Nature Over My Head Poems

Flower with head bowed,
Walking among the noise,
Yet the Christ has said,
‘She is adorned with splendor’,
Yet feels the pull of darkness....

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I shaved my head
and wore a robe
the mountain pass
I found at last
grew thin alas
but fat I got
on nature's lot
her sounds were not
my thoughtless strobe
though I...

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Lion Island sleeps like a cub 
between Angophora branches.

Scratching among leaf litter, a Superb Lyrebird drags 
his regal feathers over ruined castle-rocks.

In the tray of...

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An infant shoot - a tight green crook
boldly it rises to assert
with confidence its back unfurls
now upright it spreads out its arms 
thus fronds set...

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Paint a picture,
Build a setting,
Will for passage,
Upon this day.

Rearing its ugly head,
Ghosts with haunting,
As warmth rises,
Shadow of one's own,
Philosopher's cave.

Once entered, only the chosen return.
It...

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O to give from ifs and buts free,
To feel happy, pleased just to give,
Feel good that gift is well taken
And that, receiver too feels good,
Charity’s...

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Caren Krutsinger brought back memories to me,
Re her poem,
Do not give Missy Mob Salami.

I do not know a man who wears a Russian hat.
I do...

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Rest of the things on this Earth to grow Mount Everest to follow suit to grow by the hight of a school going child or...

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I behold what I have created,
immaculate but yet not true,
a celestial conceptualization created by the chiseling edges of my fended anima.
Your image does not belong...

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Fiercely flipping his tiller tail
The king’s snout turns to point the way 
To lead kin from a briny bay
Up a rustic roiling river
Of flowing falls,...

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a cluster of dreams
waiting for a puff of wind -
the freedom to roam


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DON’T IGNORE THE NECK
One may not have in mind that 
As we struggle to create convenient ways of survival in comfort
We are stabbing our lives...

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How can you run from what’s inside your head?
How can you neglect the abusive thoughts
Those dark thoughts
That spiral straight down
On an unfathomable slope

How can the...

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A woodpecker, banging its head on the bark of oak tree as it feeds


Date written and posted: 06/23/2018...

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I will arise and go now, and go to St David's Head :
A picnic I will have there, with tea from a Thermos flask;
And I...

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