling for rain and thunder
But Mrs. Robin is not alarmed
Her only concern is finding worms
And protecting her babies from harm

She's happy with her simple life
Just carrying out nature's plan
We would all do well to pay attention
Good advice for our fellow man

Get back to a simpler way of life
Just be happy you're alive
Feeling the love of family and friends
It's the only way to survive

Sound like a Utopian existence?
I've been called a dreamer before
No doubt we've got to start somewhere
Before the world we know is no more

©Jack Ellison 2012


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I Am

I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
 
© Copyright  Ann Rich   2006


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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 | List | |

To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born….

When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One
When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat
When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat
When the Angels could not even sing in unison 
When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon
When the charming moon lacked its own charisma
When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma
When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man 
When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan
When my mother decided her own time to conceive 
When my older brother was not willing to receive
When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat
When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not 

To this world I was born….

Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve
To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived
To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells 
To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels
To witness the golden sun rising from the east
To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss
To make a wish upon the great northern star
To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car
Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde
To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round 
To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully
To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully
To shine, against all odds, to the entire world

Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand
Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end



 


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A Storm in my Ming

Lightning cracked the sky and thunder rumbled, rain lashed and all was dark,
A terrible storm but the heat is not cooled and hot fetid air remained stale,
Thunder was my loss, and heat was my anger, of a very dear lifelong friend,
The rain was my tears falling from swollen eyes I stood alone in my darkness.

Heavy steel black clouds scudded across skies and viciously poured cold rain
Air became rancid and a new wave of anger etched into my dark heart and soul
A loss too hard to face as the thunder cracked my mind was in a place so dark,
By a quiet garden where bodies lay I cannot remember any happiness of my past.

No more happy greetings no more joy in thinking no more joy in anything at all,
A wasted friend in a wasted world a dark frightening place to live in all alone,
Trying to sleep through nights sliding hours the longest night hours ever known,
Thinking of meadows, beautiful boiling streams my darkest thoughts always return.

Walking together down long winding paths but now I cannot see any beauty anymore,
Those happy times we had no longer exists, as happiness is an emotion for fools,
There is a flaming coal inside my head it has scorched and burned sweet memories,
All that is left is hatred anger and revenge with wretched pictures from the past. 


 




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For Kids at Heart

It’s days of sunshine I am after
Filled with play, song and laughter.
Would you like to come along?
Together, we’ll sing a happy song.

Little ones, look into the sky
Watch the pretty birds fly by.
Listen to them sing happy songs,
Aren’t you glad you came along?

Look over there upon that log,
A big old, slimy, silly frog.
Watch him as he croaks his song.
Aren’t you glad you came along?

The fish are coming to the top.
Throw them some food, so they don’t stop.
It’s amazing when they swim about
Doesn’t it make you want to shout?

Over there, now, quick! Look, a squirrel.
I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl.
Don’t get too close, you’ll scare it away.
Aren’t you glad you came today?


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Happiness

Happiness should be everywhere 
Reasons to be happy are plenty there 
See the flowers, the waterfall and the greenery 
Smile to the best of your thoughts and the imaginary  
The flowers of variety 
Do express their dignity 
For you to be happy always 
Feel the brightness of the sunrays 
At night you can experience the gentleness 
Where you still can feel happiness 
The tantalizing light the moon exhibits      
The stars so high to be a sign of wits 
The morning with the freshness of the air 
Where you seek the goodness and care  
The colorful butterfly flaunts its beauty 
Budges on the shrubs and looks pretty 
Happiness is so necessary 
No need to be in fury 
You may get what you are willing 
 Be happy and smiling 


Details | I do not know? | |

PICTURES

Pictures and smiles a families great descise.
Photographs of a normal family an illusion of what it secretly hides.
The family portrait in the hall is one of our biggest lies.
Our grins leave out what our eyes confides.
That day we were playing in the yard.
He got mad and beat me with a crow bar.
The pictures of my parents in Mexico left her scared.
He bashed her head in to the steering wheel of the car.
The pictures of little Travis playing with his new bike.
He was supposed to be happy but it wasn’t right.
Our dad picked up a PCP pipe for his strike.
When it comes to you father how are you suppose to fight.
It’s amazing what you don’t see in pictures.
It’s amazing how the truth is so easy to ignore.
People can be so blinded by wall fixtures.
It brings new meaning to what pictures are for.
The pictures of our happy family at the beach
Ended when my father was buried 6 feet.
My mother grabbed a knife the only thing in reach.
Now with her in jail my families incomplete.
Pictures hide so many things.
Pain only these pictures bring.


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Hopscotch

Taking a short cut down an alley, I saw a gleam of sunshine,
It had dried the pavements so children could chalk hopscotch,
Small children to much older children all joined in together,
Throwing their stones into the right boxes so they could play.

How sweet it was to hear such happy laughter see bright cheeks,
The freshness of true innocence that would put adults to shame,
Running in this dark little alley way, the paving was cracked,
But they were all so very happy as they didn't know any better.

They are noisy and this time we will let it go and not complain,
To see so much joy in squalid surroundings makes a tear well up
Wearing hand-me-down clothes so thin ragged so badly neglected
From now if something petty annoys me I will think of hopscotch.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Walk With God

Clouds roll by and the rains come down
In the distance, lightening, rolling thunder.
Around me I see ... Nature ...Perfection,
Tended, beautified by Gods direction!

He smiles with love and pleasure to see,
Exquisite joy and life, happy and carefree.
The happy moments in life are few,I know,
Twas by His grace I enjoyed the show!

Oft times, my heart is heavy and I have't
the will to hum a song,
He gives me strength and courage, then I
Move right along!
To my garden, filled with plants, flowers
Rocks and trees.
I am surrounded by beauty and many memories!

He and I often walk along the ocean waters edge,
Peace and tranquility, ocean and sand meet.
Waves, frothy and white, break cool on my feet.

How very small I am, compared to the universe.
Wondrous creations, life under skies of blue,
Mysterious, marvelous wonders, our God can do!

At the ocean,vast and wide,I know who I am.
I am at peace,feet and toes sifting in sand,
I close my eyes, rest on Him, enjoy my space,
In this place and at this time, I am here
By Gods Love and Grace!





Details | I do not know? | |

Depression (2005)

On a sunny day it feels dark and cold
Having mighty huge arms
But nothing to hold
No one understands and labels you 'mad'
One minute your happy 
And the next minute your sad
Be happy everyone keeps saying
Easier said then done 
You try but the demon keeps on outweighing
You can fall and be in total despair
Everything is grey and has no connection
You reach for help and it seems as no one cares
Its can happen to me and can happen to you
Mental health is just as important as physical health
Its just like catching a cold or flu


Be open minded and try to understand

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