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That thing that we call poetry - when asked where it began, I'd say it started beautifully before the dawn of man! It glistened on the oceans before man came to be. It blossomed on the grassy cliffs that met the first great sea. It glittered in the moon and stars and beamed on earth below in meadows where bright flowers danced and on the pristine snow. It sparkled on the lakes and streams, and when man came along, he took sweet words that flowed to him and turned them into song. This was how it always was before we knew of time. The poet who begot us all made it to be sublime. Poetry has now evolved, and as with many things, there are many kinds. . . but I still like it when it sings! Inspired by the contest of Justin Bordner and some of the beautiful poems I've been seeing in this contest Now for PD's Best Poem of 2014 - Poetry Contest
The gentle music flows from every drop of rain, as it just lightly taps against my window pane. The wind begins to whistle it's own melodious song, while the wind-chimes dance and play along. The soothing sounds cast open the windows and doors. I close my eyes and breathe. The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars. I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops as if they were at play. My breath now quickened with emotion. I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day. The curtains blow inward the breeze itself is warm, my mind is so peaceful in the calm before the storm. The sky's voice trembles from above a darkening cloud, as the rolling thunder speaks it's thoughts aloud. The thunder awakens the flash of light. The part of nature that sends some to flight. I chose to embrace the power of nature in the earth and sky. And bask in the wonder that fills my eyes. The rain seems to be letting up as it puddles on the green grass, and the once powerful winds are now calming down at last. The gray clouds are parting and a bright rainbow forms, proving that something beautiful can come from such dangerous storms. My eyes close and I breathe in the scent of the cleansing rain. The brilliant hues of the rainbow dance in my mind where I feel no pain. The sun peaks from behind the clouds just to say hi. I feel the warmth against my face as I view the beauty with a sigh. Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"
The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills, Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an' hills. We call it 'home', our little world, our very own frontier, Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer. Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air, A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer. A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play, Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day. This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged, An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged. In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled, Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old. The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men, The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when… They all had come from yesterday to help me understand Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land. A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear, But as the morning went along the reason got real clear. They rode along with me that day to show me things I've missed, The things I've seen a thousand times an' some I'd just dismissed. Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today, Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away. They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by; An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh. The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays, When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways. We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone, An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone. At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind, The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind. The Earth He made's been feedin' us a half-a-million years, An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers. I do not know if they'll return or if they'll feel the need, But I'm prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead. We all are spirits ridin' time with bodies of the Earth, Whose time has come to take the reins an' offer up our worth. The land has been the legacy we cultivate an' reap, The life has been the heritage our father's fought to keep, An' we are bound throughout our time with those who came before, To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.
You have caged me for too long I want you to just let me go, I have to spread these feathered wings I need to feel the wind's blow. You know that I love you truly I said that I would never leave, I want to see the rain's dance Not just sit here and perceive. The scene never changes, day after day I want to go where white roses bloom, I have never seen an ocean's wave And neither have you, I assume. I need to see the autumn tree's change I want to see the snowflake's glisten, I am wishing on the stars as they fall This is my dream, so please just listen. I want to fly in the sky's blue I need to feel the sun's burn, When I have experienced these wonders I promise that I will return.
Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?, I sit and ponder that very thought, During the daylight and in the nighttime, Wondering, were we ever there or not? A crescent moon smiled down on me, Shedding it's white light upon the ground, I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently, And it was there, that me, you found. Lavender flower petals I did pluck, As I was seated atop the green hillside, Does he love me, or does he not?, My love for you, I could not hide. I only saw you as a dark silhouette, A shadow that walked upon the ground, Among silver stars and a midnight sky, Your gentle voice was the only sound. My darkened silhouette was no longer alone, While yellow fireflies around me dance, When you came to join me atop that hill, In the meadow's softly illuminated romance. I was embraced within your arms, As your most tender kiss met mine, On that one warm summer's night, When our kindred spirits did entwine. So sad was I when the time came to part, As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair, Although, what a beautiful dream it was, When I awoke and found you there. Waking Dreams Contest April, 4th, 2014
Emerald etchings are given birth to bask their lives in summer's sun, until brushing brutal winters cheek, They cower yellow; brown undone. Swirling down onto concrete pyres, They somersault to a random grave. The earth lays claim to copper corpses But the winter wind is a cunning knave. It finds and flips the fallen fibers, then flings them crisply to the street. The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. Now strewn about with playful malice, and denied the resting place they crave, for the golden sun is a glint of amber, but the winter wind is a chilling knave.
Splendor of Autumn in its glorious bloom Bestowing us with nature's gifts precious Fragrant orchards with their ripened looms Tempting aroma of the fruits luscious. To the Autumn born, the season appeals As I inhale lungfuls of the festive air Drum beats reverberate, child's gleeful squeals We celebrate Autumn with unique flair! Auburn hues of the flora flourishing Trekking dry hilly trails with impish pride Vibrant beauty of fauna simply ravishing Toddler enjoying his piggy back ride! Armed with dry sticks tiny hands fiddle To catch the colorful flipping butterflies Beneath pattering feet crispy leaves crinkle The sail-boat clouds drifting through blue-glass skies. On a pond blossoming with lilies and lotuses They empty their left-over dewy wet delights Nature basks in sunlight's golden caresses The whole cosmos soaks in wonderful sounds and sights! 17/08/2012
The smell of the summer night air Takes me back to times we shared You and I dancing beneath the moon Crickets playing a lovers tune Trees full with lush green leaves Whispering poetry to you and me A view from beneath a Missouri bluff Talking of passion, love, and lust Your hand in mine strolling the path Sitting on the deck and looking back Picnic tables and barbecue grills Driving and parking, is this for real? My memory's filled with your sweet love Do you remember that snow white dove? A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky Best friends forever, a promise, no lie It excites me to think that every year Whether life or memory I return here We will create magic again I know On a summer night in the moon's soft glow Copyright © 2009 Lena "Lolita" Townsend *inspired by John Heck's "Summer Celebration" contest
Whisper Of Your Soul (Soul Listens On A Whisper) Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side Lifting skirts or is it veils? Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light Barely able to mutter the words, "the light of day", the endless dance You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin's secret opens here Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true Holds on to quiet in the silent glen Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you Created on 12/16/14 for "Whisper Of Your Soul" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
we our souls will spend our time repenting but the body of truth always comes to light in drawing an end to come with true believers so they can see the many faces of the devil greed in this world money takes over always as they worship first with the devil's tools invading our space all for the sake of black liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure shame on this world absolutely for mankind has not learned at all given profound problems aplenty and stands the testimony of our times while war does not resolve anything—death's end only when family lives are directly affected they have the fighting right to protect and live wherever they choose but we are all controlled and always told what to do openly or furtively in a system rolling unto the end of mankind shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh countries run amok and history repeats itself doing the devil's work at command or by one's will while throwing our money around with profligate zeal like they are usually royalty by some birthright and this says so much for the world we live in today looking at their greed it's oh so clear for all to see that with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense running everything into the ground to support their lies present catching the past and past is the future's prologue Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright one chance will come with a golden sun shining but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand two paths lie in tomorrow's dawning shadow dark— the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever! Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 4, 2014) (Quatrain unrhymed poetic form)
She wallops a daisy on her way to the sky Then slowly recedes like a blur in the eye Spontaneously wild capricious she plays While fingers of wind, unravel the way She's playful this fall, a tease of mesquite Sending silky bit wisps on rosy red cheeks Sand dunes parlay as she talks to the runes And lily grass trembles by beat of her tune She's wildly unkempt, Medusa's slow chill With the sweep of her hand she ruins a bill Jubilation of feathers, are waiting to dance Hoping for rises, from breeze tilted stance Heaven's washed clean as Styrofoam cups And clocking the winter, she hurries atop String been and thin, prissy curve-straight She shoots down heat, and opens the gate Mystic Rose August 28, 2014
No ripple of breeze could be half as gentle than those tiny feet, as they lightly tread through the open meadow of poppies blooming while morning sunlight lay gold on her head
At the Rio Grande gorge A high desert camping spot Sleeping soundly on my back On a canvas camper cot Nature's bidding wakens me Then I know that I must rise In chilly desert darkness So I split my sleepy eyes Horizon to horizon The resplendent Milky Way! Transcendental radiance And it steals my breath away Mother Earth embraces me I see Father Sky above A trinity of unity An eternity of love Hesitant to break the spell Minutes motionless I lie In this enchanted moment I could be content to die...
Petals in the wind I saw with my girl one day. On some boughs of trees they stirred with a gentle sway. As they moved, the wind picked up till that mighty breeze blew the petals all at once off the pretty trees. Then the petals danced around swirling to the ground like small ballerinas whose slippers make no sound. Crimson, pink and purple, they - like bright butterflies - fluttered and sashayed before our enchanted eyes. Suddenly the air went still. Petals everywhere fell to ground while some adorned my sweet daughter's hair. Happily she shook them out, turned to me and grinned. No more would we see that day petals in the wind. For PD's third contest for poems about nature
The very first week of every October Bright yellow, orange, amber, purple and red Splash artistry on New Hampshire's White Mountains As the tourism season comes to a head North Conway's old railroad station is abuzz Men in traditional conductor attire Escort sightseers to seats with pane-free windows To peer out at landscapes in colors of fire The spectrum on dappled mountains evokes awe Caught by camera lenses as cool winds blow Offering a chilly reminder to all That these peaks will soon be blanketed by snow Clickety-clack, the train hugs its aged track Freeze-frame photograph images will remain Recalling the splendor of fall's peak foliage Until spring breathes life to the mountains again * Rides on the North Conway train are only offered in autumn. Written for the "Fall" contest.
Above the clouds, I long to be Among the other things I see Where I can stand and shout out loud Here I stand, above a cloud! Where whispy trails of jets in flight In blue skies, patchwork quilts of white While here below I am, a grain of sand As people travel from a far off land Above the clouds on a pitch black night The moon peeps out to share his light The stars still seem to find a way To dance around the cloud's display I'm amazed at the ability of man To send satellites soaring, like they can Above the clouds and far beyond Like they posses a magic wand But, most majestic of them all Is that snowy mountain top so tall Where I can stand and shout out loud Here I stand, above a cloud! ©Donna Jones
Magical crescent moon Shining on the path below Lighting the way for lovers Together as they stroll Exploring the enchantment Of the animals and the trees Finding their own Utopia Beneath natures canopy Together they may hear A love birds sweet melody As the crickets and a bullfrog Seem to join in harmony Sparkling stars and dewdrops Fireflies dance about merrily As winds song within the leaves Plays a lovers symphony The smell of jasmine in the air Rose and chamomile so sweet With just a soft hint of patchouli A lovers perfume as they meet The mystery and excitement Passionate kisses, perfect date These two lovers souls connect In this mesmerizing place
Elegant Goldie and handsome Leaf Red Brushed one another, thus happened to meet mid-air, where Goldie by Red then was led In one-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three beat. Gliding and twirling, they waltzed all around, Up the hill, down the hill, over a stream. Sliding but never quite touching the ground, Like Fred with his Ginger, they danced like a dream. Goldie was glowing with sun's going down. Red seemed like crimson against twilight sky. Rustling his suit while she whirled in her gown, They glittered while wafting first low and then high. Nature was humming the Falling Leaves song; Chill autumn breezes kept urging them on. Fluttering fluttering all the night long, With hoot owls hoo-hooing, they danced until dawn. Suddenly, all became still in day's light. The couple was parted, for wind ceased to blow. There came drifting down something moist and white. Farewell, pretty leaves. Now is Dance of the Snow. Andrea Dietrich 10/2/11 For Francine Roberts' Nature Story Contest
Though it seems like petals fell by the wind But actually the flower pushed them out One by one they would fall from the flower But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew Carried them far in the air, so privileged But the flower held firm to those last few It wasn't letting the wind gain leverage But as the petals came loose, and wind blows Petals would dance a special loving dance Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong Flowing was second nature like a trance Powers of the flower outweigh the wind But the petals when free get a joy ride No matter the petal, wind will get you Free to flow down, nature you must abide Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest 1/19/2013
My heart is amazed by His boundless compassion My heart is in awe of the love of the Lord The hand of His mercy endureth forever What riches of kindness in heaven are stored! My heart is amazed at the sight of creation My heart is in awe of the works of the King The fountains and river, the depth of the ocean, The rock and the trees of His greatness shall sing! My heart is amazed on the height of the mountain My heart is in awe of the stars in the sky Unmoving, unchanging, the Lord is eternal Though years of the mortal so quickly fly by My heart is amazed by the lamb and the lion My heart is in awe of the birds in the air Created for man by the hands of the Master The heights and the depths of his dwelling to share My heart is amazed by the King of the nations My heart is in awe of His death on the tree The Lamb that was Slain, by the word of the Father Arose from the grave my Redeemer to be! -- By Isaiah Zerbst- Feb 9, 2013 - 18.104.22.168. metre --
Grasshoppers and katydids Cactus, growing in the sand Palm trees near the ocean May-apples in the woodland Parrots squawking in the jungle Moss creeping over rotten logs Luscious ferns filling forests Huge dinosaurs, tiny tree frogs Watercress and lettuce leaves English ivy, honeysuckle vines Grass snakes and lunar moths Cedar, fir, spruce, and pines Myriad grasses, filling meadows And blanketing every lawn Fields of corn and sugarcane Fat caterpillars, tiny inchworms The stem of every flower the fat shell of every bean Looking around, it would seem Our Father favors the color green
To have lived not being loved at all - hunchbacked like a question mark- your soul continuously on parole imagine beauty in the dark Perhaps we passed each other in the speed of different trains colliding with the time in one - abandoned newborn girl in need the other - useless vagabond and wine. Was it your Soul who shook the Jacaranda tree and made it burst and rain with purple fairies? Or just a whispered cry within the depth of me - too much horizon and no space for prairies... Imagine beauty in the dark When wings demolish walls of sorrow I'll die again an injured lark Reborn in Phoenix bird tomorrow. www.scripca.com
I've pondered this since I was a child What makes the grass so green I know there's a logical explanation Sure seems like some magical scheme To explain why oceans are a deep indigo Or the cerulean blue sky up above The rising sun is a bright yellow ball Why magenta is the colour of love Pink is associated with a baby's skin As we cuddle and snuggle and coo Mauve is usually the colour of sadness When life throws a curve at you The colour of nature is a wonder to behold Artists have tried to capture its magic What if the world was just shades of grey Sure would be sad and quite tragic So pray when you wake up each morning Nature's colours will still be the same It's what makes this world a joy to behold And its beauty continues to reign © Jack Ellison 2013
Colorful symphonies sound As red and gold bells fall down, Shook loose by crisp cool air, Tinkling their way to the ground. Displayed on the limbs of trees Are rich orange marmalade leaves, Visions of autumn's dessert Tasting sweetly upon the breeze. Autumn brews warm concoctions With auras of perfection And richly spiced aromas, Which soothe our frayed emotions. Fall's festive nature brings out A spirited dancing shout And lovely celebrations With beauty bursting about. © 08-16-2012 For: Autumn's Beauty Contest
Dripping from red rose's lips To black-eyed susan's amber petals, The dew paused there -- a thorn to kiss, And carefully slipped through stings of nettle. Down to bloom of baby's breath And on a string of bleeding hearts, In tandem dripped in dance of death, Though pink impatiens softly caught.
The Kookaburra, this terrestrial Kingfisher like bird With it's onomatopoeic call, laughter in it's world They inhabit arid savanna's and humid forests so lush Also suburban to residential, as all around them humans rush These beautiful birds are sexually dimorphic in their look Their plumage sometimes differs, but in some your not mistook The Rufous-bellied, Spangled, Laughing and Blue Winged Are the four Kookaburra's who chortle as they sing These beauties from Australia, are carnivorous in their eat From lizards, snakes, insects and mice, they sure do love their meat Oh to hear a Kookaburra, in their wild and natural place Their another of natures joys, that human eyes do grace
Forsake me not, for I would pine and waste, like tendrils on the vine that shrivel when the rains abscond and nullify our special bond. For eglantine shall flourish not when kept in shade, stilled in the pod, nor will our love, without the spark of nature, and the love of God. Remain here, nestled in my care, and feel the measure of His power, with nourishment for heart and soul, as the elements sustain the flower.
We waved goodbye to the summer skies As we walked below the last canopies of green Our memories in awe at mother natures blooms Appreciative as we witnessed her scene Fading colourful spectrum's shared many a bed Butterflies and insects buzz out another year Yesterdays scents captured in our minds Her beauty simply amazes, even brings a few tears The winds through the trees whistle mournful tunes Whilst the weakened leaves start their spiralling fall We walk as they drift on the Autumn breeze To watch their demise leaves an eerie enthral The evening descends absorbing the light of the day Giant cathedrals of brown change to an ebony black Invisible sounds resonate amongst shadows of dark This seasonal change shows no lack Hand in hand we have walked through this beautiful park Stopping and staring at the most beautiful of views We head back home contemplating tomorrows writes My girl and I sharing natures inspirational muse http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-9.php
Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay We happen across an Oak tree, as old as old can be Below it's green filled canopy, we lay in love so free We chatted and chatted for ages amidst this greenery Our minds knowing our eventual, to be naked and so free We turn to face each other, leaning in we share a kiss Our eyes know our looks, to be in desirable bliss Lips now touch like whispers, in gentle delightful flow Urging excites our wants, our desires in us grow Slowly I undo her buttons revealing charms so sweet Her body reflects my attention, in pertness rising greet Cupped I kiss her gently, her hands run through my hair Her torso openly naked, whilst the Oak can only stare Sighs now resonate across this meadow of colour She whispers words of crave, delight my wanting flower I touch, I kiss and caress, this bloom in radiant pink Two now become one, as we start to love in sync Frantic kisses now shared in lusting craving require Our orchestrated echoes confirm our wanting loving desire Amidst a flowery meadow we walked this sunny day Two in love a wandering to find a place to lay Our passion and love flowed in this lovely flowery place Below the oldest of Oak trees, lovingly we graced http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php
Amidst golden sands on a blanket I sit Surrounded by voices of beauty I admit Summer breezes caress swaying reeds on the stem Birds look for seeds as they are welcomed by them Waves change to breakers as they change back to waves Upon golden sands they caress day after day The chattering of birds as they glide overhead If we could understand them, hear their words that are said To the waters edge I walk barefoot on the sands Admiring such scenery no matter where I stand The intermittent feeling as the waves brush my skin Allows me to comprehend as I take it all in The afternoon passes as the evening now descends As I say farewell to the beach and the waves that never end But I shall return to the place that never sleeps To add to existing memories, that I'm fortunate to keep http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-14.php
Through my living room window I see the most beautiful glen With granites of grey Towering up to a Ben Greened spreads of heather Purples and white Amidst an ocean of green A most wonderful sight Forested slopes Carpet the glens sides Whilst a sparkling river Centers the great divide I look to the skies As they turn battleship grey An impending storm Is heading my way It looks like the glen Is in for one hell of a night The last storm we had Was an explosive delight Fork lightening, thunder Obscured by clouds One follows the other Arcing out loud I await the winds And the vertical rains Lashing with force Against my cottage panes Suddenly, theres a massive roar More powerful than i have heard before A sheet of lightening lit up the sky Capturing the Ben of granite high This man of old, caught in silhouette Standing guard over his beautiful glen This icon, this keeper of the Saltire Blue Stands tall and proud like Highland men Hours pass as i look on in awe From my cottage window through the rain laiden panes The power of nature in many scenes Drums and a light show washed down with champagne http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php
Jump into pistachio talc and fly on mists a'sparkle Dripping off me is butterfly dust Stand up and you can follow Dive off the chair you sit in to streams filled thick with cider Nap on webs of candied cotton strung strong by the sugar spider Open your eyes under water Catch up with me high in flight Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter as she swims in the moon beams at nights Sullied clouds fall past the ocean sleeping on silver tide's arm Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm Imagine the ocean alive with flutters of wings on the tide Strip all your preconceived notions and watch with your eyes open wide Glisten in green innuendos Sparkle and shake out your wings I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight taking flight on the brink of impossible things...
Flames of perdition Painting passion's fire Moaning moonlight Squeezing sensuous desire Lovers' lips Speaking sun glazed sin Tasting temptation Beaded on sultry skin Sweaty sighs Restless for relief Smearing seduction On eyes of disbelief
I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow standing on its center,an old weeping willow engraving some letters, on its thick stem I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem I want to draw,the blue of your eyes those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit to gamble for love, to win or to quit I picture...,the smiles in your lips lick your kisses' nectar as it drips stare at them,till they call my name lingering to end up,the glory, I claim I draw a heart,with compassion and love gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love sending my devotion,for you alone to own unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone
THE FIREFLY Dancing in the moonlight, Twinkling through the trees, Sparkling in the meadow grass, Like diamonds on the leaves. Flitting 'bout the garden, 'Midst the Jasmine and the Rose, No one knows from whence they come, But everybody knows, That Summer brings the fireflies, With gaily twinkling lights, To decorate the evening, Like jewels in the night. Judy Ball
Drive across the country Let imagination flow Tumbleweed and flat lands Reveal a western show Mile markers pave the way Across this land sublime Wind blows through the car On my arm sunshine Generations of people Spirits across the land Occupy a history Of faces in the sand Deep inside our spirit Adheres to our respect This peaceful land of bounty No one shall reject Fresh cut grass lingers The present rescinding more Where old shacks and farms Grasp our inner core Land abound with wisdom Dust has settled down Enjoy driving the distance See another town
The moon, pausing near her zenith, On that balmy night in May, Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape, In varying shades gray. A mockingbird insomniac, With golden harp did play, And serenade his lady love With songs as bright as day. A shy, retiring whip-poor-will In some hidden, forest swale, Intoned his lonely-heart refrain, In a melancholy wail. The gentle breeze, that washed my face, Tasted honeysuckle sweet, While silver dewdrops glistened, On the grass beneath my feet. Though my magic, childhood years have gone On frightened wings of flight, I treasure, in my reverie, That enchanted full moon night.
Oh giver of life, you glorious Sun, You instinctively know what must be done. I bask in your warmth to gain energy; Marvel how you raise up each plant and tree. You, gracious Moon ever watchful at night Even aware when your eye is closed tight. You sway our emotions, also the sea; Cause turmoil at times or tranquility. I love you Earth and all of your creatures. There's joy in knowing you are our teachers. I will, to treat you with respect and care And pray that the world will become aware When we poison you, we poison us too. Keeping you balanced will grow life anew. We are blessed with Earth, sea, wind and fire; Ether, divine, our longing desire Helps us to treasure our blessings on Earth And love that's bestowed when given our birth. So embrace loyal Sun and moody Moon As sweet Nature sings her loveliest tune. © Connie Marcum Wong
Beyond the Heart, beyond the Hand of God Beyond the Soul, beyond the Tucanae Far beyond the Footprint, something odd A star spun in a spiral death ballet Ten mega-years of satisfying balance, Agleam pale sapphire orb of hungry heart Within whose core, consumption vied with valence, Then dearth of flame, in doom was rent apart Energies of which galaxies must tremble Up and down and strange, three quarks demand Degenerate, that coherent beams assemble To collapse and accretion disk expand At once a coruscating pulse of might Forlorn of solace Gamma's focused ray— A faint blue dot stood lonely in the night Ignobly vexed on tragic final day Photonic interactions deeply bite In distance squared proportional inverse Bathed silver in aurora bluish-white Mere minutes to expunge Pandora's curse Still fair the fields, and forests still stand tall Still swimming beings deep in ocean's lair Things still slither, scuttle, creep and crawl But nothing walks or soars high in the air Unfouled the nest, the storms abate their cause In purest air, all climate change subsides Where hubris reigned, disquietude withdraws In peace at last again, the Earth abides By Roy Jerden and Mark Peterson January 29, 2014 The poem depicts a Gamma Ray Burst from a hypernova striking the Earth and extinguishing all mammal and bird life, which are the types most sensitive to radiation. Note that gamma rays, like x-rays, leave no residual radiation. Click on "About this poem" above the title to see an image of a GRB event and images of most of the nebulae listed in the first stanza.
You have led me beside the azure seas to see the crimson coral of the fallen leaves so like the rainbows that exist within our kin the colors that lay upon our souls within There drifts our souls in the shades and hue where we slip the streams of the colors blue or light their soul in softest shades of yellow when in company as delighted companions fellow Or quietly lay in shells still and tinged of pale grey like the clouds that hang within the low of day or to climb the hills the foliage with its glistening sheen are painted trees and meadows in the depths of green Here in life the blooms that every spectrum see and offered us its view the veneer of eternity and not so transparent the crystals of our glass and our lives the shadows of pigments cast The cosmetic gloss that we can wear like makeup that dyes the actions which our souls we take up some like varnish are just cover for what is dull like the iron and the steel that contains our hull But the tints that wash and stain our soil can be the colors swirling within the gleams of oil where they run together as the eddy's in the water there each soul its colors is contained a single star COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it's only still dusk Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye… An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect The eye of the tiger with its golden hue He seems so neat, almost manicured too… The white stripes round his wide open eyes The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies The sweat does drip, down my nose My heart beats fast, the shutter won't close. His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he. Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do? A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew. Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click I'm drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it's time to die… Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see He's looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare… That's when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare © 26/11/2012 ~GG~ Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens
For you younger folks who ask the question Does your sex drive one day diminish My honest answer is a resounding "NO!" It continues right to the finish A sexy young girl is a sexy young girl No matter how many years have gone by Though we no longer see as well as we used to Young fillies will still catch our eye Please don't think of me as dirty old man Human nature is surely to blame Might as well dig a hole and jump right in If we can't play the ogling game What's more appealing and a treat to the senses Than a pretty young thing in shorts? It turns my crank, my temperature rises It's an exciting old man's sport I'm really just doing what comes naturally If you take that away from us guys Might as well overdose on our Metamucil And bid this cruel world goodbye! © Jack Ellison 2013
like rambunctious boys at play clouds drift across the moon masking its face in mystery light given and then gone to soon this fitful little summer storm playing ticks whilst lovers swoon we know it can not hide for long our secret charm, the summer moon 4/8/13
O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank And born of a mother bearing your name On all the yesterdays your water I drank Am still the part of your pattern and frame. My blood flows in thy stream meandering It's a kind of earthly immortality, I stand by you and feel kinship endearing Know not much about gods but your affinity I learnt to strive, to sink and to seek depth ever Simply Hydrogen and Oxygen doesn't make water Something third is needed to make you what you're Nobody knows except you Ma and your Creator. ******* Dr. Ram Mehta June29, 2011 Twelwth Place win in Contest: best dedication poem by P.D. ================================= *Gomati is the name of the river in Gujarat State of India. My home town Dwarka where Lord Krishna ruled once, is on the bank of River Gomati. My mother too was born there and she was christened as Gomati after the name of the river. Please click on the links below to see the pictures of River Gomati and the town Dwarka ================================================== Copy and paste the links below to see pictures:( Please share it on my blog if this doesn't work) http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-- mnJsfgKoNc/TgpR_pUcaGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/r3OxvDhVhlU/s1600/Gomti+River+for+PS.jp g http://1.bp.blogspot.com/- urY7xEhqWe4/TgpSDtfX4OI/AAAAAAAAAWc/g63z_gsliPA/s1600/Dwarka+with+Gomati+ Ghat.jpg =================================
Black Widow We made love in the arbour And loft--out of sight, Then three times at the harbour As the day turned night. Let's go into the parlour In the candle light, There's no more time for ardour. I'm ready to--Bite! © 5/08/2012 Trochee a/b/a/b 7/5/7/5 Andrea's contest:"Trochee" *Note: the black widow spider is known for killing and eating her male counterpart after she has exhausted him from all the 'love making'--mating.
Deep within the bowels of the earth a pressure builds up in intensity As lava and gases increase in growth bubbling and seething with angry fury The pressure continues to build up directly under the earth's crust Which finally weakens and blows its top yielding to the pressure's upward thrust The action produces a huge crater through which ferocious flames exit Painting the sky in a red orange colour in an awesome fiery exhibit It's a grand display of fireworks power generated by Mother Nature Which reaches out both near and far in testimony of its grandeur Clouds of ash and smoke rise up to the sky spreading for miles and miles around Obscuring vision both far and nigh before most of the ash falls to the ground A thick outpouring of red hot lava scorches everything that lies in its path Streaming down the sides of the crater as it moves on with relentless wrath Volcanic action has an awesome tale to tell of what goes on under earth's placid shell It's where red hot lava and gases dwell which when released create a fiery hell
Petals of a yellow daisy, windswept on a breeze, does he love me, soon I'll know what the flower foresees. Faith in a yellow daisy, will our love affair unfold, or will the yellow daisy speak of false hopes bleak and cold. Who'd think a yellow daisy, harbored such amazing power, foretelling my wishes, my desires in one single little flower So I'll pick a field of daisies that's what fields are for, to find that special one that says he's mine forevermore. APRIL 15/2012 WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONEa
I woke up this morning to the sound of you Tapping my window pane, I looked outside and saw the dew from the lullaby you played. Throughout the night You put me to rest with your rhythmic beat, And much to my delight, I enjoyed every bit of it. You showered me with pleasure, And ensured I fell asleep, You made me love the weather From beneath the comfort of my sheets. The coldness of your touch, Sent shivers down my spine, No one will know just how much You're playing on my mind So now that you've kissed me, And sang me that lullaby, You've made me so happy, That I can't go back to being dry
An old board and a rope had made me a swing, Sitting there when I was around the age of nine, I curiously looked up to see the first sign of spring, Where a robin was building a nest of twigs entwined. Summer's heat burned my shoulders, so I sought shade, I climbed up into your strong arms at the age of fourteen, Along with a book, I relaxed in a solitude no one could invade, I found myself lost within the pages and the leaves of green. On a lazy, autumn afternoon, at the age of twenty-three, I raked the dead leaves that buried my feet into a pile, Through the orange limbs my black cat peered down at me, Then leapt from the tree to play among the leaves for awhile. Now, as I am rapidly approaching the age of thirty-one, Branches are encased in ice, as winter continues to unfold, From my window, I see the cardinals and the disappearing sun, Reminding me that life still survives in the bitter cold. March, 7th, 2014 Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Memories On Branches"
" A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet." by a Rambling Poet In my mind I can wander down the path Feel the lovely peace of evening tide Escape the walls that hold me fast And with nature for a time abide I always loved to walk at sundown Feeling the passing of the day How I long to hear the bird songs and watch the squirrels at play My body has betrayed me now And can no longer take me there But the path is vivid in my mind And for that moment I have no care For the" Woodland Path" contest Barbara Gorelick 6/8/11 written for a friend who is bedridden
It is the nature of man to pursue And woman's to be pursued Man must do the wooing And woman must be wooed It is the nature of man to conquer And woman to play it coy He must be the strong one She must act like his toy It is the nature of man to explore And woman's to be sedate He must push the limits She must make him wait Ah...woman, you are to hold back And make him beg for more You must keep yourself aloof And just hint at what's in store You must give a only a portion To keep him from discontent Must be sparing with your love To make his jealousy hell bent For it is the nature of man to chase And woman to lend to the chase But learn this from me, angel These notions are vile and base For if your man has such a nature And slights your consuming love Don't waste on him your passion Escape on wings of a dove For love knows no rules or decorum It will do what it may please So do what you fancy best Be assertive when you tease For know that when the day's done And you are lying in bed alone You must be true to yourself Strip "Nature" down to the bone. Obey the voice of your heart, love Don't fall prey to "nature's" game Be a woman of these times And put these silly rules to shame!
Nature's victorious armies of spring and summer Marching are now, in a stunning glorious retreat, Proudly displaying the harvest's banners of plenty As their destiny's undertaking is for now complete! © Demetrios Trifiatis 16 SEPTEMBER 2014
Black night like raven peaks its strides On ashen wings hung low on breeze, While moon turns her crepe face and hides Dragging through seams of vagrant trees. Just when the thick of fog devours A hundred moths chain-links the sky; To pirouette in blazes, shine the hours Changing eve with diamond eyes. Meshed web of stars peeps through frail light As if to send a dazzling sign, That glossed winds can unwrap night"s plight When jeweled bugs and stones align Nature Theme Contest of Kim Morrison by nette onclaud
The African Diaspora was when flowers were trapped & caged Each day I think and wanted to see them free I see why... Your African beauty deserves to be picked I realize that its just a figment of my imagination that their creation is truly magnificent.
Earth, Sky and Sea comprising Nature's Trinity Interacting with each other continuously Water from earth and sea becomes clouds in the sky Returning as rain, sleet and snow as time goes by A delicate balance exists between all three Which must be maintained to preserve the harmony Man-made pollution on earth reaches sea and sky Threatening human existence both far and nigh The Trinity is embedded in you and me And we are all embedded in the Trinity Its matter feeds and sustains the human body Which returns to it at the end of life's journey All the life forms are infused with the Trinity Whether it's creatures that frequent earth, sky or sea For each is just a brief instant in life's journey In it's passage through space, time and eternity
Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing, sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings. Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see, niver mind wee thing jist let it be. Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land, aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band, Help tho' is niver sae far away, life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey. Yer mair important than yea think, mair important than oanything that's gone extinct. Withoot you an' aw yer like kind. this wurld wid be in a massive bind. So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look, yer really a giant in oany history book. Since the beginning, you have been there to provide, so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide. Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken, yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's. Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin. fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin. Dayin' yer very very important job, so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob. Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great, yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate. Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life, withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife. Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here, so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer. Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake, Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take. Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing, cos great nourishing life you duly bring. Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much, miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch. But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have, yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf. Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing, wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring. Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band, wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand. Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing, yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring. Feed the masses aw aroon the world, let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled. Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing, but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring. Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class, nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass. The Auld Yin.
It's another North Carolina morning, Just before I see the sun rise. To lighter blue the sky is turning, And nature wakes opening her eyes. ©2013 Honestly JT
On the plight of this garden till when to grieve Will this nest its glory retrieve The companion birds have all flown away O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave -Mohammad Yamin (Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)
Sitting alone in the light of the moon Twirling my glass of red wine I retreated back into my cocoon But still felt a chill up my spine Something flew by in front of the moon With a silhouette of a wide wing span Its feathers flapped slow as it sang a tune Its wings spread out in a fan Then off he went out into the night A raptor soaring in flight The environment alive in the moonlight Was an awesome yet fearful sight The quiet stillness of the midnight air Was a mystically charged atmosphere With all my senses alive and aware I wondered what next would appear The skeletal branches of a tree Looked grim in the luminous glow A leaf came loose and floated free To the leaf carpeted lawn below I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep And dreamed of a forest of trees And beyond the entrance further in deep The temperature dropped thirty degrees I snapped awake then in a flash With a feeling of foreboding And didn't really want to rehash The message too obscure for decoding I awoke to see in front of me The same old leaf shedding tree I thought I heard it speak to me But honestly, how could that be? I noticed the tree appeared forlorn My thoughts were definitely wild For it was only a honey locust thorn What some people often reviled I turned in for the evening after that Then heard a light tapping on the pane I saw it wasn't my Maine Coon cat That's when I went totally insane A limb of that tree pointed towards me Like a finger of a human hand No more wine but Sleepy time tea For me, I'm sure you understand September 20, 2012
You're always dragging on me-- got your sticky icky leavings all pver the place, any place most inconvenient. Always kind of spooky, nervous but defiant too, back up step out, get nose to nose as if to say you're here for good. I know it's you, at night, tasting my eyes, making me wiggle and a little itchy squirmy but never squished, somehow… One day there's one of you, lurking in a corner, the next, a window, under floorboards, cupboards, skittering all over my floor and ceilings and in my clothes so when I undress there you are, sitting like a star right on my breast. Okay. I needed that. To scream. Whack at something so terribly invasive, biting, so terribly unobtrusive, until you leave your icky sticky leavings as bumps all over me. When were you walking over me, in the dark while I dreamed, taking over saying I'm a leaving little spider left.
The sunshine reaches down kissing the trees Bathing them in light, colors sure refines Leaves wave within the movement of the breeze Capturing motion, and the brilliant lines Trees glow with sunlight, a part of summer Beauty brings signals, a wondrous pure heart Trees surely kiss the sunshine of slumber Harmonious blessings put on each part Sunshine evolves placing rays of pure light Directly onto the free flowing trees Colors glow with extreme, wondrous delight Great sunlight performs pretty as you please Smoothly the sunlight wafts on into play Kissing all around this glorious place The surroundings lift the spirits that say Enlightenment is plain, want for a taste The trees all align with the source of light Follows the like of the illumine sense Bright and white, softly warms with all its might The sunshine that kissed is surely intense Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Kiss Of Sunshine" contest 3/6/2013
It's the essence of what we're made of. It's right beneath us as we walk. It's what the Creator used from up above--- to make "the walking colours that talk". The essence of movement that kisses your face. It can push the sea and move the trees. Sweat on a hot day can be erased. Breeze that's felt with grace and ease. The burning flames put out heat. The colours are brilliant and bright. It's used outside when you need something to eat. It also brings dark things to light. It's the only thing that can quench your thirst. It's the one thing that connects all life. If you don't receive this you might just burst. A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife. We need all these elements to make the world go round. They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.
Snow dusted grass and trees and rooftops though not a flake was forecast this Hallow's Eve, an early taste of wintry weather now, nature's trick but not treat this Halloween.
Life itself is bigger than any love affair The magic of being in love may disappear One partner may become tired of what both share Leaving the other in a sad state of despair If you are one with love that is still enduring Please be thankful each day for what you are sharing If the love you once shared has come to an ending Though it may not be easy please stop your crying The price you are now paying with your suffering Is not worth someone who is no longer caring So just wipe away all those tears and start smiling Lift your head up and see the sun is still shining Listen to the birds and you will hear them singing Look at a sunset and enjoy what you're seeing Feel the glorious warmth of the sunshine on your skin Enjoy fully the wondrous beauty of living Even though life may not be peaceful as a dove Here is something you should always mindful of Love of life is more precious than all other love Grasp this sacred treasure with blessings from above
Itty bitty stink bug Laying upon the rug Itty bitty stink bug No one to give a hug Itty bity stink bug I hate to be a thug. Itty bitty stink bug Flushed without a shrug
The caliginous sky embraced the night, its mix of black and blue. Oh what a beautiful sight, To see the stars twinkling above right on cue. Tranquility I admired as I sat, eyes drenched, allowing the ataraxis to seep through my mind. Oh, solitary on a frore, hard bench, Yet here I am, savouring the scenic find. With only the wind in my ears, making the "whoosh whoosh" sound, blowing away the tears, I finally calmed down. Even the darkness felt at rest, and smelled, oh, so comforting--- Like nature at its best, making my heart go a-humming. And with that, I forgot about everything, my problems, and the roughshod world. There was no doubt, that I was preoccupied, just me, and my own little world.
It's been dull and dreary for months on end. The chill of winter is lingering long, Invading my bones and disturbing my mind. How I wish this season would hurry along. Waking this morning I glanced out my window, Expecting more snow, more clouds, more gray. But to my surprise and immense delight, Golden sunlight is in full display! Here comes the sun in all of its glory, To warm up the earth and begin its rebirth. The ice will soon melt and nature awaken, With colorful flora sprouting up from the earth. Here comes the sun, see it rise in the east, Feel its warmth on your face at midday. Winter's sojourn is coming to an end. Hallelujah! Spring is on the way. 2/14/13 Kim Merryman For Heather Ober's Beatlemania contest
I'm boating down the Amazon I sure am having fun I'll shoot a bunch of wildlife Before this trip is done But maybe not the way you think I shoot 'em with a lens From flitting birds and giant crocs To kitties in their dens The other day I met a snake But didn't say hello Instead I ran the other way As fast as I could go Then after that I got a thrill While snapping giant crocs With all the fun, I failed to steer And nearly hit some rocks That very night I pitched my tent And slept the night away Until some monkeys ripped the flap And tumbled in to play My camera pal has been around It's gone throughout the world We just can't stop, around the bend Are wonders yet unfurled ~November 13th, 2012~
As I was strolling through the woods, I saw him hiding there. So quiet, meek and mild was he, So sweet, I found him fair. That evening by the campfire, I spied him once again, Sitting just outside the glow, He tried hard to blend in, And not be seen by firelight, He came to guitar strum, He timidly crept closer, As to the tune I hummed. Crouching there beside my knee, The cutest little mouse, Came to listen to my song, And grace me and my spouse, With his quiet company, For he was all alone, And I felt blessed to have him come, For people oft are prone, To screech and rave about a mouse, Or something they think vermin, This tiny little thing of God's, Did not so me determine. Judy Ball We so often miss out on a blessing because we fear something or sonsider it beneath us. Once on a camping trip as I sat strumming my guitar by the fire, a little field mouse came into the camp and cuddled by my knee as I knelt on the ground with my guitar. I felt so honored that he came. He must have been terribly lonely or cold or hungry or something to trust us that way. He came to the soothing music I guess. When I moved he scurried away and I felt I'd somehow lost something special.
In the meadow, weeds flowering By a cluster of old shade trees Make a lovely scene attracting Some butterflies and honey bees Butterflies sipping each flower Flit happily from bloom to bloom Flaunting their wings of gossamer Giving each other lots of room Several colours of the rainbow Painted on their gossamer wings Put on a brilliant colour show Such a happy feeling it brings Bees also join in the feasting Imbibing each flower's nectar Doing so with joyful humming In their role as honey maker Weed flowers are in Nature's brood Springing up where ever they please They assist in providing food For butterflies and honey bees
She prowls the night with clenched jaw and pride, nothing able to smite her remorseless stride. The ominous reflection of moon shines forth from devouring eyes of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom of the Creator's bid and sighs. Grace moves her every limb and she precedes an enraged scream caused by ruins of a forest now grim and held alive by all but one stream. Her claws prophesy of vengeance though her heart yearns for reconciliation. Yet now there would be no leniency for a soul's annihilation. Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes she will embark until all that remains after furious thrashes will be the tigress' mark.
~A Colorful World~ The golden leaves reflect on the river. It's idling along catching silver slivers The brown bush casting seeds at the side Waiting for the spring birds to carry far and wide. The green new shoots pushing noses through Testing the weather before they renew The pink of the cheeks on the children that play Wrapped in colorful warm play clothes today. The grey of the mist as it starts to descend Proving winters not ready just yet to end The blue of the sky mocking above Giving a glimpse of a hope like a beckoning love. The colour of the world amazes me today When I was a child everything seemed so grey When did the colors start to emerge? I think it was when two lovers did merge.
Rocking and swaying in the breeze Tree branches are dancing with glee Such playful action of the trees So joyous, unfettered and free Leaves are all rustling and sighing With a sound like waves of the sea Like a crescendo that rising And then subsiding gradually Leaves that fell to the grass below Perform their dancing in the air The breeze tosses them to and fro Making the show a grand affair The sun is shining in the sky Bathing everything in its light I'm feeling such a glorious high Gazing at this beautiful sight
The rugged bark of an old tree with imperfection due to its cracks is a wondrous thing of beauty and it's the imperfection that attracts We know that a star-shaped flower does not make a perfect star Yet it has a certain loveliness that induces a sense of wonder A hand-crafted ceramic bowl because of its asymmetry is a wonderful artefact that is valued very highly An old-time cobblestone street has a unique charm and quaintness due to its imprecise pattern that gives it its loveliness Perfection is not easy to attain and even more difficult to sustain Beauty lies in Imperfection and they are a natural combination
With your nerves stretched paper thin, you tend to lose control. When you are down- -no chance to win, and feel need to sell your soul. Finding your back against the wall; no dreams, no tricks of fate. No harvest waits to gather in the fall. A butterfly morning breaks. I'll not blame the poor days on fate, nor give up on life too soon. While butterflies flit I linger late on a wildflower afternoon. Charles Henderson
Wafting on winds many miles from home. Hovering together splashes of black and white. A Zebra Longwing colony home from the day's roam, Oh, how happy I was to see that old familiar sight. Monarchs and Viceroys dash back and forth. But Zebra Longwings roost after each days dance. How did they get here so far north? Eggs or chrysalises traveled by hurricane, perchance. The pungent scent of lantana, there nourishment lies. A delicious yellow and orange feast; oh sight. The sweet nectar would fill the visiting butterflies. Thickets and trees were explored, too, with delight. Gathering at night, hovering, unlike other types. That nostalgic moment felt so good inside. Remembering long ago chasing illusive stripes. Years had passed but butterfly kisses still abide. © April 11, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses Sponsored by: Gail Doyle
Simplicity in nature such as animals or blossoms Stimulate a brain blossom translated into poetry Rhyme, narrative and verse have my thoughts like bright mums Energize for creation of whimsical concise subtly
Run, run, run and give it all up! Into His arms, commend your love! Through Him, you are saved! What a beautiful, glorious day!
The Orchid As the orchid blooms its long beautiful flower The perfume of which fills the air hour by hour The strength in its leave when open from bud No decay just a little wrinkle as in age it should If Orchis the son of the nymph and satyr Had not drunk of the vine and showed his desire As he drank long and hard at the feast of Dionysus His eyes fell on a priestess and caused all the fuss. He wanted her, was his drunken decree And he didn't care if she didn't want he He coveted the priestess as he drank by the hour Determined he was soon her going to deflower. His advances she said she would not take But he did not listen and her he would make But for this insult to a revered priestess The gods were determined he'd pay for her distress He would not go unpunished this was THEIR decree And ripped limb from limb they decreed he would be The bacchanalians did tear him apart and justly so He should have accepted the priestess she said NO! The father of Orchis prayed the Gods would restore The son that he loved and would for evermore After they listened to the prayers of a father distraught The Gods returned Orchis not as a man but as a flower they thought. Orchis became the flower with the strange sounding name Whose beauty enchants and its perfume does the same The orchid, the bulbs shape we will recognise today The part under the body, where a man likes us to play. © 9/02/2013/~GG~
Once the pride of the family trust The orchard is old and deserted now In the fall I go to walk in its past To its memory my heart does bow Trees that once produced the fruit of life Now in obscurity are dead or dying Black branches brittle with old age To produce beauty they are still trying An apple, not grand as it once was Struggles on a branch that still lives I pick it and taste its sweetness And treasure the succor it still gives For Brian's FALL contest...
Amidst a forest of green Alone a stone cottage stands In a setting so serene Surrounded by natures grand Majestic pillars grow skywards Firs, elms and oaks Amidst this forest of green The beauty of it soaks The seasons control its carpets Amidst this forest of green In winter with coverings of snow Springing buds claim the scene The plants explode into life Allowing summers colours to show Amidst this forest of green Petals in rainbow flow The mourning of autumn follows Golden browns show what was once serene The cycle of natures seasons flow Amidst this forest of green http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day
Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully D'ya hear that happy sound The corn is high five-ing each other The rain's finally pounding down After a record hot dry summer Getting buckets of that miracle stuff The grass is giggling just like the corn Sure hope it ends up as enough Nature is quite unpredictable eh One year to the next one following We never know if it's feast or famine In self pity we're always wallowing Should know by now nothing's for sure The weather will do it's own thing The only event we can rely on each year Is that winter is followed by spring Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully D'ya hear that happy sound Mother Nature's shining down again With her shimmering golden crown © Jack Ellison 2013
Fine white powder dusts the landscape, fluffy flakes flutter and fall, landing on our skin now pinked by the freezing air, taking delight in the beauty of the season.
My house has a bay window, quite special It overlooks my great flower garden Beauty shines where the moon carries along No piece of the flowers is a burden Nightfall enlightens the flowers out there From the bay window I can see the light Touching the flowers calmly and with peace I sigh with contentment to view this sight I finish my drink and turn to go back When I glanced right at some fireflies around I smile at this beautiful scene with joy The whole picture is a wondrous surround Russell Sivey
She walked and talked in a world called theirs Worries she had with her earthly cares Found near Hadar, this specimen of old A lady from our past, lying stone cold She walked her lands amidst horses so small In the Awash Valley where trees were so tall Naked to bare, all her kin were the same In a land so different, to she not strange What would she be seeing if we could see through her eyes Would there be hate and hurt and a typical despise Maternal and loving we can only assume In the valley where she lived, we have the same front room And just as we, she was born to die Evolutionary in exist, below the same blue skies She walked and talked in a world called theirs Worries she had with her different cares This lady I talk of, Lucy we have named From our past she existed, with a different fame She was the oldest of us ever found Lying stone cold on earths ancient ground http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
The same deadly story unfolds Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi Bombs rip apart our souls When will stop this atrocity They come in the form of Demons Kill in the name of God Nature created species and humans Why Humans created God? Bloated egos fill some minds Hatred makes the world go blind We are all born to die This is not the way, we cry Swear in the name of dead To slay in the name of God Dangerous game triggered by man The same God will destroy man
Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry, just running through fields of ripe huckleberry, keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees... going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees. More than childhood memories, such are these... a reflection of youth that removes them from nostalgia; husky peasants shaking off the husks from the golden corn; a tasty, hot corn meal for those winter's dinners drooling on my tongue. And approaching a torrent, I threw pebbles found on its almost barren banks back into the spattering water that I drank sporadically until I was full, to indulge in its freshness...squashing tiny daisies that seemed too afraid to squabble with a giant and fight for their survival. The southern landscape with its mild climate, was rich and fragrant, inviting hands to pluck the delicious, tempting fruits off their branches, scattering the thrushes engaged in musical tones; and I tongue-tied hurried along cogitating an instant. Would it be too childish to ask for a come-back, to relive the cheerfulness of the oldest days, ceased by time and age; to observe a reflection of youth take shape... and embed, in a secret, a conversation regardless of present knowledge? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A small tree, quite old, sits near the harbor Where the water swooshes into the rocks A real dark blue, near black, color exists A murky flow hits hard there by the docks The wind picks up, a storm is on the way Tree bends but surely refuses to break The sound becomes deafening with the waves Even by the beach the water does rake Past the beach is a lovely green pasture Wild flowers blooming here and there, softly Brings the feeling of peace before the storm Lifting wind displays its power greatly In the horizon deep into the sea The lightning flashes and thunder crashes Brings the storm on its heels, moving briskly I run to take cover from its thrashes The storm comes, a mega-powerful force Wind blows greatly, moving water fiercely All the flowers in the field hold their ground Just as it came in fast, it leaves quickly I'm free from the grasp of nature's fury Free to enjoy calmer waters once more Air has a crisp, cool feelings all about I revisit the small tree that's now sore Russell Sivey Contest: Surprise me Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto 7/25/2013
I spot a rainbow and catch a view, A spectrum of colors with every hue. They seem to melt into each other, Imaging what I might discover. At the end lies a pot of gold, At least this is the story told. Make a wish of a special place, Over the rainbow in outer space. I remember back when I was young, When I'd catch raindrops with my tongue. Everything then seemed so grand, I dreamt about of some far off land. As I grew older and out of touch, All of these things didn't matter as much. Things I had seen many times before, They pale in contrast as I see them more. The simplest things have beauty to behold, Like in the morning as flowers unfold. Birds wake up and sing their song, I wonder where it all went wrong. I used to climb the highest tree, At the top for miles I would see. It felt as if I could touch the sky, Or spread my wings and start to fly. As I grew older the newness is gone, The days of innocence for which I long. The rainbow reminds me of what's beyond. But the ripples are confined to the pond. Suddenly I begin to break free, Beauty surrounds in all that I see. At the end lies that pot of gold, A place where dreams never grow old.
Rough winds blowing Washing wild waves ashore Scattering about seashells It always makes me want more
Powerful Mother Earth collects her due; Both beast's and mankind's earthly flesh alike. Requiring respect! What man lied claims to; Repossessed via her mighty strike.
Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know. Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show. The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away. Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green, Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene. Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing, Formidable autumn is a daunting thing. Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues, Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues. Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind. Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend. Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze, At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze. Leaves parade golden in fall's nippy breeze. We are highly joyful—God does things like these!
Long slender fingers golden rods of light Reach for flowering foliage thirsting in His sight Nature provides the nurture A constant supply of balance upon dawns newly designed future Her fingers playfully hop across crested aqua waves Toward apricot sands that reside along our shores unscathed Trumpet vines cling to a stony ledge Gracing the walls of a sandy path that leads to the water's edge Carole Cookie Arnold
A world within a world Beneath the deep blue sea, Diverse ecosystems. God organized a mystery. An ocean of stored water, Recycles through the air. Worlds apart, together, Thriving without a care. Rain to drop upon the earth, As man and fish survive. Evaporates, falls fresh again. All glad to be alive. Amid the food chain life goes on. Automatically – The natural world where life did spawn, Continues genetically. Eons passed, extinctions came. Mankind thrived, explored. Face to face, though not the same. Two predators watch…in accord. © May 25, 2011
MOONLIGHT LOVER Silver slippered moonlight glides over the glade Kisses the birches as they shine Tastes the stream ripples rayed And drinks deep the shallow sea's brine.
Mother Earth spinning on your centre while revolving around Father Sun making day and night on your surface and the different seasons every one Your flesh provides the vital substance on which trees, plants and grasses feed and become food for birds and animals who partake of them as they need Some of those birds and animals feed others higher in the food chain and become part of the eco cycle which continues full circle again All living things decay when they die and return to you dearest mother to become substance that feeds plant life and start off a new eco chapter Rain and snow from the sky bring water that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers which have a food chain of their own among all their different creatures Water from the sea becomes vapour and rises as a cloud formation which precipitates as rain and snow and water after condensation Sun and Earth combine in harmony doing so since before our birth Thank you for feeding all living things Our dearest blessed Mother Earth
Shades of yellow Colors of pink Hues of purple The sky's wink Warmth on my skin Sparkle in my eyes My pigments singing As the sky smiles wide The sky gives a wink And smiles miles wide As time goes by it will sink But first let the sun rise March 2010
I travelled into my thoughts To somewhere I've never been The horrors that awaited me Took me to our human extreme I cried when I looked through The windows of our past And marvelled at what she gave us I was left in total aghast In the year two thousand and six Seven hundred and eighty four That graced the lands we borrow Were shown the extinction door The Tasmanian Devil never nasty To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land The Dodo so strange a bird Were in natures future plans Twenty eleven now awaits us Whilst us humans continually strive Nine hundred and five is now the total That will never be found alive Us humans, before we go to sleep Their falling of the edge of the world But hey! we'll never change We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php
There is a calmness that comes on its own, When I rest underneath all these trees. Perhaps it's because I feel quite at home When pine needles speak in the breeze. Or maybe the mother of nature Loves those who were raised on her knees? All that I know, is that there in the woods, I feel quite at home. I feel free. The quiet resonates within me; It seems to be deep in my bones, For I am aware of the stirrings of life, Though to others, these things are unknown. The sigh of rainfall, hitting green leaves, The chatter of squirrels on the ground, Nature speaks out in so many ways, With vibrant colors and sounds. Birds singing on misty mornings, Owls hooting woefully at night, The forest is where my spirit dreams Whether it's dark or light. How deeply I yearn for the forest, To once again hear the wind's song! Someday, I will go back there again, For it's there that my heart belongs.
The rain fell in silver strands Upon the lake its music made Accompanied by leaves and wind A winter symphony is played......... for the Silver Strands contest
The rhythm of the rising sun is a sweet song in the morn And when that rhythm sets the sun Luna's dulcet melody is born
Winter White I love the white of winter As the snow lies on the trees So clean and neat the landscape But so cold the breeze. Nothing's ever perfect I appreciate what's best It's pretty when the snow falls Don't think about the rest. I quickly grab my camera To capture all I see When come the snows of winter I cannot let it be. The white snow of winter Covering all the ground As far as I can see That snow is all around. I see patterns in the tire tracks And ice upon the lake What a pretty picture All these things will make. Children making snowballs Throw them near and far Looks like fun they're having Not at all bizarre. Heavy coats they're wearing Just to keep them warm Temperature is really down After that big storm. Yes, I love the white of winter But can do without the cold.
Laid as an egg on a leaf by your mother you patiently awaited Nature's magic spell In a few days you became a caterpillar then calmly chewed your way out of the shell You feasted on the leaves as you grew each day shedding your skin when it became too tight Then attached yourself to a safe spot to stay in a self-made cocoon to keep out of sight Safe in the shelter of your silken enclosure you matured to a fully developed pupa Within which the body of the caterpillar was transformed into a glorious winged creature You split the enclosure when the time was right and then crawled into the outside world slowly Your wings expanded and they became bright while the air exposure strengthened your body At last you stood with opened gossamer wings glistening with glorious colours of the rainbow Whose beauty brightens up the surroundings and lifts the human spirit wherever you go
Back in those early precocious days I walked gingerly in the woods Down in the south where I found out Life's beautiful, bad and good. Out in the cypress and sycamores Treading in the tall tall grass Where wild deer ran in those lovely lands And I grew up too fast. Whippoorwills sang in the summer Around dusk when the sun fell down And when the fireflies flew it was then I knew God was hanging around. Waiting on me in the sky and trees And the snakes and the weeds and the worms; In the Spanish moss and the way the wind tossed The wild flowers and Maindenhair ferns. On occasion I'd find Him sleeping In the acorn of the great oak trees; And under some rocks where I once thought He was looking right back at me. Long ago in another land I walked gingerly in the woods Down in the south where I found out Life's beautiful, bad and good.
Of all that is nature, I admire… the song of night is best. The frogs and birds and insect writhe, the breeze in trees undressed. Do you hear the whistling train, the sounds of far off laughter? Can you cull the lullaby sung... the peace that we're all after? The hoot of owl, the bark of dog the crackle of a fireplace The whirl of wheels on roadway as homeward fathers race. The creak of steps, the tone of clock, the call of wild cats mating, each tone rings loud upon the ear of man, as sun's abating. So, I long, for the deep dark night, when sounds are few and cautious, when dreams flit by on fluttering eye about our loved ones, oh so, precious. Poet:D. Guzzi Date:9/27/11
Nature is such a lady, always full of mystery Revealing over time her secrets to embrace At once both loving , then a stern master she Ours to wonder at each change of hidden face We can find her at the birth of spring And in the clouds that drift across the sky She grows the tree and blooms the rose And spreads her wings with birds that fly When the world is just to much for me to bear I go to walk with her beside the pounding sea She sings a forever song carried on the breeze And I find that she has always been a part of me
I watched a hatching baby chick struggling to break free from its shell that was its home for many days but now was time to say farewell Mom had pecked into the shell a tiny hole to start the process She did her part dutifully Now the chick must do the rest I felt sorry for the struggling chick and could almost feel the pain I wanted to break off the shell thinking it would ease the strain Then I remembered someone said The chick must struggle on its own to start its heart and lungs working for it to become fully grown I stood and watched as a miracle unfolded right in front of me All by itself the chick broke out and stood there so cute and furry There is a lesson here for parents who are raising a family Be protective of your children but do not do it overly *I actually witnessed this event. I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's TOO MUCH LOVE CAN KILL john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013
Undulations on the horizon Leave a most beautiful sight As their outline becomes clear Whilst the sundowns at night Above these darkened ancient Are different colours of cloud Their beauty quietly shows For to me they shout out loud As the suns about to sleep I see an orangey pink lava flow Cascading across the dark Momentarily a beautiful show Then suddenly in the blink of an eye What's seen is now gone forever For the memory will always live on When I die, what I've seen, is treasured http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php
You shelter me from the Autumn sunlight You're a mighty oak of tranquility Peacefulness expounds from your colored leaves The feel of Autumn is seen tenderly Through this awesome oak I hold my head high Where the wind blows your leaves move on along Supremacy runs through its hardened veins Where the wind blows nothing seems to be wrong Within the air are red and orange leaves Enhanced colors bring pleasurable days The sky is in a mauve great expression Lending right to the breeze a lovely haze The air moves across the oak tree swaying Seeming to just play with the sky above This breeze enlightens from where the wind blows The wind gives the tree an almighty shove In bewilderment I watch the leaves move Right along across the yard before me They tumble on top of one another It is where the wind blows that makes me free Russell Sivey Contest: Where The Wind Blows Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 5/16/2013
The sun breaking dawn in the morning, That invisible stream called the breeze, The blazing burnt sunset at nighttime, What magical mysteries are these! Even the pulse in the city: With ornate neon signs all aglow, Is a castle in the eyes of a child, Filled with wonders only they could know. Strange to think that there's everyday magic; Quite unlike what we read in our books, But the world is filled with such wonders So long as we know where to look.
JOB DONE In autumn, our love for this farm began, years ago. We pulled it out of the ground, and kept steady And watched the kids and corn and apples grow - Watched them ripen and become ready. Such love overflowed our hearts with passion. Now comfortable, mellow, fruitful, it yields Cosy warmth as we watch the profusion Of a job well done from satisfying fields. Everywhere there is ripeness to the core: Warm pies with swelled, plump apples from each bough Now loaded with golden, yellow blessings, turning more And more into a falling sunset of leaves covering the plough. Gathering birds listen in the fruit-filled orchards steeped In the whispers of the winnowing wind's crisp air - passed Quietly over the corn stubble full-reaped - That the time to fly is approaching at last. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Kaleidoscope (Quatrain) Midsummer fragrant blooms, pink lavender with a color twist. Russian princess red ruby dreams, gray shadows in the morning mist. Greenhouse delicate flower balance, springtime bluebells graceful alive, black magic green elephant ears Autumn wondrous hues thrive. Attractive butterflies graceful in flight shades of orange and lemon yellow, early dawn sun bright golden light wild multi colored sparkling meadow. With lilacs glisten in the moonlight like the early snow covered mountains beneath the azure drifting clouds above the Roman garden limestone fountains. Handsome fern leaf bleeding hearts, pastel shaded fragment flowers rich foliage white and blue bonnet spring precious silver rain showers. Erich J.Goller Copyright 6.21.2007
On a day filled with autumn sunshine With colours so vividly displayed Painting a rich picture in texture and colour Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade Mother Nature's proudest achievements Unmatched by any of man's canvas Colours so rich, with so varied a palette A picture of serenity so infectious Absolute beauty that lasts only a short while But returns same time every year This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory The sight can bring one to tears People have called it autumn's magic That time of the year when we gasp At the vistas of our glorious surroundings I will revel in it's splendour to the last © Jack Ellison 2013
The tree stood stark and lonely, All naked in the cold. Her branches bare, her lovely leaves, The breath of Winter stole. In spite of all she stood yet proud, Her branches raised to Heaven, A silent prayer in her heart, For Winter's sleep to lessen, The pain she felt amid the cold, The biting wind so cruel, And please let not some human come, And use her wood for fuel. Then the winter queen looked down, On Tree with sympathy, And gave to her a lovely gown, Of snow in symmetry. Now the tree stands all adorned, In glowing winter grandeur, And all who see her stand in awe, Of Tree in Winter's splendor. Thanks to Phyllis Babcock for her poem "TREE" which inspired this one.
Iridescent gossamer Dragonfly Sparkles vividly in a haze of sunlight Reflecting lucent pools and streams Dining on frog spider and termite Colorful transformations glittering Decisively emerging in lakes or marshes Zealously protecting her territory Equilibrium balancing harshness
Autumn days have now arrived our summer slipped away Red and yellow hues proclaim the change is underway Soon the leaves will start to fall the trees will go to sleep Temperatures will start to drop and fire wood we'll keep All of nature hurries now There's no time for delay Soon the winter winds will blow and snow will fall for days
```` `` `````` Captivating my senses, a floral banquet robed in gold- orange pinafores with curls, their faces upturned to greet new sunset trays of daffodils rouse fields in fragile twirls Untold splendor blushes of dainty youth luring me to pluck scented ruffles in a dish, but oh, daffodils in a dance whisper the truth "we're born free"; I bow and make a wish!
The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands It's impending approach is in natures plans From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust We have to take a stand, before it's all to late And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
Forsake me not, for I would pine and waste, like tendrils on the vine that shrivel when the rains abscond and nullify our special bond. For Eglantine shall flourish not when kept in shade, stilled in the pod, nor will our love, without the spark of nature, and the love of God. Remain here, nestled in my care, and feel the measure of His power, with nourishment for heart and soul, as the elements sustain the flower.
Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.
Falling rain, as gentle as a mother's touch On field and flower, the path and pond Drops glistening in first morning light Spilling over the far hills and beyond Showers erase the last of winter's rust Barren ground shows a hint of greening Meandering, delight in this renewing For the troubled heart, new meaning
The night turns to day, it is oh so cold; The moon is bright and crisp, the sun honey gold; The forests are brown and leafless, there seems to be no life; The silent peace within it, no ruckus and no strife. I love the winter forests, no longer wet and green; Everything within it, hibernating; Every once in a while, a small creature will stir; Sending golden colors up, a flurry and a whir. Note from Author: This is a tribute to my Oklahoma home which I sometimes miss very much!
I sail across the open sea, Moonlight kissing my skin, The rushing waves inviting me, My voyage finally begins The air is cool upon my face, The night is dark as coal, My sails are flowing at a fast pace, Sounds of the ocean comfort my soul Upon the water lays the moon's silhouette, A beautiful sight before my eyes, This memory tonight, I shall never forget, Sail the night until the sun shall arise Crashing of waves to and fro, Silence and solitude I embrace, The heart of the ocean I long to know, Finding myself in this magical place Wishing upon the nearest star, Dreaming my dreams on this cool night, The song of the ocean I hear from afar, Sailing in darkness until day's coming light
A wolf cries for the goddess of the night in the distant hallows of sound, yet reality's claws rips fantasy with fright and dreams between its teeth, ground. Still the dark of death has not yet settled for dusk still bleeds, the scarlet tears into lakes and rivers and seas mingled like wrists slit to sign creeds. Pain is not to last long for time heals the slights and mourning should turn to song, but the days will die and so will lights. Night approaches the threshold of time and heaven's wounds are healing in a show so sublime, one notices not the danger's gleaming. Finally the light gives up life. The final breath slips out from it's husk. Ominous and eerie, night's knife plunges into the heart of scarred dusk.
Is there any creature prettier Than a butterfly fluttering by A creature of the utmost beauty Like a rainbow high in the sky Varied paths on wings of colour A conspicuous fluttering flight Darting forth from flower to flower A delightful peaceful sight Dancing amongst the blossoms Drawn by the sweet smelling nectar Preserving nature's eternal scheme This fanciful pollen collector Is there any creature prettier Than a butterfly fluttering by A vision of pure artistry These delicate wings on high © Jack Ellison 2012
Beneath the starry heavens, myself I found Looking up to the awe-inspiring sky My contemplative mind, questions asked many That my reason, unable was to reply! © Demetrios Trifiatis 11 OCTOBER 2014
The setting was lovely and blissful, the company so divine In a flowery meadow we sat, this girl soon to be mine We talked and laughed and cried a little, under blue azure skies Reflections so true, of two in love, looking into each others eyes So many things we discussed, about our today and tomorrows Ahead in life are trials we'll face, being elation and heartfelt sorrows The one thing that absorbs us two, is the wanting to extend our hearts Children so very much wanted, will cement our future start Our moment warrants distraction, hush! as we listen to the sounds around Nature resonates in abundance, in her beautiful tranquil grounds The symphony of insects and birds, our choir on this day Colours that curtain our presence, in graceful rainbow display We lie looking at the sky, and the freedom of the birds Who glide and soar their thermals of life, their liberty never earned Whilst we lie in this flowery meadow, two souls so free to roam Freedom is granted to us, on this planet that we call home For the rest of the day we embraced, in silence and loving bliss Sharing kisses and moments of touch, with no other I would wish When the time came to leave, over our shoulders we looked around For this was the day that our future started, amidst natures beautiful ground It's many years later now, and our children are as free as can be We all should live this way, and raise them in liberty http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
The mist seems to be covering the cool water this morning Just like my grandmother's quilt lying across her feather bed The sun is breaking dawn, on the horizon brightly shining As I hear the last cry of a whippoorwill and wonder what it said The nighttime creatures have found their place for sleeping In their burrows and on highest branches, some now are perching The daytime comes alive with the sounds of all of those Who simply prefer life in sunshine I suppose The faint light of the stars turns into sunrise golden hue Then the sky above goes from darkness to pale blue The mist disappears as though it had never been Perhaps just being absorbed back to where last night it began The trees gently wave as if to say hello to a new day White clouds roll across the sky in an entertaining way Making pictures as they go for all who take the time to see What to make of each is up to you and me Now the sun starts sinking as the breeze begins to still I can see the moon peeking over the far distant hill I once again hear the lonely cry of a single whippoorwill The mist re-appears and with stars the night sky does fill ©Donna Jones
In Paradise She sits within a paradise Near fruits of orange hue Upon a book, so gaze her eyes Beneath the sky so blue The birds in wonderful delight Sing in this morning hour Beneath the sun so softly bright She feels life's gentle power Then her eyes they softly close Her mind goes very still This lady [ such a precious rose] Such wonder she does feel The birds, the flowers all around Become a misty haze Another paradise she's found Which her, it does amaze. She feels a presence everywhere Her heart begins to sing As she bathes within a joy so rare That only God can bring. 15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs. For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'
He steals across the courtyard, the ardent lover anxious to surprise, edging ever forward, with fiery consummation as his prize. His blushes blossom bright and hot, as he lays forth his course and his intent, ever nearer to the trellises, the shadows shrink, now no impediment. At his zenith he is seen by all, our blessed sphere in full display, inviting those who would to stand in awe, to pray, and then go safely on their way.
The countryside in winter, Has a wondrous rustic charm. Everything so picturesque, The woods, the fields and farms. The land is blanketed in snow, The trees in garlands, white, That sparkle just like diamonds, Beneath the bright moonlight. The brook that babbles gaily, Through the wood beneath the trees, Is icey now but babbles yet, And shimmers 'gainst the freeze. All is quiet save the brook, Through Winter's icey chill, Until the warmth of Spring returns, To bring the song bird's trill.
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The night sky calls, invites me home. The moon and stars shine all alone. The moon is full and starts to glow, When you're alone, where do you go? The stars seem like diamonds in the sky. They have no wings yet they do fly. Their brilliance just continues to grow, When you're alone, where do you go? The sun returns and shines so bright, Providing light to chase away the night. The rhythms of life still persist and flow, When you're alone, where do you go? The air gets hot as the day lingers, I watch as life slips through my fingers. There's something more I wish to know, When you're alone, where do you go? The sun kisses the horizon as it sets, What you want may not be what you get. A cool evening breeze begins to blow, When you're alone, where do you go? The cycle is complete as it gets dark, I look for a place to make my mark. The stars and moon begin to show, When you're alone, where do you go?
As the days grow shorter I feel discontent, I look at summer and wonder where it went. I remember in the recent past when days were long, Only to realize the summer is now gone. I still enjoy autumn with its chill in the air, The skies are still blue and the weather quite fair. Soon so many colors will be displayed in the trees, I'm not quite ready for the impending winters freeze. As I get older I see time does fly, I watch as the trees start to die. They explode in color in one last stance, Seeming to invite me for one last dance. Another summer's gone the air start to chill, I view all the beauty from on top of this hill. I watch and listen but it all seems strange, Summer becomes autumn Is this new change. I remember this summer with days that don't end, All that I've met become those I befriend. I'm not really sad but wish for more time, But I can't help but see the clock just unwind. The world keeps spinning as this season shall come. Still time is left for me to stand in the sun. I'm thankful to greet just one more day, I still hoped that summer wouldn't be on its way. As the chill grows I will wrap my coat around you. Together we shall cherish all we've been through. I remember hope and how it helps me survive, I want this one day and feel so alive.
The palm lined beach of greens and browns Foliage so lush in carpeted gown Golden sands gently brush with the tides Elements of two in caressing collide Virgin white breakers hush their way in Over aqua's and jade's, translucent ocean skins Whilst cotton wool clouds overhead slide Birds of many on the thermals they glide Periodically dark shapes enter the scene Rays of all sorts swim in tranquil serene Out in the distance through the surface they dive Terns and gannets in feed frenzy they strive Whilst the palms sway on this island, this gem This paradise lives and grows around them Oh how I wish to witness this place Maybe one day in the future I'll grace
On the sea breezed side of the mountains in my share of the Land of the Free, you will find me midst beautiful flowers beneath a grand evergreen tree. In winter- time it seldom freezes, and our summers are cooled by the sea. With soil that is richer than Midas, it's the life of a farmer for me. The wonders of nature surrounding are abundant and varied and wild. We're shaken now and then by an earthquake. So far they've been modest and mild. In the past our rivers have rampaged, bringing riches from out of the sea. We've tamed them with dikes and taught them more hospitable neighbors to be. The orcas swim up to the shoreline and then go right back to the deep. That I live in northwest Washington State, is no longer my secret to keep. By: Joyce Johnson
Like a furious woman, Brooding and fierce in passing, Before her people scurry For shelter from her lashing. Whipping trees unmercifully, Beating the green tops around, Howling with anger and savagery, Then suddenly all calms down. Crashing the sea waves higher, Sometimes not making a sound, Giving new life to a fire, Stirring the dust on the ground. Soft as a baby's faint whisper, She ruffles a young blade of grass; Then fierce as the wildest twister She knocks down walls and breaks glass. She can be both crushing and helpful, Fulfilling the needs of the land. Providing power for the people, Obeying Nature's commands.
It has sure been a long cold winter, Like wood in the cold my thoughts splinter. The cold wind blows so I turn around, Snow appears like a blanket on the ground. Everything is gray, no leaves in the trees, It seems the cold has brought life to its knees. Ice clings to branches instead of leaves, Everyone is clad in coats and long sleeves. Suddenly the sun shines, the ices melt. The warmth of the sun can surely be felt. Green sprouts freely from the ground, I hear the birds sing a joyous sound. Spring's in my heart, life is reborn. Cold winds replaced by a breeze that is warm. Flowers start to grow as colors return, Rivers rise up with a foam they do churn. Summer arrive and everything grows, Colors explode as the sun glows. It gets hot so I sit in the shade, Trees provide a canopy, leaves they made. The days are so long, filled with light. Fireflies dance in the warm summer night. Fish jump up to catch bugs on the pond, My imagination grows and moves beyond. Soon the winds chill, Autumn's in the air, The sky is so blue the weather still fair. Leaves change colors, like a picture in a book, They start slowly and become everywhere you look. The wind gets colder the leaves fall to the ground. Caught in a breeze they make a rustling sound. They seem to blow and get tossed around, Look up in the trees, none can be found. The cycle of life repeats once again, New life arises from the ashes of the end. Abundance in spring, fall shall deplete, Living then dying the cycle's complete.
Spring The alluring season called Spring Will be upon us very soon Buds anew will prosper As we await their impending blooms Summer As we await their impending blooms Amidst the canopied veins of greens Summer is the month of rainbow colours So radiant in their extreme Autumn So radiant in their extreme Are the colours of Autumns cry It saddens one to see them fade Drifting to their eventual lie Winter Drifting to their eventual lie Winters patterns display with grace Splendid scenes that nature shares Makes this world a better place http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php
Kooky cow,short- horned with humped back from east, Thick white furs spotted like the jungle beast, Your long brownish-black tail drives off the flies, Thanks! O` egret for picking off its lice. Slow chewing of cuds deep into the night, Legs shaking, teeth grinding a normal rite, Grass cutting diastema with mucus nose, dripping down slowly to add to this dose. All-day your body moves rickety way, Sluggishly lying down like potter`s clay, Milk oozing from a brown nipple big breast, Rancid and congealed on the skin like crest. CONTEST:"The Synathroesmic Cat" sponsored by Suzanne Delaney
The dead red barn and dark dead shed, Betwixed and between we fare to die-- The broken windmill fills the fallow hill. In the never-ending wend of wind The salt-spray frays once-baited nets - We thus discuss the rough of sea Against men's centered strength of will-- This spill of will predictive still When man must conquer monster tourqoise blue, Wed by tempests true--to the red dead barn, The dead dark shed and fallow hill; Betwixed and between--it's there we fare to die.
A full moon, she paraded amongst subdued stars A bright sun swooned then faded admiring afar How the sun's love grew brighter His moon boldly smiled Hanging full, she grew wider her shape had beguiled
Our Earth, A truly magnificent place, Just a small oasis, In the vast emptiness of space. Our Earth, Home to many wonders, Slowly being destroyed, By man's silly blunders. We use, abuse and pollute, But too many still fail to see, That our home is being changed, And is not what it used to be.
All night long the snow was falling Day revealed a blanket white Snow still floated from the heavens Making such a pretty sight Trees are weighed with heavy burdens Fences topped with pointed hats In the yard a complex pattern Where the snow went through the slats Quail are hopping by the window Making little trails of tracks Deer are stripping down the bushes Shaking snowflakes off their backs Though the day is white and cloudy Still the snowflakes seem to speak Saying, "Look at winter's blanket It is perfect and unique." I can't wait to make some snowballs See the snowflakes flying by And to feel the snowflakes stinging As I look into the sky So I'll make myself a fire And I'll heat myself some tea Then I'll build a giant snowman For the neighbor folks to see When I get all wet and snowy And my fingers get too cold Then I'll make the biggest cookies That my stove could ever hold
The weatherman is predicting rainbows As this early autumn storm passes by A few more weeks to enjoy the warmth Before southward the geese start to fly... I savor his words this fall evening As I watch the pink clouds in the sky The world could use a bit of soft color Knowing soon the last faded rose will die....
I cast out my line, not caring if I catch anything or not The sun is setting and the river sings its sweet song Fish ducks fly low over the water, saluting the dusk This is my place, the place I know I belong... A steelhead jumps at the head of the riffle Teasing me as he rises to grab the fly I acknowledge his place in life's scheme To him life's worries surely do not apply... A tug on my line brings me back again I set the hook and my heart skips a beat He jumps one or twice and spits the fly No matter, this lovely day is complete..
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead All through the night, tremors came and went Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower Are we about to witness, another of her powers Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
Every year she returns to the scene This place in question where life has been mean On muddy banks down by the waterline Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight No mother should enter this fateful night Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk In playful surrounds just barely in talk Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see So curious they are when they get a chance to break free Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php
Dawn inspires with her captivating blend of watercolor hues, the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air, the electric charge of the new. See how she bleeds through the trees and crests the mountains high laying her grace, all over the face of of earth* bound creatures eyes. Dawn reforms the listless born and clinks the glass of time, raising a toast to night who boasts of jeweled skies in summer time. See how she weaves with each breeze the threads of weary fate, tending her loom from birth to tomb a fate which none escape. Dawn breaks each breath that we take with beauty so sublime no hour* can resist her kiss, her never-ending climb. See now, Aurora's diadem slips see her prismatic shine, bow to her royal Highness welcome morning's time. TIP: Use as much fresh UNPROCESSED product as possible the packagingis filling the dumps & BACK TO cloth diapers!
A bright, blinding disc, Impossible to miss. Only during the day, When kids are out to play. It radiates warmth and love, Shining with brilliance from above. Children squeal and dogs bark, All in the beauty of the park. Without the sun life would've been a dream, Instead we have cool, purified streams. Some of which came from water in the drain, Which evaporated and came down as rain! The sun is our companion and our friend, Who will be with us till the very end. Without it we have no life, no fun, So spend lots of time with our friend the sun!
A young bud sprouts from its parent plant and blossoms to a lovely rose before long With time, its beauty fades and it dries up and the leaves that are green turn to brown A young sapling takes root and flourishes Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground With time, it decays to a dried up old tree and the leaves that are green turn to brown A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest grows into a majestic eagle strong With time, its glory fades as it ages and the leaves that are green turn to brown A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair matures into the mightiest beast around With time, he becomes a decrepit old male and the leaves that are green turn to brown A beautiful angelic darling baby girl becomes a world beauty and wins the crown With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll and the leaves that are green turn to brown Hello to a new life of hope and promise Goodbye to a life that's now going down Time marches on irreversibly and the leaves that are green turn to brown All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.
Her strong and mighty currents flow From Ohio Valley South to the Gulf of Mexico Alligator Alley
As rain drops never fails to touch the land As waves never fails to overcome the sand As birds never fails to reach highland I'll never fail to love you till the end
the green river tumbles between step canyon walls rock faces broken with time's relentless stride softened with muted colors and small pockets of life nature finding purchase that will not be denied today it is my heart's desire to drift forever on the river to be at one with the canyon and the solitude I find carried by the current and lulled to peaceful ease A time of peace for a tired and restless mind.......
The cold air reaches the frigid bottom Freezing the hillside completely on through There's nothing that you can do to stop it So frozen the trees start to snap in two Ice forms on many trees that are intact So cold the trees look so poor and distraught Landscape is so littered with snowy trees They look as if they're frozen a whole lot There's risk that they could fall at any time On a hillside that sure isn't good news An avalanche could form from its falling Rolling down into town and right on through It's so cold there's a chance this could happen Trees have fallen with little more than this I would take heed and go around this hill And wait until this cold snap surely lifts Russell Sivey
The sky has darkened, something is coming Dread has entered my fearful listless heart Beyond the horizon darkness has filled Terror has become me, just every part Feelings of delight can't enter my soul The effects of the darkness seeps in me Then it happens, lightning strikes all around Seeming like many dozens strike deadly The yellow/gold lightening are mixed with red Then thunder like you've never heard before Comes bursting through your body thoroughly The thunder seems to know, just what's the score Suffering the blast, the deafening sound My eyes glare with red fire pasted within No matter how often I blink it's there Image of crackling bolt of broken sin A falter within its crushing bright blows Also sounds that kills just as its own right Power of the lightning, could it be saved As prince of the fire, exposer of night Could its power be infused with darkness May the infinite grace of the lightning Create hope for people instead of fear Until then, this storm will be frightening Russell Sivey
Estephania was the Spanish horse, with a chestnut coat and mane and a lighter long tail...and she ate alfalfa for strong teeth and bones. She was domesticated, losing her liberty and neighing she showed keen ability: to spot dangers on a perilous path... Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat. In summertime she fed mostly on grass, but bees stung her many times to protest, and struggling to get them off her tail... she hit a shrilling raven in the head. And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving him a little comfort as he folded his wings; and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
For no one but me. Autumn leaves fall from a tree, Ordinary people never inquired, But, from my view I do see, And instantly I'm inspired. For no one but me. Roses seem to bloom out, Only when I am around, There is absolutely no doubt, Poetry is a talent I've found. For no one but me. Snowflakes twinkle as they fall, They're gently blown over and under, Most people don't care at all, I watch them with awe and wonder. For no one but me. The moon shines at it's brightest, Only when I draw near, I don't mind in the slightest, Because poetry calms my fear. For no one but me. I see this world in a different light, When it shows it's beauty to me, I sit with paper and pen to write, Of the shimmering deep blue sea. For no one but me. Instead of using canvas and paint, I describe color with black and white, And I wait until daylight grows faint, As stars draw me toward endless night. For no one but me. Because I am a poet, What I am able to see, Only another would know it, This is what I'm meant to be. For no one but me.
After I woke up this morning, I saw I walked whilst the rain poured down on my head I for sure loved running within each drop I kiss the rain, blessings I held instead The rain flowed down on my body, around Blending with my being all that I am I hold the rain in the palm of my hand There's so much rain, I do love her, madam She leaves such an imprint onto my hand A feminine form bolstered onto me Signaling a born love of the warm rain Something that I have always loved completely I kiss the rain, as if I'll never see… Like I'll never see rain ever again Holding the lovely droplets near my heart It's the best feeling that has ever been Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Kiss The Rain" contest 2/22/2013
STILLBIRTH Pregnant and overdressed Lazily dozing o'er the riverbank pond Autumn trees, fat with leaves caressed By the frost , every frond Ready to be borne out of sight By the river's waves aglow Like Roman shields burnished bright Facing their vanquished Sabine foe . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . Note Sabines were a people living near ancient Rome, and the Sabine women were kidnapped en masse by Roman soldiers, to increase the population of Rome.
Earths Fullness (Quatrain) The earth with all the fullness With many things both great and small A creation with symphonic splendor In a world big enough for one and all. With birds and trees and the breath of spring The silent stars and the heavenly blue And with the blessed sunlight and rain Forever does all of earths life renew. The mystery of the romantic moonlight Wide open oceans from shore to shore The colorful beauty of the sun rise and set Tall snow covered mountains forever more. With precious forests all around the world And the natures different seasons delight Many fields to sow mankind's daily bread Spring and autumn colors ever so bright. The beautiful cloud paintings in the sky The rainbows always very colorful sight And the guiding lights for day and night Earths fullness created with his blessed might. Erich J.Goller Copyright 11.10.2011
I lost myself in dense darkness Leading into a quagmire-like place My mind do have shrewdness But this time it's not the case Only fools lead owns self astray In the place of no light Where it's senseless to take flight Place's price you need to pay There is a place of light But why go to the night It shows we are foolish We make our own life hellish Indeed, most of the time we are idiotic But need not to be frantic Because by God light was created So that in darkness we can be guided
"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination" A Rambling Poet destiny takes me to a fine stallion, a gift from my lad as he vowed, she is the best steed in a million, the most enchanting and proud. We mount, hands entwined in rapture, but after her first trot, most astonished, as a movement of undulating nature, and a slow ascent is accomplished. Our hearts brimming with elation, muted souls soar through the sky, miles away from our imagination, the diminishing earth below does lie. like restless birds of spring days, reluctant to retire, the silhouette of feminine grace, in awe, we admire. The crystal blue lakes tie strips of satin ribbons On emerald spread From up above, perils of earth evanescing, from up above, meandering through pristine clouds, we wander the skies breathtaking, buoyant spirits ever rising, from up above. Quatrain Haiku Rondelet Name: Sharon Well Contest name: Three Gems Date poem written: 07/29/11
Rodento is a pal o' mine he sits atop a tree, an extra to the foliage, a natural topiary. I named him 'cos he looks so real, a critter with a snout, a wiry tail part of his trunk, some whiskers, and a pout. He greets me every morning when I take my cup of tea, as I stroll out on the balcony I swear he's watching me. When gentle breezes shake the tree the varmint darts and dances, but what if stronger winds persist pray then, what be his chances? What if a hurricane blows through? he might well disappear, surrendered to the elements, then I would shed a tear.
Verdant hues in teeming splendor, lush meadows, rolling hills' array arrest my gaze till I am breathless at the wonders of the day. Glow of evenings, glare of mornings blazing with celestial sheen dress the earth in radiant luster, every beauteous shade of green!
The echoes of thunder ensue lightning strikes The rain has been falling for most of the night The trees and the flowers they feast with delight The deluge is welcomed they are dancing tonight
You are just a rock in orbit Hovering 'round a summer sun You are changing like the solstice Like you have done since time begun Your species are assorted Some are from ole and some are young A few have gone without notice A few are gone their days are done You are just a rock in orbit On your axis looking to dock You are destined to be ported Somewhere to be more than a rock And soon you will be forted Protected by the building blocks With which 'round the sun escorted And you will never ever stop
I was born underwater with lungs oversized, With gills immature in a world full of smog, I'm filling petition to be cauterized, And end other chapter in life's fragile log. I was born black and white with extremities gray, The plaintiff accuses what I might hide, It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play, With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide... Implosion of rainbows will probably be The cause of my passing unknown and alone. When thrown overboard and deep into sea I'll finally return to my home long time gone... I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber, Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless, If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember... And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless. I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights, Don't need oxygen to play with the whales. Remember when watching those great Northern Lights That Mother is smiling behind Nature's veils. for Constances contest "Mother"
Premature gosling, broken from the egg, gasp for breath in primordial refuse. Blindly search for your absent mother's leg; shiver until death's caress sets you lose.
Free to be an owl- Nightmarish clues at dawn- The sunrise 'death distorting A kind and lonely soul. Free to kill for hunger In moonlight's smiling poison. The lasting dream re-occurring A hummingbird in prison. Free to be mysterious- Lethal games with mice. Repulsing limbs accusing The need to throw the dice. The blinds are shut forever, Maternal instincts cry. Free to kill the echo... The bird will ever fly?
When the sun cast pastel colors On the far eastern horizon Like kisses exchanged between lovers Drawing me as the scent of spring Lures the honeybee to come taste Notebook, pen, dictionary bring To porch, ears tuned, eyes gaze__no haste Sponsor: Carol Sunshine Brown Contest: Who, What, Where Form: Saraband(one tercet plus one quatrain) Rhyme Scheme:A,X,A...B,C,B,C The form not listed so put under Quatrain
Through My Window Through my window I see spring flowers bloom Summer's blazing sun Autumn's vivid plume. I see white snows of winter Watch all the seasons change Wonder how this script was written And who directs this wondrous stage. There outside my window The seasons go and come Life and death are witnessed Each does in turn succumb. Somehow this play of life was written Only outlines of a show Scenes filled by our words and actions Those to come will know. What will the story be? What act are they to follow? The script not yet all written Nor the ending of our show. As I'm looking through my window And the many years that passed I can so enjoy the memories That thankful I was cast.
Morning glory wanders, twining through trees. Wildflowers invite curious insects around. Roses blossom and fragrance the breeze, "Where?" I ask. "Can greater beauty be found?" Digging in the garden, I feel right at home. Praying for plants, each seed, my next muse. Breathing in nature's life giving loam. Dreaming about flowers, anticipating views. A child planting corn rows with grandfather near. He'd make the hole; I would drop three seeds there. No wonder my passion is a garden so dear. It is there I met love, grandfather watching with care. Now that he is gone to heaven above, I thank God for creation and flowers that grow. When I work in the garden, I feel grandfather's love. Rejoicing in our Father whose wisdom does flow.
I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise, and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh at an early hour when nobody seems too alive... a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise! That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies with colors brighter than wild flowers, swirled around them, to acccompany them to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn. "Thank him with a grateful, happy heart, look up and His image will appear among clouds; and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ... believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!" And who will be the chosen ones from every present race... when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith! So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise! That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait! "Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart, take along those good friends who have separated themselves from a worldliness, which kept them apart... they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!"
In the middle of the dark, cloudy day The fog follows out into the grey mist The rolling fog goes around the sharp bend Showing itself to all within the midst Seen are the shadows deep inside the fog Just some dark spaces that disturb the grey No colors are revealed within the dark Just overwhelming presence, where it lays The pitfalls of the dark splotches throughout Leaves one to break into lots of despair Daylight fails to reach into cloudy depths The shadows in the fog bring disrepair Russell Sivey
To the summer blue they enter Creating a lovely splash Two in falling clench Feelings relate to pash Frolic's lead to cuddles Amidst this pure of blue Wetted lips in caress Hearts touching oh so true Exiting the water In awe he looks at she Her clothing hugging her shapes As she slowly walks to me What I see allures me Investigative is my mind My hands she takes intentively Impressed in loving kind Below a greened canopy shade Two in slow undress Naked torso's stand in wait Soon to be addressed Hands in liberty wander Roaming undulations Kissing leads to loving join In sharing loves sensations http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php
I've shivered in the colds of life But never felt the snow And many fires fueled the raging Flames that ever grows I've felt the hunger pains before Though unaffected famine The bads were bad, but could be worse I'm driven by this passion I've lived a life that's almost full A few more on my list I've not experienced death before But time can't be dismissed I used to think that planning all Ensures success in all we know And still a tear escapes the frame Of one who's yet to feel the snow
Nature consists of balances ever so delicate Eco systems and life hanging on the edge Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge. From deep underneath waters supporting sea life Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves When used, the pollution enough causes much strife When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save. We watch from afar as waters turn black Terns and fish washing up on the shore A mistake from which we cannot turn back Oil of destruction continues to pour. We can curse executives of the big companies We can find fault with the slow political aim We can cry, "Where exactly were the contingencies?" But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame. The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain But have the lessons learned from it lost So from this event let's hope man can gain The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.
A blue bird sings, a raven calls, how sweet the sound, how strange the fall.
The power of the Morning Glory The morning glory reaches up She tries to touch the sun Her deep mauve flowers hide away Until the days begun When the sun it does shine bright Those morning glory flowers They open up to life again Beneath the suns sweet power Most look down on this lovely shrub Because she grows too fast As she takes over everything And grows so very vast Yet how she touches me with love As she shows her strength to me Oh, she with all her loveliness Over powers the vastest tree She proves to me that nature is The highest kind of power And dazzles me with the loveliness Of each of her mauve flowers. Quatrain 4 July 2014 @ 1322hrs.
The kettle drums of nature lie dormant as they came The chirping of winged wonders amidst the pouring rains Soon the dawn will sigh, whilst a new day appears The power of mother nature, us all we humans fear http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
Like a granny dressed in a shawl With flannel gown washed thin as lace Were the clouds on this July morn_curtain call To the human race by expression on face Sad they were from seeing the human race As humans are raping the land, sea, and plundering Space, leaving exhaust all over the place For future generations who inherit the blundering Garbage mountains, oily seas, dead birds, filthy beach With just a little thought and care from people This sphere could be renewed and saved __a peach A peach of a place to leave preserved green ample
Carelessly I threw my Left foot ahead, and then the right— With my head up in the sky And so was I, walking my height. Little can an insect suspect Its short life was hung in suspense— And even less did I expect, To save its life, I'd fall on my ends.
This is the kind of life I want to lead; calm and apart from civilization. The rat race of the city I don't need. I'll take this rustic part of our nation. Let me travel the land on horseback. We can ford a cool, flowing mountain stream. This is the land I love called "The Outback"; the next best thing to heaven it would seem.
Said to be the wisest, Of all the birds around, Because he is nocturnal, And sits without a sound; Enormous eyes see everything, That goes on 'round about him. When he takes flight his giant wings, Expand to swiftly glide him, So when he swoops upon his prey, They scarce have time to see, Silent death come swooping down, And Owl claims his fee, For being nightly sentinel, And give his eerie cry, Whenever those who stranger seem, Happen to pass by. He makes his home in wooded glade, Or barn or in the fields. He's comfy where his prey is close, And where Nature still yields, The kind of food and shelter, Needed for his kind. As Mankind's need for land still grows, That becomes hard to find. Some think that he has powers; A magic bird is he, Familiar with the spirits, And occult things that be; But Owlis a simple bird, He is no more, no less; And if he knows much more than we, Is anybody's guess. Judy Ball A beautiful bird of prey the Owl comes in many sizes and shapes from the Great Horned Owl to the cute little Barn Owl. They're great for keeping vermin out of the grain for farmers and out of the house for city dwellers. They're very intelligent and even make good pets but they are an endangered species like most wild animals because of our growing need to take more and more from the land. Pretty soon the world won't be able to support us anymore. THEN WHAT WILL WE DO???
Some folks like to complain And are very fickle They fume when rain is falling And fret at a mere drizzle Wild birds and animals They all need the rain Which gives them water For their lives to sustain The plants and the trees And all the lovely flowers For them to grow and flourish They also need the showers The food crops that are grown To provide food for us all Each of them would perish If the rain did not fall So please think of these things Before you start complaining And creating a lot of fuss The next time rain is falling
Things have changed worldwide today, but not the joy Of spring. The sounds I heard when yet a child Of cataracts tumbling with joy, the air rinsed of alloy And magic in all things pastoral, all things wild My son walks around the place a walkman to his ear He will not hear the sparrow's song Shall not know the canaries in gold are seen here His dreams to the automaton belong. Look at them, their feet all wrap, expensive in plastic Shoes, they cannot feel between their toes The water river running free, cornered in this tragic Sense of progress, full of unbalmed woes. Here where the sun laddles her warmth down the sky On bowl of stoops made from concrete They collect to laugh, as maggots lad by a fly While green grass and park lay obsolete. Before there was a phone, my mother called down The mountainside and telegraphed her joy A new grandchild swaddled in the rising sound Was introduced by what tradition employed. We ran to school eight miles away and never grew Obese, that training unclogged us to learn Something each day by nature brought to view Wrapped in beauty, and made us yearn For things we could not make, love, honor, freedom A sense of greatness beyond our state A simple ant could teach us prolific vaults of wisdom A patterned sky could be a living slate.
Meadows green, bedecked with diamonds-- It's a summer morning dream, With gold sunbeams dancing brightly On the ripples of the stream.
I seek a dip in the ocean Its cold, aggressive waters are therapy It seems all of my troubles can slip away With the rift of the turbulent sea Walking across the warm sand Its texture both heals and wounds Reshaping and softening the skin Working its way into every groove That initial lick of ocean froth As innocent as a salty kiss Betrays the nature of its icy embrace And the magnitude of the abyss The current is stronger than I am I am tossed and thrown about At times I am not sure I will wind up At the surface or be pulled down! But once beyond the sluicing waves I am in a paradise of tranquility Alone, awakened and restored I swim until the shore can barely be seen Once home, the ocean scent lingers Perfuming my hair and dreams And as I nap, I am carried back To the lullabye of the sea
The Autumn shades now distant Skeletal frames silhouette the skies The last colours of this seasonal carpet Decaying in drifted lie As I walk through this land of nature Amongst ferns, spruce and firs Sometimes it makes me wonder Do the remaining mournfully confer Is it whispers I hear on the breeze Or the life all around me in appear For in this broken canopy I feel raindrops Or are they, evergreens tears http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php
Through my eyes I see a home of old If it could speak what would I be told Would it be stories of joy or sadness and hurt Will I ever be told before it's crumbled to dirt Below a saddened sky amidst fields of dry Could this be reason as I wonder why Barren lands as the eye can see Is this the answer that's in front of me A dilapidated fence with wire of old No more are the beasts that were in safety hold Hedgerows so brittle in decaying cascade Here nature has spoken with her typical tirade Through my eyes I see a home of old If it could speak what would I be told Death is never lasting as I look to my right For a greened tree prospers, it gives me light http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php
As I stare into the night, I admire the star-packed sky. The bright twinkling stars give out light, Piercing the darkness for us to see by. How different it is from the day, When I enjoy the fresh morning air. During the springtime in May, Watching a happy, playful hare. Flowers are starting to bloom, The birds are singing in joy. Springtime is a time of no gloom, I am out to enjoy. Soon spring turns into summer, Away from the sun I turn. In sweltering heat I murmur, That I will suffer sunburns. Summer turns into autumn, The leaves are starting to fall. The leaves turn colors: yellow and auburn, Halloween ornaments deck the malls. Autumn slides into winter, Sparkling white snow for people to admire. Everyone starts to collect timber, To snooze by a cozy fire. Into the cozy room I peep, My little brother is sound asleep.
Dancing smoke black as night floats above flames burning bright twisting wind spreads the fire fueling life to dark desire the nights are dark with moonless skies shadows see all with empty eyes fallen leaves make trees bare the flame still burns but the heats not there blazing touch meets hearts of frost the burn feels sweet but then it's lost now hands of ash reach out once more for October Fire as they did before By Morgan Mise Written April 25, 2012
For many years my mornings were unnoticed in the rushing blur; with one eye on the speeding clock, the other searching for lost sock. Someone has left his books behind and there's the sock so hard to find. Mornings when young family grew were busy times of getting through. And then, those years I was employed, morning did not find me overjoyed. I had no time to spare a minute to find a bit of pleasure in it. Retired and children grown, I've found When I have the chance to look around to see the glory of the morn, it makes me glad that I was born. No other time of day is new And sparkling with the morning dew. As the sun rises over distant hills it's then my heart with gladness fills. The colors painted in the sky, unmatched by any mortal's dye with skill unequaled by mere man, have made of me a morning's fan. The rest of my day is filled with duty. Morning is the time to savor beauty. By: Joyce Johnson 9/28/11 for nette's contst "In 24 Hours"Won one of several 4ths
Tip tap splitter splatter , Goes down the rain , Flying down with a clatter , Creating brooks along the lane … From the dark , fluffy clouds , Descending with the breeze , Exciting the overjoyed crowds , Swaying along with the trees ….. Splashes in the cool puddles , Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens , Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles , And happy faces with wide beams … It is a blessing , a form of love , No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm , Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough , Because nature is at its best charm ….
THROUGH THE WINDOW I stare out through the window, Not absorbing what I see; I watch the raucous Blue Jays And leaves flutter from trees. I spy squirrels hoarding nuts And chipmunks scamper 'round; The deer are eating lazily The apples on the ground. Look, the grass is browner now, It's snow there soon will be; But I register none of what I see For my Love's not here with me. © ELR 2013
Appears a ghostly vision, fog in from the sea. As if sentient in movement, shrouds all in it's mystique. With a cyclop eye, lighthouse lends a mournful wail. While specters breath dampens all, your marrow the chill impales. Out of sight, crashing waves, sound loud as if they crawl, following the living mist, as it breaches the seawall. Seeping round panes and doors, into every crevice. The very air liquefied, a grey oppressive presence. Wood smoke blends it's flavor, to the tang of the air. In hopes the flames beat it back, keep tendrils from drawing near. Slowly fog tastes it's fill of wooden planks and blood. It leaves a sodden salt strewn smell, seeming to just dissolve. Folding back on itself, returning to the brine. Fog waits yet another morn, to return to shore and dine. "Your Best Poem" contest Placement: 2nd place Featured poem of the week ending Oct. 31, 2010
Our destination is an island out there In an ocean of blue with sands so fair It has everything you would want on a paradise isle Scenery so beautiful you can't help but smile We set of from the pier in the Florida Keys Journeying down south going with the breeze Down to Panama via it's amazing canal Sailing into the moonlight me and my gal From ocean to ocean, Atlantic to the Pacific Through this engineering gem, just incredible, terrific The expanse we desire is within our sights Out past the horizon will be many our night With the waves we sailed to our yonder blue Amidst colouring skies of beautiful hue Whilst shapes from the deep shadow our course Through the waters they ease with effortless force Ahead in the distance we hear a thunderous crash Breakers of white in foamy strewn splash Sea birds aplenty in torpedo dive Their feeding frenzy for survival strive We anchor offshore in a lagoon so calm As we row to the shore viewing delightful palms Swaying in the breeze like a chorus of arms On this paradise island showing one of it's charms We settle into the evening in our new island home Sleeping into tomorrow around it's shores we will roam Living life to the full in this blissful surround Happiness in tranquillity around us abounds http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-11.php
Whispers of mist lie deathly white, shifting in the early morning light; the nightjar pipes his haunting tune, soon to rue the waning of the moon. The sun shines brightly now, and rain showers scatter o'er the rough terrain. God's fair creatures start to sing as skylarks warble out their greeting. But now a gift far sweeter for the telling, a soft array of colors gently swelling; seven hues with radiant splendor fair o'erarching all do clearly shimmer there! O limpid arc of light, fleeting and brief! you bring joy as we behold you, every leaf and bough and field and mountain glen exults to taste your beauty once again!
Clothed in robes of shining light, That billow in the wind, She flies across be-nighted skies, From even to night's end. Sometimes silver, blue or gold, Sometimes rainbow hues, Always glorious to see, She leaves me so enthused. Her hair a mane of silver, Flowing wild about, With streaks of gold and sparkles, Surpasses without doubt, All the beauties sung about, Of goddesses of old. She's Autumn's princess, Winter's queen, Seen when the air grows cold. Floating just below the clouds, She sips from God's own chalice, Crystal nectar, pure and sweet, Aurora Borealis.
The dark of the night sky: clear, unlimited space Lights and a bright white moon, of clouds no trace The mood suddenly changes, the lights are faded The vault of heaven is raided, the azure invaded Realization in a flash, the barren moon stands abashed Now fainthearted, lily-livered, her quiet joy is crashed Hide not your face behind clouds the color of yellow dirt I know your phases, feel your moods, I know you`re hurt Battered, barren, lonely, evanescent orb of night From your cursed dance peace you`ll never find But I`ll be your fire eater, one who devours the sun Artemis, Luna, Diana, your true name knows none
Crystals refract light into small rainbows cascading together, a silver gleam, masquerading as a clear white for those not ensnared within winter's frosty dream. Blinding brightness wars with frigidity, warming the courageous who stand between Bel's stubborn sun and Cailleach's snow sea. Clarity of detail defines the scene. 11/7/12 Brittany Reynolds
The left side of the bed is mine So when I sit down on the bed My pillow is on my right side And that where I lay down my head It's always the same old routine Start on my right side every night But that's not my sleep position So I toss and turn till its right On my stomach I only doze And it's hard to breathe on my back Lots of nights I fight the covers When I turn over in the sack My left side's my sleep position Where I sleep for most of the night Seems I should switch sides of the bed I've tried, but it doesn't feel right Getting onto my left side quick Doesn't buy me anymore sleep I first must do the "toss and turn" And then I can quit counting sheep
Seems no one cares for "winter rains", So white and wet and cold; Drifting down so silently, As we huddle 'neath the folds, Of coats and scarfs and woolen hats, And yearn for days of summer, Complaining 'bout the wet and cold, Of winter being a bummer. The ice, the snow, the slippery roads, Slow going for the traveler, Are fodder for these transgressed souls, And fuel their heated palaver; But there are those who glory in, The changes of the seasons. The kaleidoscope of colors used, Sets moods that give us reason, To celibrate the time of year, And it's exquisite beauty. In nature things are balanced well, And each thing has it's duty. From mineral, plant and animal, To the elements themselves, We need them each and every one, For life to go on well. So don't complain about the snow. It's moisture that we need. It feeds the rivers, streams and lakes, Amid the summer's heat. It adds a pristine beauty, As it covers trees and yards, Feeding imaginations, Of painters, scribes and bards. Judy Ball
Along the banks of a retreating lake, I crept quietly on that soft clay. Hot and cold, like hurt-entreating lovers The sun and the wind seem at odds today. The blazing leaves have given Their best and given up-- Their vibrant colors are Wined into the air. As I sit and listen, To hear the Earth's whispers, I feel the trees' spirits Sink down to their slumbers. The crackle of these, decaying leaves, Will soon be the crunch of snow— And when all is quiet, finally, I know all new beginnings will grow.
From a seed that's put in the Earth Sprouting its way out of the dirt Growing enough throughout its youth To mature into bearing fruit Every Autumn leaves will fall Then grow again by Nature's laws When it becomes what it was not There'll always be a shady spot
Unto freshly morrow doth I arise. Before I, the glazed forest floor in frore. Forth multiplying flakes parachuting Steele skies. Yea, thereupon rigid Winter finds home's door.
The ups and downs of an upside down town. Evil smiles, silent frowns every way you turn around. Sickening suspicions, psychic visions, children having premonitions on a mission. Here to heal, here to steal, to show the world how to feel. No more cutting deals. Sent to the world a baby girl, but she will unfurl to change the world...
Around the world there are sunsets of RED But in the desert they leave you in awe Arizona's sunsets are breath taking Most memorable ones, I ever saw The sunset's RED hue keep changing with time The lower the sun, the darker the hue Nature's fantastic display isn't long After only a few minutes, it's through High clouds are the canvas for the sun's brush Painting shades of RED as the curtain falls When these clouds are scattered across the sky The RED colors extend; the sunset stalls I check out the sky, when late in the day If a few high clouds is all I can see I'll plan on watching the REDS fade away A beautiful gift, Nature gives to me Submitted by: Charles Sides For "The Colors Have It" Contest
A quiet man carries forth a bucket Filled; it is colored of desire, red. His slow approach to the patchy field stirs A family, a pack of goats he's bred. He slips into the gate, slips out silent As before, his bucket emptied to fill The empty bowls of his hungry animals. He moves on to the horses, empty still. All the goats are eating except for two, The father makes the babies wait their turn. To fight, not flee, when nature shows it's face: A life lesson with little time to learn.
Victory A caterpillar has no beauty To boast of or display It feeds on leaves continuously In a pitiful and crawling way. As if ashamed of its appearance And its lack of creature strength It thrives on sheer endurance Till days of growth announce its length. It sleeps in solitude's cocoon Wrapped in content transition Sure its rebirth is coming soon Metamorphosed in creation. Through its final feat of struggle Completed joy a thousand sighs From its triumphs over obstacles Comes the magnificent butterfly! All rights reserved~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.09.13
What a joy it would be to see you walk the Glens On purple bloomed heather, on the lands of the Highlander men To witness your aura, your smile, amidst the Ben's atop with snow For no matter who stands beside you, being there they'll surely glow Being there they'll surely glow, proud to be standing there To your beauty they will look in awe, in wonderment, amazing stare Whilst all around there grows, many ferns from a forgotten past For no matter who stands beside you, your beauty will always last Your beauty will always last for it's captured in many hearts In wonderment amazing stare, from the Highlands you'll never depart Now imbedded your heart runs free, to roam these Alba Glens And this Scotsman chosen beside you, your choice of Highland men http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena-2.php
The tired leaves flutter down One by one they kiss the fall At the mercy of the breeze They bow to cold winter's call... The apple trees seem barren But they gather strength for spring A spark of life is resting there Waiting until new life begins... Beneath our feet leaves murmur One last gift to end the year A symphony is minor tones Listen, their soft song to hear...
I love the night from dusk 'til dawn, It's the only time to carry on with thoughts and dreams still unachieved, my whole life plan at night conceived. No light's distractions, no buzz of sound, my conscious clears while ideas abound. Sleep does not come for me with ease, Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized. What is it that makes me insightful those hours? Is a great truth revealed by some higher power? I think fate is set when the mind is most clear of petty thoughts which by night disappear. But as the hours count down to day's early light, some find it ironic to be enlightened at night. Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day, knowing that night is not far away!
Show I not scrapers of skies, but majestic Snow-capped mountains in alpine glow. Show I not individuals of plastic; But verdure and sylvan where songbirds show.
Water makes its own music Notes that often go unheard Listen and you can here them As lovely as the spoken word Whispering a song of life It flows in quiet streams Bathing the earth with joy The sounds you hear in dreams Light as a new lover's voice Or with fevered pitch it pounds Rain falls with a varied score Against the window pane it sounds The ocean plays it own symphony Movements boisterous and loud With smooth and haunting moments But always beautiful and proud When you hear the sound of water Makes no difference when or where Open your heart to the music It always has its song to share 9/27/11 Barbara Gorelick
Roly poly armour plated, Clumsy gaited beast. Looking for a juicy worm, A creepy, crawly feast. Sleeping mostly through the day, And prowling at night, Seeming quiet, docile, shy, He can put up a fight. Not a trouble maker. It's just his lot in life. He does his best not to be seen, He's tryng to survive. Judy Ball
Mother Nature picked her paintbrush up and stenciled in some hues soft yellows, purples, reds and pinks and pastel powder blues. She rose from a snowy slumber it was now time to ignite her color wheel to replace a world still dressed in white. Ushering in a tranquil breeze commanding the sun to smile casting out remains of winter chill so in a little while wild flowers would dot green rolling hills, songbirds would return to sing the prelude to sister, Summer, is the magical season of spring. liz10240
Short gasps of air whirl through a burning throat, still her legs defy the exhaustion in desperation. Behind her trail phantoms of memories afloat upon a sea of desertion. Beneath a canopy of constellation she finds herself lost in time. The forest unfolds before her like a revelation. An apocalyptic bell sounds one chime. It won't be long before a mistake is irreversible. Every turn is just another minute to live. The last road taken proves an ironic circle. Sinking between the waves that created her, rests the moonlight fugitive.
Barren and innocent This Tundra of ice A marvel within us Perfect, concise Below sunsets of pure We're blessed to grace To witness such beauty On this wonderful place Barren and innocent Is this Tundra of ice It's our future legacy Let's keep it precise http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ed-unitsky.php
A dance of elegance they leap in grace of movements sweep moonlights skipping on the waves upon the circuits the currents paves A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt whose painted like a rainbows shirt Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea where creatures frolic internally Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray the clown fish in anemone play the razor fish like knives in sand but foolish men think it's not planned Where fierce and tender Orca steals the infant pups of many Seals where coral forests the oceans floor the groves of Kelp hide many more Odd companions the crab and shrimp who share a hole like common tent on flows the cisterns of the Deep the lair where Leviathan do sleep There flying fish cavort on wing wild aquatic souls live and sing here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade in pods their dancing a parade Who understands the Songs of Whales who carry calves and smack their tails to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches here low tides the mussels reaches These lives mankind has proved a danger to poison Seas palace he is no stranger Here predator man competes with Sharks in every Sea his fatal marks The Shark only does his hunt for meal Mankind's a predator who kill and steal Toxic pollution down rivers flow the dead zones that kill the life below Life perpetuates itself by designers plan We question it's survival , it's death by Man Those who love the earth these traits resist There's too much beauty divinely kissed COPYRIGHT © 2014 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Spring One perfect forlorn last snowflake To lemon drop tulip flies Sleep dormant to blossom life To waking kiss and ready sighs
Oh, ancient orb of mystery above the earth so high hung in your velvet gallery you grace the nighttime sky. The stars in heaven bow to you in chorus, quivering their voices joining clear and true to you, their praises sing. My weary heart, it beats along with their joyous tune to sing its own sweet, praise filled song to you, oh wondrous moon! Oh, ancient orb of mystery above the the earth so high a blessing for the world to see treasure in the nighttime sky.
Perspiration beads my beleaguered brow, running in rivulets down cheeks aglow. A hazy miasma the air does plough, electric energy begins to flow. Distant rumblings, crowned palm trees start to shake, gorgeously lush green fronds partner their dance. Waves rippling the ground harbinger earthquake, eerie silence, then lightning's jagged lance. An earth shrieking crescendo tears dark skies, a tsunami of sound deafens each mind. Birds of Paradise scream with fearful cries, as two tectonic plates viciously grind. Silence resumes, a young friend lifts his head, widened eyes white within a dusky den. I speak, "See brother we live we're not dead, dispela wantok bilong Jackson Ken." Footnotes: I lived in Papua New Guinea for four years in the 1990's. The earthquake was 6.5 on the Richter scale, epicentre within 50 mile away. Jackson Ken is a young Papua New Guinean man whom I befriended and who ended up working for the company that I was managing. The last line is Pidgin English, widely spoken in P.N.G., its root bases are German, Dutch and 'modified' English. It basically means that this fellow/man (dispela, which is me) is a cousin brother (wantok, usually associated with another member of your own village) belonging (bilong) to Jackson Ken.
We turned to each other when we heard on the news Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise She worked on an island now swamped with wrath To her we now travel to retrace her last path To go there blind never knowing if she breathes Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full Thinking back to her young years, learning in school This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean Our minds picture, her love to live notions We step of the plane into a world far from home Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name Is this where we find her, with no one to blame We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears Lady lady, please please, come with me please To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher As she is led away by the hospital preacher We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run In broken English, is she the one, is she the one The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved Words we will remember until the day we are gone That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one
The little sextant was diverse to have position on the Earth. While going in circles 'round the sun and seeing all for what it's worth. It shot through space and saw the stars. It passed through Heaven paired with Mars. It spun in groups much like our own. Through some not quite: and lesser known. In time it passed our way again. The universe come home to men. While those who watched and wondered why, would only say that we're going by.
When Solar Flares Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case No matter what your rules might indicate A certain fate awaits Space between all atoms is enormous The reason we don't walk through walls Or fall through floors is not magic Atoms don't hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces That keeps the universe in place When sun's highways of solar flares, stream in channels Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes Suns don't have our mind They seem to stray in more than one direction Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth Get out bongo drums Tap text messages to your friends
This place called Talisker on the Isle of Skye It just has to be visited to be seen by the naked eye Situated on the West Coast, on one of Alba's isles In any season one can only toast, taken in by smiles For in the Spring it's surrounded by anew Shoots reborn showing seasonal view Lambs jumping, springing, on the various farms With not a care in the world sharing their charms Summer now abounds in blooms of various greens Sparodic white houses stand out amongst the scenes Birds in vocal song catching insects on the breeze The sounds of children playing in fun filled please Autumn slowly encroaches with the signs in the trees Leaves in colour loss as the branches start to grieve Carpets of many shades delight before their end As we await the impending rains that natures due to send There is now the chill of winter as all around starts to show On the high ground her intentions, craggy peaks topped with snow The day will soon be here, with her virginal carpet lay Whether Spring, Summer or Autumn, even Winter has her say http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
~~~ Rambling on my garden wall Her strong sweet scent fills the air The most romantic rose of all Zephirine Drouhin I declare ~~~~ Date of birth 10th December. 1+0+1+2 =4
I get up early to till the soil Spread the cloth to stop the weeds Carefully lay out and plant the seeds Knowing the result will be worth the toil I wait as patiently as I can Watching for weeds like a hawk Stay out of my garden I squawk Everything's perfect according to plan Days go past incredibly slow Always looking for that flash of green Only the weeds have been seen I keep waiting for my garden to grow Frustrated I purchase seedlings as a jump start I plant them in even rows nice and neat I water them carefully and talk to them sweet They droop and they wilt, just breaking my heart Though I treat them with the greatest care My brown thumb shines no matter what I do And nothing ever survives the season through This is the way my plants always fair
Cosmic mystery trails the midnight sky, you flare bright, dissolve without a trace; we who witness you gaze up and sigh, you leave a look of awe on every face. Ghostly portent from the mists of time, aglow with starkly silent icy light; wonder that dances 'round reason and rhyme, the stuff of dreams and fancy's fickle flight. Dawn settles gently on the window sill, displacing thoughts of stellar eccentricity; but in our hearts and minds we ponder still this sacred, quiet electricity.
The wind blows over The trees bow down To the fields of green Where brushing is the only sound. This place I love I unwillingly leave It will become Just a faint memory. I must move on As the tree branches ache The seas of emerald Are being covered by flakes. My journey must continue As a vagabond it never ends I must find my way home As the new season settles in.
I missed the autumn leaves this year. I rested while they fell. Tomorrow is another day we'll hear the church's bell. The days seem slightly shorter. The sunshine rather keen. Closer is the horizon and night a cooler scene. The smell of leaves surrounds me. A wiff after a woft. The wind shaping the future. My fate become aloft. Plastic drapes the gardens. It's cold air sealed in. Condensation top-side and dust where sun has been. There's trimmings by the roadside bagged and tied with twine. Pruned to end the season. Clippings from the vine. A garden hose gone missing. Stored inside the shed. Drained of all it's water and exhausted in it's bed. The dew upon the grass blades beckoning the sun. Each morning leaving sooner as Autumn comes undone.
Pain that builds in intensity So many wounds to the heart Our mother worn from assault The earth doomed from the start? The hour for healing is passing Perhaps out best efforts to late But we keep hope in the drumbeat With sacrifice the rewards are great. To try with each day of living To cleanse and repair the earth Each small effort is helping Each green act has worth... When feasable, please try to buy in bulk..saves packaging, (trees) and other resources.
Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three, he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday; remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be... by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny. He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut, as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog; and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog, he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood; and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes, you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness. Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek: they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit; little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East; be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep, grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed; and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew... devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue. You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome, take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed; continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved, and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.
Rhythm created on water tends to kill Images of trees and sky reflected in lake Still water but, not any more still At least not dry or frozen and opaque Creating a wonderful picnic spot Inviting place for geese to immigrate Time to make trips and enjoy a lot Deer will stay out long to graze For next few months of spring and summer Artists will come with canvas and brushes Boating or may be fishing can occur Trees will wear colourful dresses. Sky will finally get rid of grey cover The vision can roam clearly and further Fog will entirely vanish from atmosphere Season to enjoy the beautiful youth of nature Vibrant colours of spring will be hidden They will not be so in summer and fall Leaves will turn first green then golden And will not be in winter at all.
Winters tears fall fallow on the sleeping Soft emotion into dormant hearts creeping Thoughts to awaken, needs forgotten too long Reach for the unknown want, new and strong Push forth from cold dark slumbered sleep The dawn of wonder, a promise made to keep Our lives forsaken in winters gathering sweep In joy emerge, to the sun we kneel and weep
In the middle of the grove, I look up I see the traversing light from the moon And there are some straggling stars all about The planets will be coming around soon The trees of the clearing have a true feel Reflecting the light of the moon above I love the sight, polka dot starry night Diamonds enhanced the sky of night love Majestic peaks send chills through the cool air I see this only through the breaks of trees The brush of the landscape looks overrun But the scene brings joy and a lot of ease Russell Sivey
Nature plans to run rings around the moon Light that's seen only by the mighty rock The master brightness fills the countryside Where there are fields of grey and black that mock There are flowers that exist which are dim In the day they are yellow and bright red At night they are various shades of grey Lit barely by light of the moon that bled There's a sound of a stream that flows downward It's black as the night, a source of wisdom The cool moon covers its bed on the field And stretches out its hand for its kingdom The sky and the clouds is where the moon lives Being beautiful was its heartfelt aim Blessing the ground with a white glow about Light shows what to marvel and what to blame Russell Sivey
Monitoring twenty years confirms Having good vegetation about Helped to protect Australia's rivers From ravages of climate and drought The condition of streams and rivers Based on agricultural impacts Caused modification of catchments And altered hydrological cracks Australia has set the example Use wood for rehabilitation Wood now plays a major role in streams Improvement without limitations
Such lovely things are part of spring, Each greening, borning, blooming thing. A pansy face, a new made nest, In spring God sends his very best. How can one see and yet not know, It's God who makes the springtime show; Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings, All new growings, all new sucklings? Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb, Each one is sent by the great I Am. In the worst of winter's fury, Spring is coming, not to worry. God shows his love to us in spring With all new things to make hearts sing. He fills our needs to keep us whole, Topped off with spring, to feed the soul. Won a 3rd in contest
The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England; they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land! Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams. Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons... exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians; they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze; first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace. And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers, who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure, who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure. Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies, these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices... changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land, avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.
NO FUTURE, NO FUN, ONLY FAILURE Perhaps the thing that bothers me most Haunting and hunting for me as a ghost She had to have known I'd end up injured Yet ignored what I had suffered and endured I put up with promises I knew were secretive dreams I put up with wondering if the lady is what she seems My second nature obviously beat the s**t out of my first And not only that but second nature did its f*****g worst She must have known my body, spirit and mind would fall apart I have too much compassion and soul within my heart So I provided what she needed with no price, bill or fee But she had to have known the last man to do this to was me So now I yearn to do all the things she knew I shouldn't do Like drinking and drugging myself half to death and that's nothing new She's comfy and I wish I were being welcomed into hell by it's host And perhaps that's what bothers me most © 2010.……free cee
I made a home in a star Meant to keep me warm But the flames grew so hot I lost all shape and form And dripped from that sphere So high in the sky To a crater on a moon Where I was left to dry After I cooled in that crater I explored that new place Marked by such time Was that moons lovely face But the dark side brought the cold And I knew I would freeze So I caught a ride On the celestial breeze I sailed those solar winds To the blue ball below Searching all the way For the highest plateau I landed on the tallest peak And felt the difference in that place From all those I'd been before In the extremes of space I was far from the cold And far from the heat Yet somehow, on that green ground Those two seemed to meet And dance around in harmony Just like that bright red sun And moon that chases after it When the day is done
Beautiful Arrayed The wintry north extend their blast Leafless trees, freezing winter days Sweeping winds, the sky is overcast Each season has their charming ways There's the harvest moon at night In nature's spectacular show It is beauty of pure delight Everywhere you look and go With blending songs of earth and sky Wildflowers gracing the landscape Way up pillow clouds sailing by Mountain tops, shaded woodland glade Somewhere above a distant land The nights are dark and there's no moon Where many different colors blend The stars do brighten up the gloom Every thing that's bright and fair It is all beautiful arrayed The earth with the heavenly air These treasure the Master has made.
Clouds are taken for granted Part of the weather scene They come in white, or in black, Or something inbetween Chances are they'll be around, Although the sun is out They're always there, when it rains Of this there is no doubt Sometimes you see them hanging, So high up in the sky Wispy little icy ones Higher than birds can fly Clouds can carry destruction That farmers cannot stop Things like heavy wind and hail, Can wipe out all the crop If you see a dark and boiling one, Sitting low to the ground Stay alert and be cautious, A storm's somewhere around Run like hell if you see it Take on a funnel shape If you don't find some cover There may be no escape The clouds are always moving, Changing slow; sometimes fast You see different shapes in them, But they will never last Spend some time looking at them, Enjoy what's given free Pictures by Mother Nature Are there for you to see
While I appreciate the vacation it would have been better if it were paid. Funds lessened by nature's aggravation, lends credence to the starved artist charade.
Their lies on the West Coast of Scotland A Kingdom that's rarely been seen Where it's beauty radiates through ones eyes Even closed you can only but dream Natures gems thrive through seasonal change Blessing colonies of sea faring birds To witness the call of it's wilds So many voices just have to be heard Cordyline australis grace her lands They are palm trees to you and me A native from a land down under Not Australia, New Zealand is where they be This area where this Kingdom lies With it's rugged and beautiful scenes Freshwater lochs lure many anglers To catch the fish of their dreams Many visiting tourists, some in family trace To discover where their ancestors be Capturing snaps of their homelands, a past way of life Filling the blanks of their family tree Sporadic green forests of pine With ferns and heathers, carpet the lands Rugged juts off an earth from the past Spewed through her juvenile glands And this land through your eyes that you see Is the Kingdom that's rarely seen If you live here we call it Scourie So beautiful in natures scheme http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php
I marvel at the stunning beauty in raw nature all around, and my little piece of paradise in our Northwest Puget Sound. I reflect upon the memories of this corner so neglected. God has worked with me to find in it more beauty than expected. I believe He has been helping me, I need not beg His pardon for using His raw materials to establish my loved garden. I stand in awe of how He is there with everything that I need, the rich soil, the sunshine and rainfall. Seldom do I need to plead. I think I've grown very much in faith, since I picked up that small hoe. I dug a row for some flower seeds, without believing they'd grow. I understand I needed His help. Each day has been a pleasure. As I pick my beautiful roses, I thank Him for each treasure. Received 9th place in contest
I was doing yard work the other day, planting some flowers all around. While digging in dirt, close to the fence, I heard a clackity sound. As if the metal of the spade was hitting some wood and some metal, too, I heard. To my surprise, I remembered just then, the chirping of the birds. See, there was a time, for memories sake, when my family and I stored our thoughts within a chest of metal and wood, from the antique store, we bought. We placed the chest out in the yard on a bright and sunny day and while digging the hole to place it in the birds were just chirping away. My sons and my daughters, my wife and I placed pictures and such within So, one day in the future, when we need it most, the memories will come back to us again. So, just knowing they're there, is memory enough for me to be content for now. One day when my children have all grown up, my wife and I will dig deep down. So, I covered my hole with plenty of dirt, but, first threw flower seeds in with hopes that the memories, like seeds that they are, will grow and flourish, again. So, my treasure chest, there, remains in the yard waiting for that one special day when my family and I need to return to those years that have gotten away
Living light at play against, The clear northwestern sky. Vivid hues of blue and green, And gold and pink fly by. It writhes and twists in crisp cold wind, And billows gaily out, In rainbow colored curtains, As the wind blows them about. How wonder-filled this gay display, Of lovely living light. How blessed am I to see them play, This crisp northwestern night. Judy Ball The Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis is one of the seven wonders of the world.+ Nov. 2010 For Francine Roberts "Write Me A Happy Poem" Contest
Pitter patter, scurry scamper, Running through the house. squeek and screech , a frantic dash, A tiny little mouse. Searching for a morsel here, A little nibble there, Then hurry back into the nest, To nestle there with care; For seven little pinkies, All lying in a bunch, Waiting for their mama, To come back with their lunch. They must be very quiet, The people mustn't know, They share their home with even one, For then they'd have to go. Life is hard on little mice. Home and hearth come hard. They're prey to everything it seems. They must stay on their guard. She didn't see the owl today, Just made it to door matt. It's bad enough to have to dodge, That big, mean, nasty cat; And yesterday was almost caught, Beneath the old wood pile. A weasel hunting there for food, Near chased her for a mile; But Mama's here now little ones, No need for now to fear. Just be quiet,, snuggle close, We're safe and warm in here. Judy Ball
Why would I wanna be lemon or lime? When I could be lemon marang It might feel good in my haven sublime But there's more left to do than just hang The bumps and wrinkles of my skin Reminds of some latter acne stage But flavored juices from within Show wisdomed hours on each turning page Through leaves way up in the shady tree The sun so often leaves me tanned With hunger pains you came and picked me Braving brush with wavering hand Nothing beats the view from up top So high, it shows your dedication Barked with lines that time can't stop For me a win-win situation Convert me into something sweet Or you could turn on your crusade To masquerade with sourpuss treats And call yourself the lemon aide No, leave me hanging high and dry With shriveled smiles before I fall I choose to remain here in the sky Untouched till topsoil sprouts reform Who's ever heard of a sour brigade? That laughs and likes to play the fool All gay and taunting the days away The greatest trick I'll ever pull
Why are only birds blessed with wings, Those itchy, twitchy, mindless things, While humans are stuck on the ground And in machines to fly around? Perhaps there is a reason for Our legs (NOT wings) being so sore... Perhaps there is a reason why We can not freely roam the sky... Maybe it's 'cause we drink so much! Drunken drivers are bad enough. We'd fly in constant fear and fright Of drunkards hitting us mid-flight! With this, I worry of the most An inconvenience vile and gross. Imagine if we lived if fright Of vomit rain on weekend nights! Maybe it is our flatulence. So near the ozone, there's a chance The fast food gases we secrete Cause global warming to increase! Maybe it's 'cause we fear great heights, Or 'cause we'd tangle strings of kites! Maybe wings would be cumbersome And block the usage of our arms! Or... Maybe it's for the sake of birds... Mankind with wings does seem absurd. For even birds need their own space, And everything must have its place.
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings and play harps and lutes melodious things come sooth my soul and for our losses and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined do cast your light and airy within our mind so also to our agony do make us blind where in time we shall life kinder find Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course lead me now away from paths remorse fail not to impart joy and from its source and to the courts whats odious I do divorce and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions unto the burial sites with their benedictions the ends of tribulations on the morrow as I have some aspersion to this sorrow Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony the golden strand in archetypes that be fluid in the cups elixir we do drink to shelter from woe and misery we sink Clasp the inner man intone your song return to us the living among our throng embrace the consolation and hold whats dear for upon us all this place draws ever near COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Wee, wee rid rid coated thing tae ma hert sic joy yea bring. Wae elegance an' tender charm, ma racin' hert yea sae disarm. Yea hang there among yer kind, Bright an' braw but sae refined. Ma wee rid rid coated friend, sae Bonny, I'll nae pretend. Each year fur us yea come along, espousing nature's sweetest song. A song not o' sound but o' exotic taste. a taste fur oor lucky paletes tae be graced. Here fur oanly a wee wee time, yea mak ma taste buds gently chime. Tastin' like nuthin' else oan this earthy place. wae yer wee rid rid bonny smilin' face. Frae yer parent tree yea duly burst , as a wee fluer yer gently nursed. Caressed by bees yer scent doth bring, eventually tae be a wee green pimply thing, Bathed wae the Sun's life giving rays, growing, maturing in such a wondrous way. Changin', yellow, pink, noo tae yer rid rid style, tae a Bonny Cherry tae please us fur a wee wee while. Av jist picked yea up frae among yer like, frae the box foo o' Cherries whay are jist alike. But you ma wee wan are jist fur me, hope yer taste is in the proper key. Oh my, sic a burst o' pleasure, ma wee wee rid rid bloomin' treasure. Say juicy say sparklin' ma mooth foo o' joy, wunnerful, exotic, aw ma senses yea do employ. hank yea, thank yea ma wee rid rid friend, yer the greatest, aye I'll nae pretend. Tull next year, tull wee meet again, whin I'll listen tae yer song o' sweet refrain. A song o' taste an' no o' sound, o' tasting magic from aw Cherries abound. Rest now yer gentle parent tree, an' please bloom anither day fur me tae see. The Auld Yin.
Watch out all you kiddies Or I'll bite off your face I'm a nasty baboon It's my favourite taste I'm usually quite cranky Not a happy old soul Chew on dead carcasses Eat cheetahs whole Why am I so ornery It's the baboon's way Reared on the savannas Fight for life each day You'd be cranky too With body odour like this How would you feel If you smelled like dead fish Watch out all you kiddies Or I'll bite you in two I'm a nasty old baboon Doing things baboons do © Jack Ellison 2012
The night is still dreary, a grey sky Dismal and cold, a usual winter night There isn't much hope within the wind Nothing exists save for a special light In fact there are two of them, in a tree They're reflections from the eyes of an owl In the grey backdrop they glow so bright Like an animal that is on a prowl The owl is the spark of pure energy Shining within its soul, beyond the dark Taking the darkness to higher heights Putting life in the grey, just to embark The tree within the fog is barely seen But the owl's eyes are bright, a mighty sight One can hear the hoots of the owl around But what he emits from his eyes is white I may not see in the depths of the night And the evening might be grey with dismay However his eyes bring forth hopeful sight A beam of life within the darkness's cliché Russell Sivey
Early morning vapors emulate a lady's veil, diaphanous, a softly shifting secrecy; inconstant as the tide and deathly pale, feathering the lake in fragile mystery. Minstrels scarce can sing with proper import of the dawning of the day in violet haze; e'er we hear the skylark, mother nature's joyous consort, and sunshine bathes the fields with warming rays. First light is fully-fledged, the veil is lifting, the surface shines, a vision sparkling bright; 'til day fades to dark, then the morn comes drifting, and mist sprawls like a spectre from the night.
The rain falls fiercly, As I look up into the skies, Only to see the sun, And white clouds floating by. I walk into the woods, Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet, I stare down to the earth, To see grasses, soft and sweet. At last I see a rose, Lying dried up on the ground, I gently touch it's petals, And my life is newly found. All along ive been yelling, At the wind for being cold, And shouting at the rain, When life's story has been told. I ignored the graceful beauty, As i blocked out meaningful sights, For when it's gone I will regreat, Shunning the flawless story of life.
All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing how can not it's splendor not fill our very being raindrops in waters with their rippling wake and mesmerize our souls does the rushing make gentle breezes lifting dappled leaves in dance and some say it all came about by chance How does this effusion elude a single man when everywhere one turns it's radiance does stand Nebula and quasar adorns a cloaking sky and some choose to call the truth a lie How lofty and profound in it's depth designed everywhere one turns does God's eminence remind lavender and magenta do our roses wear magnificent in color in tended gardens care In florescent rainbows are a peacocks feathers multi patterned flowers among the blooming heathers many hues of blue stretch across the sky changing shades of azure of the seas close by In Africa's dense jungle ring tailed lemurs leap Asia's tarsier in the day does sleep the giant and red panda in bamboo forests eat meerkats make their manor underground to keep Springbok and Okapi migrate within the land camels and dromedary travel in the sand kingfishers underwater dives yet he cannot swim the hoopoe within Europe summers on a limb Golden plovers and sandpipers do the beaches run in every nation some great cat naps beneath the sun the ruby topaz hummingbird and bird of paradise the chameleon changes turf and puts on his disguise Through filtered teeth of whales krill don't stand a chance and so many speculate it's all just circumstance At the poles do penguins nest upon the ice beneath the oceans surface unnamed fish do slice Everywhere in universe within it's laws do move meticulous and intricate does creation prove change the axis of the earth and life would not exist no missing links have been found and yet the lie persist The precision of it's interface keeps universe intact so cohesive is the pattern in every little fact why is mans reason out of line with the universe turned his mind away from God just before the curse To his change the animals haven't been unblind fear of man and his hand knowing he's not kind mankind lost respect for law and for himself focus is on surface and not aware of Satan's stealth Melodious is the speech of birds outside of our homes the cacophony of nature with it's many tones explosive is the energy if the atoms split the power to enclose it will so few admit Mankind's exploration isn't nearly done infinity a subject for learning yet to come we've barely scratched the surface of mathematics sum to it's fascination have so many become numb To winds and tides of doctrines do so many move who will ask the questions and arguments so prove the laws that governs universe are so well defined but the souls that live on earth are of double mind God has stretched the heavens with a movement of his hand futility against his knowledge cannot a man to stand wisdom she does cry and her voice puts forth to examine natural things and upon your course Listen not to instruction upon whose path you err take away it will the life you hope to share Life itself is precious do not you throw away if you follow fallen man away from life you'll stray The cry of the cricket do you understand there is speech in everything that lives within the land do you think a crocodile you will ever tame and things undiscovered we have yet to name How little understanding exists within man's mind to exult himself against God's knowledge is he blind before Jah's understanding mankind's is so weak why from another man should you your answers seek Bow your will before him lift your voice in praise take in his instruction if want you length of days Consider what you are and what you may become in beginning were created just like God's own Son sources Psalms and Proverbs and Ecclesiastes COPYRIGHT © 2009 Duboff Law Group LLC
A flounder is a flat fish, found in tidal waters Laying on the bottom, partially covered with sand "Floundering", is a nighttime sport on the Texas coast You slowly wade through tidal flats, with a gig in hand A helper carries a Coleman lantern, held on high You both keep scanning the bottom for a tail-tell sign If you spy the flounder's head with those two eyes on top Gig him and get him on to shore quick and don't waste time There's another creature that covers-up in the sand You must always be alert and on the watch for him A sting ray has a serrated barb in its whip tail A bad encounter with this creature can turn out grim Don't take steps when you wade, just slide your feet in the sand Should you bump a sting ray, hopefully he'll swim away But if you're taking steps and you step on top of one Then you're in real trouble and there will be hell to pay The flounder is excellent fair; meat white and flakey They can be cooked many ways: baked, fried or on the grill Although you can catch them by fishing with hook and bait Wading at night and gigging one, is a bigger thrill
Reflections of Autumn on the pond so still Like a dying rainbow my eyes in fill A tear drop in fall to this surface of glass Drifts now forever, but it's always to last Browns, reds and ochres in kaleidoscopic view Whilst dark shaped veins start to show true Trees will appear in skeletal shape Naked to bare, now having lost their drape Into Winters abyss of seasonal change One has to wonder is nature so deranged Then comes the Spring as we marvel once again For when we view her Summers, we know she's so sane http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php
Pearls hang on the Caladiums Swirls of fog and rain from the night Twirls that flow to the very edge Earls no more blessed than I with this right Heat will soon evaporate the dew Treat short lived but the memory Sweet lingers relieves stress of day Greet this day appreciatory Contest: Lento Poetry Sponsor:^Rick Parise Thanks for the challenge
This river I talk of just has to be seen In it's meandering turns it's simply a dream No matter the season it's flow simply delights Daffodil lined banks of green in typical springtime sight Whether it be azure blue or grey, it's mirror of colours ooze Enticing your eyes to witness as eventually your mind will choose As you see the salmon leaping and the hungry seals in seek The scenery that surrounds this river, will draw your visit, meet Like many stretches of water, if it's in your heart you'll admire If you have witnessed as much as I, you will never ever tire To know where we call this river, in time your answer will be For to adventure to it's meanderings, you'll be standing beside me
The tears of a snowmans cry, as if saying goodbye to winters snow For these tears will not be wasted, for into life these tears will flow Where once lay the snowman, greenery now shows it's grace Anew now abounds in shoots and buds in this wonderful beautiful place The tears of the snowmans cries, resonate on the periphery of I Harmony and the emotions of life, as I look I understand why We now await the seasonal cycle and the snows to fall again For once again we will build our snowman, and marvel at natures reign http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-13.php
Lost Eden's Eternity Tree is found In the garden's all around, In all parts of the world I'd guess Reflecting Eden's loveliness. It's just that we're too blind to see, His vision of eternity. The wind may blow the old growth down. But little sprouts will soon be found. Or that same wind may gently put A seed where it can soon take root. God's plan is wonderful and true. Not all revealed to me and you.
Wind, take my soul away, Up high into the sky, Let me soar through clouds of dreams, On golden wings I fly. I'm carried by an eagle, I float atop a hawk, I swerve and dive the livelong day Together with my flock. And then I part into a tree Above the highest peak, I listen close for songs of spring For it's a mate I seek. I heard a slight, soft, "twitter-tweet" When through the woods I flew. I wished upon a shooting star, Which led me straight to you.
On golden sands hands on hips Faces close, moist touching lips Orchestral sounds of natures bliss Two hearts desire their joining wish Under palm tree shade, two in lie Above even higher azure blue skies Kisses lead to caress in softly touch Hearts pounding in desire so much Naked to bare amidst natures sounds So splendid they arouse on sandy grounds Whistling leaves in admiring wave Bodies impressed in touched engrave Echoes of passion fill this islands air Waves gently lap, their way to declare Resonating sighs, romance shared by two Blissful love can be, and be so true http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-18.php
THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN MOTHER NATURE I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled And damn it, my coffee over-boiled So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she's the most beautiful bud that grows This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that's what I think Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead Some were gregarious, some of them were shy But I remember this one particular squirrel I named "Guy" He'd come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies Where there is no sickness, illness nor disease Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let's them live And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give But birds to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs I'm telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
The setting of the sun is captured by the surface of the bay It makes one feel so proud to stand and witness this, this day Whilst the suns downs, it's as if the ripples still give it life My thoughts in total capture as these scenes erode my present strife Tranquillity now flows through me as I sit amidst a darkening sky Knowing answers are there to be found, to ask and wonder why Tomorrows dawn shall greet me as I enter into another day It's the knowing of being around, allowing the mind to have it's say http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
Lust is the dark cloud in the sky. At first is it up high-alone. Soon it begins to multiply, until the sky is overgrown. As it grows the colors deepen. Dark blues, greens, and blacks sieze control. The swirl together and charged, beckon as-in tension-the heavens roll. For the the sky-at last-does break, and rumbles of pleasure are heard. For fire and sparks illuminate, and-in passion-the sky is burned. But clear blue sky starts to return; forever gone the whirling shades. And with it dissipates the pleasure, only to return another day. When Lust again darkens your door, you will find it is not as in past. You shall question what Lust is for, as Lust is not meant to be steadfast.
From my window I see the most wondrous of sights Mother natures wrath releasing her might Blackened plumes of smoke in monstrous rise Turning day into night as it covers her skies Oranges and reds in sporadic bursts of colour Oxygen sucked in as her atmospheres smothered Electrical releases like skeletal veins When you witness her power, is she going insane Canopies of greens become consumed in her path Pyroclastic flows in suffocate wrath Where once you heard birds in chirping surround Explosion's now aplenty in catastrophic abound From my window I see the most wondrous of sights Am I as insane as her as I marvel her delights The settling down of the spewed innards of she I look inside myself as her power thralls thee http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-16.php
I'm standing where no one has stood Well no one as far as I can tell It's a vibe that enters my soul I'm bought, my eyes are in sell In front of me I view It's an avenue in natures world On the left are rocky scree slopes On my right my hearts in swirl For a carpet of green greets me To the horizon that's so far away In front are many snow capped peaks Caressed in a snowy display Running through the avenues centre Is a mirror of translucent pure I feel as I'm looking at two worlds If I stand on my head I'm still unsure Once and a while I see ripples The mirror cracks for a moment or two Then it returns to it's previous Sky blue and beautifully true
Fearless flames licking the night as the glow flickers fire in their eyes ah the tales round campfires light of Sasquatch shadows and cougars demise When sleepily those embers to ash burn down like marshmallows slipping to the ground lanterns cast their final shadows In exchange for adventures awaiting tomorrow A final gaze at a zillion stars shinning their sign of specked hope for a soul to know peace is only so far as blackened woods against constellations cloak As I lay me down to sleep not a care in the world can persuade me to take for granted my humble retreat safely bunked with my horses by the creek Sunshine flashes her brilliant stare like diamond wings playfully fluttering over morning rivers greeted with prayer while wee ones still in tents lay slumbering Until the hunger fails to quit resisting whiffs of luscious scent hash-browns and bacon crisp... with flapjacks bearing the final lament Here they come sleepy and wistful cocoa for the kido's hair in a muddle and coffee for the men now donning stubble the ones bearing tissue and the O'l faithful shovel The slightest breeze sweet smell of earth shooting, hiking, splitting wood traditions passed down again to preserve laughter in a still frame subtly procured Camping is the life, simple yet rich meadows of wildflowers by the lake kayak drifts near wild lavender I pick with a wave saying thanks to the boaters wake :-( Of all the trips money can buy exotic lands, places to fly... there's no place better to spend a summer then camping where the wonder comes uncovered
Meanwhile, our troop moved on down the trail. One more bear episode needs be told. We arrived at the next stop with out fail. It was late evening and beginning to get cold. Two of us went to the horse spring for a bath And use the same one to clean our clothes. As we left the spring we saw blocking our path. A mother bear and two cubs, ...fear arose. We hid behind a tree and watched them. In our unlaced boots, carrying wet things. As they walked up the path toward the rim. We knew we couldn't just appear threatening. We slowly followed keeping the cubs in sight. The mother had left the weanlings. But reappeared on top of a bank on the right. As she jumped we started yelling and arms flinging. They ran, she ran, we gathered our stuff and we ran. Yelling and flailing, we chased them past the adirondack We...right behind, duck into it fast as we can and tie the gate before they could come back. Come back they did and playfully bite on the wire. The boys were elated and good pictures taken, To show their friends that none of us was a liar. Bruce and I recovered after being so visibly shaken. They finally left, and so came to a fitting end, Our last bear episode and good laugh, The other boys had at our expense and chagrin. On the oldest boy and the "chief of staff". We hiked our last six miles with no major events. Still time to glow for being a trail survivor. Fontana resort awaited...hot showers, condiments Then home...all slept soundly, except me... the driver. © Mar 30 2010 Charles Henderson
Farewell, Sweet Summer! Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else It's got other appointments to keep In the distance toll the old mission bells Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers Not many seem saddened at all by this death And for this passing mourners won't raise a bier Autumn is born, its gestation complete We excitedly awaited your cool advent No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat Gone is the summer of our hot discontent Yes! Fall is born! Let's give it a name! It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes Soon it will set the landscape aflame As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves Freed from arthritic twigged branches As fingers release shiny gold coins Nature's allegro pirouette dancers Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi Others float gently through brisk afternoon air Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes Landing softly on a grassy blanket there To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake
Snowflakes like feathers float to the ground. They pile up silently without making a sound. Some fall down straight, others blow around. One thing in common to earth they are bound. I look upwards to the sky it appears so white. It is kind of strange for the middle of night. As the cold wind blows I feel its bite. All I see is snow, it blocks my sight. As I walk through, it starts to get deep. I slip a little on this slope that is steep. The dampness into my bones it does seep. Angels must be cold, frozen tears they weep. I go inside to seek shelter from the storm. I feel the cold and need to get warm. Covered in snow I look like someone else. As I thaw out I soon return to myself.
Cornfields whisper sweet nothings, The sun bashfully sings. You are the cause of pardon, To you the leaves are wings. Young men smile at your wit, As you steal my hair away. The hushed rain summons your command As you capture fearful gray. Clouds sway at your wish As my kite follows you. I hate now what has become Your powerful empty hue. No substance begs your reason, No soul knows your fears. I have never loved another, Who fell these shaken tears.
Would that I had a bracelet, Of starlight 'round my wrist. A matching ring upon my hand, My earlobes starlight kissed. I wish I had a neck chain, Of moonbeams 'round my neck, To wear with robes of gossamer, And be so fine bedecked; But if I had such finery, It wouldn't be so special. I wouldn't value it so much, If they were on my level; But every night I'm bathed in them, The jewels of the night. I bask in silver radiance, As I walk beneath their light. Judy Ball The natural things of this world are so far above us that we should value them more than gold.
There is little excuse that I can give For not having written as of late, Except that my pen has been out of order, Correlating with the date. To understand, you must consider: My pen is made of magic steel That can predict seasonal change By changing how its surface feels. In the spring, the pen is sticky, As if it were covered in honey sweet, And in the summer the metal is scorching, Buring whatever surface it meets. In autumn season, the metal turns red, Like the leaves that are destined to fall, Then in the winter, the pen will freeze to my skin, And I can't put the thing down at all.
Daffodils by the garden gate Welcoming all who come that way Nodding in the morning breeze Like innocent children at play Their yearly reign will not be long With abandon they sweetly dance Their yellow flags fly cheerfully A spring and daffodil romance
Nestled in coconut groves and lush fields of paddy, with the love of a large family, each day warm and tardy, Ever poised and elegant, stood my trove of memories, as boys and girls innocent, played under mango trees. Soon as grandma came in sight, her hair grey with age, we rushed to hold her tight, dropping our baggage. It felt as soft as feather, touching her frail hands, her eyes filling with tears, to see us back on her lands. Dewy mornings crawled by, as we grew lazy by the day, sultry afternoons passed by, watching cows feed on hay. Breaking the serenity of dusk, came a fishmonger yelling, catch of the day cooked with much spice, there was no telling. Swollen with the monsoon, the dark night sky, eager to pour it down soon, still as the earth did lie. And soon, when will I see you next, grandma would sigh, Feeling sad, as the moment came, for another good-bye.
For every drop of rain that falls From the heavens far above A little flower bursts forth with life A testament to eternal love It's a symbol of perpetual devotion A tribute to that age old appeal In the very truest sense of belonging Each day the signs are revealed Amazing, a word that's often used To try to describe this evolution The way of life since time first began The supreme consummate solution For every drop of rain that falls The world is refreshed and renewed A rainbow of glorious profusion Giving earth its colourful hue © Jack Ellison 2012
I have the want but not the means To cry, and so I let the trees Well up for me, then shiver down A thousand jewels for a tear soaked crown.
Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset, goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds, whose melody accompained me to winter's doors; and with deep sadness I kept on looking back. Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings; watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees, and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar, forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire; and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season, which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence, in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley? Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense! Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule; goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup, which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in, reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales... hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages; relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A BICYCLE TILT FOR TWO Riding a bike can actually be a lot of fun I used to ride mine with my friend named Michael The following question may be considered a pun But doesn't a girl who has two periods a month have a bi-cycle? © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE…~free cee!~
Tiny little weasel, Sneaking 'round the house, Searching for a midnight snack, A chick, a kit or mouse. Crafty little rascal, Scurries here and there, Must find enough to feed the brood, A bird, a pup or hare. Nocturnal little scavenger, Omnivorous opportunist, Relentless once he spots his prey, A formidable impugnist. Cute little weasel, Can be really sweet. Cut the little guy some slack, We all have got to eat. Judy Ball Just make sure your pets and live stock are well protected.
A walk in the park on a cool summer morning Refreshing as all "get out" Those last two words actually do say it all "Getting out" is what's life's all about If we're stuck in front of a keyboard all day We miss the glories of nature The smells, the sunshine, the cool summer breeze The first crisp snow of December Old Mother Nature in her multitude of pleasures Never fails to impress us each day No other feeling is quite so intense As the smell of some new mown hay What I'm saying is this plain and simple Be thankful for every day given Eventually the pleasures you once experienced Will vanish as onward we're driven A walk in the park on a cool summer morning Refreshing as all "get out" © Jack Ellison 2013
You were but three inches tall that day When I heard you cry and ran outside To stand between you, my beloved owl And a swooping hawk, wings three-feet wide Little me, new born owl of the night Staying in my wooded habitat Being brave enough to venture out Golly, Ollie, thinking what was that Each night you have serenaded me But today I bring sad news, sweet friend I must move away and leave you here Our life together's about to end To part, but in different places The lovely times we shared together This so sad Barn Owl and his neighbour We two birds will always be tethered And when the moon overcomes the sun I'll listen for your cries o'er the waves Your gentle croon brought peace and comfort It's a memory my heart will save http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php
The parched, cracked earth receives the rain into a billion hungry mouths; she suckles at the sky's wet breast swaddled in cloud-gray gauzy blouse. Sweet budding grasses nod and sway; infant creatures babble and croon, as Mother Nature tucks all in 'neath nightlight-blue lullaby moon. July 19, 2014
A rail of secrets and hidden spells With footsteps grind on lowland's farm, Where staring owls cannot foretell, How near I'll be from deep woods' harm. And as I stop with eyes quite torn Through black of night's uncertainty, Scales the breath to wait for fresh dawn Erasing fears 'neath the wise tree. Trail of light descends on relay Hovering on boughs, so serene, Leaves plucking tunes of evening's play Night blessing my gray doubts , I dream. Kissed by prayers bringing fresh hope, The moon rises as flowers swell While birds await starlight's approach And hours rest where my new joy dwells. Contest-- Not Just Any Old Quatrain For Kelly Deschler
Snow outside has mounded high. But I am here with you. Cozy, cuddled, we two sigh. The silver sky, now, blue. Hot chocolate steams in each cup. Your breath streams on my brow. Two as one are lifted up. Embraced by love's endow. Winter solace feels my heart. Outside fawns loose their spots. Spring shall bring a brand new start. For now, happy teapots. © November 6, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Write me a Happy Poem Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
primrose,bluebell black briony, sleep well,my flower.. 'til Spring,will be
I knew I loved you the very day we met our God and Father showed me a heart I'll not forget it doesn't matter how far you are away my words will always my thoughts of you betray I have plunged into your thoughts like a pail within a well dived within their depths where your realities do dwell if I had not these things in you ever seen no love from me would I you ever bring I'll never support injustice or those unmerciful and mean the things that engage me the qualities of our King to hold the scepter one must fulfill imperial Law not written in stone but upon the hearts its draw Ever am I aware of my need for you a character so solid whose strength can see me through to remain with me you must learn the paths of Truth ever seek Jahs guidence leave the errors of your youth Did you not know that I would be sent to you or believe the answer to your prayer was true I confess I never thought to find any who would hold onto my heart in the way you do God will never let you near me till you understand the cost to resurrect a true love from your former life be crossed exclusive devotion in unity and a bond of one to glory in each other like our Father and his Son You are outstanding no man I know compares to you there is acuity in everything that you pursue a self awareness that the majority have lost but that pursuit of itself has had its own cost I want to tell you I love you and will never part want you by my side not just living in my heart I shall never find another who is the like of you the gems within your heart they are what me drew Awake Awake oh sleeper dreaming in the dust you must die to hatred rise in Love you must there is a price for True Love most here not willing to pay so they settle for just anything that gets them through the day How many tears alone have you cried the feelings you do not share but hide kept the suffering and afflictions untouched inside left to yourself because your trust had died I offered you this gift but you turned me away but it is still remaining like the light of day it was made just for you thats where it does belong to deny something so precious is not just but wrong But this is how we grew up the World in which we live dedicated to the pursuit of self from ones heart don't give like Christ we keep on waiting for you to return our Love there is no greater Gift in Life a present from above source: Life and the Song of Solomon and the Words of Christ Jesus COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
Officinale taraxacum, the plain and simple dandelion, If I said that most adore her, brother, I'd be lyin'! In garden plots and flower beds, twixt paving stones, they flourish, a boon to some, a pest to some who wish that they would perish! In her defense I must applaud with great exhilaration, the determined way she grows, her quick proliferation! If you favour wine or jam this yellow bloom's for you, its leafy greens are great for salads, and it helps your liver, too! The dandelion is here to stay, and stay, and stay, indeed; some don't mind its yellow crop, to others, it's A WEED!
When we become happy, we laugh And if we are sad, we cry Everyone says that, the moon is very high but only can reach, there a brave guy
The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken... it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied; there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone! If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales; they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race, which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss; the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else; Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just! Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "
Stands of infinite beauty Shimmering in the light Slim, silvery lines of silk Stretching wall to wall As delicate as a child's breath As strong as silver steel A home held in open air A beautiful killing ground
Second creation of delicate flesh, lured by the Serpent's astuteness, why did you promptly reach for that apple and invited me to taste it and eat it all? Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree? Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty: you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise; now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers. Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention, to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession: bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time, but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie. Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest; and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected, and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread. Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.
It can be gloomy as winter's dreariness... when nothing else glistens but cold snow; and it can be as mysterious as summers' nights... when the crickets are heard from a dark lawn. Come out and see the many images of the pale moon, which changes its shape on certain months, or days of the year: full moon, half moon and three quarter of a moon still captivate us more than any other planet distant and clear. Who hasn't heard legends about this mysterious planet not so cheery? In Medieval Times, it seemed to have magical powers so solicitous; and to whom it was so leery...if not to a saint exalting God only? Poets of this age...wonder how it turns lovers passionate and amorous! I have contemplated with admiration the many images of the pale moon for almost a lifetime: from my hilarious childhood to my hermetic manhood, and it hasn't broken its incantation, or changed a bit in color and even mood; if I could reach it, I'd transform it into a garden of loveliness as anyone should.
The sky is scattered and fallen down, The earth is no more brown, Winter has bidden goodbye to the fall, Snow flakes have woven the white gown. Very soon they have started to crawl, On the bare trees standing tall, With Christmas trees, when they abide Each looked like a cotton candy ball. With stored food, having feasted inside, In their nests, the squirrels like to hide. Sun is too mild to spread the warmth, Earth is dressed like a wedding bride
Spent time enough upon this road to know the things I think are gold don't give a hoot bout wealth or fame if you're famous and made a name My life's simple have my own dreams my own pursuits and my own leans but these are those that let me see what lies in you your own beauty I understand what you've been through though life's unique but similar too you own your joy as I do mine its ups and downs the unsublime I've experienced life and all it's dirt our ecstasies of all our hurt foolish man said I crossed the line I wasn't worth his thought or time Forgive me now should I not see all the meaning your life needs be sometimes I'm bound in my own thought to remember what life has taught That I glory in what is you individuality it's what we do I've shed my tears and held your hand same under stars the same earth stand COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC Psalm 62 9 Surely the lowborn are but a breath, the highborn are but a lie. If weighed on a balance, they are nothing; together they are only a breath. 10 Do not trust in extortion or put vain hope in stolen goods; though your riches increase, do not set your heart on them. 11 One thing God has spoken, two things I have heard: "Power belongs to you, God, 12 and with you, Lord, is unfailing love"
Full of bloom and color, sun full overhead Face turned skyward embrace nature's gift Long days of bounty, endless joy of which we read Heedless, careless, forgetful of the cold dark rift No thought of seasons extending beyond the sun Prepare not, time has no bearing, no dominion here No one to tell us of things that must be done Too late we realize, the shadow season so near Stephen
The sun shall shine after the rain. Drying all tears, erasing the pain. It shall heal all the wounds inside. Show the way, the light it provides. The sun allows all things to grow, Providing light so beauty can show. All you need do is look all around. In every corner beauty is found. It graces the horizon chasing away night. Reducing the shadows while increasing sight. It brings forth life to our entire world, In its light the beauty is unfurled. The sun brings warmth I feel in my soul. When it shines down I feel quite whole. It warms the ground, the sand under my feet. It warms the waters making swimming a treat. When it shines down, light it bestows When it does set the colors explode. I close my eyes and dream of the sun. I draw from the strength, join in the fun.
The eastern horizon striped red and blue A crispness lingers from the night's cool Early morn, shrubs and grass sprinkles with dew A Mockingbird's clear notes' melody rules A single loud cricket chirps a chorus There is a peaceful feel to the porch's scene No sirens, bombs, wars, causing a loud fuss There is a time and quiet to softly dream If only man's internal being's peace Matched the scene of early morn's repose Life as a whole from wars would then cease More symphonies from man would be composed Finis' Sponsor: Kelly Deschler Contest: Not Just Any Old Quatrain Written: July 09-10, 2014
I awake today not knowing where to go Destination unknown hope is all I know, Fog so thick you can cut it with a knife Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I drive it's like flying through a cloud With broken wings flight is still allowed. I can't see where I'm going or where I've been I don't know where to start I simply begin. Cars in front of me vanish like ghosts Vanishing tail lights the direction they post. I cannot see ten feet in front of my face It's like traveling through time and space. After a while the sun shines through Revealing a sky that is clear and blue. It reminds me of journeys made through the night From out of this blindness comes the dawn of light. I finally arrive at my new destination I seem to arrive within my calculation. Into the fog and then out the other side A journey towards vision is simply implied.
The Rolling River Dr. James E. Martin ©March, 2014 The river rolls on, with deafening sounds, with each roaring move the noise abounds. The children watch with fears of their own With deafening sounds, the river rolls on. Fishermen stay late with determination new as the mist on their foreheads gently spew. They seem to not care that it is getting late With determination new fishermen stay late. Back at the house a partner does wait, aware that it is now getting late. Now not such a cheery spouse, A partner does wait back at the house. It's been a long day, filled with fun, enjoying the river in the summer sun. Longing to there forever stay, Filled with fun, it's been a long day.
SPRING Spring has a color all her own, She's no particular hue. She comes in many happy shades, In a variety of hues. Waking slowly from Winter's sleep, She twinkles in melting snow. Stretching her fingers toward the sun, She welcomes the warmth and glows. She dances merrily in golden rays, She sparkles on the water. She glistens in the morning dew, All Nature is her altar; Where she offers happily, A rainbow of glorious color, Singing sweetly through the wood, Joined by her sisters and brothers; The new born creatures living there, Come out to have first look, At all the colors of the world, The trees, the sky, the brook. What color best describes this nymph? What shade is she, what hue? What shade indeed, I cannot say, What color, say, is "New"? Judy Ball For contest Color My World by Nette Onclaud
He's of a bright yellow and auburn color, and Autumn leaves match his feathers well; what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill... and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler! Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds by using slings and stones to bring them down, and then watch them die by inflicting more pain; that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals! Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom, if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom! Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall! He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile, and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple; would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me? Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers, but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters, not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!" Watch them in their habitat: you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life! Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family, I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled; I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived! Did God send this bird to me...to test me how compassionate I would be?
The sum is much greater than just its parts. More than a thought it grows in your heart. I look at all these pieces that make up me. When they join together, beauty you see. I look across a field and see many trees. Upon a closer look, grass and a river I see. They all present beauty when they are apart. But put together, they are a painting in my heart. I look up and see the grandness of the sky. My imagination grows wings like birds fly. There also is the sun along with the clouds When put together the picture it allows. It all seems to change as I head toward night. The sun explodes in colors, the sun still shining bright. Darkness soon approaches the stars and moon in sight. It paints a picture of peace and everything is alright. As we journey through night it shall start over again The sun greets the horizon much like a good old friend. The light shines downward, revealing each and every part. When they join together, they are a painting in my heart.
Tiny bar percussion instrument, I am in awed. I rhythmically stroke my thumbs across your tines, My soul floats upon your notes; my heart applauds. Tensions and sorrow float away; your music unbinds. It seems natural to hold you in my hands. Your inharmonic overtones, to some, may seem odd. Sweet dissonances lull me like no marching bands. Simple reverberations discover my inner-self's facade. I love to hear your pure tones resonate, floating. Upon the breeze, contrasting sounds drift away. Trickling timbre, like a bubbling brook…naturally calming. Together, we become one with nature, joys stay. Dreams drift to forever where fantasies thrive. When you are in my hand, my soul soars. I become ecstatically thrilled to be alive! Awakened by the freedom your music implores. INSTRUMENT: Thumb Piano A.K.A. Kalimba © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen October 29, 2011 Poetry Soup Member Contest: >>> SOUND MADNESS <<< Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
From a mountain's peak, to a very picturesque valley below, these cold and sprightly waters flow... watching the gyrfalcon cool off his beak. River, don't stop your flow anytime, let me admire how you glisten... running down the snowy inclines; hearing the croaking sound of a raven. Further down you plunge into ravines, and less forcelful than a waterfall, you splash on rocks and wildflowers... raring in the manner of a rascal. No vigilant eagles, or dozing marabous amid stalks, are found as you approach vast grasslands, but the ocean is very far and doubts arise; o river, keep on flowing towards those serene skies! From a mountain's peak with graceful glee, you gurgle in flowless rhythm without mistake, satisfying my dry palate in a dire state; o river, flow like the blood that sustains me! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Standing upon it without thought passing each day, Our terrain serves our continuity, preserving sway. Preparing spectacular topography to which display. Characteristics of different hue, glorious and gray, Whispering air flows throughout the world in peace. Silently it moves at times, often seeming to cease. Constantly circulating in every aspect of its lease, Violent it may become with a destructive release. Spontaneous combustion, never proven to be, Powers of the flame, necessity for you and me, Discovery of fire was easy, produced heavenly. Captivity, tricky of this beast, fire was born free. So much abundantly occupying our spaces so near, Producing different cultural life, to enjoy and fear. Securing borders for explorers to travel our sphere. Our closest boundary, but not, our final frontier, One irrigates land, one separates flowingly diverse. One feeds the source, only as fuel to burn, intersperse.
Across the desolation it roams so free. What lays beneath hidden from sight. From swirls it surrounds nature's track. Sometimes lazily or swift might. Life needs this entity to carry onward Nature requires its nurturing style. Its beauty overwhelms landscapes. Such flowing wonders which does beguile. Each tributary has its direction to go. Whether its course is north, south, east, or west, Streaming, curving, and with elegance it provides. I muse upon countryside's scenic guest. written for Sponsor Barbara Gorelick Contest Name A River Runs Through It
Ribbons of light rained down tonight, From a moonless, inky sky. So bright they were as they blew about, So near and yet so high. I watched transfixed in wonderment, As they twisted and billowed out, And wondered at their merriment, As they glowed and danced about. I'm stricken by mystical beauty, As they writhe across the sky; Twisting, turning, shooting, churning, As through the night they fly. They seem to be a living thing, At play in the midnight blue; In a cabalistic ocean, Of deepest, darkest hue; Bringing out their colors, Like a rainbow come alive, And I'm so blessed to see them, As they bend and twist and dive. The wonders of God's handiwork, Nature at it's best, Is shown to me when we're alone, And I'm My Maker's guest. Judy Ball "Then God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years." Genesis 1:14 And It Was So.
Those poor much maligned dandelions Always trying their very best To be loved and cherished like other blossoms Happiness is all they request But for some strange reason unknown to man They're the scourge of every lawn Like you and me they just want to be wanted Like a graceful, elegant swan To be carried on the arm of a blushing bride As part of her lovely bouquet A congregation overcome with their beauty A part of that memorable day Those poor much maligned dandelions Forever being sprayed and dug up Then thrown away like some discarded weed Not coveted like the sweet buttercup
Aromatic scents drift in the summer air Sounds of nature resonate, with us she kindly shares Naked to bare we are under cotton wool fluffy clouds Tranquillity surrounds us so, deafened by it's loud Scented Lavender Rose I pour onto my hands This afternoon we lie, was always in our plans Upon her bare I lay, fingers playing massaging soothe Plying across her undulating curves, tanned delightful smooth Astride bareback to shoulders, gently I lean into say My darling under natures skies being with you on this day Alternating currents sporadically enduce our souls In time we will declare our intimate of goals Slip sliding down her body, with adventure in my eyes Her beauty captures my heart, as she echoes with my sighs Naked to bare we are under cotton wool fluffy clouds Tranquillity absorbs us, each other we gown as shrouds http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php
The flow of our tides Are a marvel to me They lap the shores and the banks From either our rivers or seas Their crests beat down In thunderous boom Yet they can lap so gently Like a quite Sunday afternoon It is so hard to believe That a distant satellite Delivers a timely wave That's always so right This power of nature Pounds and graces our coasts But you have to hold your glass up To nature and toast Because the flow of the tides Are a marvel to me No matter where we have settled They will always break free http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
I like cheetah so much he is so fast and how beautiful tail he has in the last Climbs quickly on a tree his eyes bright in the night when you see his eyes those seem like a light.
I see the first few hints of fall as corners of my yard compete to be the first to win the gold, in an Olympian type feat. My old fruit trees, still in the race hold bounty for migrating birds. I must survive on fallen fruit and inspiration for my words. As summer shouts her last hurrah she lingers on to watch the show. The scarlet Oak and Maple vie to outdo each other's vibrant glow. Viburnums dance in autumn's breeze in frenzy of delighted glee. So proud to show their brand new dress, they're gaily shouting "Look at me." Seducer with scarlets and golds, a temptress with her brazen bling with foliage answering to her call. I wish that fall could last to spring.
Are there words to tell, The beauty that you hold within? The mystery upon every swell,. Where God had life begin. Feeding multitudes with your bounty; Man existence depends on you. So giving of your endless plenty; Beneath your waves of blue. The mysteries you hold Are to man a constantly calling. Will your story ever be told; Or are our methods too appalling? You deserve our endless gratitude, For all you have provided. You play a beautiful etude, Of which God's elegant hand has guided.
Back in East Texas where I grew up Folks did a whole lot of fishing I liked to fish using a trot line If catfish is what I'm wishing A trot line is a long line that's strong Every few feet is a staging The stagings all have hooks on the end Where fish find the bait engaging The trot line is tied across a lake Hooks are baited while still daylight Chicken necks or liver are good bait Run the trot line after its night The line is run every three hours Cook hobo stew on the camp fire When you get tired, go take in a quick nap Tell stories, find the best liar We're trying to catch big channel cats But lots of things will take the bait That's a large part of the fun of it What comes up next, can't hardly wait When you're running a trot line at night Don't paddle the boat to move it Pull the boat along, using the line Don't get up from were you sit Check each staging as you go along Soon you will feel something jerking When a hook is empty you re-bait But still something's down there lurking When you pull up the one that's alive Might be a turtle, snake or ell Only pull up to see what it is Before, so you'll know how to deal The best thing to do with some things you catch Cut the staging and let it go But when it's a fish you want to eat You want to bring it in really slow A nice channel cat can weigh twelve pounds He has sharp fins that can damage When you bring one that size in the boat He can sometimes be hard to manage Next morning we'll fry some for breakfast In a skillet until golden brown Serve it along with some hushpuppies A better way to fish can't be found
A primate with disfigurement... His stare, facing back at me... A crystal he was holding... his light ascended truthfully... His wild cry escaped-with defiant will... This dream no script pretend... his judgement sorely with impale his identity has been refused... his freedom in deep detail... Soon the same will fall to some... due to cruelty and abuse... His denial remains, his life locked somewhere in his truth...
As Rachel Carson warned us in her book on "Silent Spring" We're killing off inhabitants of Nature's neighborhood. The butterflies are vanishing and also birds that sing. The poisons we have scattered are in their and our own food. We must accept responsibility for damages we've done, And change to Nature's remedies for raising crops and flowers If we want to see our children chasing butterflies for fun, Without fearing for their safety during summer's carefree hours. I have seen my daddy long ago, pull carrots from the ground And after brushing off loose dirt, he'd eat it to the tail. That was of course before we poisoned everything around To keep fruits bite-free and shiny, when offering for sale. I would rather have an apple from my own, old unsprayed tree Knowing that it's not been poisoned, just to keep it insect free. For Brian's 1 to 14 line contest
The winter sun stays longer now, Now as the seasons start to turn, Returning life beneath the snow, The snow that held the earth's sojourn. A poet sits beneath a tree, A willow tree bedecked with buds, The buds of blooms waiting to be, Beneath the tree, my heart now thuds. The goddess works her magic round, Around the earth she calls for life, The living seeds burst in the ground Upon the ground, the signs are rife. The sparrow sings its mating call, A call to love and dance again, Once again, the earth lives for all, And for all ends the winter's reign. Form: Wreathed Quatrains
Leaves still clinging golden and true after the first Autumn snowfall. Boughs waving windy good byes to the last of the yarrows white pall. Fallow fields of rye long gone by who also wave heartfelt adieu as the wild geese cry flying by so neatly arranged in their queues.
The silence from thunder, an act of God. Where will he strike? This way or odd. Then there's a flash. A still dark sky. Quiet for moments. My breath for a sigh. Fresh pollen fog falls cold on my brow. Cool are my ear-lobes. The ground for a sow. Pensive and perched I'm listening in time. Will it come close? Were it that I'm.
Contest ~ "A River Runs Through It" ~ Speak to me O precious breeze and ravage downward upon my side for strength I gain along emerald trees as love tumble onward in summer pride For a dream has dawned with coming day and purity is held within my hand thine gift shine bright upon thee lay caressing gift upon the land ~
The Appalachian Trail is quite a long path. Not many can go the whole way. For those not content to do the math It's five million strides, so they say. Most hikers elect to go part of the way. A distance which can be done rather fast. They usually walk less than a day. An unusual and do-able week end task. Ball teams love it to get into shape. Boy scouts earn badges that way. Others just want to view the landscape, In an "up close" and personal way. I once took my scouts to hike the trail. We seven averaged twelve miles each day. Six days without TV, Radio, or Mail Newfound Gap to Fontana ... a long way. We walked along beautiful ridges and peaks. The view was ten miles more or less. We walked along bottoms and followed the creeks. Lined with fern, willow, moss and water cress. We walked along hog wallows... smelling rank. And many clearings filled with wild flowers. We trekked many a long rocky bank, Which took minutes which seemed like hours. The buildings provided, to shelter and protect, Are crude beyond normal expectation. Twelve bunks inside and fireplace...I suspect. Less for cooking than warmth and ventilation. Three sides and a chain link fence with gate. Ropes to tie shut and keep critters back. All except the mice, chip monk and snake. They were the real owners of the Adirondack. At one such place we retired for the night. Woken at midnight by shouts and lights aglow. Men at the gate holding a young man upright. He seemed bloody from head to toe. The building full, yet no turning back. They stumbled in along with ten more. Twenty-two piled into the small Adirondack They covered the bunks and the floor. Sixteen holes in the young man's back. I talked as I cleaned but he needed to vent. He began to tell of the vicious attack, While I painfully applied antiseptic ointment. He was alone in his tent, eating a candy bar. Suddenly, as the bear's head loomed into sight, He dove into his sleeping bag, not getting far. The bear, ripping and biting, carried him into the night. Some forty feet down a slope where he stopped, He released the young man momentarily. With all of his might, what was hanging down, he socked. The bear, in total despair, ran but somewhat impairdly. The young man ran back, meeting help on the way. After that, it was as I already have said. He was later airlifted, checked, and pronounced a-OK. But the five hundred pound bear ended up dead
I found the end of reason's trail Just beyond a graceful bend The shear drop was as the limit Of what I comprehend Surely roaring waters lie Beyond this cliff – an emerald sea With the boundless depth, and soaring heights Of high theology?
like gossip, love's epidemiology causal, a vector rampant spreading has another uncontrolled physiology a loving caring directional heading love can't grow in a Petri dish unless you're an amoeba or other cell if agape's agar to feed, would wish then i'd suppose it could, as well diseased with affection and devotion the prognosis a fortunate telling incurable in time, your love's emotion opportunistic transmission compelling we could seclude with quarantine but why would we want to isolate and keep inside of what i mean an infective germ so obviously great to catch a love disease, not so good on some picnic blanket by river of love as catching love to be, could, would with your desire of desires, free of animosity for all of sentient beings to less thinking with other leanings hard to be unaffected when all around everyone, everything is happily bound one to another and each bound to all devotedly catching incurable contagion laughing 'til crying and having a ball loving each other, and all civilization what a lovely way we could live life if we could forgive and forget our ire without avarice, worry, or greedy strife just let the love spread like wildfire © Goode Guy 2011-06-21 http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ hit me with your best shot... ;-)
With winter upon me I start to dream of spring. Though my senses feel numb I can't feel anything. I remember the sun its rays could warm the soul. Though the cold of winter is still taking its toll. I remember the scent of flowers clinging in the air. Where once it was barren the grass shall grow there. The trees begin to blossom as they come alive. The beauty surrounds in every direction I drive. I hear the bird singing they seem to rejoice. The enjoyment of life seems to be the only choice. They gather up twigs to construct a new nest. They work until dark and then they do rest. The days grow much longer I see so much light. It seems like a beacon to guide me from night. The sun grows strong and everything grows. The warmth can be felt as a gentle breeze blows. I feel my spirit grows I think I can fly. I just spread my wings and take to the sky. I look down to see all the world down below The seeds that were planted are starting to grow. I see spring much like a return of the senses Nature agrees, it becomes a general consensus. The dream seem so real I can taste it in the air. Winter shall fade and spring senses shall fare.
Moonlight glistens on snow and he's stalking, slyly slinking, belly-cresting coverts to the coop. Silence his canopy, hugging the hedgerows to safeguard his cover, there's death in his eyes. Silence is shattered, the virgin white snow is blood-spattered; no mercy is shown, no quarter is given. Silence settles again, he retires, hunger sated, he'll forage again as his craving dictates.
Broken strands of opaline pearls, dot emerald lawns as evening falls; night lights aglow, fireflies bed down lulled by whip-poor-wills' soothing calls. Mother moon, her blue chair rocking, unfolds blush blanket-clouds to wrap wee stars in warm muffs of wonder upon the Milky Way's broad lap. In nests of silky eiderdown earth's smallest creatures pause and sleep, while the sun, robed in peach splendor, pillows her head on angels' feet. The tranquil hush of purple evening brushes a breeze, soothing and cool, across the fevered brow of day, weary of men who live as fools. July 27, 2014
The monster rose out of the sea, Intent on devastation. The wreckage it left in its wake-- Beyond imagination! The world looks dark and dismal, now. Heartbreak, on every hand. A world of rubble and debris, Where once was sun and sand. But this night is not forever; There will dawn a brighter day. The Gulf Coast sun will shine again, And drive the gloom away. We'll rally 'round and lend a hand, For we're all kith and kin. We'll work upon the fallen things, Till they're rebuilt again. The human spirit will prevail. When this tribulation's done, This land will rise up from its ruin, And gleam in a new day's sun.
shifting and swirling wind biting cold first light coming around the bend illuminating each crevice and every fold the kind of silence that makes a sound lone bird on a branch snow drifts by the pound snow falling by happenstance misty mountains revealed herds slowly moving through the tree line lit by the yawning morning sun shield mountain mornings are one of a kind trees coated in snow all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers not till' summer will they show held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers hips and spines hand crafted by the creator silent, long since frozen creeks views, there are none greater lone, stalwart peaks silent cathedrals of glistening light grand columns amongst the cloud caps granite faces of extraordinary might white tipped tree caps taciturn sequoias standing tall guarding the valleys and watching the glistening sprawl among backwood alleys
Rains made the nature so clean, Shadow of clouds made it more green. The layers of clouds darken the sky. Sunrays are restrained to pass by. The layers are dense and thick. But, somewhere they are weak. Like a poor man's torn blanket, Cannot stop sun to peep through it. Penetrated by a few sun-rays, Bright lines are drawn in greys, Like silver magical stick of a fairy Showering boon of life and merry. Roam your vision in the clouds. Let your imagination come out. Can you see a sheep or a deer? Faces of crocodiles may appear. It's only the cloudy sky, I must say, You can stare with naked eyes in mid-day. As soon as the season is not rainy, You can't do so when sun is shiny.
Rain drops onto the lotus leaf Build up a large rolling pearl The breeze rocks and whirls Non-eternity life bears grief
I once knew two sisters aptly named Flora and Fauna I coulda loved them both for sure I was a goner Flora was a flowery lass pretty Fauna was easy to envy both sisters planted kisses on cheeks so warm and friendly Fauna could change chromatically instantly from green to red emotions turned emphatically joy morphed to anger instead Flora bright-colored and perfumed smelled wondrous and made me hot she'd float in and brighten any room while Fauna could definitely not animal instincts gave way you see though both sisters lovely when bare Fauna tasted a bit green to me Flora blossomed her flower to share © Goode Guy 2011-09-08
Our wonderful planet, for millions of years, was never this inspiring and beautiful... until God with His skilful, perfect hands beautified it for the first human couple. I dispise the whipping wind, somewhat michevious and insolent, brushing my short and dry hair as if it wanted to rapture me, when I stand on the top of a majestic mount as the Tibet... haven't monks lived there for centuries and endured it like me? Volcanos can be dangerous, but also make the soil fertile when they spout flames; making lava flow downhill towards the turpid sea, and I could retrace history... to experience the horror that all Pompeians felt when hot ashes fell on their city, and without a way of escape, they asphyxiated and died in unimaginable ways. How can we survive without water? Aren't waterfalls, springs and rivers the source of our existence? Imagine this Earth resembling the Moon, where no life exists... a desolate landscape made of craters and vallies so barren and arid. We discovered it, but then we realized it was extremely unlivable, so we never returned. I have amply explained the elements for our survival and co-esistence with Nature itself; it's very important to be aware of them, although they can be as unpredictable as death.
Sitting on the beach I close my weary eyes To hear the rushing waves When they land its their goodbye Sitting on the beach Sounds of nature all around Children playing in the sands Their happiness abounds Sitting on the beach Soft breezes grace my face The reeds reply with whistles Whilst the gulls glide their space Sitting on the beach Enjoying the sun rays on my face There is no better place to be For sure this is the place http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php
There is a twinkle in the Sun, tells me I am not too far from done. Still, I reach for the sky, like a tree reaches for light.
Where I grew up there's a unique creature Has Horns everywhere, a unique feature Six inches in length and dinosaur like The horns on his head stick out like a spike They call him a "Horned Toad" where I was raised "Horney Toad" or "Horned Frog" he's also phrased Actually he's neither a frog nor toad A "Horned Lizard" is the proper name bestowed The horns on his body are actually scales But on his head they're bone and hard as nails When he runs, he lifts high up off the ground A wibble-wobble run to where he's bound We took some to a Boy Scout jamboree Traded them as pets or sold for a fee We also painted some large cockleburs Traded as porcupine eggs as it were There're all kinds of legends about these guys Like eating hot coals, and spitting in your eyes There are fifteen species in the US The Texas Horned Lizard's biggest and best
No one can see the steadfast force guiding me toward infinite peace, an untroubled and limpid sea... with glittering, foaming waves! Some call it faith, I call it strength; and somehow leads me to believe in destiny... that the spirit cannot be broken easily when the foundation is built on courage! I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble on a smooth road, where evil is not present... to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful! I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm, and the pheasants sit in the golden branches; the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them, others have wished to savor such a sweetness! A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs, and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance... the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance! An oath of obedience I have made to God, and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly... in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me! Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I awake to commence this brand new day. Contentment does stir like the calm in a bay I have much on my mind with little to say Soon I must go and be on my way. The sun hits the horizon the red is so bold. The air is crisp and beginning to grow cold. I open my eyes to the beauty that unfolds, Every player seems to have their own role. The song birds join together in harmony, They perform their concert just for me. One bird flies over its colors I see. Its beauty is a mystery as it lands in a tree. The tree is so colorful the leaves changed overnight. They provide a rainbow of color much to my delight. Soon they shall fall and blow from sight. For now everything is perfect, all is right. All I see seems to have its own part Contentment still grows inside my heart Everything around me seems to join together, Defying gravity like a floating feather. I don't know of the day, it doesn't really matter. As I take in the sights my thought start to scatter. It seems that the puzzle is complete today. As I see my world in a different way.
~A Most Beautiful Spring Day~ (Quatrain By Letters) The most beautiful day has come again There's so much for us to be thankful for The butterflies & bees fly after the rain There's so many more wonderful things in store. The hummingbirds get fed from flowers The air is so very nice and mild today The spring season can bring lots of showers The children go out and some play all day. Tending the garden a nice thing to do Trees and plants all turn green and grow The sky is clear and so wonderfully blue There's much enchantment in spring and that's so! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012 January.25.2015 'Quatrain by Letters' is a style created by Erich J. Goller.
you can write a billion lines you can play a million songs you can film ten-thousand hours and never right a single wrong you can feed a ravenous crowd biscuits with salmon to replete overflowing cornucopias endowed and fill silos brimming with wheat you can sole the bruised up feet and clothe the bare-backed persons warm their cupped hands and faces never able to lighten their burden you aim to rework humanities place more caring now than indifferent so that all souls can truly embrace but, that may not be nature's intent hardship may in discrete analysis be core, even to the cells of us diversity of adversities in synopsis her permanent grand plan nonetheless so here's an observation for you to see dream your dreams and make your plans to initially carve into nature's tree but soulfully will to restep your stance what you think she's thinking is best most likely ain't what's there to find point is, that no one can truly guess designed intents of nature's mastermind © Goode Guy 2013-06-24
Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun Our "Mother Earth" has filled her graves; dread stays. Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws. She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day. And from her belly under seas roars cause. Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath. Disaster bound its heart to tears affright. Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death. She killed the young and old with just one bite. Gone; children ripped from parents while they played. And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay. In moments those that lived had passed away. Now destitute, survivors to God pray. The rich and poor together work, none tire. Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days? The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors', ire. Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze. The world looks on with wonder, all amazed. Resilient, pained, some brave survivors' fight. For tragedy had thrust death's dreadful phase. But human strengths arose to face their plight. As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed. Reminding all who lived that we are one. United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed. Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun. © © Dane Smith-Johnsen January 31, 2010 Poetic form: Quatrain
The moon had risen; The earth was aglow, And I saw all of this from My bedroom window. I thought to myself That a wing had unfurled, Transforming the planet Into a new world. Such a marv'lous change Was wondrous to see, 'Twas if the dry land Had been changed to a sea, And the moon looked down From the clouds a'swirl Glittering silver Like a midnight pearl. Tara Andre Midnight Pearl June 06 2012
PLEASE STAY PLANTED FOR ME Oh lady of the sun please don't leave before the spring the time when Mother Nature shows off what she can bring mother nature said "flowers shouldn't be for sale†as brown and dead removed their veil they shed their masks of coldness and snow so that the tulips and hydrangeas may grow flowers shouldn't be for sale but just for show that lovers may sit in the palette of a garden so please, my dear, don't go it's almost time for a picnic by that lake and if it be your will my heart is yours to take should my voice be stilled and my legs become too weak for me if I cannot command words let Mother Nature's pride speak for me stay until the bluebirds return to your yard of grinning green when the garden demands it the most scintillating scene you've ever seen please don't leave me now at the springtime's request when the roses bloom and the soil become their cradle and their nest © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
THE HANDIWORK OF MOTHER FUC>>>>>>NO, I MEAN MOTHER NATURE I used to sit right here complimenting Mother Nature on her handiwork Please excuse me momentarily for I have some coffee to perk Okay, now where was I, oh yes I was talking about nature now soiled And damn it, my coffee over-boiled So as I was saying I used to sit here complimenting every rose PORTENDING Platitudes I knew they wanted to hear, like she's the most beautiful bud that grows This very spot was a sanctuary for any bird who spotted a place for him to bathe and drink They thought me, quite frankly, philanthropic, or at least that's what I think Squirrels used to seed the lawn with peanuts, cookies and bread Buried for when the lion blows in lest they all be dead Some were gregarious, some of them were shy But I remember this one particular squirrel guy He'd come in my lap and dare me not to think him cute He was adorable with well stuffed cheeks to boot I look back on those days as dream colored fantasies Where there WAs no sickness, illness nor disease Those squirrels no longer dig up that which let's them live And besides, because of carcinogens in the air I have no peanuts to give Birds NO LONGER TO to bathe in polluted water filled with bugs I'm telling you man, the important thing to save is the planet and forget a losing war on f*****g drugs © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee~!
At night when all has settled down, And things are peaceful, still, We walk the coolness of the night, And listen to the trill, Of night birds as they glide o'erhead, Or rustle in the leaves, Hiding in the bushes, By water's edge and trees. Their music sweet amid the hush, And quiet of the dark, And I am blessed to hear it, As it's sweetness leaves it's mark, Upon my heart and in my soul, As quietly I listen, Beneath the moon and stars above, As overhead they glisten. As I watch them there I see, Bright patterns in the sky, Sparkling like diamonds, In the darkness of the sky. Such beauty God has wrought to ease, The darkness with their light, And I have come to know them, As the jewels of the night. Judy Ball
SEASONS The passing seasons color the years, In a kaleidoscope of colors; Each known for color all their own, Yet each enhances the others. Spring comes in gentle pastel hues, As slowly waking flowers, Reach forth to feel the warming sun, And drink the years first showers. Then Summer comes upon the scene, The garden is arrayed, In blossoms of all size and shape, And butterflys at play. Then Nature changes yet again, To the vibrant colors of Fall. The firey yellows, reds, and orange, Most colorful of all; And last of all the Winter brings, A crystal pristine scene, As beneath cool hues of blue and white, All Nature settles down to dream. Judy Ball
The warm spring rain still falls on the cherry trees, pelting on the sodden and drooping *lavender lilies... forming a small lake, where playful robins bathe and fend off the thrusting, thirsty shrikes. Soon children will come out and act dippy... chased by wild puppies and mousy kitties fighting over their stuffed, torn bears; oh, there goes my peace and *tranquility! The *fragrant lilacs are in dire need of growth and color, lately they haven't soaked up enough sun and raindrops: tingeing them, allowing them to revel in their *splendor; never denying lovers the *dulcet tones of their voices. The tranquil skies conjure up a past *bliss, can a poet's unrhymed words, emitted in a *whisper, go on *lilting? He will delightfully inhale the strong perfume of the breeze *wafting! And will he create verses with *eloquence? Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest, Word Warrior Challenge: Beautiful Words
Our fishing trips arn't fruitful, but they're always lots of fun. We always have a story about losing "the big one". Most of the time we're casting while dad says "Watch your pole! To be a real good fisherman you have to play the role!" "You can't keep reeling in your bait. Patience is the key. If you just stare right at the tip... You'll get one...you will see." "Stop making noise!", "Stop fidgeting!" "Who drank up all my pop???" "Don't hit her!" and "Don't look at him!" "This fighting's got to stop!!" Just when we reach the fishing hole of course you need to pee!! Next week we'll try it all again! It'll be fun... REALLY... You'll see!
Lived in Tyler when I was ten And not too far from my home Was a creek in an open field I often played there alone The creek was very low one day There was a funny mud mound It made me wonder, what built it? It was a Crawdad I found Crawdads are miniature lobsters They are known by many names Crayfish, Crawfish, Crawdads, Mud Bugs These creatures are all the same I asked my Dad when I got home "How do you catch a Crawdad"? "Just tie some bacon on a string And drop it in the creek bed" In the morning, I couldn't wait Go Crawdad fishing, what fun! Mom gave me a strip of bacon Got string and left at a run Found a deep spot, I threw it in Then I sat down on the bank Holding the string, I felt a tug I pulled it out with a yank That's not the way to fish for them When jerked they always let go If you want to land a crawdad You must pull them out real slow I got pinched by one now and then I caught a pail full that day Not knowing you can eat Crawdads I let them all crawl away
The countless flights of noisy seagulls seem like my days once idled away, sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues... beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away. Being brought here by destiny's hasteness, I am unable to return to my adored land... hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes; even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. Springs have been short and winters last much longer, and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness; the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher; this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels. Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons, and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat... the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night; where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!
In a highland glen through a forest of green For years untouched it has to be seen Giant ferns from the prehistoric age In this place where i walk is natures stage Clearings so lush, breath taking sights A break of a twig as pheasants take flight Up ahead i hear the most delightful of roars Like a magnet so strong, draws me to explore A spray mist, drifts through the air As enchanted singing, lures me to there A rocky outcrop i reach, beside waters of blue The song being sung, notes so true In the crisp clear waterfall, bathes a maiden so blond I watch the waters caress her, in delightful fond Curvaceous and slim as the cold affects Her body ripples to the cascading effect Through the clear her hands glide in motion Like the gracing waves on a tranquil ocean A symphony, of mother natures sounds Accompany her song in this wonderful surround Who is this maiden that i view here In this wonderful glen, on this amazing sphere Bathing in water that gives so much to my lands As i wish the fluid of clear, were my hands http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
AFTER THE AUTUMN STORM The warm rays of the emerging sun Escape from the clouds like newborn kittens, Only to be gathered up quickly again And by their mother clouds hidden; And the day seems destined to fade Before it has had a chance to bring Last sustenance to the longing glade. She sees me and, with a smile like the morning, Brushes aside the failing Of Indian summer's last effort: And I know the hope of spring - Like the bear and the meadow wort, Sleeping now and in wait - Instinctively knowing that all is well, That by and by the clouds will abate, And that time will tell.
SNOWFLAKES Lightly loaded on the branches Filigree fingers of delicate white God's winter sky-buds starry bright Made with frosted feather brushes Fragile frigid frost creations Graceful lace of white - behold Their starry form from mist and cold Sugar icing decorations All flakes alike In virgin land Frozen lonely motionless Filled with silence and with stillness By pristine heaven's cool command Great white leveller, God's creation Unique and six-rayed cool mutation Delightful clean white transformation Frozen water's re-creation. To : Constance -Rambling Poet - From: Sydney Peck Contest: "SNOWFLAKES"
The front yard of my house in Tyler There stands twenty three, long needle pines A insect emerges from the ground And crawls up a tree in a straight line When growing up we called them locust But Cicada is the proper name Straight from the ground they are like big grubs These nymphs transform and don't stay the same Climb up the tree from two to eight feet Their skin hardens, they push with all might Their back eventually splits open They emerge, dry their wings and take flight This can all happen while you're asleep But you can see all their husks on the trees You know they're there from the noise they make The males all seeking females to please Most of their life is spent in the ground When they take wing they live to just mate As nymphs they suck sap from the tree roots Mating done, eggs laid, death is their fate The eggs will hatch from the twigs and leaves Then before long they fall to the ground They'll dig on down, attach to tree roots Their life cycle keeps going around
Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep on this grass softer than hay; all the aches make my brittle bones weak, they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me. to keep watch; and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me... No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits, and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me; and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me: and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings... Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep, and without the lovebirds' song, something must replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear: slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest... And would I let any noise spoil this peace, to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease? I am endowed with the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing; come Satan, try to deceive me: the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening... Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
October skies are painted pink. Flowers form next year's seedpod. Migrating geese stop for a drink. Autumn leaves blanket earth's facade. Cold nights grow long while cool days shrink. Heaters turn on; lovers live warm. There's time to rest, cuddle and think. Celebrating nature's transform.
It was there mysteriously hanging, as He shaped it in a perfect form as other planets... the Romans called it Luna, and what a revered goddess was she! Superstious souls still fear it, I stare at it with reverence! Even before we were created, that moon, which illuminated our dark Earth, was believed to have mystical powers... causing high tides and frightening all voyagers. Luna, as magnificent as you are on a clear night, by morning your glory will completely vanish, and you will return with the shadows and by that bright glow, we shouldn't be afraid but make a vivid wish. Even before we were created, those moonbeams softly caressed the lonely oceans... when no human beings were sighted; and she, the goddess Luna, ruled over eerie darkness.
Today I pondered, what is my purpose in this ancient world As I tread in hand with my exquisite golden haired lady To where the cerulean sky touches the primeval sea The lacey gown of the ancient goddess above us sprawling I consider the ground beneath, once covered by immortal ice Grinding the very top soil that nurtures our secret Eden Its eventual melting, carving our concealed island home While we walk the beach upon the bones of creatures departed Down to the waves where the mighty eagles fish for their hatchlings The gulls crack the inky colored muscles upon the hard stones The clams spout fountains of water from their soft sandy abodes Hermits scurry before us as we kneel by the water's edge We give thanks for all that's been provided by the great mother Watching the cold sea approach and retreat with constant rhythm As we both inhale the briny salt air, watching the tall sails Holding her soft hand, twas at that moment I knew my purpose © Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Worms are grisly, quite abhorrent, slimy, and a world apart from style and character, I warrant. All they do is wriggle, wiggle to distraction, captured by the early bird they're skewered to inaction, yet they aerate the soil, help in nature's grand design, I must print a full retraction, they're not grisly, they're just fine.
Cold, grey stone in formation stand, Old standing stones, they gathered round, Around the magic close to hand, Old hands that grasped the Pagan ground. The joyous come to dance and sing, They sing the tales the ancients told, The stories told by bards of spring That spring shall come end winter's cold. All seasons turn upon the wheel, The wheel of life that never ends, At winter's end the warmth we feel, All feeling the path springtime wends. Form: Wreathed Quatrains
Not so long ago I stood in the sun. Taking in the warmth and having some fun. The days were long and the sky so blue, The days were long yet I longed for you… The days grow shorter the warmth is gone, Leaves change colors winter won't be long. Frost glitters in the sun and melts away, Things slowly fade that I wish could have stayed. The wind gets colder the skies grow dark, They rip through me sending a chill to my heart. I look to the sky and see the birds fly away Fall is gone and winter is on the way. The sky opens up and the snow begins to fall. It blankets the earth covering it all. Still I remember what buried below, I must wait until spring for it to show. The sun grows stronger the winter ices melt. As it touches my skin the warmth is felt. Birds return singing as if to rejoice, The rebirth of spring seems to be in their voice. As years fly by so many seasons and change As a new one comes, the last moves out of range. The seasons become like stages in life Some filled with beauty, others with strife. Spring becomes like when you begin, Summer is the times in the life that you win. Autumn is like when you start to grow old. Winter becomes tears frozen from cold.
I stood above the bottomless hole A little way from the brim And saw its waters, menacing, cold Blue too when sun was dim Away behind the Orange Grove church Where rocks give way to swamp A power silent at me did lurch My sweating hands very cramp I struggled to look away from it The water's blue seduction The presence of an awesome spirit Pulling me for destruction My father warned me I should not go Let curiosity dry But stories I heard tugged at me so Father's wish I did defy For I am Maroon too like them all Like Reddicas who dived in Left in spring and stayed until the fall Grand uncle forgive my sin For the lore told of you like sweet tropes Each myth your legend more swell Great seer, I bring my heart and its hopes To learn the place where you dwell But all I saw was picture of sky And a blue malignant eye A silence where no winds ever sigh And sudden awe - I could die They said I should hear the sea's deep call Or the earth's belly yearning Feel, but all there was my fear to fall And blue hole without meaning
Snow shoaling o'er the frozen land, biting, bitter cold; broken branches stretched like fingers pointing nowhere in particular articulate the miseries of winter's stranglehold. Spring seems a light year gone, her gentle breath a dream, but green shall conquer white and overcome its crushing hold when the crocus once reveals her lovely sheen!
A ball of orange A pumpkin ball Fat and round stripes that drawl Orange and bright White with glow Stem on top Bent and frow Skin that's speckled Flat and cratered Glossy, shiny Like a gator
Sing the Sorrow Roots deeply set firmly embracing this place home where I belong knowing no other Light falls dappled bronze and gold, now often gray leaves instinctively upturned receive the gift imbued without question Forest opus, palette strokes of genius changing wild, fragrant, free from seed to mighty oak count of endless seasons lost Antiquity remaining as today past present future as one blink in the moment few brothers remain This place once fragrant those who look upward small from the forests feet bring us to our knees For what purpose? Vanity? control, master of none every blink the dream fades with laden breath Soft rain breathe to me my friend, harm me now? questions without answers rest comes to all in time. Stephen (Stoic)
Leaves crash to earth As summer's end Finds us To rebirth Bare trees And solitude Of winter Does reverse The bright sun Instead But all Lend verse We stand Helpless To nature's play And freezing curse
Gentle rains falling with ease are welcome this day. The wind stops then turns around the old weathervane. Lightning flashes; thunder crashes, rolling away. Gather in these sounds while listening to the rain. "The Rainy Day" by Longfellow, stirs the spirit. Reading poems by candlelight, the power nixed. One needs to take a moment - and relax a bit. Liquid tickles the rain gauge for an inch and six. Do not become depressed if dark, dreary, and cold. Sun still shines above the clouds completing this chain. Hence it is time to shake off the drops of the old! Pleasure in the sounds when listening to the rain. Thick steaks grilling and sizzling over hot charcoal. Glancing reverberations' from puddles splashing. Both sound the same at times, a wondrous measured toll. The bright lightning and loud thunder keep on crashing. The power back on now, more storms are on the way. To find comfort in dark clouds, questions if I'm sane. I can't expect the same of you, just this to say. Soak up those noises heard, listening to the rain.
the tongue is just another muscle gives strength to what we think amidst life's daily hustle bustle helps thoughts to words interlink so the father with his mother tongue speaks to progeny generations come lessons learned to offspring young good ways to live, his rule of thumb still would wince at his tongue lashing flinching, blinking, cowering and meek if shouted anger from lips came flashing 'stead of old man's jokes, tongue-in-cheek but before I become too tongue-tied some tongue twister squarely knotted I'll place my tongue-in-cheek aside to address these words I've jotted and tell of my admiration for tongue no forked tongue falsehood to relate some silver tongued notes clearly sung of glossa tongues and hooks and baits that lovely lingual muscle hydrostat can do things fit for moans and groans I can hint, alluding to this and that of things we tongue like flesh and bones I think you'll agree with my observations presented to you, from my mind sprung and think of your own tasty applications many things budding the tip of your tongue © Goode Guy 2011-07-04
I am looking out my window The sky is overcast Mrs. Robin scurries across my lawn Oblivious to the weather forecast They're calling for rain and thunder But Mrs. Robin is not alarmed Her only concern is finding worms And protecting her babies from harm She's happy with her simple life Just carrying out nature's plan We would all do well to pay attention Good advice for our fellow man Get back to a simpler way of life Just be happy you're alive Feeling the love of family and friends It's the only way to survive Sound like a Utopian existence? I've been called a dreamer before No doubt we've got to start somewhere Before the world we know is no more ©Jack Ellison 2012
We spent Christmas in Camas, Washington With Aunt Lil and Uncle Carl on this run Carl owned the town's only sporting goods store He knew local fishing; where to catch more Carl said, "Steelhead fishing is very hot" "I can rig you up; you might catch a lot" A Steelhead punch card cost so much to buy I said to Carl, "I think I'll pass it by" Carl said, Steelhead are ocean going trout It's Rainbow specie with lots of clout They're born in the river; then go to sea Return back home grown; they spawn and then flee A long island lies in the Washougal Using a life raft to get there was frugal Its eighty rods before the rivers meet Paddling a boat there was no small feat With boat secure, Carl and son went fishing I only watched, from where I was sitting Saw action on shore; a guy had one on Which he played for a while, then it was gone I saw Carl when he hook one of good size The way he played the fish, was quite wise I felt the old fish bumps starting to rise When the fish broke water, I was surprised Those fish are big and their fight would be fun I knew right away, I'd have to catch one Carl landed his fish, it weighed seven pounds Got out his punch card and punched out one round I said, "I'll fish if your offer's still good" "We can rig you up; I knew that you would" "But you need a license before you fish" "I'll open the store, if that's what you wish" "Nope, I think I'll just fish without any" Carl said, "Not wise, that could cost you plenty" "Carl, it expires by the end of the week" "Get a four day one; that works for you neat" Next day I was on the island early Fishing hard but my bait acted squirrelly Had to add some weight, so it would hit ground Then threw it up stream and let it drift down "Oh My Gosh!, I'm snagged!" I said with a frown I bet I hooked to a log on the ground I was wrong cause that log started moving Yelled, "Fish on!," my attitude improving That fish was stripping the line from my reel He could turn sideways and rest standing still He used the current to his advantage When he made a run, I couldn't manage Carl walked over to check on the action "Carl, he's too big to get any traction" "And there isn't much line left on the reel" "If he was up current it'd be ideal" (Part 1 of 2)
Wild and free Amid waters of blue Amongst lush green grasses This equine shines through Pale blue skies Snows among the firs Nature at her best Makes you want to purr Beautiful sights surround us On our earthly lands This horse so wild and free Just as nature planned Our generations of tomorrow Have the right to see What my eyes behold That i see in front of me http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php
Willows whisper gratitude, drooping branches sway, they augur summers of serenity and winters of decay. Images of grace, gently shivering in rains of sweet intent, they burgeon like a testament fulfilled and immanent. Softly ornamenting with their sprawls of elegance, they pose like seasoned lovers who have earned their permanence. Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, mighty yet demure, they signify endurance for those untested and unsure.
Prism's shining Guiding the way The haunting of horns On lighthouse bay!
There was no TV, cell phones or I-Pods When I was a very young lad You found ways to entertain yourself No longer the case and it's sad Aside from spiders, butterflies and bees Four others were favorite bugs They provided many hours of fun But I never did play with slugs The pill bugs could be fascinating When touched, they coil up in a ball They had amour plates over their backs And hundreds of legs used to crawl You will find them under rocks and wood They like it to be slightly damp When you will find there's both big and small Living together in a camp A fire-fly is a big favorite He is known by different names Such as a glow bug or lightening bug Call it what you want, it's the same We'd smear the glowing stuff from his tail Write out initials on our hand Half of the fun was in catching them Just seeing them glow's really grand The ant lion is such an awesome thing Also known as an doodle bug They make little creators in the sand And never let their hole get plugged If an ant walks in the crater Chances are he'll never get out The doodle bug flips sand up on him Then pulls him under he's so stout A good way to catch a doodle bug Trickle sand down to the bottom When he start flipping sand from his hole He's near, so grab and you got'um The last one of my favorite bugs, A jack worm is what I call him He lives at the bottom of a hole That's 6 inches deep and quite slim I liked to drop a straw down his hole Before long he'll push till it's out His body is soft and one inch long With some hard pinchers for a snout One way I know to catch a jack worm Let him push the straw with his snout That's when the straw is in his pinchers Now just jerk real fast and he's out Kids now days don't know what they're missing Letting some device entertain They could be having fun on their own Go back to the days of Mark Twain
Steel grey skies Ice cold winds Chilled waters In freezing tinge Mountains despondent Below gloomy clouds Bare naked trees No greened shroud Cutting waters flow Cold crystal pure Hampered by ice Winters contour White crocuses brave Winters wild Blooming early With their growing smile Even the heather Bows to the cold Internally in shiver Where normally bold This winters scene Below steely cold skies Isn't nature amazing How her plants survive http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
DANDY DANDELIONS Joy springs sudden and without talk From the simplest of childish roots. Homebound from work to metro along city walk I saw today on one of my regular routes, The overgrowth of dandelions from the sun, Very tall and reaching through the iron fence, black and low Wind catching them waving happily in fun, Like little girls all standing tall on tip-toe Trying to catch my attention and saying "Look at me, Isn't my bright yellow dress the prettiest?" And indeed each one was beautiful to see - It was too hard to choose the loveliest . I felt like god with these tiny saffron Seraphim Looking for my admiration and recognition: For tireless, glowing, heated energetic vim, Jostling and basking in my approval of their motion. Sometimes a dandelion is simply a dandy to a child: And today I suddenly felt the meaning of this grow. They were in truth all dandies, and I smiled - I smiled silently all the way home in the metro. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE This is not intended as a parody of his poem, but many times I've read of Wordsworth's elation and his feelings about his daffodils. Today I discovered for myself what he felt, and it was thought-provoking. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written 6 April 2012 and entered in Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess's Contest Where have all the flowers gone
the burden of love weighs us down and throws our spine for a curve can't breathe a breath, might even drown or worse, maybe just loose our nerve to run like a ram for a highland crag with love's lush greenery far below with only the wind to be whispered to and a beautiful view of life's limbo but, steady we can find sure footing on the slopes of our dangerous actions and careless comments without putting ourselves on sides of opposing factions silently like a reliable pack animal we can tote and carry that heavy load as steadfast burrow or dromedary camel to bare love's weight down life's road packed in the sack or borne in the bag love's load presses the bones that carry yet light as the breeze flies it's flag a burden of love can be light and very easy to withstand, warm as your hand grasped gently on a cool winter's night carried strong, a load longed for and borne together knowing love's delight © Goode Guy 2011-09-20
In East Texas, the Catalpa tree thrives A parasite eats its leaves to survive A Catalpa worm is black striped on green In the summer, they often strip the tree clean It's a caterpillar when eating leaves It pupates in the ground I do believe When it emerges from where it did sink It's a moth know as a "Catalpa Sphinx" Growing up, I called it "Catawba" worm Put one on a hook and just watch it squirm It's known to be a "super" fishing bait I've used them and found they do work great They infest the tree several times a year But just Catalpa trees, let's make that clear So prized for bait that people plant the trees As bait in winter, they're OK to freeze Many times we used them on a trot line And for catching big catfish they worked fine They stay on the hook as their skins are tough And for catching pan fish they're the right stuff If you're a fisherman should try them And if they're not local, still get the gem Check out the Internet they are "For Sale" Order them "live" or "frozen" through the mail
...title courtesy of Victor Hugo Silver'd whisps, diaphanous, floating 'neath the ether, flying high like prophecy or prayer. Black forbidding masses rumbling out their message, jagged bolts of lightning rend the air. Innocuous or deadly, omens to discerning eyes, it would behoove us all to heed the skies.
If you could be me As you look through my eyes What would you see Below our natures skies Arching in her waters Curves of pure delight Cascading dark hair hangs Complexion fresh and bright Followers of this beauty Grace and fly her sky Every time she surfaces There is going to be goodbyes When she swims, she swims In undulation move So natural like her beauty Graceful and so smooth So if you could be me As you look through my eyes My aquatic lady wows This merman can only sigh http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
The frost on the ground is glistening, We wake with a new today. Water for hot coffee is whistling, Slowly the night melts away. It's a special time of each new day, The air is clean, cool and light. The sun has yet to blink one bright ray, I long for this gorgeous sight. Auburn with purple and pinkish hues, Beautiful colors all blend. Scarlet-orange with a splash of blues, Daybreak starts to make amends. Dawn, the finest and the best surprise, Finds me tranquil and quite calm. Early morning treats come at sunrise, It's now that I have no qualm.
when the Rose dries up and wilts at her hips and love tilts down and she softly quips that she's not happy scents of love past her flower has died, that love couldn't last it could all stem from prickly feeling thorns reckless whisper's eardrum some heated words sworn that too easily slip out from a human's proud lips to cause a lover's doubt and begin the apocalypse takes nourishment to grow attend to floral arrangements but, should it droop into woe an irreconcilable estrangement know that petals are everywhere for pistols and pollen's blossom just water it and give it care nourished with tender wish often Daisy will light your sunny side Violet's royal purples will enthuse Jasmine's scent will softly confide too, you'll know Iris' blues to tell what is usually meant of life and draws of relations flowers are always heaven sent a sensory celebrated jubilation © Goode Guy 2011-10-20
[To the city of Freeport Texas] Near diamond shaped and backyard small, a park that's barely wider than the trees it holds are tall. Where a warm gulf breeze rattles sleeping Palm-tree leaves composing a feral music filling ears with restful peace. A gazebo just off center beckons without words to say, caring for its sitters shade from a hot sun's ray. Where I sit in noisy silence from cars passing by enjoying tunes from wood birds like a love struck, male Magpie. A testament to city workers the grass there neatly mowed, the hedges forever trimmed their care and hard work shows. So I offered up a prayer (Interrupted by a Lark) God grant a grace of hours here at Velasco Riverside Park.
Running in But running out Things we hardly Talk about Do we make it Through this mess Are we breathing At the best What to call The state we're in Sometimes love Sometimes sin Will it be said We did our best Is the table Ever blessed Are there those Who will attest We ran the race And passed the test Now is God's Time ever giving Do we stop And trust the living Only time Can say the end Here and now I must depend Run the gambit Ever hoping Human race and God eloping This the end Of earthly know Left behind No life bestow
the moon is made of lovers' wishes Gorgonzola, and other dishes heard knighted lines of ardent passion of tears and wars of lusted action fallen harvest moon shines emphatically a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically dancing fires with nights painted pagan and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin' timelessly written in songs and tomes those emotive thoughts we've come upon matters not whether orb is woman or man it touches us celestially like no other can call her she, or the man-in-the-moon beginnings wrap to endings all too soon her light, like a lover's love waning your pull on her, has gone, abstaining yet new he comes 'round in the night dark and mysterious a shadow of light and more look up with wonder and lust under earthly moon all cratered and dust canines in deserts howl their approval lone wolf on mesa or in packs communal eclipsing all that the earth can give it pulls oceans of emotions that we live whether I'm mental or merely sentimental some core of lunar moonin' is elemental and moves me in arcs of sorrow and elation soulfully to cry with ecstatic damnation pulled nearer in mind to phased lunacy by the gravity of the moon you see whatever it means for all the fuss this moon surely has a pull on us © Goode Guy 2011-09-13
Rain is more than a blessing, watch it from a window pouring... birds take a long bath as little springs form; and kids run outside to get wet and dance in the storm. Rain is good for every tree, pant and flower, and on them we daily rely for food and adornment... plenty of showers in warm spring, thunders in scorching summer; the happy eyes of farmers love to see it fall on fields for a bountful harvest. Without rain the earth would be a huge desert, no plant life would survive in arid soil and the cattle on prairies would aimlessly roam to find a river for their thirst, many will die and the cowboys without their wild horses wouldn't be so festal. Rain is a source of wealth and more than a blessing, it promises pretty roses in bloom, abundant fruits on trees and wheat with golden kernels in the fileds, where those stuffed scarecrows protect them from very hungry ravens; imagine life without rainfalls, it'll resemble the somber moon with dry valleys and canyons.
Worked on the "Apollo/Saturn" project Took me to New Orleans for nine plus years An ant invaded there, couldn't be checked Learned that a Fire Ant is one to be feared In the thirty's they entered the US From South America, their native home In the soil from a ship's ballast, they guess Colonies thrive where ever they roam Small animals are killed by their attack Most ants bite and spray acid on the wound They bite and inject venom from a sack The pain doesn't stop hurting very soon They just seemed to show up over night Found them when I heard my daughter scream She must have had twenty different bites For over an hour, pain was extreme Looks like they're going to spread everywhere Haven't found a way to eradicate If they're in your area, be aware If you don't want bad pain to be your fate
The clouds are like dreams just passing by. Coming then going leaving behind blue sky. They float through the air and then disappear The dark ones are filled with angel's tears. Some are so big you can't see the top. Their home is the sky that never stops. Friends with the sun they provide it with rest. Like the tops of a wave as it starts to crest. I try to imagine what it would be like Floating a while then vanishing from sight. Up so high that you can only see down, Having no course to which you are bound. No two the same, different shapes and size. They provide shade and keep the sun from my eyes. Sometimes you can look up and not see a single one. Other times they are continuous blocking out the sun. I wonder of what is and where the clouds go, Will they drift away as the wind begins to blow? I look up at the sky and see they are a part Clouds are like the dreams I hold in my heart. Clouds are like dreams some come true. Once you realize nothing else will do. They become colorful just before night. Some days there are none not any in sight.
My desk is made of solid oak It's forty-two inches wide The top is made with many slats Up and down, they can slide For certain is a real antique Of a hundred years or more Old Trader Joe got it for me Right off the "Odd Fellows" floor My wife and I sanded it smooth After we had stripped it clean Applied and rubbed the finish in You wouldn't believe the sheen My desk is such a beauty No other could please me more It has a lifetime of memories I keep inside the drawers
Today was different It was as nice as could be I saw soft, white, little flakes On a bare little tree The wind was blowing And the leaves...they were to I was freezing, walking in that wind Weren't you too I felt that same wind Rushing through my skin Wondering why, today Why must it begin Twenty-one days After my b- day I never knew it Would end this way Thinking about The days in my past I know that forever They will last Just like today Remembering the snow Just hoping to God I wont let it go
dragging in denim notes through a tide-pool creek laughing lyrics bubbling on wearing wet my mystique dragging those blue chords rinsed in aqua and stone awash, panting, melodic remember eight bars rockin' overblown smokin' blues, roachin' rhythm trilling trumpet tonin' notes words sung growling aphorism textiled chords from our throats riffs cascade rock and fall pants and moans fit real tight cottonin' tactile harmonies enthral glissando down jus' feels alright singing chorus warbled lines don't matter to know the words stonewashed song feelin' fine bright sun-dried waterworks © Goode Guy 2011-11-27
see the roses, red and white see the glads, serene and noble the bouqueted mums, radiant and bright see the orchids, beautifully boastful smell the scents for all intents pulling our memory back in time remembering joys from past events family and friends, the days sublime petals soften life's hard terms the leaves greening up the day the pollen sits on stamen's tips reminding, life carries on, what may flowers are for the living from the wellspring of existence remembered, even in our grieving blooming our hearts to reminiscence © Goode Guy 2011-12-13 for a dear friend
Up in his branches? Down in his toes? Where's his brain hidin'? Nobody knows. You cut him, he bleeds You chop him, he dies You burn him, he crumbles You tease him, he cries. Whatever would cause you to laugh at a tree? Do you know he could mush you, Insignificant flea? Perhaps he can't run, Perhaps he can't walk, Perhaps he can't sing, Perhaps he can't talk. But he hears all you say, And he sees all you do, And it angers him greatly, To be laughed at by you. You may think he's funny, You may think he's cute, You may think he's ugly And stupid to boot. But that is no reason To doubt its not true. In more ways than one He's exactly like you. He knows about sadness, He knows about pain, He's cried in the sunshine, And laughed in the rain. But tease if you have to And mock them as well, Just remember they see you, And paybacks are hell.
rusted, busted, inorganically crop-dusted hand-made on our very own assembly-line low-flying tear-crying, cut-rate-buying fair-trade-priced, but still...real fine garment sweat-shop, Tex-Mex field crop, Civilization Inc. prophets chanting it up workin' twelve hour days 'til you drop drinking Cool-(Inc.)-aid from corporate cup the ol' family farm is right in the box ol' Bessie's mooing fer all she's worth sounding par per share of preferred stocks increasing quarterly statements net girth consume we must, as our numbers grow larger we're either counted victor or the victuals we consume awhile or face early departure incorporating civilization's declared rituals how many human souls can one world hold? how many other species get a place here too? how can we temper our needs uncontrolled? how can we help Mother Earth get through? © Goode Guy 2012-02-11
Silence falls around me Night has settled in Darkness takes the sunlight Wraps its beam within Daytime waits 'til morning Clouds rest in the sky Moon has risen over Wind does hurry by Summer is near ending Autumn drawing fast Memories created Hope that they will last... But the magic interlude That keeps the heat enclosed Seeps away in solitude As if it ne'er had posed This is a re-post ©Copyright Donna Golden July 20, 1999
Today is like a rainbow With it's many colors combine The way it dances across a cloud As if somehow, trying to rhyme There is the color blue That reminds me of the sky Because God is looking down With a sparkle in His eye The color green to me Is the color that is brand new Like a babe that's just been born Love, He brings to me and you Yellow is the color Of the sun all a glow Like our faith should be forever With our hearts to over flow So, you see there is a reason That God created light To warm our every wish complete We are perfect in God's sight
The sky is a collage of purple and red As the sun hits the horizon and goes to bed. Mixed in the middle are dark blue and gray, It is so impressive I have to say. The words are illusive as the moon does rise. When I need inspiration I look to the skies. I see this universe so much larger than I. The stars appear to mark the day gone by. I look up to see this star shining so bright. Bringing needed light to the dark night. It seems like a beacon shining for me. The twinkling of stars as far as the eye sees. I sit for a while so I can take it all in. It's so quiet I could hear the drop of a pin. Though I've seen this before it is never the same. The moon rises up to join in the game. The beauty of these moments set my mind free. The possibilities before me are as vast as the sea. It stretches from land to end at the sky My imagination soars I think I shall fly.
I played a lot in the field with the creek Where I knew there were fun things to seek Like the dead tree where the possum was found This day I went to just look around I strolled along, looking into the creek Saw something odd so I took a peak Little black things darting here and there So I sat down and gave them the stare A big bunch of tadpoles of some sort Was a new hatch as their tails weren't short As tad poles grow, they absorb their tails That's their food until their legs are unveiled One time at Uncle Mac's lake, what a find Bullfrog tadpoles are one of a kind They aren't totally black and they are big A grown frog, people hunt with a gig These tadpoles were in all stages of growth Some had only one leg; some had both The same was true for the front legs as well A great find, took them home in a pail My old aquarium was put to use Put in the water and turned them loose I built it so there was land at one end Into the water they could descend Watched them grow and develop into frogs Turned them all loose in the creek near a log If they survived, in their new location The small frogs would need a vacation
Carl brought the boat and then he took action Until all line was back but a fraction With the boat on shore and the fish upstream Carl said, "You've got him now, time to get mean!" I was in control and wore that fish out Got him into Carl's net and then let out a shout "I got that Bugger, just look at his size!" Carl said, "Punch your card "now", that would be wise" "I'll do that in a while, but not just yet" "I need a break and smoke a cigarette" By now, people were there, where we landed And one of them spoke to me, so candid "Give your punch card to me, I need to see" "Is it all legit as it seems to be?" It's the Game Warden, who wanted my card Got it out quickly and he punched it hard Gosh, I so was glad I took Carl's advise Without that license things would not be nice The fish was a native, sixteen and a half pounds That made the sports news around Puget Sound To be able to fish, I'd called in sick Boss saw my picture; knew it was a trick Called me to his office; what could I say? I'm sorry Boss, but I just had to stay!
The wind it blows throughout the trees The birds they sing so heavenly The lone wolf howls at night so clear A life alone it does not fear Sometimes it's nice to get away From all the things that cause such strife Or makes my life to go astray It's then I sit and contemplate I think of what my life would be If I could have some peace of mind It's then I have to get away So I can sit and softly pray It feels so great to read the Word It's then my heart is truly stirred For when I am alone with Him My mind and heart are renewed
about 25k of DNA that's all we got for expressions to say but more than a lot adenine and cytosine, long to interlace, guanine and thymine to make a living base all stewed in nucleotides helixed turns so linked is what makes life's ride to all organisms distinct finned salmon fishes grizzlies and finches appointed life's wishes for nature, it's a cinch too, flies and butterflies anaconda's and darter snails life's supplies in disguise diversity of crittered tales it's puzzling to piece just how life can do it with near-infinite increase of its proteined tool kit switched on proteins morph winged extremities to myriad of in-betweens and other of life's remedies go for it, life says make a smash, make a mistake live it to the hilt all ways alive, for life's sake © Goode Guy 2011-12-22 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DNA http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noncoding_DNA http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene
As cold dry wind blows all over, Skins get cracked like hole with no cover, Several white faces move sluggishly, Harmattan is here. Throats request for soothing water, Babies need warmth which is better, Flu and cough mingle constantly, Harmattan is here. Whistling wind that makes cherries blossom, With falling leaves which is now a custom, Sweaters and coats appear colorfully, Harmattan is here. Vaseline and menthol high in supply, Poor visibility ,pilots have to comply, Coffee ,tea and wine become friendly , Harmattan is here. Jeez! ,my throat and nostrils are dry, Night is cold ,dawn cozy ,I can,t cry, For this weather comes once yearly, Harmattan is surely here.
VOID In awed silence it's the end of today Unflawed blue void arching but holed Where the last dregs of day are drained away Through countless points in the cold Pale blue faster and faster drains Its life into dark blue, then to black Until finally nothing but black remains The remains of a day which cannot come back
The varmints I hunt either bark or squawk Mostly coyotes, badgers, owls and hawks I use Burnham Brother's predator call Works better if set-up up on something tall The best varmint hunts are all done at night With a predator call and big flash light Done right the call makes a hideous screech The varmints will come if the sound's in reach Call for a bit, then shine the light around If they're coming in their eye can be found This one night we were doing very well In came the coyotes, too many to tell I heard a sound, made me look up above An owl with claws out, was making a buzz We hit the deck, down as fast as we could A giant horned owl attacked where we stood The call mimics a wounded rabbit's scream That sound brings the varmints to the scene Instead of the varmints being the prey The owl turned things around the other way
We have reserves for animals, Sanctuaries for birds and trees, And as much as some people complain, there should be reserves for the bees. But why just set apart things we like? Why don't we simply exile All of the things that are foul in life, And all of the things we revile? Could we put woodcutters behind fences Instead of fencing off all the trees? Could we banish all the parasites Like mosquitos, tics, and fleas? In reality, the answer is no, Because in the end, all creatures like these Would leave the areas they've been placed And live wherever they please.
If I were to do What I have dreamed of most I'd pack up my gear And head for the coast To see an ocean Is my only request Where I could lay on the beach And be peaceful and rest Seeing the water Just by looking straight down Watching the fish move Without making a sound Music is heard From miles away But under the water I would rather stay I'd stay forever If it were my choice No one could hurt me Not even with their voice If my wishes were granted My final request Would be to dive in an ocean On a sea worthy quest
The rain forest mists Drift in their time Leaving moisture so pure On nature sublime In collective gather On the canopies of green As i walk through these mists All around me scene I stand there and listen To natures sounds Howlers and Toucans In communication abound My hands brush a leaf And there's a scurry of legs Like neighbourhood chaos In books i have read I close my eyes for a moment A brief in my time But when nightfall beckons This is their prime Through the rain forest mists I am privileged to see These wondrous creatures No pressure, so free http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php
Dark clear waters of Christmas Bay So peaceful it bring naught to say. A near perfect sky; sunny Texas day Reflects in dark waters of Christmas Bay. Flying Fish leap and Sea-Gulls cry, Where the Dolphins play and jump so high. My little boat with my fishing poles sway, And dance in dark waters of Christmas Bay. Here is where tides rise and fall, Where all my stress and cares grow small They seems to just simply melt away In dark waters of Christmas Bay. Wind blows Mosquitoes to keep from the bite As the Pelican flies and the Osprey cry As Black-Skimmers dives to skim a wave. Over dark waters of Christmas Bay. Here the Stingray and Flounder cool. And here the Sheephead and Red Fish school, And Blue Crabs have so little to say, Here in dark waters of Christmas Bay. Shadows of clouds turn the water gray, Where Gulf brine meets black gumbo clay. A stiff Gulf breeze gives salt grass a nod I find Christmas Bay to be a gift from God. I send Heaven a prayer; as I do each day, For few be the place to obtain such grace Which begs my heart for a reason to stay, As the clear dark waters of Christmas Bay.
The Heart Stays By Dane Smith-Johnsen Morning Glory cuddled high in the oak. Your bright lavender enlivened my heart, Fear and pain overwhelmed; a dreaded yoke. Then, God, outside my window, love starts. Verdant! Vine winds upon the gray-brown bark. High above the unexpected is found. Cascading like a bride's bouquet, please hark! Beauty was God's simple gift yet profound. Knowing, when all seems hopeless, even love. That Heavenly Father knows how to give. The simple things in life, gifts from above, Like today's Morning Glories, that there live. Tomorrow borne of sorrow, life may be. Today, the darkest hour fades away. Beyond the fear of death that one may see. God lends a hand uplifting; the heart stays. September 25, 2009
Hidden in a meadow with shimmering grass and waving daises, I lay back and enjoy the Mediterranean's gentle breeze; fair lover, with eyes bluer and wider than the soft Italian sky, come and lay on my warm chest and delightfully sigh! No place in all the Earth makes lovers whisper and dream... while the peach and cypress trees, lower than the Tower of Pisa, diffuse their aroma by fluttering their branches to delight my Lisa; trust these lips, silent lover, and discover how passion becomes real! The rolling hills gracefully spread their scented, emerald blankets... as far as the distant horizon that greets every sunset and dawn, inviting us to watch the making of another superb season; and we accept their invitation by offering them an elegant dance! Frantic robins and canaries, warble at these sun-tanned feet, April's sadness has no unkind reason to impose its somber mood; your harmonious notes can create that perfect, danceable rhythm, not to let that hopeful heart, awaiting its joy, feel the emptiness of gloom! Kissing scarlet lips that demand a lover's touch and affinity, have the softness of the reddest roses in all Tuscany; many would sell their souls to have such a moment of ecstasy... as the Mediterranean's gentle breeze can make them taste eternity! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Autumn weaves its tapestry Of colors bright and bold A symphony of nature A royal vision to behold On mountains high and valleys low Everywhere one looks The master artist paints a scene Unmatched in picture books Then as the tapestry unravels We reflect on seasons past Wondering why the beauty Of autumn can not last
Good Spring rain - so refreshing! Sent by God as a blessing Watch the plants grow and grow Springtime how I love you so!
I feel the air on my face Blowing softly like a hand The fall air, like a lover Tender and unplanned Sweet the gentle smell At just this time of year You feel like life is rich although you cry a tear Possibilities are endless When I venture out the door I always ask myself What do you worry for? Something about the air That makes me remember What it feels to hope again Tho I forget by December The fall is so incredible I am like a little child playing in the falling leaves all the while, yes, I smile Release the pent up pain Not feeling quite so small Yes, brisk air on my face Reminds me that it's fall!
Love is Golden: all ideas have and always will be all hallowed: the things we think of last for ever more. And again: forgot or left to be. Thus we come full circle: "As It Was Before"
As autumn bids the land farewell And winter's visit starts An air of pure enchantment Stirs something in our hearts The sleeping earth is covered in white As the snow falls gently down A sight to behold as the sun comes up The trees adorned in ermine gowns The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns On the hills children shriek with delight The odor of hickory hangs in the air Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright Yards are dotted with snowmen Each with a jolly bright face Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes With a shawl of silvery lace Footprints dot the landscape And in the wintry chill A majestic stag stands regally A king upon the hill Winter is a masterpiece Designed for all to see A living showcase arranged by God To be enjoyed by you and me
The winter comes now as I feel the departure Of warmer weather and leaves of green. Still, I look forward to the change in weather As it will give way to a snowy white scene. Upon the horizon, the sun announces day And I welcome it, in awe, as beauty and art. This signifies new life, a beginning for all, Like Spring, it offers us a new start. See, daily on this earth, one of God's gifts to us, Changes occur and always occur for the good. Let us welcome them and embrace them, whole heartedly And love them, as we know we really should. Let us be thankful for the natural beauty, The earth's wonders and changes are its treasures. Let us each look into the sky this evening and realize, as people, we are allowed these pleasures. Let us be thankful to the Lord, our God. If your god be different, still give thanks and praise. Let us be thankful for having each other And for the world's beauty of nights and days.
Sunlight enters through the distant dirty window As the afternoon calls eagerly from behind the glass Work knows I am bound, but yet I am dreaming Of the departure from this destitute cell, at last I wake each morning unto the moon's blanket Never walking through the day with its glaring sun Oh, to dream of leaving to see and feel the sunlight But, yet it descends and the moon again has won For winter days of work allow no time for the sunshine Only mornings filled with darkness and nighttime the same But, I dream of being out among the many in daylight Lauding the sun on my face, while screaming acclaim
Pouncing wind of the North, what's the unexplainable folly for enacting a surly deed? Stripping my stately pines of their verdant leaves, give back their esteem! Impetuous is your haste, immutable and imperative, impairing these sentinels that guard the feeble ones, but you immolate and leave! Pouncing wind of the North, what's your miscreant animosity? Diminish your implacable rage and wrath; this grove which abundantly grew, shouldn't grieve and not feel more dew; compassionate them and depart! Disclose your bitterness before Nature retaliates your fury, deduce your foolishness and prevent damage; submit to its wishes and change course, tomorrow underneath their shade they'll ravish! Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
This should be the happiest day for lovers, when they are drawn to each other and their voices fall to whispers with soft music playing... in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning. My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires, please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy; and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see... I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises. This should be the happiest day for lovers, for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved; and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers... is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace, and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion; while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation.... my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss. This should be the happiest days for lovers, slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts before they are spoken...without falling to silence; responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions, have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful... as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods. Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Upon a moonlit night of true surrender Two lovers bask, within the glow of love, so new Where nature offers well, a night of splendor As untamed hearts are captured and subdued Hands, eyes and mouths, they explore each other Their offering to themselves is love, divine As the fire, it burns on to never smother While tempest hearts make two souls intertwine
I awoke from my slumber After many weeks Entranced by unknown Slept in dormant sleep But on the morning i awoke Was not like the rest There was no sound of the ocean And its watery zest The deafness of the breakers And the waves lapping the shore Were non existant Not like the day before Intrigued by the silence The noise of it all As i viewed from my balcony The ocean in fall A scape never seen Befell my eyes Depths incomprehensible As deep as our skies A wreck i once dived Was visible to me All life was gone From its expanse so free I fall to my knees As i stare into the abyss My mind in disarray Wondering, did it ever exist http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-13.php
Sitting on the river bank while black water pools and slips away cleanses the spirit of all that was with a spit polish brass on the dullest day Invading the current with questioning with feet skinned in white and bones catching the answers in black water leaves while they linger, then sink to their home All of the motion, in rocking, in waves All of the sounds brim with life strip me to soul strings and play me like music an orchestra dark and deprived I'll never settle in silt and starvation I'll never sink like a stone Catch me a current out on the black river Carry me back home, alone.
Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, giving it a resemblance of an alpine village not nestled in pines, but with bigtooth aspens so tall; I should be at work today, not wallowing in rage. The backyard trees are weighed down by the icy snow, and they are about to break; using caution is to avoid a death-trap... even a red-breasted blackbird uses intuition. Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm; it once was so sunny with kids ridings on rolling skates, before this dreadful wheather stepped in to punish them all, taking charge and bringing, with its wrath, drastic changes. Plenty of snow to shovel, until late night with a will so reluctant; my head hurts and my nose runs and sneezing is frequent... I have a cold, and the remedy is tea with lemon and honey, do you have any suggestions how to end my misery? Winter is slamming my lovely town with an ice storm, repulsing spring's advances, and February is a reputed villain conspiring, not making concessions; impassive and imposing on a love-sick's kindness, worsening his stress.... to deny him empathy, embattling itself and not restoring calmness.
Pungent fresh pine scented breezes Slither between boughs of cedar Leaving frigid kisses to ride Fragrant laurel chilled by winter Slivers of January light Bounce off the rich damp forest floor Brittle stems of wild azalea Wait pregnant one trimester more Armies of crisp brown leaves parade Over crystallized chartreuse moss Where tendrils of life hold on fast So the highland suffers no loss Icicle slopes of emery Weeping frozen stalactite tears Remember the summer soul mates Still passionate despite their years Somewhere lost in cold reverie She waits for the lovers' return A mountain cloaked in loneliness Decomposes when left to yearn
What's the luck of flower? A poor little thing, Drooping down in fall, Getting picked in spring.
Just like the blanket pulled up over morning sliding down off of the sun A stretch of the air through the wings of the night remembers us when we were young Stiff from still sleeping the world starts to spin and we steady our feet to inspire More than one nod to the sky with our prayers directed and spiraling higher We are the mirrors to morning's reflection We still assure her she's ours We never let her get down and discouraged sleeping with moon dust and stars She is the soothing to insomnia She is the get up and go She holds our hands on the cloudiest days when winter odd winds start to grow Just like the matchstick lit up in the dark shadows in orange, softened and sweet we are in shadows 'till the blanket is pulled and the sunshine rolls over to waken from sleep Every new hour of life and of love starts with the crack of her smile Dawn of horizons, new morning hope to bathe in and relish a while...
My eyes opened at sunset to witness the dawn God opened the curtains to show me the day The nature provided, highlighted by the sun Told me to be grateful as I knelt down to pray I went to bed praying that if I should rise Let the sun on my brow, be the day's start For when I awakened, to my surprise T'is not on my brow, but was there in my heart God gave me a gift of scents and of scenes He allowed me the joy of greeting the new day So now I have learned what love really means So each morning I rise, I will kneel down and pray I will give thanks to the One who gave us the gifts I will give thanks that He allowed me more time I will give reverence to the power that forever lives As the power is yielded when He makes the day mine
When angels sing Love begets love In fluttering hearts Of soaring white doves Praying over predation Tarrying above indolent blues Serenity rains calm In the cumulus of heliocentric views Harrowed by hate Beseeched by a crimson dawn Hope sways on an olive branch Dangling over civilization's lawn
Alive I feel upon this golden morning As rays of hope beat down upon my brow I look to the day, smiling, knowing reward Relaxing in the comfort of the here and now A permanence of happiness overcomes grief As fears I contained seem to have flown For casting to the day all my negativity As they leave my presence, on the winds blown Alive, I say again, I am this golden morning New hopes present themselves in a most glorious way I shan't ever again have doubt of my tomorrows It always seems to work out with each brand new day
The storm of absolution broke the headache in relief with the lightning of redemption drowning earth in blanket grief The sky went dark at noon's abyss and cleared the land, tsunami kiss The flood of restitution blew the mind of all involved with just a touch of slowing the earth in her orbit, as she revolved.
The swallowtail butterfly defying all distance Hold its course against the sun And seek through space a migrant's chance Of flying to the land of its birth The hornbill turtle tunneling its watery way Swim against the tidal flow To find the distant shore of sand or bay That popped it from egg to air And I have seen between spring and winter The birds from the north homing Through the crimson evening ere the shutter Of night falls upon their way And I here, my eyes beyond the distant sea Like all creatures before me know There is a place of birth, a golden memory And when he calls then I shall go. Home is where the heart goes yearning For forgotten treasures now bright To home at evening my wings stealing Carry me safely through the night.
Wind takes the first leaf from a tree and it lets it fall. Leaves that lie out on ground and the tree cares not at all for the loss of two or three the branch sounds no alarm plentiful are the leaves their loss brings it no harm. When the winter's chill is gone the stems will bud again? Leafs will grow eternally trees never see their end. I have wondered woods of green through underbrush and leaves and littered every where it seems are trunks of old dead trees.
These are the latest, unpleasant news... that I bring you along with my winter's blues: the gusts of a mad month to make you shiver more, never thinking of opening another door! And should I call on the heavy snow, and make the furious wind whistle... when you'll step outside with words not too humble? What else can make you shrill like a soprano? I'll be unkind and mercilessly rude, regardless of how you plead; I been called brutal and wild: as a horse without a harness, to pillage and destroy with an attitude which is vicious, indeed! Nobody can win me over by persuasion or guile, I am easily angered to invoke the intense storms; and trying to appease me can intensify my vengeance inside... remember, gentleness s not one of my virtues, but wickedness is! Snuggle your teddy bear and stay warm, just hear the gusts of a mad month; I can't enter where I am not welcome... but sympathy I must extend to a frightened gal! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The rain soaked grass reflects autumn's power Sitting with the leaves of changing trees nestled, dense New fragrances arise from nature and nearby kitchens As apple pies and cider inspire my feet and every sense I feel within this ever changing world, the autumn air How the season, also with it, brings a warm embrace For the family and the season that is happily represented Brings that feeling of comfort that can never be replaced
When they cry You let out a lonely sigh When they sing You let your ears ring There tears filled with salt Are not only your fault But that of your generation Who did without hesitation When the shores disappear Beneath the waters a clear And we're all crowded into one place Just imagine the look on their face And when the ice caps melt Imagine the heat they will have felt And when the ozone layer finally breaks We'll be at the highest of stakes When there is no more room We will reach our doom Our final fate Death does not mistake You will die at fault With tears of salt Because you killed without hesitation You and your generation
The flowers bloom in light of day After being fed by nighttime skies The beauty's offered for mankind Behold with senses, nose and eyes The wafting fragrance on a breeze Set from the source, upon this earth Supports the feeling that all is good Celebrating each new day's rebirth
I tumbled down a desert road The wind dusting my flaccid face Asking the parched pavement Where I could find another race My body was worn by life Fading beneath an amber sky Holding onto a jagged horizon Whose god somehow led awry I drank from the rusty ruins Bleeding in humanity's place Searching for a fabled sign That vanished without a trace My eyes sank into the desert road Wiping the film from promises past Leaving the dust of this civilization For one that would somehow last
It is with awe, I look to the evening sky. Stars are bright in the infinite heavens, Illuminating, naturally, the valley below, Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence. ~~~~ Stars are bright in the infinite heavens Hanging lovely above my head this eve I look to the sky, feeling a presence Of warmth…of comfort… all to believe. ~~~~ Illuminating, naturally, the valley below Seeing out in the distance, a town fast asleep Shadows obscuring, soft lights set aglow This moment of serenity, is mine to keep. ~~~~ Leaving me in awe of nature, its presence I thank the dear Lord for this wonderful gift. Sharing the night, just gazing in wonder Is a reason for being, a reason to live.
She's rickety at best at ninety Tough blood nails her veins to her rocking chair on the front porch sniffing out impending rain Her house coat hides her skeleton but for her needle legs which somehow hold her frame from gravity like the trappings in a spider's web She remembers nights of ink and silence underneath her stars but now her front porch sags and rests at the stage of sound and cars Her little home, her little porch off Interstate 95 has kept it's old Virginia appeal to the travelers who zoom by She hasn't changed a thing, you know, She lights her stove with wood Her outhouse watches the steel construction where the century pine once grandly stood She spits tobacco on the road and hollers at the wind "Bring on the rain, you blasted thing my life's about to end!" She's left her home to Uncle Shuvrow Her personals to May She's sick of new construction and is sure she'll pass away But the ground beneath her has tough blood and won't let go right quick It doesn't want to lose it's soul Her Virginia voice, it's tick Her footsteps make the ground alive Her younger dancing days still fresh It doesn't see her tired eyes or feel her sunken bag of flesh The ground just knows this woman like the back of it's aging hand It knows she reigns with countenance in a now developed land The ground won't let the storm begin It threatens the sky to obey This old Virginia matriarch will live to curse another day...
Swimming in the turquoise water broad becomes my vision Diving in the rippled metal Clear is my decision From afar I seem as just a speck engulfed in liquid but I know I'm not alone and that becomes my secret Water gliding through my fingers, dancing on my brow Seaweed makes a stringy wreath, a strange but regal crown The surface skin has let me in enveloped all my weight Turquoise water in my veins floating out in space...
The garden is producing food as we go about our day. Without so much as a thank-you this garden goes away. While in full swing, we pick it's fruit and never look back. We haul it in as if it's loot that fills our empty sack. One day I'd like to thank-you for the goodness you provide. I hope I'll have the time to but time passes like the tide. No matter what you're thinking I appreciate your care Maybe you're just a garden, but I'm sure glad you're there!!
The wind blows hard And the trees are shaken In the fall they loose their leaves To bare the winter naked The trees shiver slightly As the ice forms on their branches The snow lays so lightly And glistens in the sun The trees have a strong foundation When all other forces of nature attack Like soldiers for our nation They will not back down from a fight Every spring they are green once more They have withstood the winter Their beauty is held in store Until warm months are there The trees thrive on the rain It brings them life in summer days It relieves them of their pain They survive another season The trees change there outfit They look like pumpkin pie, and pilgrims Though still they never sit They are always standing tall, until... The trees Are cut by humans They fall down to their knees The one force they cannot withstand The trees provide us shelter But how do we repay them? We stick them in a fire, and watch them swelter The trees are strong, but not strong enough The trees can't stop us They just don't know So this is why I'm making a fuss Save the trees... before they all go...
A sharpened blade Slicing a sordid song Dissecting angelic silence A sanguine paragon Mottled screams Dripping down a steel shaft Staining implacable fingers Gripped by a demonic draft A detached soul Twisted by humanity's bane Heaven has but one perversion And Hell is its domain
Fallen into pools of blue with salty water clipped and froth You want to breathe as the fishes do electric eels, eccentric shock Sifting through sand in transit feet turned to fins in black Shoreline eclipsed by a crested wave Nod to the sun, there's no turning back Paddle like pipeline awaits you Shoulders taut, sun bleached out hair Twisted in torso and strong in belief that the wave of all waves is out there Break into barreling cobalt Shake off the spray from your face The sea spits you out in the ride of your life You slide onto land with a smoldering grace Sleep with the movement of currents Dreams rich in bubbles and bliss Engulfed in the shadow of wishes and waves The sea silent now with the weight of your kiss...
Vulnerable eyes Immersed in crystal blue sky A reflection of purity That makes virgin snow sigh Cherry lips Swollen by love's endless kiss An indelible red Bled by heaven's undying gift Naked flesh Freed at nature's behest A garden of fertility Nurturing blooming breasts An angel Born of dawn's early light A soul of serenity Piercing the seduction of sight
A soft warm breeze The birds' happy song Playing in the park Winter was too long The budding leaves Flowers in bloom Seeing and believing A crescent hung moon The stars fill the sky Until clouds roll in A gentle April shower New life begins The sound of the crickets Singing in the night Spring time is here There's morning light Another dawn Crimson sky A walk in the dew Winter goodbye
Sunflower petals adorn the front lawn As the sun watches from the bluest sky I, with only thoughts of walking this day Was blessed to see beauty with wide open eyes ~~~~ I wandered the streets of my little town Hands in my pockets, whistling a tune Feeling the heat of the sun on my face Gave smiles a plenty, this warm day in June ~~~~ Meandering thoughts of many days ahead The summer's just begun, many days to go I whistled my tune as merrily I sauntered With a smile I greeted everyone I know ~~~~ Seems like everyone took this walk today For so many people are out and about Enjoying the calm and the warmth of the sun Two of today's gifts, I can't live without
Upon the apex of the highest mountains Upon the crests of the strongest seas Upon the wings of the flying eagles All my love, I send to thee Upon the wind, through changing valleys Upon the rivers, with quickened flow Upon the sands, there underfoot All my love, set there to grow
Indian Summer don't you need me? yes I need you too. Have you something new to feed me? I have food for you. Inspiration and dictation symbiotic share I let you leave with resignation winter's in the air I won't let you die unspoken whisper what you will leave your legacy a token 'ere we feel the chill trading for your inspiration tales you wish to tell in your breeze t he sussuration winter casts her spell write red words of true expression orange for last regrets brown for traces of regression do not leave us yet how we waded in the river how we made a fire Indian Summer taker,giver, you fulfilled desire now poems written of your beauty won't make us shed a tear we know that with joy and duty you'll be back next year.
Laughter about us While the children play The sunshine has faded The sky turned grey An innocent child Out in the rain Sounds of a distant Yet inbound train These are the things Of a neighborhood park With playground and benches Tables and basketball court A dog walks his owner Gentle rain subsides Still behind the clouds The sunshine hides No one is leaving Due to this spring shower Drops of water Collect on the flowers As day turns to night The rain comes to a stop A child tells his father "Daddy, you rock" Headed home from the park After a long day Loving the memories That our family made
I'll meet you in the backyard with chinaberries and tea with cut-offs on and marigolds and photographs to be We'll dig a trench and tunnel We'll run through sprinklers too We'll tangerine the afternoon until the sky is blue The world will whirl around us the summer bolting by We'll lay on woolen blankets and blow kisses at the sky We'll plant another fig tree and push around our thoughts 'till they all line up in obedience and produce the goods they've brought If you will speak a story then I will hum a song and maybe the birds on the back phone line will fly on down and sing along If we can muse the day light to bite a chunk off the moon then maybe the day will unravel away on this perfect afternoon...
Like the strongest tree, I have my roots From which all of me has grown They stand firmly planted within the ground From the seeds my parents have sewn. From the ground, I grew with pride Over all of my accomplishments I reached real high to touch the sky And ignored all discouragements. Now, in the spring and in the summer, too, I blossom and I thrive In the fall and winter months, though dormant I'm quiet, but alive. So, like the tree, providing so many things I say to those who stand so near I'll stand here proud and stay here strong Because my roots are always here.
Stars skim the Milky Way Perspire molten dew Engulf the soundless wonderment and blow it into view Down below the aquifer of clouds and palpitations we watch burnt skies ignite and fly beyond imaginations...
May summer's days of sun and warmth Be always by your side Upon you then, is summer's love From which you cannot hide Albeit then, such happy days Will guide you as you go For summer's thrills and sunshine love Will be all that you know
The mountainside etches a niche in the sky As birds sing their praises while flying so high The sun on the valley shows paths there to see While hiking today, just my buddy and me A rabbit, it scurries just a few feet ahead While morning glories awaken in their sunshined on beds The moon is still seen, but dimmed by the sun As my buddy and me just hike and have fun A wonderful start to be out here this sunny day While nature itself seems to awaken and play Buddy, he would bark, each time something ran by And I, I would smile, one as broad as the sky
Spring is in my steps. It's tucked behind my ear in orange blossoms. It shivers me in sun in morning breezes and stops to coil seeds in soil spun. It foils all the last attempts of winter to ice and freeze the sapling green decree while slipping songs to birds in rectifying the quiet of the winter's revelry. Spring is in my smile. It's braided in my breath of peppermint It has me waking irises from frozen ground in sleep and crushing air perfume into their scent It matches every moon to slip in silver It breathes the sun and warms the sullen ground It wakes to dance the prelude into summer to the luxury of living things abound...
I climbed upon a mountain top, hoping I could see the world and all its beauty, held captive just for me But, as I climbed to reach the top the clouds, they blocked my view. So, I just sat and waited there and saw images of you. And now the clouds, they blew away. The sky had turned to blue. The world and all its beauty couldn't hold a candle to you. I descended from the mountain top with that vision, I did steal. I learned, despite all beauty my love for you is real.
Quickly the rain had fallen from the blackened clouds As the children all scattered for the need to stay dry They all were safe and had gotten from harms way To the cars they had run, with never a question why On the baseball field here, lightning can strike quick We knew, at this point, we had to call off the game No one was sorry, as the first two innings were played But I stood there hoping and wondering just the same It then just stopped, as quickly as it had started Where in the distance, for me, there was a surprise Something I had never seen before, so strong and clear But a rainbow so bright had appeared before my eyes Others were saying there were two lapped in the sky Being colorblind I could never see the ones subdued But this night, as the sun was yet to descend I witnessed a bright miracle, as it came into view I couldn't tell you the colors, there, that I saw I could only say that it was a beautiful sight to see This, my friends, is truth as it happened just last night Now, I hope it will appear again one day just for me
An alarmist in white with those pale frosted eyes She's the edge of burnt autumn in the winter's disguise With her peacock cloak velvet and her wind-painted cheeks She emerges with lavish as the summertime weeps With a wink and a whisper she turns down the night She strips off the trees and locks them up tight A brush of her cloak blows the sunshine away while the seedlings gone latent grow solemn to pray She's a spectacle true with an ice covered crown With clear clinking ribs and a perpetual frown But the one foe she has is the turn of the earth A gradual waking a time of rebirth This lady must melt as the sun gains it's strength 'though she stretches her hands to the infinite lengths and attempts to hang on with an frost bitten hand She slips soft into liquid and seeps into the land This alarmist in white in the shadows does keep as the summer begins She falls fast into sleep...
Earthen figs, blooming soil with leaves stiff leather fanned and bright Green desire, invisible sky with white cloud shadows in the whites of my eyes Papaya pulp, caviar seeds like the swollen thoughts of summer trees Warm the skin, juice the chin like orange blood from sea urchin seas Breath of lungs, sun begins to saturate kidneys and mush the mind Braided fern, dragonfly dance to float the air with swirling shine Hazel eyes, chameleon turn into what strikes their fancy on whims of light Trap this moment, bottle the earth What a gift, what a feast for my appreciative eyes...
Majestically, they stand perched. Arrivals and departures, they see. Carefully guarding their home; The keepers of the quay. Their hover maneuvers astound All that happen to see. Maintaining their height and gracefulness; The keepers of the quay. On beaches they're searching for food. To people, annoying as can be. Seagulls just trying to live, The keepers of the quay
Dwindling summer, keeps hordes of twitchers away; Acropolis, fortress with a very charming height; Promise not to cry, I shall see you in the sky For a glass of ouzo, in beautiful moonlit night! Though, Sunday is fine for me to sneak around; Approaching your beauty, really, is not that easy free; For loyal gatekeepers are watching the town, I must take refuge, under the romantic olive tree! While savoring your fragrance, in solitude! I hear a man, singing in a falsetto; For my unwanted skin attracts multitude, That I decided to stay incognito! As I huddle beneath your famed and scented feet; Waiting for a chance, so I can kiss you goodbye; Birds warble, sending jealous gods to fall asleep Inspired by your beauty, in your arms, let me die!
Extended there to greet the horizon A jetty formed with rocks, in sea A place to retreat, to find true peace It feels as if it was meant for me Well, in fact, it is there for the many Climb and walk, feel sun and mist Stand upon the tip to witness Sun descends, the sea gets kissed The jetty, there, children fish from Lines are cast, hopes are set Smiles, broad, as reeled in catches Give meaning to the effort's sweat The many that traverse the formation Have stories then to tell and share Memories of days when all was perfect Memories of days without a care
The moon sparkles on ripples of the sea As I stand here watching, admiring luminescence In the distance a dolphin puts a show on for me Offering the true meaning of lunar essence The crescent ornament hanging in the sky Almost kisses the sea in the distance Yet remains close to touch, offering beauty not denied Giving this man new meaning of his own existence With great wonder, with peace, this view calls to me My feet are now wet by the high tide and surf Thankful, now, that I was brought here to see The most beautiful site on the face of the earth
I call upon the morning sunshine Please shine on me throughout the day I love to feel your warmth upon me So stay with me, though come what may Upon descent of brilliant sunshine The moon then rises for the night I pray you, too, stay upon me Until the dawn of new sunlight
Eye twitch to thunder Bed stretch to rain Pod of our house with tin roof as our skin Drip of papayas Moment of green Every last leaf with a slick and a sheen Compass of darkness Clouds kissing trees Cumulous whisper to us on our knees Noses to windows Peeping to see the music which pulled us from blankets of sleep.
Each day, a new beginning, the sun will start the day. The breeze that glides so surely by helps me along the way. To forever see you smiling Is like sunshine for to see The hint of laughter in your voice Is morning happiness to me. The thoughts of you these mornings, Lift my spirits to great heights They get me through my lonely days And make me eager for the nights.
We can learn so much from nature, the animals here at play. Live, love and have fun. Enjoy each and every day. But, never forget the others when in their time of need. Treat them as you would be treated, on your food, let them feed. Man, always like an animal, tends to stay with his own. So for those tired and sickly, let them reap what you have sewn. Help the poor and down trodden to get upon their feet. Give a smile to everyone, the people that you meet. Share a glass of wine or two. Keep family by your side. Your clan will grow like the lions there into a flourishing pride.
Willows bend with the mighty wind Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth Pay attention, nature is teaching us Lessons to give, since its very birth Strength is in the willow as it bends Not snapping like the Oak, so tall To be flexible is the message for us Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall Birds tend to fly south in the winter Showing instinct to stay safe and warm Learn from the feathered teachers Grow with changes, to escape harm Turtles have a shell to protect them They hide in it with no words to say Learn from them, how they are handled For they live to walk another day The lion, the mightiest of hunters Sits still and silently awaits its prey Take a lesson here from the attacker Wait your turn, it will come, your day So look upon nature, the face of the earth As it serves to teach us all what we need Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once With balance, then practice, you're sure to succeed
When dawn arrives, as the day's sun ascends The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright The passing of the moon, surreal event A beautiful scene; the sun offers light
I make you now a gesture With love for you, a token I give to you a single rose With whispered words now spoken I love you, darling, please now know As this rose then serves to say I wish to give the entire world As my love is on display Please take this to your bosom, Place it gently, keep it still For love I give is fragile darling But yet, it's iron willed On days when you don't see me As thoughts then come to mind The love I have for you my dear Is the rose, set to remind
Eternity sits on a lazy road waiting for time to arrive A basket of seasons spread out on the ground to be sorted and thrown to the sky Autumn is gasping at dry burning leaves trapped under frost every morn Eternity lowers the clouds down to touch and the moment of winter is born The sky lets the wind loose to rattle the eaves Grey aspirations and snow Sun is now stuffed in the comfortable pocket of time and it's infinite flow Eternity sits on a lazy road just whittling down time with a knife Carving out seasons whenever it pleases Ah, Eternity does have the life...
Silence and shooting stars Icycle wind Spins me in every way Beckons me in Night of the deepest blue Moon on my face Air of the mountains mingled with space Winter is on the wings Let's sip the silence I'm filled with shooting stars nature's compliance Pines on the evening watch Protectors elite You by my side makes this moment complete...
Luminescent 'scape of setting sun as ocean waves traverse the sea and upon the view, in flying grace, the hand of God, it comes for me. Upon the breeze, a soft caress, I am lifted to a height unknown. A smell of salt and sweet perfume assures me I am not alone. She gazes now with bewildered look, "Is all this soon to disappear?" I tremble on and in response I say just as she wishes to hear. "Be it not gone when we arise, my love for you forever grows. For this beauty of love is ours to own and like the ocean; forever flows." Now, the sun has set; the day complete. She and I lay in warm embrace. Our eyes now close with silent prayers to dream, yet see the other's face.
After dusk, with this gift of a dusting bowl of fireflies we're in tune, with bare feet on the minty sugared grass Flying wisps, dandelion light on tails and giggles too Humid breath in the air toward the moon an ocean view Sparkle wings, sleepy eyes breath of sweetened apple trees mark the night to be crisp after dusk pulls in the breeze With this gift, we elate with a glow upon our cheeks Fireflies, summer skies closing eyes in quiescent peace.
Sitting, patiently, waiting for the catch of a lifetime My line sits still in the calmness of the lake My mind, well, it's someplace other than here Perhaps on a beauty, of whom I'd partake. In any case, the time goes slowly by, draining Me of my energy and of all of my dreaming thoughts If I don't catch something real soon to bring home Then a trip to the store is in need, for fish to be bought. This time alone, well, it is so very rare, indeed, But a necessity, I'd say, just to sit and to dream. I'm thankful still, though nothing is biting today. It allows me the time to just let off some steam. Well, wouldn't you know it, a tug on the line, Maybe a big ole catfish, one to put up a fight. I can now leave here knowing, I got what I needed And I'll be eating real good sometime later tonight.
<<>> <<>> <<>> <<>> <<>> <<>> I look from my deck at the spring garden Violets wear the most beautiful gowns Fit for any girl en route to the first prom Daffodils below promise the gold storm... Crocuses said good bye two weeks ago I am ever thankful for their divine glow But often you have to say a good bye Though a beauty of a lily you can't deny. Tulips - those are forever vain and merry In suits of emerald, amber and boysenberry Their beauty always takes my breath away They will be with me through a perfect May... Trees dressing up, weary of winter's rage They are boastful of their newly found sage Trees have a soul, they exuberate freedom Nobody can attempt to rival their stardom. And so - the spring fills my soul with joy Divine spring - forever my Helen of Troy...
I look out on this desert brown In a cool of an evening breeze And thought no living creature found Could there sustain a life of ease. Parched and scorched, full of sand Dry as powder, chalk or dust Not fit for beast, fowl or man Not one thing there for to lust. Yet, immature blooms on gray sage Glisten in insipid paling light. It relished here for an age With its pungent scent and sight. Through sparking air an insect flew On buzzing wing around a bloom, A desert flower of beauty true In this cathedral of unsealed room. As departing sun began to sit Color filled clean desert air I wondered at God's own wit, That He gave such beauty there.
Upon the waking hours of each tomorrow The sun bequeaths its lovely rays to the earth Highlighting us in spirit, warmth and inspiration With new day's dreams and new chances for rebirth The grey and dampened clouds become defeated As the sun's rapier sharp rays force on through To reach the very earth, providing heated splendor And to brighten everything in life and all we do
I minted purity in flowers dancing daisies, wild wheat blowing thus in brittle wind which grandma said comes from out east I blacked knees with soil skin roots entangled, frying sun 'gainst the wilting of the winter toward a breath that's just begun I lit the candles on the back deck air gone sheer with heat delight smoking whispers of a sunburn held on cheeks well through the night I kissed the calling of desire mirrored eyes, impetuous mouth and beat my heart to the pulse of summer bare feet finally at home in the south.
The bird, there painted with colors bright Represents the beauty of each new day Reminding of the many joyful colors of life As Spring now brings life's garden way We work; we labor strong in the many fields Our efforts needed to join in the season As seeds are planted, nourishing life then yields Our caring and watching remains forever pleasing
Ooh, I can hear the wind blow on this cold winter morning Rising with the sunrise really is not what I wish to do Stay beneath the blanket while the wind howls outside the window, Snuggling close together, staying warm. Is that for you? I feel so safe and warm, under here, this very moment. Sensing your arm around me, though I know you're not awake. Loving every minute of this quiet time, I have now. Wishing not to rise, this feeling, not to take. But quickly I remember that last night was Friday evening, Therefore this morning's rise is mine to decide. I will stay right here, snuggled tightly to your bosom, 'Cause, baby, I can't leave then if it's cold like this outside. Snuggling up closer, yeah, right there, that's where it's at. Feeling every worry and fear, in my body, start to go, Provides a smile to my face and a fire to my furnace, There's heat under this blanket, while outside there is snow.
Laid sleeping in the garden Unclothed, so bare I be Slowly I recalled last night As the sun awakened me The morning grass wet my skin As birds sang to the day I turned to see you, lover, there With beauty on display For you, too, laid there naked A beauty, in repose Fitting well into the garden here No need to find our clothes I leaned to taste your softness As the grass let off a mist I smelled the perfume of your skin As I leaned in for a kiss Your eyes, they then had opened A smile fell on your face Your arms came forth to grab me My heart increased its pace With arms you pulled me closer Our bodies again as one We made love in the garden In view of morning's sun
In pleasant dreams I lay in wonder Silently visualizing the world's display. Appreciating beauty, granted, abounding Leaves me with smiles, upon waking day. Landscapes, the scenes, the flora and fauna Incites the senses I have deep within. Nature, like artwork, the world is the canvas Is an inviting temptation. I'm ready to sin. Sin? Yes I will, the beauty invites me. For if truly a sin, than a sinner I be. Tempting; the colors, the softness, the wonder Enter my nights. The dreams beckon me. The dreams of the night are my dreams of the day, Always enticing and are infinite, as well. Share these dreams? I guess that I'll have to, But only with you if you promise not to tell.
As my face was caressed by the gentle morning breeze The warmth of the sun kissed my very brow The scent of flowers, fragrance brought me to my knees As a smile upon my face greeted the here and now That moment was greater than any other ever wished It was splendor, a true gift of the morning's world It was as if I awakened as the morning gave me a kiss Letting me know of the sunny day to unfurl
Sun peeks through green filled trees Blue birds chirping their happy tune Morning glory scent, captured on a breeze Days like this, show beauty, true One with nature, breathing springtime air Enjoying God's creations, amazing view Bowed in reverence, with a heartfelt prayer To take it all in, while standing with you I see the nature, the gifts from above The beauty of the earth, offered each day I feel the presence and can feel the love We're one with nature, forever to stay
The evening sky covers the field like a blanket As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see The beauty of the land's new reflective splendor Opens to the eyes of those who wish view happily As the moon appears as a nightlight for all to see My eyes squint to retrieve the beauty falling before I smile as my heart sighs with the image bestowed At this time of the evening, the earth now adorned The beauty of the land's new reflective splendor Is a daily reminder of the many gifts on the earth I remain thankful for my time and my witnessing These many gifts granted as a right, from my birth
The sun rises majestically this clear morning Shadows bring life to the surface, the ground The morning sounds echo hope, a new day A sense of beauty and of love certainly abound. Shadows bring life to the surface, the ground The little squirrel scurries. The dog barks a tune. The morning dew; wet and glistening droplets, Has fallen upon the earth, from as far as the moon. The morning sounds echo hope, a new day You can almost hear the alarm clock of the sun Greeting early risers and all who wish to partake As the day is as much mine as for everyone. A sense of beauty and of love certainly abound On this fine day as I stare with complete awe. I am reminded of hope, of grace and, yes, of beauty I am reminded, the earth was created without flaw.
Washed away with the tears; the feelings of a man. Oh, he tries, and not in vain. He does the best he can. For, he has lived a thousand years deep within our souls. For, he will live a thousand more. He is you. He is all. Why can't you see the way we are? For, we are but one and the same. And remains; a difference of no value, the difference of our name. As you shall see, it should be clear, there is no black, nor white. You must first, know yourselves to finally see the light. I wrote this when I was 16, 28 years agao and it still applies today. Isn't that a shame?