Best Naturesenses Poems
Where must senses run to be still.
Could it be that it is in the hills or maybe by the sea.
In the hills where the eagle soars and the white tail runs.
And I hold so dear to my heart the excitement of morning.
And the fresh taste of mountain air lays softly on my tongue.
As I walk on leaves fallen to the ground.
From the many trees of different kinds.
I listen to call of the nature oh senses do be still.
Now I hear the sound of waves whispering in my ear.
Slapping, lapping, crashing the beach.
Crawling up very close to my feet.
Returning to the waves as it tucks underneath.
As I listen to the waves oh senses be still.
David Pennington
the tongue knows nothing
about the pleasure of the eye
it has not seen the sun set
or the moon rise into the sky
the eyes know nothing
of the joys of the ear
they cannot define melody
or explain what a cord is
the nose can sense the invisible
and lead us to the source
it can lead us to our pleasure
or push us away with force
the eye cannot taste sweetness
or season nourishment
it cannot savor flavor
or shape itself to lick
the senses have strengths and weaknesses
that we must learn and trust
but the weakest sense of all
is the lustful sense of touch
the eyes they crave the beautiful
the ears want praise for us
the tongue can be insatiable
the nose a gate to pleasure
that you really shouldn't trust
they all take part in wickedness
that is; they give themselves too much
especially when they give themselves
to touch each others touch
trading lust for lust
can make our senses rust
sometimes our senses make a trap
that turns our flesh to dust
so do not trust the senses
or give in to wicked lust
treat yourself a little
but do not trust the lust
the eyes might miss a little
the ears will have to pleasure themselves
the nose will be much better
with a normal sense of smell
the tongue will still taste sweetness
a pleasure only the tongue can tell
and when the tongue is silent
it won't lead us into hell