Atear for Haughmand Hill
I wrote this poem because my friend The Wizzard of Shropshire, England wrote me of the destruction of such a place so regal simply for the use of it's stone I wondered how the Hill felt about the invasion of "The Earth Rippers." haughmand hill in England, near or in Shropshire was utilized for her stoen to build abbies and gravestones It tells of her revenge and sorrow leading to her payback
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I beg of thee To hear my words, To listen with Thine heart, So thou might heal The torture of my soul. I walk a path That is shared by none, A path of mine alone, A path that leadith to The torturing of my soul. I beg of thee, Shar
Reapers
A chord of wings, and the barn owl glides before the eyes of stars. Behind the hills the sun dips its amber face, sizzles into the Atlantic. From his den the fox pads, longing to sink his fangs into a hen's plump neck. Men carryin
Sleepless night.
awwwwww......Is this OK?
SummerTime
My snippets of summer
Deserts
Vast dust bowls surrounding the land barren bearly suporting an life Stark and so bleak, just sand sand as far as you can see Wicked winds churning up the forever changing canvass reforming the dune hills maps little use to you here Watch
ice hotel
The snow falls Coldness lingers the ice freezes Solid foundations Opoun which to build They form the walls ,the front door and sides Big blocks of cold ice Now they form the roof Lay snow on top Up goes the frontage the sign open is t
The Scottish Wild Cat
Around fifty percent larger than domestics fossiled bones have been found of over four feet long http://www.scottishwildcats.co.uk/wildcat.html "They'll fight to the death for their freedom; they epitomise what it takes to be truly free I think." Biology and Reproduction Mating season: January to March, most births in April to May Oestrus: 2 to 8 days, in presence of males Gestation: 63 to 68 days Litter size: Mean 3.4, range 1 to 8 Age at independence: 4 to 5 months, up to 10 months Age at s*xual maturity: Females 10 to 12 months, males 9 to 10 months Interbirth interval: one year, females can only exceptionally breed twice in one year, such as when the first litter is lost Mortality: Studies suggest human caused mortality (snares, roads, gunshot) account for up to 92% of deaths Longevity: Probably around 6 to 8 years in the wild, up to 15 years in captivity I have barely scratched the surface of this fascinating cat so if you want to know more please use the link I assure you that you will be amazed
These Woods
Beneath the stately Tove doeth live The Snaghagtooth most fierce Should you venture within these woods Your safety be not assured All around there’s creatures fierce On land or in the air Some in treetops most deadly live Skylourking to the
African Spring
This is my memory of what Spring is like back home. Enjoy. xx
Wild Fire
No warning given, it began. A small and feeble spark. Tinder ignited and wind did fan. A glowing ember in the dark. The fields had grown both high and dry The winds now shifted east. And flames leaped up into the sky And so was born the beas
Clouds
It's a description about clouds
THE FOREST
THE GRACEFULLNESS OF THE FOREST
wolf
my mind is like the sand on a beach can you pick up one grain of sand if you can please tell me how many grains of sand make up that beach now count all the beaches in the world, that's how my poetic mind creates a tale of a path if you dare follow by the tick of the clock
Tum tum tum
Tum tum tum come to learn hot is shine we stay in pine give me a coin count the nine I back in time
sea of keels
heaven knows and heaven tries unpick the wrongs you've done unpick the lies cos you don't know how it feels trudging through a day in a sea of Atlantic keels if I had an aeroplane if I had things Id fly to the Arctic just to cool
The Last Leaf
One by one the leaves will fall until all is gone.
The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I fir
Earth sun and Moon
The three heavenly bodies
"LIVE"
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the flowers Enjoy each day you've got You never know when the day may come When you find that you have not Live each day to it's fullest Live each day like it's your last So you'll have no regrets When the time comes for
The lesson of the birds
In the window of the room there are flowerpot, there I see birds landing and singing happily, seeking dry leaves to do their nests. They jump from flower on flower as a fun dance. They fly as smoothly as if it was the own wind. No fear, nothi
The Seas shanty...
The smoky breath of Poseidon, Billowing over wintered wings. Gracefully touched by ice maidens, Silent thoughts magically sing. The mother's crystalline wine, Flows over verdant isles. Glimmering like an ancient shrine, A mirror expanding en
Morning Suitor
This poem was inspired my a photograph a friend took.
Clouds
Those wondrous formations, a panorama filled with heavy air as light as a feather, motionless seemingly, though with an observant eye a conceptive view, they project fragments of a past tell many a tale that once was, consistent, now vapour
stars
Darkness envelopes The world Hidden in the deathps of the night air The twinkling stars surround Gliter like diamonds Some red some violet some blue Twinkling there rays to me and you From far and wide we look to the sky Motionless they
Ocean
this poem telling about the strength and beauty of the ocean. i love beach very much..
prompted by a Kid
just a wink and a smile
The End of August
The gray overcast day hides the summer sun, The humidity is high but you can still have fun, The days are getting shorter with the sun's light And darkness prevails as longer are the nights, The robins started migrating, they are early this fal
~~~HAWK~~~~
I sit in the grass my back against the tree I hear a hawk's lonely "CREEEEEEE" My eyes focus to find him soaring in the sky I have often wondered How do they get up so high How would it feel if it was me Absolutely wonderful to be t
Mimosa Pudica (Yankee's Challenge)
I know I'm a few days late, but here's my go at Yankee's challenge. The mimosa pudica or touch-me-not is a very interesting plant which as a precaution rapidly closes up its leaves when touched only to re-open them a few minutes later. It's rather unique and has given rise to a long list of common names including 'sensitive plant', 'shameful plant' and 'humble plant'. If you want to read more and watch a video of the leaves folding, check: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mimosa_pudica
snow
Cold ice snow drifts Cars coverd in snow People trapped know where to go Trapped in drifts of snow cars abandand Services down gales of snow drifts Its spring time One would never know Lambing season sheep being born Some dying wit
Rainbow
Rainbow peeking out bands of colour refracting in vibrant beauty
night sleeps
The night has gone to sleep,and the day has awaken.Time to look at the bright blue sky,the waters that gleams in the light of the shinning sun.The birds that chirp with pride.The trees of flickering shades of green and the flowers in colorfull bloom.
MEMORIES
Just sitting here thinking back over the years
Heat Wave
we have had temperatures above 98 degrees f for the past 4 days.. today it is close to 110 and humidity.. Did I mention it is really hot?
Blossom
Green leaf branches stretching The sun's glinting eye Awake the sleeping Barren branch Now blossoms in the sun Bud's open to the glow The rays of sun Life blossem to make The leaf grow Rise up into the sun Glistens from the heat A
sunset
The sunset is a beautyful thing. It adorns the closing of the day and causes the heart to sing! The day brings thoughts of years gone by, but the sunset brings rest and peace eternally on high! The golden amber hues wash away the lingering tears caus
winter blues
September here cold Nights wind and rain Blowery gales Stormey Weather Wind chills late nights Darkness reigns Street lamps twinkle Blackend skies star s hidden By darkness vale Cold chills Jack frost approaches Winter appoches
Burr
A single snowflake drifts to the ground As a Robin sings her melody She wraps her feathered arms around Her fledglings nesting in a tree A rabbit sees the tiny flake As she forages with her brood Soon it will be time to hibernate And no tim
RIDDLE ~ poet unknown
hmmm...
Circadian Pox
A bit of a play on words about the rhythm of life and trying to make sense of it all.
fare thee well
farewell lady night with the stars twinkleing delight the towns asleep with dreams so deep of what tomorrow may bring. good marrow lord dawn lady night says shes been thinking of you all along.