A land unto its own as old as dirt
Condemned by voguish northern state of mind
This realm you'd be hard-pressed to disconcert
Though his'try would prefer it be maligned
The secret twisted oak and winding creek
The tapestries of moss that grace the swamp
They whisper in a language few can speak
Revealing true that fair southern beauchamp
There is no match for tender Georgia peach
To Cajun gumbo nothing can compare
And off the Apalachicolan beach
Fresh oysters make the finest southern fare
Sweet Dixie with your blemishes and charms
No place I'd rather be than in your arms
Jan. 4, 2017
The American Deep South - That magical swath spanning from east Texas eastwards and upwards through to the Carolinas
For the contest by Silent One Re: Sonnet About Where I Live
Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2017
As the winds breathe heavily darkened within fury
Moaning filled with clouds begins speaking
Through stormy turbulent assaults with waves that kill
A ballad is blown away like feathers from angels wings
Rain falling heavily driven by natures unyielding force
Trees bend to salute the host's almighty anger
Hurricane's orchestra romancing chaos turns
Striking tempest flashing lightening power of creation speaks
Rumbling voices roaring echoes carried from the heaven's
The action and power of love both earthly and heavenly
Crackling forks sparking separating inside an air like music dawns
Floods flow down a neck chain around the mountain's face
Rushing to an ocean's source where it's kissed by the salt of grace
Washed in a seabed finding her resting place safe inside an oyster
Enormous waves sad and monotonous, which eventually dies
A collaborated poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
We are known for our football, bratwurst, and beer,
Iridescent blue lakes with fresh waters, crystal clear,
Summer's sun blazes hot enough to make skin burn,
Cheese producing dairy farms are around every turn,
Our bright autumn leaves change their colors with ease,
Near spring, the scent of lilac floats upon the breeze,
Snowy winters, with temperatures below zero degrees,
In our green forests, raccoons and deer have a home,
Near the roadside, wildflowers grow wherever you roam.
Harley-Davidson was born, where the eagles fly free,
Wisconsin is as close to heaven, as home can be.
Kim Merryman's contest - "Tell Me About Where You're From"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
On the covered bridge
A bird is building its nest
Hidden by shadows
Copyright © jeanine dejesus | Year Posted 2007
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
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
Maroon boy, you must go home now
Go walk naked in your tropic sun
And scan the bush for the wild sow
And test your youth in the jarring run
Go to your woodland and recall
Every bush and tree by its name
Listen to hear a mango fall
And smile when the poinsettia flame
This is too noisy a place, child
The cars cough their carbon black as night
Into my lung, I am defiled
By secret waves humming with red light
Or invisible as bad ghosts
Churning my cells to sickness and death
These cities are frail frantic hosts
And the children here, are full of fret
Maroon boy, you cannot stay here
The wilderness calls you over there.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
The fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy* where I have made my new home reflects on the ghostly blue of the dam in front of my house. One of the nesting pair of fish eagles does a low flyby. The distinctive call of the fish eagle is synonymous to me with Africa, pulling on my heartstrings like no music can. A primordial longing fills my very soul. Banished to purgatory for the best part of my life, this paradise is my just reward in my golden years.
the fish eagle swoops –
shadows cast by papyrus
teem with silver carb
An African Jacana teeters with its long toes on the emerald green leave of the pink water lily. It pecks delicately at something at the edge of the flower, before taking flight; long legs dangling behind it like superfluous appendages – its sharp, ringing tone cleaving the morning silence.
Sermon† encapsulates all –
I am not alone: a blouapie (marmoset) with his distinctive cobalt blue and crimson genitals surveys my progress along the path to the jetty. Damp, golden leaves carpet the pathway, the pungent smell assailing my olfactory receptors, alerting me to the many unknown vegetation growing in abandon on the embankment – names of which I need to learn and applications I need to discover. Something scurries among the roots of the macadamia tree and plops into the water.
spring stirs in loins,
driving out the long winter
of dormant passions
[I have used the natural world around me at my new home in the Low Veld, South Africa, to describe the calming, spiritual effect of my surroundings in this haibun, after an emotionally traumatic year. The new surroundings are akin to Paradise, where I have yet to learn the names of the flora and fauna around me.]
16 July 2017
Edited 21 July 2017
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2017
My tropical paradise along the shore
where ocean sounds soothe and warm breezes invite.
I will call you home until I live no more.
All my days basking in the sun's shining light.
Lush gardens and groves bring a lovely array,
orchids, orange blossoms and hibiscus each day.
Petals dress in vibrant colors attracting
bees and butterflies, splendor interacting.
This bustling city set between Everglades
and beaches, many call a sanctuary.
Where the sea meets land under the palm trees shade,
colorful cultures bloom like wild sweet cherry.
A rainbow of people found everywhere.
Spicy food, clothing and dances all have flair.
Abundant wild life from water, earth, and sky,
all share a slice of Florida's key lime pie.
*I call Ft. Lauderdale, Florida my home.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 6, 2012
for My Land Is My Home Contest (Skat)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
Whipping gulf clouds burn
Sheets of sideways rain
People's worried smiles
hurry, pass me by
I'm a lazy girl
Rumbling starts in
I mosey home
to watch the storm
Slow feet now
Lock the door
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
Technology AND Human Relationship Poem
It was on an April day When I was returning home,
Earphones plugged to my ears, listening to Music in my cellphone.
Typing Messages fast to my friends in Facebook.
While I, laughing Out Loud to their replies made other people Stare and Look.
At Home I am worse than is my usual routine,
Watching Movies in Laptop While eating my Double bean.
Simultaneously, aware of "Todays News" on T.V,
I discuss with my friends' tomorrows plan......"Hmmm...YES!!.Shall WE!!?"- Until-
"PUT That Phone Down Atleast FOR A Second!!!!!"
Ordered my Mom sternly tapping her fair folded hand.
Not to test her patience, I went out , to the backyard-
There my little sister called out," Buffalo, Whale....Goatie, DOG".
I scowled and frowned taken aback by her words aloud. Where
My face softened when she pointed to the clouds
Together We saw them changing shapes
We smiled when we related them to rhymes from tapes.
We played, talked and pronounced words which were tricky. Until
Famished, We went to the kitchen and made sandwich, A-Mr. Mickey.
Maybe... I should say NO TO Technology!!!!
For blinding me from seeing and loving my dear family!!!??
HUH!! But what do I see when I enter our hall!!!
My family, crowded around the telephone making 'Phone Calls!!?'
My sister turned on the 'Skype!!' to talk to her spouse?
"What?" I Gasped,"YOU People ARE Into Technology, IN This House!!???"
"YES", they Laughed. "WE USE Technology TO Encourage AND Strengthen Human Relationships, Dear".
GOD Bless YOU ALL
Copyright © KIRUPA JTM | Year Posted 2016
Beautiful blue mountains with shimmering sunlight like the flicker of a candlelight
as the sun passes through the many tree branches
Different shades of green grass that cuddles every thing upon the ground
like a king wearing his crown winding around through the town
Blue streams and rivers that move and run like a fountain down the sides of the mountain
splashing at all it's surroundings grasping and thrashing around but unbound
Miles of fields that invite you to lay down and stay awhile
and look at the mountain side and the hundreds of hillsides
As dusk starts to set and the fire fly gives off it's fire light
you can see the mist rising from all around and the singing from the insects playing around
This is My Home
Tranquil and serene never gloomy just full of beauty
It is the place my heart is at one in which I will never depart
This is My Home and it is set in stone.
2/3/15 T. Reams for my sister Julie
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011
Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013
What could I really know of the breaks
in the land
huge canyons bleeding red cut by the wind
with the snow swirling around our tires
and fallen to a tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
we scrape madly inside
trying to keep cold out
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone,
no worries about
cattle led inside to safety to be watered and fed
but what of us?
Will we be trapped clutching a candle
wanting a chocolate bar,
waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
of slumbering snow
to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
until finally we see it shining in the dark
a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet us
scurry is off
before our ears turn blue,
would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard,
we have home.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Preferred by those that know of nothing fair.
Destroyed by sand that blows through consciousness.
Existing in a vacuum of despair.
I left that world behind I must confess.
The wheels of hope extinguished memories.
With every mile clouds would drift away.
Until the devil's valley and disease.
Were lost in natures brilliant grand foyer.
Rejoice, the mountains, rivers of my home.
Forsaken once so young and long ago.
The years have swallowed up the urge to roam.
And age has brought the need to take it slow.
Thoughts now have left me of that evil land.
Here God and nature hold me in their hand.
Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014
Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating.
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH
As I filled those bird feeders,
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch
Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet. Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm. Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’.
I mean the good stuff. What a life.
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
As if we hadn’t been feeding them
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
~~~ Nanaimo, B.C. ~~~
Nestled in the center of this Pacific isle,
a gem of a city, your heart it will beguile.
Nicest climate in all of our Country fair.
Air fresh from the ocean surrounding us there.
Imagine a city filled with parks all around,
mountains behind us as nature abounds.
Oh, the beauty of this place simply astounds.
Be sure to stop by if you're ever this way.
Chances are you will love it and you'll want to stay.
for Kim Merryman's "Tell Me Where You're From"
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
floats in for a landing above
a sea of yellow flowers
Who will forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding of an absence
now being celebrated
The preaching by a full range of
vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky
For Andrea's SF Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
Wildlife in the yard
By Franklin Price
Wildlife in the yard
Insects birds all in between
To see hear and touch
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
I shant fall asleep
'til my eyes see Dawn's Sunrise
Kissing Mountain's Peak
'til I feel the warmth
of nature surrounding me
Knowing I AM HOME
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013
Nurses and Doctors; say, "Your too sick to go Home"
"An apartment with a desk; write a Homesick Poem"
" What do you possibly see in that mountain top cabin?"
I see the Earth in a different perspective than You
Landscapes of Beauty, spread wings of the Bald Eagle
Peaceful tranquility nature's creatures walk right up to You
The Firmament, so close, Heavens Flowers, You can smell
Reach up, caress a white silky cloud in a soporiferous spell
During hunting season I see an albino buck munching apples in my backyard
To be Cont.
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012
Snow covered Mountain
Evergreens glisten in White
Spring is in the air
The Chimney billows
A warm cozy Welcome Home
My eyes Tear with Joy
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013
SPRING GARDEN PREPARATION (20150213)
After the winter season
But before the rains begin
Catalogues of heirloom seeds
Delivered just in time
Earmarked and prioritized
Farmer’s Almanac consulted
Given planting periods
Horoscopes included (but useless!)
Individual seed varieties ordered
Junk mail shredded and added to compost
K (potassium) added as potash
Lumber purchased for trellises
Mulching around transplanted seedlings
Non-Genetically Modified Organisms only
Organic fertilizers only, too
Planting by phases of the moon
Quick-fix pesticides are anathema
(Round-Up kills everything--US, not just weeds)
Seed boxes keeping seedlings warm
Testing the soil for minerals and organics
Unleashing ladybugs and pollinators
Vertical gardening to conserve space
Watering just enough, but not too much
Xenocide, killing unwanted weed species
Youngsters helping (or hindering)
Zoning plants to vary root depths
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015
I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look I see the beauty of my life, my Home
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Land of the living skies
Where the Saskatchewan prairie lies
Skies painted with every hue
Pinks, purples and shades of blue
The sun slowly sinks in the west
The land settles down to rest
Our prairie full of havest gold
Truly a site to behold
Feel the wide open space
Feel the wind upon your face
Our heavens hold the northern lights
Dancing across the sky at night
The rich soft soil of the ground
Beautiful nature all around
Summer, winter, spring and fall
Season changes we get them all
The beaver knawing on his bark
The singing of the bluejays and meadow lark
Gophers popping their heads above the ground
Having a look at what lurks around
The loon calls it's lonely tune
The snowy owl hoots at the moon
Deer and moose stand and graze
In the evenings cool misty haze
The countryside what a site
The prairies, my home, my delight
This place truly a hidden treasure
A pace of life you cannot measure
Friendly people to lend a hand
Hard working people on the land
This is the place that we love
From the ground at our feet to the stars above
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2006
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…
That piles upon us in our
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…
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013