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Ripe Mangos

Ripe Mangos
overripe mangos falling from a pregnant tree- worms ready for feast


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Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


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Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


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Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Burning Our Dreams Into Cold, Dark Ashes

Shall we dance to music 
of misty dawns
Celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
join in Nature's treasures
stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of its silent sound
the depth of its holy ground

Or just remember to praise
joy it shall forever raise
Songs in our hearts that give
paradise glimpses as we live
Pause to gaze at covering sky
stir its birds to forever fly
into arcs of colorful flashes
burning our dreams into cold, dark ashes!

Robert J. Lindley  09-29-2014

Note. - Greatly shortened rewrite of a poem I wrote in 1981.


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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


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The Mulberry Tree And Its Birds Part Two

A GIFT FOR EVERYONE ESPECIALLY FOR CHILDREN The Mulberry Tree & its Birds IMPORTANT NOTE: Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5dpe5_GRKE One day When Bulbul* was warbling On its branches A strange big bird with round beak Came over there To eat Mulberry’s sweet fruits The bird was expert In changing its colors Like the colorful sky But like some arrogant child She could not make anyone It’s friend on the Mulberry tree. By the time Anyone could have spotted its beauty It suddenly changed its colors And became invisible, Before others While hiding behind the leafs And the branches of the Mulberry Alone the bird came over there And alone she flew away Without any friend For some other tree. 10 Suddenly, The sparrows began to chirp Watching a Koyal* sitting Somewhere very close to them On a nearby branch of a tree. But, strangely, for all of them A Neelkanth* also Came over there And opened before them Its beautiful blue color wings. From where the Neelkanth came And for what destination, It would leave no one knows. Before the eyes Could have feasted fully All that, beauties of the Birds And the beauty, All around, the Mulberry tree A Yellow Green bird Came to drink, Water filled in a Pot Which was lying on my terrace, Not very far off From the Mulberry tree. 11 In those moments It seemed to me, As if, someone has opened A treasure Of precious, colorful birds For the tree. 12 The Shahtoot*, Used to play often The Music Of flapping sound, Of its leafs Whenever, the wind blows With, its strengths, While, touching the leafs And shaking its branches While saying slowly In the ears of the Mulberry “Dear Shahtoot – Create Music in the air” So that, we may dance together On the tunes of the wind. 13 And then the Mulberry Began to show Its beautiful dance On the tunes Of the fast blowing winds And watching that dancing beauty Of the Mulberry tree And the beauty Of its dancing leafs, The birds Often used to get filled With an unknown Happiness and joy But, sometimes The dance of the Mulberry tree Causes fear in birds And then they began to make Loud noises like crying To show their fear and anger. 14 But, when they were happy The birds began, to chirp loudly As if, They were greeting, the Mulberry For such a wonderful dance and music. 15 I used to get astonished and lost To see, Such an excellent beauty And grandeur of Nature Which, always reminds me My relations with you, O’ Shahtoot, which is as old, As are the days, of my childhood When we used to play Kilkil Kaantaa* On the lower branches, of your tree And my childhood friends Used to come like birds Searching the chalk lines Made by me, on your branches And cutting them To tell that they have found The treasure, hidden by me. 16 But, I always feel sad O’ my dear friend, Shahtoot That I could not save you From those onslaughts Due to which You just vanished, Suddenly one day For ever and forever. 17 Now, that place Where, the Mulberry used to smile Every Morning and every day Hardly get any birds To listen to, the melodies of Koyal* And the chirping sound And music of Bulbul* and of the sparrows. Even our, kids and children Of today Hardly get, any opportunity To see now colorful birds Flying and sitting On a branch of tree. They almost never see The Neelkanth* flying in the air While showing, it’s gorgeous Beautiful blue wings To tell the story of its birth O’ my dear friend Shahtoot*. 18 But, perhaps This Poem on you, O’ my friend ‘Shahtoot’ Would make you immortal For ever Because, now you would live In the hearts of everyone And you would bloom On the mind and hearts Of little kids and children Who would plant more and more Mulberry trees So that colorful birds may Keep coming on their trees And they may enjoy The beauty of Nature which lies In Plants, Trees, Birds And Animals. Such efforts of the Of kids and children Would make you immortal For ever and forever When they would listen to This story of yours And of the singing birds Which always come On your trees In the season of Mulberry. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 10th November 2013 NOTE: Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and US copyrights. *Bulbul=A sweet singing Bird of India *Koyal= A melody Bird of India Shahtoot= The Hindi name of Mulberry tree and its fruits *Kilkil Kaantaa= Kilkil Kaantaa* A child game of India in which,one player makes some lines by chalk on any such object which can be searched by the other player to cut these lines and win. Note: In this Poem I have not placed only a small part of this unique story which would be the real attractions of my Video based on this unique story.Hope you would like that full wonderful story of my Video as and when it would be placed on my You Tube Channel. Love and best wishes..Ravindra K Kapoor


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Catapult-w

I don’t know how, why and from where I got the idea of catapult
One reason I can think of now is, I got all the parts free of cost.
From branches of any of the tree could easily get forked stick first
From the bicycle of my dad’s burst tube I got rubber band for it.

Now as for the stones, they were available a-plenty on the sea
I along with my friends used to play with the catapult with glee. 
With people watching our game, used to shoot on the seashore
Someone would come and asked us, “Can’t you shoot farther?”

One day while returning home, we stopped at a tree with berries
And started shooting the berries as we were all full of frolics.
All of a sudden a bird fell down, fluttered its wings with pain,
Many collected the berries, stuffed into their pockets and gone.

One of my best friend said, Wait I am coming back with water
Returned with a glass of water, sprinkled on the bird with care.
The birdie soon was on its feet, walked and flew away later.
We made for the home, though somewhat sad but cooler.

Next day incidentally the language teacher read a poem of *Kalapi
“O birdie, eat happily, sing your songs, I wouldn’t afflict injury”.
Next day I nailed the catapult into the back of my home’s door
I found the catapult there, when I visited my house last summer.

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*Regional Poet of India of 19th century having many similar life and work as John Keats.
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Fourth place winner in:
Contest: Toyland sponsored by Linda-marie, sweetheart of PS


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This lake so beautiful

This Lake so beautiful.

The lake so very beautiful
Paints pictures in my mind
Ducks, Ibis, and Pelicans
And birds of every kind
Mix with the shades of many greens
And the clouds that ride the sky
All these things added together
Make me one happy guy

A Kookaburra in a tree
Gives out his ghostly laugh
Giving a sense of solitude
On the silent morns behalf.
And all around that lake there lies
Islands green and tiny
As morning sun shines on the lake
It looks so sheeny, shiny. 

The other shore holds many homes
Their roofs of reddish brown
Appear to me like in a movie
Of a little lakeside town
White egrets wade in the water
Their world all harmony
As two black swans come floating by
With all their mystery.

A flock of seagulls fly above
There whiteness oh, so pure
As the sun shines down on them
I’m filled with such allure
Oh, all the beauty of this lake
 Gives to me so much joy
And fills my mind with memories
That nothing could destroy.









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Morning bliss

Morning bliss

I walk along this wetland trail
All lined with twisted trees
As they join in nature’s symphony
Dancing upon the breeze
A ring necked Parrot sings his song
Some magpies warble low
As the sun shining from deep blue sky
It makes the morning glow.

The peaceful lake reflects the sun
As Ducks quack lazily
The wattle bird gives grating calls
That echo through the trees
Corella parrots screeching loudly
Do fly above my head
As I walk this bush land trail
With joy within my tread

A Kookaburra laughs out loud
In a haunting kind of way
It seems the whole world is alive
On this sunny winters day
I walk, my camera in my hand
Snapping pictures everywhere
With my feet as light as feathers
My mind with not one care.


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Half an hour before sunrise

Half an hour before sunrise.

Half an hour before the Sunrise
That’s a time I love the best
The silence is so beautiful
And the morning feels so fresh.
That’s when the birds all start to sing
As they celebrate the day
And tell the world it is that time
The Sun is on its way.

I look out from my window
At the trees across the way
As those birds sing in them joyfully
And greet the new born day.
As the Sun peeps through those two tall trees
It’s such a wondrous sight
As it awakens in my soul 
Such strains of pure delight.

Half an hour before the sunrise
It’s a magic time of day
As all the dust of the day before
It has been swept away.
As those birds they sing so sweetly
I think they’re telling me
Wake up my child, wake up, wake up!! 
And feel life’s mystery.


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Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


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My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.






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In Pemberton

In Pemberton

I sit here in the afternoon
{The folk all gone, they’ll be back soon}
I hear sheep calling far away
Cicadas sing, it’s a lovely day!
In Pemberton where the grass grows green
And everything seems so serene

Ravens call from a bushy tree
Such a lonely kind of symphony
As sun all dressed in yellow gold
Makes greenest, greens more bright and bold
In Pemberton where the big trees grow
And all of nature seems to glow.

It’s a place all dressed in wondrous hues 
Where giant trees grow straight and true
If I had to choose, I’m telling you
It’s Pemberton where I’d head to.
There is no finer place to go
It’s a place where life just seems to flow

Those parrots and sweet fairy wrens
And many others, I watch them
I rise at dawn with day begun
And walk beneath that morning sun
In Pemberton where the air’s so clear
Ahh, Pemberton, it’s Heaven here.


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Haiku Calendar

Haiku Calendar 
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  


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The Old Tree

It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes


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Deadly Raven

Sitting atop the old decaying tree Is a deadly raven quite pathetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see An unsuspecting group thinks they are free Raven thinks of a move that’s genetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree No-one knows what it’s like to truly be One of this group, death is just magnetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see Down he swoops taking one soul completely Returns to tree, looking quite poetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree The raven smiles as he caws wickedly Soul collecting might be more aesthetic Where his lusting eyes do more than just see The raven flies high looking lustfully All that he’s collected that’s prophetic Sitting atop the old decaying tree Where his lusting eyes do more than just see
Russell Sivey


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Wildflowers

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

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

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

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

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


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songs from the woods


            walking silently with the spirits of the woods 
             the stunning acquaintance of a snowy Owl
             Hearing songs from many around yet not seen or found
           
             careful your crossing a coral snake or copperhead
             preparing to wave all rights to see beauty to live
             one piercing bite from the red and yellow snake 
             deadly shy snake sudden death may await your fate

             stillness and earth is touched with Cherokee blood 
             many tribes with sage and fires dances the brave
             you see the wild mustangs ride and deer in mind
             the squirrels the rabbits and wolves you hear
 
              the woods once a many land to explore
              becomes extinct with Mans desire to build more
              how much can we take before it is gone forever

              entered  " in the woods contest "


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Breath of sweetness

Breath of sweetness

The breath of sweetness in the air
On this cooling winters day
Flows into the soul of me
As I move along my way
I walk the trail that follows lake
All rimmed with dark green trees
And watch with wonder in my soul
As they dance upon the breeze

A flock of brightly colored parrots
Do fly above my head
All green, and red, with shades of blue
They lighten some, my tread
As those trees all shades of fluffy green
Do shelter sparkling lake
I dance within the shades of magic
That come with each daybreak.

The grass grows tall along the banks
As the sky, an azure blue
Be the canvas for the morning sun
That enhances morning hues
So all alone beside this lake
This beauty touches me
And tells me of another world
All filled with mystery.


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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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The Birch

The Birch

We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
 Historical event many times with pride	
 Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason 
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
 Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings 
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious	
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs	
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
 


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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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My Choir

My Choir

A wondrous day it is today
I sit here all alone
In the garden, chilling out
Like I have turned to stone
Then the birds, they get warbling
So I reach for my guitar
These birds they have inspired me
I’m making like a star.

I start off playing simple blues
That’s all I really know
And playing blues is guaranteed
To make my being glow
As the song birds seem to follow me
To accompany me somehow
And as we sing in harmony
It seems there’s only now.

Oh what things do touch ones soul
When you’re living in the now
And joining with those little birds
It seems to me that somehow
We are all in this together
With the breeze and the dancing trees
As I play my blues with all my heart
It gives me sweet release

23 August 2013 @ 1737hrs.



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Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

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

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

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


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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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All Creatures Big and Small

In his wisdom God
Created all creatures with
Deep love and purpose


BEAUTIFUL BIRD

Beautiful bird perched
on tree limb under moon's glow
elegantly dressed

GRAZING HORSES

Clouds rest on tree tops
lumpy feather beds billow
horses graze in snow
Jan. 24, 2007

SILENT BIRD

Proud bird perched so high
silently viewing the world
We await his song
Dec. 23, 2007

I BEHOLD A RAINBOW

Sun and humming birds
mingle while rainbows arch high
drawing eyes skyward

THE BATHER

Tiger baths his wounds
cold water soothes like medicine
he will fight again
October 1, 2007

RUNNING FREE

In him peace abides
Little fellow young and free
God's true gift to me
Dec. 19, 2007

Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing


Details | Ballade | |

In the country

In the country

When I’m in the country
I feel so very grand
There’s something kind of magic
That takes me by the hand
I feel just like a mystic
When I’m gazing at the sea
Or sitting on a river bank
All loose and fancy free.

When I hear the bird song
In the early morning hours
Among the Karri forests
It gives me so much power
When I’m in the wetlands
It’s a feeling just as fine
It feels like I’m an emperor
The whole wide world is mine

When the sun is smiling
In the very early morn
And I’m walking through a forest
I feel like I’m reborn
I’m all of this, I’m everything
Every river, bird, and tree
All of everything I am
I am eternity.

14 March 2014 @ 1720hrs.



Details | Ode | |

Ode


The juggler moves his fingers fast, 
he likes to smile and to deceive, 
when people laugh at his recast, 
his goal's higher things to achieve, 
for Bathsheba applauds and laughs.

Her hands she claps with sullen glee, 
changed him to a marionette, 
that sprawls for her obediently, 
       jinxed tragicomical duette, 
       he jumps defeating gravity.

The juggler walks on tightened rope, 
St. Bernard will protect his act, 
frail equilibrium's postponed, 
he'll pass across, crows' croaks detract, 
agleam granite pavement's below.

Unmoved he laid, (lost souls misgive) , 
the juggler sprawled did not bemoan, 
the sawbones's charlatan and thief, 
as Bathsheba failed to dethrone, 
the clown's tangential unknown grief.

© G. V. 12/23/2012, All Rights Reserved
( Iambic tetrameter form.)



Details | Ballade | |

I love it all

I love it all

I love this sense of mystery
That’s everywhere around
I love the sweetness, and the joy
That ever can be found
In this world of nature
As the birds, they sing their songs
It’s in this world of mystery
That I really do belong.

I love to watch those dancing trees
As they’re captured by the breeze
I love to walk on green, green grass
My life has so much ease
When I dance with nature
And let it take my hand
I love the wonder of each day
It feels so very grand.

I love it when the morn is born
And the sky is filled with light
I love to watch that sun come up
It’s such a wondrous sight
And every time the day does end
That silence in the air!!!
I love it all, oh, yes I do
Such joy is everywhere.

21 March 2014 @ 0630hrs.


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Black Cockatoos, and rain

Black Cockatoos, and rain.

It’s a dance,  a wondrous dance
A story of delight
A show of so much magnitude
As the sun is shining bright
The trees be dancing on the wind
As big black birds fly high
And screech unto the power of God
As the morning passes by.

These cockatoos they fly on over
Such drama in their flight
This multitude of screaming birds
They give me such delight
They land upon the Banksia trees
And start their flurried feed
Tearing branches as they go
They’re a destructive breed

As the, morning dance goes on
I’m filled with mystery
In this world where I live in
It’s such a joy to me
As crazy birds make such a din
And the rains they come again
This be the early morning song
These black birds, and the rain.

16 May 2014 @ 1012hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Mockingbird

Written March 26, 2013


Hey you way up there in the tree
Hiding away for none to see
No I don't know why you refuse to be
Why can't you just see what I've seen
Hey little mockingbird don't mock me
It's these mystical one-eyed dreams
Keeping me from tossing myself
Twenty thousand underneath the sea

I am what I am
I've gone too far to rescind
These wonderful twisted dreams
Where we're skipping stones by the stream
I know what I feel
Now you're even more real
All I know is how to weep
With the birds lulling me fast asleep


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The Birds and The Breeze




the seed carriers nature's tree planters at work the birds and the breeze


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 | Lyric | |

I give you me

I give you me

The green grass all around me
Seems so velvet soft this morning
As two wagtails whistle tunefully
As we sit amidst the Roses
Your blue eyes look so gentle
 And send your magic essence right into me.

My mystic, magic maiden
How you smile just like an angel
As the sadness in your eyes it whispers to me
That you have suffered cruelly
And because I love you truly
I know that I must treat you tenderly.

I’ll do my best, to make you happy
I’ll give you joy, I’ll give you me
I’ll give you all I have 
so very joyfully
I‘ll give you me….All of yours I be..

I’ll love you magic maiden
Till the day we be no more
You have my heart, so treat it very gently
We’ll face our lives together
Through fine and stormy weather
You’ll always have my love
I give you me.

Sept 6 2006.    


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Through that door

Through that door

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

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

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

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




Details | Lyric | |

In this world so perfectly

In this world so perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers touch the sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
Cause he knows that dawn’s 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
And give my heart such 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 in 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.

12 March 2014 @ 1513hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree

Little birdie in a tree
Singing your song just for me
Oh how wonderful you be
Filling me with mystery                                                                                                                                                            

You have no worries, have no care
Though danger it lies everywhere
A hawk flies over, off you flee
But soon you’re back here in this tree.

The human race could learn from you
Cause worry, worry’s, all they do
About the past, tomorrow too
They get themselves in such a stew.

Sweet little bird, I love your song
It’s in your world I do belong
With no tomorrows, just today
I always like to live this way.

15 February 2014 @ 1340hrs.









Details | Rhyme | |

Woodpecker

Woodpecker, woodpecker
Pecking on the wood
Woodpecker, woodpecker
Live a life that’s good

Peck away, peck all day
Always peck that wood
Peck away, peck every day
Live the life that’s good

Woodpecker, woodpecker
Pecking on the tree
Woodpecker, woodpecker
Live a life that’s free

Peck away, peck all day
Always peck that tree
Peck away, woodpecker. Please,
Peck for you and me


Details | Ballade | |

Dawn in Pemberton


Dawn in Pemberton

It’s dawn, down here in Pemberton
The sky be thick with clouds
There is no sign of life round here
So far from frantic crowds
And all the hustle, bustle
  And the awful city din
This forest in the morning
Only silence does it bring.

Cicadas! do they ever stop?
They serenade the air
Non stop, though birds be silent
Can’t hear them anywhere
Refreshing misty rain floats down
Caressing my cool skin
As morning peace seeps into me
And thrills me deep within.

Those Jarrah trees, that all around
Stand tall like soldier men
They echo with the first bird’s call
And the music starts again
To herald in the brand new day
 Bringing in a summers morn
In the lovely tree filled forest land
Of this place called Pemberton. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Two voices

Two voices

As golden daises there, I see
The morning sun so lazily
Shines down upon some sleepy trees
As they dance upon the breeze

Joni Mitchell on the set
She sings a song I can’t forget
Both sides now I hear her sing
Such joy the morning she does bring

Willy Wagtail sings along
With Joni, as two voices strong
Do reach into the heart of me
Enhancing morning mystery

I sit here, greet the morning in
As the new day does begin.

15 August 2014 @ 0913hrs.



Details | Tanka | |

The Finches

They're singing. They are.
The finches. They sing beauty.
That tree is their house.
How charming! Birds, music, tree.
And the sun, friendly, like them.

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Tanka Contest 3rd place
Contest Judged:  4/27/2014
Sponsored by: Amy Green


Details | Lyric | |

God help the foolish

God help the foolish

Everywhere I go
The trees grow oh, so tall
The birds, they whistle cheerily
It’s all so wonderful
This world is filled with beauty
To feast the eyes upon
God help us all when all of this is gone.

Some folk worship money
They have no other view
Short sighted is the way they look
They never see what’s true
Destroying untold beauty
For the power of owning all
They are killing everything that’s beautiful

God help the foolish
They know not what they do
They bring down forests to the ground
God help those crazy few
Where will they get their oxygen
When all the trees are gone
God help them with their foolish carry on.

A world without the beauty
Of trees, and birds, and flowers
Would crush one’s soul so heavily
Why do they need this power?
Oh, what’s the good of money
If this is all there be?
This planet dies, as I watch helplessly.


Details | Ballade | |

Evening lullaby

Oh hear thee well the music
It’s the Maggies lullaby
They’re warbling in that Banksia tree
As the day begins to die.
And their haunting goodnight serenade
Says goodbye to the day
As the Sun lies down to sleep the night away.

Just four weeks from our Spring
My heart feels so alive
As I’m sitting on my garden seat
It be an hour since five.
And as those maggies hush their song
The fountain carries on
She’ll still be heard when all be hushed and gone.

Six Buddha’s seem to sense the silence
There’s a certain kind of glow
As I melt into the evening time
And  swim within the flow.
And the evening says “it’s time to rest
Until the blessed morn
Now each must die, on the morrow be reborn”.

17 July 2004


Details | Ballade | |

The big black cokatoo

Big black Cockatoos

Weeeh!, weeeh! Weeeh!
The big black birds arrive
The biggest Cockatoo’s around
So wild, and so alive
They touch my heart like poetry
As they glide high in the air
I am stunned by all their majesty
As they come from everywhere.

Thirty, forty, fifty
I count, then I lose score
They fill the sky, these big black birds
So many times before
They have flown above my head
As they come both morn and night
And fill me up with blessed awe
As I wonder at their might.

They alight upon the trees
All filled with Banksia flowers
Then tear the trees to pieces
With the force of all their power
As I wonder at these mighty birds
And feel them touch my soul
I let all their magnificence
Join the dusk to make me whole.


Details | Acrostic | |

Embracing Earth


Embracing Earth

Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm

Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.

5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.

Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic'  contest


Details | Sonnet | |

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight

Owls, Silent Magic In Flight


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

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

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

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

07/27/2014

Night Owl - Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Kelly Deschler


Details | Haiku | |

Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


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 | Quatrain | |

Leaves That Are Green


A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.


Details | Ballade | |

The place I yearn to be

The place I yearn to be

Where the birds sing in the morning
That’s where I want to be
Where the trees are all around me
Well that’s the place for me
I’ll watch their leaves dance on the breeze
As the sun shines in the morn
As they touch this dreamy heart of mine
At the start of each new dawn

Where the lake it be a gleaming
Reflecting all the trees
As the sun paints pretty pictures
That’s where I want to be
Meditating every morning
As birds sing morning song
This be a lovely haven
It’s the place where I belong.

Walking through the wetlands
Where lizards, frogs, and snakes
Are always roaming freely
In their home beside the lake
Maybe I’ll sit there writing poems
As the kangaroos come by
This be paradise to me
It’s where I’d like to die.

13 June 2014 @ 1430hrs.






Details | Ballade | |

Mulberry tree in winter

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

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

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

1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs


Details | Rhyme | |

As I woke up

As I woke up

As I woke up this morning
The sky was scarlet red
I left my wife a dreaming
As she slumbered in her bed
The dark clouds floating in the sky
Said today there would rain
The birds were softly singing
A wonderful refrain

I took the dog out for a walk
As the breeze, it touched my skin
We walked the silent streets, did we
There weren’t no sign of din
That does come when folk awaken
As the noisy day does start
I really love these early morns
They’re a whisper in my heart

The trees they danced so lazily
On the breeze that was so mild
The parrots flew above my head
They looked so free and wild
Everything was beautiful
As the sun did light the sky
I felt a pang of loneliness
Within the ravens cry.

29 October 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

The mystic dance

This mystic dance

They shake. They sway. They dance with glee
These limbs that grow from mother tree
As breeze she takes them on her back
She blows her leaves all down the track
As mystic river rolls along
I feel life’s power loud and strong
As I gaze up at the deep blue sky
Contentedly my heart does sigh

I won’t make bargains with the power
I watch each tree and every flower
I praise her for her tender gift
She gives my heart a lovely lift
 I thank her with my heart and soul
She made me breath, she made me whole
Gave me all this lovely splendor
 I stroll along, and I surrender

The river ripples, and it waves
As birds they sing, and my heart craves
To be within this mystic dance
This morning my heart does enhance
Each moment special just for me
As all I want to do is be
Not lonely though I’m all alone
I feel joy deep within my bones.

13 August 2014 @ 0530hrs.




Details | Free verse | |

Becoming

We are in a continuous state of becoming with our environment I am becoming that tree just as that tree is becoming me It took in the carbon dioxide that I exhaled which became part of it and through photosynthesis converted it to oxygen which I inhaled becoming part of me I am the tree and the tree is me I am becoming that insect, that bird, that animal and other persons I breathe in the air they gave up Air that was part of them is now part of me just as the air I exhaled is now part of them Earth is becoming me and I am becoming earth It becomes me through the food I eat which comes from the earth directly or indirectly and I become the earth through matter that leaves my body waste and otherwise which returns to the earth to become the earth


Details | Haiku | |

calypso

calypso darting
peering through open windows
rufous hummingbird

an old gourd hanging
blowing gently in the breeze
its peach tree abode

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this hummingbird has been hanging around all season, at first i thought it was simply due to the feeders. after doing some lawn maintenance today, i saw it entering a hollowed out gourd i put in my peach tree last summer. i figure, s/he is now part of the estate, may as well give it a name: calypso.


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodnight show

Goodnight show

Fountains gurgle songs of laughter
As the breeze joins in the song
Then they come, those big pink parrots
They arrive in quite a throng
As silence greets the song of evening
How it echo’s in my being
The sun makes for to say goodnight
What a lovely sight I’m seeing

Green parrot drifts into the garden
He is looking kind of wary
He knows Galahs will see him off
These pink birds they can be scary
When they gang up on this parrot
Who really only wants to eat
He makes a kind of trilling note
That makes the silence very sweet.

Galahs they eat, and then depart
To the comfort of the trees
Protected from the predators
Where they will retire at ease
Green parrot knows that now he’s safe
So he heads towards seed tray
And then he too takes to the treetops
As the night farewells the day.

15 July 2014 @ 1525hrs.


Details | Terzanelle | |

Crow in a Frozen Tree

There is a crow amongst an old bare tree Bereft of cold wind that blows in winter This ancient tree, so bare and surely free The bird is careful not to catch a splinter Softly sitting on the limb of the tree Bereft of cold wind that blows in winter Unlike the outside frigid cold we see By our deep breaths, unlike the bird crowing Softly sitting on the limb of the tree The bird looks like he’s dead, but I’m knowing He lives to breathe the bitter cold as me By our deep breaths, unlike the bird crowing I view the tree thinking that it could be A lot warmer place for the happy bird He lives to breathe the bitter cold as me This bird in a dormant tree looks absurd There is a crow amongst an old bare tree A lot warmer place for the happy bird This ancient tree, so bare and surely free
Russell Sivey


Details | Ballade | |

My lake Joondalup

My lake Joondalup.

Lake Joondalup
There’s a place I like to be
So filled with every kind of tree
And birds of every shape I see
Where roos, they come right up to you
And the Parrots act so tame
I love that lake in Joondalup
I’ve always felt the same.

Oh, you should hear the volume
Of the screeches, song and chatter
The noise it nearly deafens one
Till nothing really matters
It all becomes a part of you
As it seeps into your soul
That bird din mesmerizes me
And makes me feel so whole.

One can sit there by the water’s edge
In an alcove all alone
There’s little benches everywhere
I sit here on my own
Watching all the wading birds
The Storks, the Ducks the swans
The Ibis and the White egrets
And on, and on, and on.

Lake Joondalup
It’s an addiction to my soul
When there, I am a happy man
It’s a fifty minute stroll
From my house, and It’s worth it too’
It’s a peaceful little place
Whenever I sit here by this lake
A smile lights up my face.


Details | Kimo | |

CALIFORNIA IS BURNING

California is burning with scorching 
blazes that destroy acres of land
and luxurious homes!


It's an Inferno where screams are too loud:
high winds have a wrathful force
and multiply dangers!


It's an evening without a red sunset...
trees fall and birds start fleeing:
beauty will turn into ashes! 


Don't be brave, never try to fight a blaze: 
escape from this burning hell
and pray for rain again! 



 Entered in Debbie Guzzi's contest,
"" Haiku Wannabees "
Written on 6/4/2013


Details | Haiku | |

Birds

singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold 


Details | Ballade | |

Why would I swap

Why would I swap?

What have they, these men of wealth?
What could they give to me
I have the skies the clouds the rain
I have eternity 
For I would live within this now
Expecting naught at all
Because this world, all by itself
Is so, so beautiful.

I see them with their dull, glum faces
No hint of any smile
And yet I’m supposed to envy them!
With all their wealthy style
No belly laughter comes from them
Cause this be all dried up
As for the joys of life itself
They hardly fill the cup.

While birds are singing in the trees
And the stars shine bright at night
While the flowers smell so wonderful
And the birds give sweet delight!
Oh, I could go on all day long
Why would I want at all?
When my world is oh, so beautiful
And theirs seems oh, so cruel.

2 August 2013 @ 0740hrs.




Details | Haiku | |

Cardinals from my window seat

hanging on the tree                                                                                                         like red ripe apples snow scrim                                                                                         postcards view winter


Details | Verse | |

A Feeding Place

.
Putting up some fresh suet hoping winter's birds will enjoy coming to feed..
Then added some water to the bird baths so there will be drink for them to enjoy..
An hour later the Willow Tree comes alive with color__

two male bluebirds sit
on the edge of bath drinking...
suet eaten fast

Five female Red Cardinals and two males bounce from feeder to tree and 
then to the bird bath. Too soon it is quiet again.  Just a little excitement in an ordinary day..  


Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Mix It Up


Details | Rhyme | |

Sincerely

Sincerely

There’s one thing I know for sure
I’ve said it many times before
When it comes to knowing, I just don’t
I’ll never say ‘I know’ I won’t!!
No me I know nothing at all
Excepting ‘life is beautiful’!!
Some great power did make it thus
And in that power I do trust.

I see the flowers, I see the trees
I feel the breeze just flowing free
I see and hear the birds that sing
And to my heart all of this brings
A smile just like the morning sun
I’m so in love with the ‘power of one’
The truth it lives within my heart
As I proclaim it with my art.

My heart is always open wide
I sit in silence, look inside
And understand what life’s about
I have no knowledge, have no doubts
It’s written in my deepest core
The truth, I cannot tell you more
For words so clumsy, cannot say
What’s in the soul, there is no way!

I write this poem from my heart
So glad that fate gave me this art
This gift of writing truthfully
I cannot lie, I cannot be
A man who says I really know
Yet deep within my heart I glow
I have within me so much joy
And this, no power could destroy

6 October 2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Happiness

Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky


Details | Haiku | |

Morning

Streaks of sun through trees
Dewdrops glisten in delight
Birds declare their joy


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lovely Birds Life

Birds are happy pleased I swear
They are satisfied 
Homes in the trees
Early in the morn, hungry they go
At sunset, full they come
Every day is a festival
They talk birdsong
Daytime among verdure and flowers
Raindrops their showers
Sleeping on time
Healthy they are
No impression nor vigil
Marriage in a minute
No money
No mine nor yours
Just fly to get things
All things are free
The land is wide
The sky is wider
Wake up and fly! 
 


Details | Crystalline | |

Frozen in Crystalline 4



Nightingale's song fades in dawn's light Crisp Winter shadows dance with delight


Details | Rhyme | |

A Moment In Birding

A warbler flits just out of sight
High up in the trees
His vocal song comes raining down
But still I cannot see

He gives me but the shortest glimpse
Behind the curtained leaves
Whilst singing here and flitting there 
In the tops of trees

The singing stops but still I look
Scanning high and low
Hidden now by just one leaf
My hope now starts to grow

Into the suns shining spotlight
Thos little bird hops out
For just a moment and then he's gone
I give a joyful shout

Deep into trees the bird flies on
Ne'er more to grace my eye
But with my glass I search on still
To fine one more surprise


Details | Haiku | |

SEPTEMBER HAIKU

                                           A dollar
                                                World
                                                   Confusion




                                           Birds yellow
                                                  Tree of life
                                                      A painting


                                              

                                              Two brothers
                                                     Beautiful woman
                                                                War war




                                                 Blue eyes
                                                      Red boobs
                                                         Sky apples




                                                   Heaven dews
                                                            Silky grass
                                                                  Autumn girls


Details | Crystalline | |

Its leaves,their griefs

Autumn oak sheds its leaves to live,
Birds that thrive in leaves begin to grieve.


Details | Rhyme | |

Feathered Alarm Clock

Ready or not it is time to arise
She has been busy all night and it is time to close her eyes

She lives nearby high in a tree
Her rise and sleep cycle is an alarm clock for me 

She has been hunting all night and it is time to rest
She is feeding her owlets and tending to their nest

I hear them noisily demanding their food
they must be an adorable feathered brood

Then as dawn breaks in the sky
Mama owl proclaims it is time to say bye

She calmly sings her song acoustic 
I awake hearing her music

This natural cycle repeats every night
She tells me it is time for me to sleep as she takes flight