Best Ferny Poems

  This Life

From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love...

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Mother’s Giving Nature

At the dawning of the day
Layered greens flashed through gold
The folds in Mother’s skirts 
Every creature does behold
Her mass sparkling blue 
Above as...

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Photography is a visual expression,
I love capturing images frozen in time;
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet...

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Her hair- black as a raven’s breast 
   Eyes glowing through orbs of green 
She dances covertly in the dark of night 
...

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The foliage unruffled, 		 the tree trunks utterly baffled
                ...

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Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or...

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The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The...

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Whoz standing besides me?
None, neither God nor she.
Am I a solitary human
I don't have a single friend.

I stand still, but your tears kill
None holding me,...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy...

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SILLY   BUT  NICE

Is there anybody there said the traveler 
Knocking on the moonlit door
But only a host of golden daffodils  were...

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Let me take you on a journey

To this beautiful space and time
It's well beyond this ferny

Where mother nature has assigned

To the entrance we now venture

Through...

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