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- The Princess Of The Sea -



On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate 

Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain

I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales 

A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing 

In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells 

Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free 

I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret









A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
15.05.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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SPRING TIME

It’s the season when the countryside is renewed When a kaleidoscope of colours can be viewed Wearing emerald skirts, here comes stunning spring Hark! You can almost hear the lovely bluebells ring! Pretty pink blossom dresses the Sakura trees It will fall like confetti on the zephyr breeze Daffodils raise their sleepy heads in a blaze of gold Colourful crocuses and irises are a joy to behold Lambs gambol around in the lush green fields I adore the stunning beauty that spring time yields Spring time Contest Sponsored by Alexis Y 03 15 17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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Southern Beauty

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How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.

With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display.
Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play.

Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade.
Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade.

I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me.
In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see.

Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground.
Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound.

Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace.
Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face.

So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see.
This heavenly picture God has painted for me.

Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017

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A Ship Is Safe In The Harbor

A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.

Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.

Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.

A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.

And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity

We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.

Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009

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- Natures Beauty -



Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic 
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting

Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin

Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor 
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows 

Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration  pearls on leaves dried

Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes 
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens 

Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening 
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster 

Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow





A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - 
- Thank you my dear friend Liam -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Woodland Path


Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say) 
is the product of loss.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

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SPRINGTIME

Springtime paints such a delightful scene Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds 3rd February 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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My Favorite Flower---Dandelion

Glads and the lilies that grow very tall
Petunia and pansies...I do love them all

My favorites, however, are not really owned
Not found in the garden, but growing alone

Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please

Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe and watered by rain

Favorites of mine, I picked as a child
These flowers ignored, were born to be wild

________________________________________________________
For "Favorite Flower" contest: Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

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Our Human Nature

Our Human Nature

A real aspect always part of a person’s life;
One that can bear fangs and pangs of strife.
 
A living barometer replete with its choices;
Leaving each of us puzzled, full of voices. 

It prays on our very emotions and naiveté, 
Leaving us at times in moments of disarray.

Man by his nature is fickle and imperfect.
God by His nature is divine and perfect.

A person’s decency is so wonderful to tell;
Another’s depravity is so worthy of Hell! 

A person’s good deeds mark now his true measure,
Bringing him God’s divine love always to treasure!

Never trust what you can’t feel deep in your heart;
This makes us divine in God’s eyes—sets us apart!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(January 5, 2016) (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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In The Hands Of Nature


 the rustic feel withing me ,ever mesmerizing
a tantalizing fragrant spell to go uphill, grazing

i threw earthly lust and drifted up the mountain
nature'arms streching, and croon of the fountain

i know where i head, spontaneity is calculated
no human breath could do, it's God who created

when i have fears and pains that push to suffer
i resort to nature's brest, mortal man is so tougher

i won't rue i wont blame i won't hate i won't miss
any act, any deed, any breath will be heaven's bliss

nothing to claim ,save my own spirit to shame
that all the lust is here , only myself to blame













Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015

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Artistic License


Our mind sees sky as golden glow
       with dawn's new day on earth below.
Our mind thinks sky as azure blue
       with cotton clouds in daytime view.
Our mind sees sunset's orange tint
       with brilliant visions that imprint.
But sometimes nature's artistry
       will paint her sky with majesty...
to think outside the box instead...
       and blossom in...purple and red.
 

Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No: 241 any form, any topic max of 10 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/25/2016

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Last Line Prompt - 2
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 06/01/2016

Rules: 10 lines max, must rhyme, last line must be: 
"and blossom in purple and red."


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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WONDERFUL WINTER

Winter crept in secretly with a smile upon her face Dressing my garden silently with a veil of gossamer lace A snowflake falls onto my hand; I admire its exquisite form Its beauty is momentary as it melts on my skin so warm Small children have such fun as they frolic in the snow I see them playing happily, their cheeks have a rosy glow There are imprints of snow angels that the children love to make Children run inside for hot drinks and warm cookies that I bake Snowmen are built so skilfully - they seem to touch the sky Sadly they melt when the thaw arrives, small children often cry Trees shiver in the bitter winds; Jack Frost points his icy fingers Icicles sparkle on the trees, Jack’s chilly artwork lingers Snowdrops raise their sleepy heads and peer out from the snow Spring will soon be on her way and daffodils will be on show Couplet Time Contest Sponsored by Rick Parise 08~23~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Cubozoa, Cnidarian Invertebrates

Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate

This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far

Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives

Once it pumps nematocysts into the skin
Be prepared for the pain to begin

If caught in time this can be addressed
Acetic acid has been found to be best

But to look at this species it's hard to believe
That they can end a life as it no longer breathes

In her nature world has she gone to far
That this beautiful blue, in oceans a star

It all boils down to how oblivious we are
If the truth be told, man is the monster

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Love of Nature

Whether ocean or mountain with valley green
or every deep forest in between

My love for Nature fills my eyes
With every creature of Earth and sky

The changing hues on quiet display
From dawn's red light to twilight's gray

With moon that splays its beams so far
A match lit night from a shooting star

The sound heard from a wolf at night
An eagle's glide from feathered flight

The deepest footprints held in snow
And richest colors from a rainbow

Brilliant fire from Autumn leaves
Birth of Spring where nothing grieves

These wondrous things your eyes can see
As you sit below a bending tree

My inlaid heart from Nature's design
I'm another life on her fruited vine

3/13/17 Contest The Love of Nature

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017

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The Stillness All Around

 

How beautiful the snow sparkles tonight like tiny little gems. 
As the moonlight shines down so peacefully on them. 
The stars how they twinkle so softly..what a sight. 
Such a wondrous beauty I behold in the Heavens tonight. 

I sit in awe of the stillness that encompasses all around. 
Whilst downy snow falls like feathers floating to the ground. 
God has given my life such a quiet peace to behold. 
Such treasures a many my heart finds in the cold. 

So many gifts tonight these brown eyes hold so dear. 
Quiet befalls this wonderland that only my soul can hear. 
Transporting my thoughts to where angels fly so high. 
As I imagine what heaven is like and I breathe a soft sigh. 
Sweet dreams will invade my sleep where I lay me down to rest. 
Enveloped in Gods arms of love knowing He gives me his very best.

Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017

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Where The Wind Blows

When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh

A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes

Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again

She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine

Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows

Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....

Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby

©Donna Jones

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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The Mountain Speaks

(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011

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Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature Cries

Mother Nature cries now her deep tears of true sadness,
For all the years of Man’s sad shame and utter madness.

Man has brought this lovely lady quite often to tears,
By his poor and pathetic care of our Earth over the years.  

Mother Nature’s been with Man now it seems forever,
And he does nothing at all and always tells her never!

Man’s climate sins are so tragic and always most telling,
And all he does is bitch and moan, and keeps on yelling!

Man’s span of existence is short in our Earth’s long life, 
And all he’s done is corrupt, pollute and caused her strife! 
 
Mother Nature cries at this sad tragedy Man has thus wrought;
She knows his life on Earth may be short, and learn he’ll Not! 

Mother Nature will adapt and evolve over time with no problem,
And she knows Man’s adaptability to change may be a problem.

Perhaps Man will learn this sad lesson here before all is too late,
And seek climate harmony in all he does and make positive his Fate!

Mother Nature cries—yet this can change with Man’s redemption,
If Man becomes Earth’s Good Steward and lives by God’s direction!
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 3, 2015
(Rhymed Couplet)

*Originally completed for my new book on February 12, 2015.

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees


(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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The Lull

I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

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Leaves

Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch …beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak log …arranged in a thicket by a caring mother hog They wave to a lonesome soul in the summer breeze …nature’s devise of cozy blanket in winter’s freeze And you ask me if I love leaves and trees …provides great shades for summer’s picnics, ”Leaves” Leaves have butterfly flight, floating gracefully about …catching sun’s rays bobbing multi colored with clout Golden, russet and burnt orange of autumn equinox …Beautiful LEAVES!, Thank God for nature’s clocks. In Honor of Carol Brown And Contest:

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

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- The Small Country Norway -



Listen ~ I'm sure a competent musician could 
not have come up with something better

Still we have much to learn from natures melody
We can not escape from the music

You need to change, we all need
Take a deep conversation with the nature

I don't think anyone really enjoys confrontation
Nevertheless, I see this as very important

Nature can not scream in pain, we must see the signals
The voice of nature ~ the music ... a ballad

So ~ for better or worse be a nature role model 
Where goodness is sown ~ goodness will be harvested










- 27.05.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- (unrhymed couplets)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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Reposing Roses - A Summer Couplet

Reposing roses and dozing posies exhale perfumed sighs with nearing night
as the drowsy June moon softly suffuses scent-soaked skies with languid light.



14/6/2013
for 'Lovin' Summer' contest

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2013

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Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain


I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain


R D Seal   25 Feb 13

Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

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The Whisper of Wind

              Come to me and lay down your wearies,
              In the bed of rose petals rest appease.

          The soft  voice of siren will send you in to bliss.
      'Til you close your eyes and start dreaming in peace.

           Dance with me, I'll take you in heavenly place.
       Where angels and fairies singing a song of praise.

                   Fly high and touch the ceiling of sky.
             Feel the pleasure within of nature's lullaby.





written: 5/21/2014
Contest name: it's all about nature #3
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

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- Universe Of God -


When the morning sun dawns
Plant a seed for the optimism and the future

You may soon see the change happen
A change that provides physical and spiritual sustenance

A seed can change the world
In the fantastic universe of God

Plant fragrant flowers like lavender to create a relaxing atmosphere
There will be no doubt that you give them from your heart









  16.06.2016
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  (unrhymed couplets)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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The Raindrop

A solar wind caresses the mighty oceans blue,
Creates the waves, stirs the hearts of the true.
The spirit leaves the sea and floats on high,
To gather the dreams that make poets sigh.
When they reach saturation they at last take flight,
In search of lovers, adrift in the darkest of night.
Each dream a raindrop that freefalls though time,
Each drop a perfection, each dream sublime,
A prism to the soul or perhaps an angel’s tear,
As it floats and drifts, through the atmosphere.
Its colour and shape so clear and fragile,
Yet set on its course despite all the toil.
To replenish the land, refresh us each and all,
Oblivious to their beauty as they tumble freefall.
Each bead of perfection races to shatter,
On the land, its people and all that matter.
To wash the dry soil, to cleanse the city,
To grow the crops, dull the gritty.
Yet fail to heed its might and splendour,
When it can destroy, kill and can render.
There’s sorrow in those raindrops, so to glee,
It’s visible in its beauty-beast so plain to see.
As it gives life as it dies, a true resurrection,
The raindrop can certainly be a cruel perfection.

Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013

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This Sunset you Gifted me


I remember a sunset you gifted to me long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink golden sun turning soft was about to sink crimson sky looking down to see its reflection sea was too turning red its blue already gone few unknown birds in western sky on their last flight carrying sundrops on their wings whispered goodnight soon the sun went down and a hush engulfed all this sunset you gifted me I can still recall. ================000=================

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012