Long Natures Poems
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Spring has arrived, her cycle of life beckons
As she thrills us with greened anew
Buds grace the light as if blinking in the sun
Bulbs of many play peekaboo through the softening soils
As days grow into weeks, vistas explode all around
Colours aplenty bloom into a plumage of petals
Choruses of birds chirp, igniting patterns of lure
As pending partners charm and delight as unions are discovered
Natures carnival of blossoms and greens highlight her art
Whilst gentle breezes caress them as they drift down and carpet
Hours and evenings stretch allowing rays of warmth to radiate
Fruiting plants start on their journey of harvesting joys
Summer knocks on Springs door declaring seasonal appearance
As we look around and applaud, ripening is natures show of hands
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From the tips of the treetops
To the mountain peaks
Scenery of awe
Can make a grown man weep
Snow capped generals
Tower over lands below
Where crystal fresh streams
Down the hillsides flow
Ripples and whirlpools
On their meandering way
Passing greened pastures
Oozing natures bouquet
Animals off all sorts
Grace these scenes
Take a walk in the hills
And you will see what i mean
Flowers and colours
Out of this world
Sounds of the animals
Have to be heard
So next time you are driving
Through your country
You will be quite surprised
Too whats all around thee
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Did you know of a path, outside the wall?
Past the city, surrounded by life glore
A trail thats surrounded by trees so tall
It might seem small, but there is so much more
Beyond the buildings, away from the noise
What lies ahead, natures hidden trail
Adventure’s of mystery, grace and poise
It delights any viewer, without any fail
You might see a moose, or maybe a deer
Theres much to observe, deep in the unknown
As the sun sets, the end becomes near
The end of the trail, true beauty is shown
Spectacular mountains that reach so high
And the northern lights to fill the night sky
(read like bob dylan talk-sings)
back of the property there's a rattle of crows...
could be that wolf that was walking down the road...
this morning...look'n quite pleased with itself...
like it just ate...big smile and a trot that'd stop any car
and make ye stare...at natures spectacle look'n back at you
in yer machine...float'n down a gravel road...and wolf's thinkin...
man's fly'n but he can't catch me i've seen these things tangled up in trees...
along the road that is...lights flash'n sirens blast'n people die'n...freeze
or thaw...nature deals with interlopers...across her wilds...and territories..
stan sand
All things you have made fine in their season
the tendernesses of Love the razor of our reason
hollowed out the canyons where the waters fall
celestial lights above beneath the crickets call
the tilt of cattails swaying in the wind
golden heads of grain awaiting harvest to begin
Dressed you have the cosmos ever so brilliantly
every tree and snowflake no two alike will ever see
no man within his lifetime has every star he named
surrounded by this beauty and still your name defamed
without amino acids no living cells could form
repeating fractal multiples are natures patterns born
From the Rift unto the alpine equator to atoll
hot spring forests to tundra artic ice to freeze the pole
from furnaces of volcanoes rises and archipelago
diversity in all nature is geologies creative goal
Crystal caverns outback deserts to our rolling dunes
around the planets circuits are orbiting their moons
Every color many hues pastel to iridescent
architecture in every room the making of life pleasant
but mankind is filled with anguish and acrid bitterness
the things they've chosen to pursue is causing such distress
where character is more bankrupt than a homeless man
the individual only ego subjective is the every plan
Suffering among the nations its depth difficult to express
world wide is the concern we shall not escape its death
counting all the ages man has butchered his own kind
to control the the masses do religious leaders blind
It is your euology we are seeking in our mind
seeking every path of truth you wish us to find
Like our heartbeats pulsing from within
driving the force of visions to their final end
made you have us from the dust of earth
every living thing here from this ground
did give its birth
Songs of your Sons ...
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I stand watching from the village windows
Looking above at the sun setting for the night
I never knew how blind I was at natures show
My eyes blink in disbelief at the brilliant sunlight.
I am standing, staring and just seeing it so clear.
Mountains covered in snow, sparkled bright,
A castle stands grand and without fear,
And the sun just dazzles with all its might.
All of a sudden, everything looks so diverse
Now I see the world in its beautiful hues
It’s time to stop living life in reverse
Its crystal clear how things are for the few.
No more daydreams that aren’t real.
It’s so right that the sun is ever bright
I am looking out to see how I feel
The sky sparkles forever with its light.
It’s time to reach out and change the shade
The world has so much to offer for all
I see the answers and don’t want it to fade
Yes, I am fine now and stand tall.
Now I will go to sleep tonight and dream
I know that my life’s answer are floating
And I know where I am meant to be
Life will be different and forever bloating.
We tender that special moment that was well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth passages beholden to young hearts locked in eternal time for e'er so oft consequent the key of memories call. It beckons me now in subsequent years of a pensive soul tryst with thyself. Loneliness fades grasped by natures blooming redolences proffering counsel to evaporate my soul resplendent aspiration to utterance, awakening welcomed birds to flight and favor a dusky crown bejeweled with distant stars flickering arousal as a moon in its laborious mood o'er guiding men to sort out words of worn-out paper neatly tucked away neath backseats of a row vehicles parked on a hillside crowded lane. A cooled engine warms my car as I leave behind a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness.
2020 January 28
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats
It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears
The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted
It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore
this sad heart
broken heart
heart aching
heart delicate and weeping
weeping lost love
weeping to God
God Almighty
God can you hear this girl
girl of sadness
girl of love
love mine
love like a sword
sword that stabs my heart
sword of love's memory
memory that comes in dreams
memory and family secrets
secrets hidden
secrets from the past
past buried
past dead with the beloved
beloved that lay in death
beloved family husband and baby
baby who never saw the sky
baby oh the love
love locked within
love that inspires me to write poems
poems from my dripping pen
poems of love
love and sorrow written in blood
love has made me this poet
poet of painted words
poet of rhyme and verse
verses of love
verses of love flowing
flowing and floating for eternity
flowing with love and forlorn beauty
beauty is poetry
beauty in natures scenery
scenery to take your breath away
scenery down a beaten path
path winding in a forest
path to love
endless
endless the poems of love
love and love
love of a broken heart
heart bleeding
weeping
bleeding . . .
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May 18, 2015
Poetry/Blitz/This Weeping Love
Copyright Protected, ID 15-696-418-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best Love Poem #2,
sponsor, Skat
Third Place
Palisades Palestine
Raging fires Raging fires
mansions destroyed Babies burned
a million tears the dead cannot cry
the winds are whispering the bombs are laughing
who stole your water supply? no aid allowed in
terrifying, natures justice Americas politicians sign the bombs
your Big Mac was burned while complete villages destroyed
a few people perished hundreds of thousands slaughtered
fools denying climate change fools committing genocide
missing a little water are we? missing hospitals, children covered in
blood
your white Jesus turned it to wine Bethlehem under Zionist siege once more
go see the Resnicks go see Netanyahu
they stole most of your resources he stole human organs, like a genocide
before
you suffered a few days Palestinians suffered 76 years
poetic justice Poets shot in the head
why should I care? when the USA sends billions
you will rebuild the mansions innocent lives, lost forever, by your hand
in crime