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RAINBOW OF COLORS
"I JUST THOUGHT A RAINBOW IS SO MUCH IN COMMON WITH THINGS ABOVE AND AROUND US, AND COLORS DO HAVE A WAY IN TELLING PEOPLE'S ATTITUDE AND MOODS"
Being of Twilight
Intimate shades of blue an grey As day's end draws a blanket of cloud Tinges of burnt orange through the fray For somewhere a sunrise proud Tall spindly ribbed pines profile the view Amongst a stand of veiny palm Sending shades of green into
Wolves
Late in June in the pale of the moon you’ll Hear the sound of a howling platoon. They Travel in packs without leaving tracks Questing for food, companions or snacks. You’ll know there around by their blood Curdling sound. Enough to Scar
a birdy watching me
Sitting on my settee I spied a birdy starring at me On my window ledge it was siitting Looking through my window at me With its coat of black and white feathers It went for a walky on my window ledge Along the ledge it did march Sta
NATURE'S BAIT.
we have a few of the bays on the west coast of NZ......lethal but inviting to the visitor....
Glitter Stars
Stargazing
RETIREMENT
Life end of the road.
Untitled
This is about the moment, 20+ years after last being in the sea, when I followed the sudden urge, in spite of wearing a long floaty skirt, to run into the waves up to my waist. What I thought was a bobbing log, about 20 ft away, turned out to be a seal, silently watching me. We just gazed at each other for what seemed like an age, but was really only seconds. I love these creatures, and the legends surrounding them. Perhaps the "I" of the poem is a seal woman who came ashore to shed her skin and dance, as in the folk tales, but for whom it is not yet time to return to her watery home. Or perhaps she is a mermaid who earned her legs (the sequins on the skirt recalling her scales). Or perhaps there simply Are moments when humans and animals connect deeply. I don't have a title yet, but I dedicate it to my wonderful friend, who was like a father to me, and who was with me that day, about eight years ago, on Tentsmuir beach. He died two years ago, and I think he knew better than I that it was not my time to follow.
Tabernas Desert
Dry and parched is this land just dreaming of the rain The dust swirls and spirals up and no birds sing. The hot wind with gentle hand lifts the desert sand Stirs the dust and tosses it around and around again Dry and thirsty is this land wh
To have wings like a bird
UP UP INTO THE SKY THE BIRDS DO FLY FLYING OVER VALLEYS AND TREES ABOVE THE UNDERLYING FIELDS THEY FLY FLAPPING THEIR WINGS OH THEY CAN FLY SOURING HIGH INTO THE SKY HIGH. HIGHER THEY DO FLY TRYING TO REACH THE SUN IN THE SKY TOO HIGH
PANDEMIC
MORE CRAZY THOUGHTS I VOICE HERE.
trucks, waitresses and dockyards
the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up all the stories in her mind
The one creator, all greats (don't miss to read)
it is poetry of SHAH ABDUL LATIF BHITAI,he is great poet of world.Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai (also referred to by the honorifics: Lakhino Latif, Latif Ghot, Bhittai, and Bhitt Jo Shah) (1689 – 1752) (Sindhi: ??? ????????? ?????, Urdu: ??? ????????? ???????) is famous Sindhi Sufi scholar, mystic, saint, and poet. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest poets of the Sindhi language. His collected poems were assembled in the compilation Shah Jo Risalo, which exists in numerous versions and has been translated to English, Urdu, and other languages. His work has been compared frequently to great Persian poet Rumi. Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Professor of Islamic studies at George Washington University, described Shah Latif as a "direct emanation of Rumi's spirituality in South Asia.
Gathering Clouds in Moonlight (haiku)
Grey mountain of sky Eating valiant silver ships Wild drunk on moon blood
A colorful mind
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia Maybe 1 in 23 perceives the world this way...are you one? I am unable to post poem view as written. Email if you'd like the original and I will send it to you.
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
heaven in water
Clouds in the water blue the reflection come see the heavens here on earth clouds are bathing sky is just swimming touching earth
Oh my little cabin on the hill
It just a made up song because Id love to live in a cabin in the hills
The Sea and The Girl
Come my sweet lovely girl The sea is high and has no turn, to the warm sand it will be burnt, and you see my little girl, endless heart will also get wound. Wise master sea please tell me, Why he let the scars open widely, Can't you wipe aw
Leopard
Motionless the big cat waits deep in the scrub shadows sun starting to set, night draws in fading light makes her invisible Only the odd flick of an ear that gives her position away suddenly she tenses and coils a spurt of speed and its done
On a September Day as I sit
I just feel a little sad when summer end so I put my thoughts on to paper.
crocs lunch
On the boat we travel the nile Floating hiding crocs living in the nile Sunbathing on the beaches There thickend skin catching the rays of the sun Warming there bodies like a oven glove Nesting on the beach covering their eggs from the blazi
circleof life
it just show that evry thing happens for a reason
The Possum Motel Part 1 Check in Time
In early morning Of November past, An urge of hunger disturbed My movie watching. Pulling myself from computer, I headed for my kitchen, for Peanut butter on cheap white bread. Beneath my bathroom door there seeped A light, in negligence,
The Witch in the Woods
In my long skirt down to my ankles, I step inside the woods in my bare Feet. I do this because I can feel mother earths Energy. Her strength. Her will to survive. Twigs and leaves crackle under my Bare feet. I love it. In the middle
ray of light
Lone some days and lonely nights.
burning tree
The sun was so hot the wind was like fire. I couldn't sleep you awakened my desires. Went thru my mind unlocking a mystery why am I burnt and tired will I rise or will I turn to ash without love and fruits of the tree of life will I remain in
I am an island.
I am an island full of contrasts from steep menacing cliffs to gentle green hills. I am the island´s one volcano at times ready to erupt with raging avenging fury when provoked. A am also the sheltered harbour with welcoming arms outstreched
Lovers
Morning comes When the sun disengages From the embrace of her lover The night
Tread carefully (Your storm)
My attention span Is like a band It circles like a tram Tread Carefully My mind is self-centred And cannot be entered I am not humbled Just troubled By the would around me Cause I have not found me To deal wit
Maestro's Masterpiece
Sitting by the Lake in Nepal, motionless witnessing the setting Sun ...
view
my simple idea
One arvo ........
Been finding hard to express myself lately ....... l have been trying just to write freely as I see it
Flying in the wind>>>>>>>>
It is okay just a bit of wind.....
Of Deserts, Oceans and Tundras
In the vast deserts life struggles clinging on by their toe nails short scrubby plants poke out a hot haven for scorpions See the marks in the red sand of where a snake slithered by side winding its way over the baking hot sands of dunes
Sky
Observation while driving to work today
Descending Night
As she crouches atop a rock the sea water laps at her feet. She hugs her body, but shivers still against the cold coming night air. The thin gauze like dress does little to give cover for the black gash shows against her soft brown skin. The
Moonstone and Malachite
Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and green In the moonlight - Semi-precious, Gifts from the earth Eggs of Gaea, waiting For their birth Eggs of Gaea, hatching Eons, timeless worth. Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and gree
PROGRESS FROM NATURE
living in a productive market garden area where so many have sold their land to become housing estates....makes you wonder how it will end, though we know that family homes are important...
Read letter ''A'' (Alif) means first means God''
it is poetry of ''SHAH ABDUL LATIF BHATAI'' HE is world's greatest poet.his shrine is in SINDH land. he is known as BHATAI,Because ''bhit'' in world oldest civilization language world which means sand...thousands years ago he was lived pile of sand whole life.
Eternity
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