The birds were flying home
Upon the setting of the sun,
The flowered track lead me back
To where it all begun.
In the twilight of the village;
I glimpsed you paint your nose,
Couldn’t help but spy on you
High on tippy toes.
His graciousness surprised me;
The hunter from the north,
I never thought anything
From this would blossom forth.
This is how I tell the story
Of a man who’s versatile,
The woodsman and the artist
The one that made me smile.
The moonlight sparkled in your eyes
Connection from a glance,
This is when I fell in love
Consuming all romance.
Heart it beat a brand new beat
Combusting rhythmic glee,
This handsome, hot and striking man
Was gazing right at me.
Never been in love before
Happiness to weep,
Emotional, from the fall
Powerful and deep.
Stirring all new feelings...
Passion and desire,
No time again like this time when
You lit the love on fire.
I tend the flowers I keep
even in winter's chilly sleep
bulbs well protected from the winds of the north
anxious to burst and blossom forth
and bloom radiant displays
thru winter ice and cold arrays.
A tiny crocus, a thick hyacinth, young snowdrops
stretch their green blades up to pop
shoots rising in anticipation of the sunlight
warm and gentle rays stretching in the window
enticing their growth to continue.
Just beyond the holidays that slow
inched up despite December snows
breathing anew in January throws
a flower appears and scents
the birthing of a usual springtime event.
It is life, so precious and real
that makes us smile in gratitude of its appeal
and like a babe about to be born
we hold it cherished flowers with thorns
indescribable and unimaginable divine forms.
Together blossom forth
May the world realise your worth
In your lives let there be joy and mirth
We will bless you so while we are on this earth
Always go hand in hand
Each others feelings try to understand
Your life will be grand
With you we will always stand
May you be blessed with the best
May life not bring you to test
May no harm come to your nest
To fulfill eachothers needs let there be a quest.
Lovely is the dawn
That starts my day of wonders
Though fog blurs my view
Waving in serene
Moist grass dripping yet daring
Then cast a shadow
Flows the torrid rays
From blazing sun at zenith
Flowers blossom forth
Behold fields and dale
Yonder are the butterflies
Flitting bough to bough
Hawks soar high azure
My flight never been as sure
Lest I am inured
Zephyr chills my skin
Slowly engulfing within
Fear better unknown
Nimbus fills the sky
Birds too reluctant too fly
Befallen to try
Rain but intervenes
Eroding mountains so steep
Wind keeps changing course
Freezing dewy day
Slumber amidst winter lease
Frogs hibernate deep
Bizarre lonely night
Stars dimming as creatures rest
Poets contemplate
Waxing gibbous scares
Only men with surreal thoughts
As hounds howl at night
Firefly still wanders
Unmindful of deep darkness
Man knows but regrets
-written in 2008
Each day I'm spreading
whither am I heading
in rains there are off shoots
I bear down, all enjoy my fruits
come under my shade ,relax beneath me
here set hive you bee
Ill soon blossom forth with flowers
ye birds make nests, ill shelter in showers
why is there so much smoke?
in these circumstances Ill choke.
What release it is to fully submit
Let me blossom forth and absorb every bit
I am carried to a world rarely spoken
As the tears run and my heart is broken
It is all too much and yet I want more
The very things that shake me to the core
Spring Equinox has come at last
As morning dawns from winter’s night
New dreams revealed from seasons past
Soft petals open to the light
As morning dawns from winter’s night
Awareness drawn from dreamers keep
Soft petals open to the light
Evoking visions from the deep
Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep
A guiding light that shines desire
Evoking visions from the deep
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
A guiding light that shines desire
Beckoning birds of feather home
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
Sing harmony, spring season poem
Beckoning birds of feather home
Synchrony of fecundate soul
Sing harmony spring season poem
Open heart to awaken whole
Synchrony of fecundate soul
A gathering of light transpires
Open heart to awaken whole
To blossom forth our true desires
A gathering of light transpires
New dreams revealed from seasons past
To blossom forth our true desires
Spring Equinox has come at last
When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing
and transient stars in clusters scintillate,
when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring
to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly gait.
He wends his way along the mountain trails
past opalescent rush of streams and rills,
goat-footed, on the paths that ribbon dales
and wind around and up and down small hills.
Then nymphs appear as, through the woods, he trips
to flower-smitten meadows. Fancy-free,
he leads them with his reed held to his lips,
till blithely they embrace his rhapsody.
So hear the music; watch the wood nymphs spin. . .
Then captured by sheer merriment, join in!
For Nathan A.'s ANY POEM GOES Poetry Contest
The Chicken Or The Egg?
The Chicken Came First
Which came first the chicken or the egg was a question of preponderance. A
question of the ages. I have ascertained all the answers to his quest. I have
never seen an egg magically appear or a chicken materialize from the thin air. I
have seen an egg and from the place it comes from it is not a task for the faint of
hearted person. The GOOD Lord has made all his living things to breed and it
takes two things a male and then a female please to make most anything that
breathes. The Chicken is not no exception no it breeds and then the egg is such
a marvelous machine and layered in love it seems to me to be a miracle of birth
to be a most very loving thing. Please have sense enough to have a chicken in
the yard to have a rooster too too have them both if ewe want eggs if ewe want
love to blossom forth.