Abundance of daisies,
Delicate white petals,
Leaves of green,
A meadow, so beautiful,
A joy to be seen.
Star shaped white faces,
Gently swaying in the breeze,
They appear everywhere,
In fields and amongst trees.
The joy of nature.
Wild and wonderful,
So graceful and silent,
Daisies so delicate and small,
A field full of daisies,
Such a lovely view,
I made a little daisy chain,
Especially for you!!
BLUE SKIES AND SUNSHINE
We all need a little sunshine,
To brighten up our day,
Beautiful, bright blue skies,
"A joy to see!! " we say.
Wonderful sunshine,
Such a joy it brings,
Golden orange and yellow colours,
It makes your heart sing.
Looking up above,
See the white, soft clouds so high,
So calm and peaceful,
Watching the world slowly drifting by.
Go outdoors and enjoy the fresh air,
Feel the warmth upon your skin,
Let the joy and sunshine into your heart,
And let the day begin!!
“When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rapturous rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze in twilight
the sedate skyline in the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of cloud clumps sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of pearly splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
that turns into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
unfurl the fresco of flowers where butterflies flitter.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
2025.3.24
Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday,
I came here with some body.
It was supposed to be our first time,
But it turned out to be the last too.
Time flies fast as it passed you.
At the end of the trip, he suggested,
We both wrote a poem each,
It was not to compete,
Just to express one own feeling.
I came here so many times,
Now, I have completely lost of count.
But after this particular trip,
What I loved most was the photo,
He took on the day,
And printed the poem which I composed on the day.
I received it as a pleasant surprise,
I felt such an honour by his gesture.
A kind and sweet memory for me to keep and remember,
To mark once we were friends.
However, it was ashamed,
We travelled on but separate way since then.
I continued my daily journey,
I was happy to do it with or without company.
Here I am at Phillip Island again.
To enjoy my day walking on the sand,
Along side the water washing up the beach.
There will be another day another trip,
But never have the same friendship.
arch of rainbow
spreading across the firmament
filling joy and love everywhere
honking peacock stretching train feathers
while dancing presents an
arch of rainbow
marching like troops
fluffy clouds with bulged bodies
spreading across the firmament
drizzling all over
whimsical music of showers
filling joy and love everywhere
Place : 1st
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Sailing along I sing with glee
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Such a beautiful day to go for a hike in a national park
The contrast of stunning scenery against garbage strewn everywhere is stark
These parks are for all of us to enjoy, but we need to show our respect
If we see anybody littering the ground we need to report it to the ranger to have him catch the suspect
It is time to hold these individuals responsible, who use nature's gift to us as their dumping ground
Maybe a large fine to anyone doing this, if they are found
Perhaps the sanitation department could use their front lawn as a dumping spot
Maybe that would serve as a good lesson that needs to be taught
Respect for anything in this world is certainly eroding away
Maybe we could all do our part to reverse the trend, what do you say
In my heart, I know a lot of us do care
Nature is there for all of us, let's look after it, there is no time to spare
Snowmelt from atop
Create nature's aquarium
Seafoods thrive below.
Written: April 05, 2024
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Perched delicately on the shiny cobalt.
The brumal sky is where it lies.
A sight that truly captures the heart.
With such beauty, there is no disguise.
Pearly salver shines with a radiant glow.
Amber and pearliness, as a full moon show
Surrounded by a mist of ashen hue.
A wolf, feeling glum and bleak blue.
Solitary and desolate it stood.
Amid night depths In a gloomy mood.
A bluesy dirge, yowls in the night.
Oh, the woeful wails of leaden plight.
Echoing through the depths of sorrow's reef.
Watery paint that runs under the leaf.
A mournful melody, heavy and deep.
In the heart's chamber, it does seep.
A melody dances, in mild waves cascades.
A rippling composed refrain.
The heart sings its sweet serenades.
Whispers of golden yearning strain.
It's amazing what a change of scenery
Can do for our psyche
Our whole outlook on life changes
We see things in a different light
More positive, more accepting of others
And the similarities between us
A break now and then is a must
Clearing cobwebs from our overloaded brains
Without a change of scenery
We muddle through never experiencing
A bright wondrous world out there awaits
A form of therapy I guess you would call it
A time to recharge our tired old batteries
I strongly recommend this break from reality
You'll live a longer happier life
It's amazing what a change of scenery
Can do for your psyche
blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival
For the mid-October contest of Andrea Dietrich
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dipping amber leaves
Earth spray-paint mid-October
crisp breeze, vibrant hues ...
reshaping insight whispered,
quaintness awakened for fall
Wind moves the leaves,
green, orange or other colours.
Waves move fast as the fish swimming.
Fast as the years
we fly day by day,
dreaming about something is lost
or is going to happen.
Fast is the moment we forget about the invisible,
there where is still a light.
Going down there into that spot,
where nobody wants to search.
We live the years that go by,
without playing our best move.
Moving as the clouds in the sky,
nothing to be appreciated.
Instead,
we should care about that toilet role paper
that, as life,
when it becomes its end,
it looks that it finishes faster.
Be aware about that scenery,
where you don' t want to be in,
because as fast you are the best actor,
you can become the worst.
“When from nowhere gloomy clouds veer,
from nature’s scenery I get gems of cheer.”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze
the sedate skyline on the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of clumps of cloud sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
turning into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
pristine petals unfurl on the fresco of flowers,
gleam of grandeur envelopes the mesmeric garden,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter
in the scented aura through the sunshine shower.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
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April 10, 2023
Word Chosen : Scenery
Contest : Writing Challenge - "S" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
"The sky is the soul of all scenery. It makes the earth lovely at sunrise and splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth a crystal-like ether, in the other a liquid gold."
~Thomas Cole
Sun rising in the pink skies,
Cuckoo cooing as it flies,
Embers of dawn brighter burn,
Nature wakes up as hues churn,
Evidence of beauty bright
Reignites mind spark alight;
Yon wonders of God delight!
10th April 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'S' words" contest
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