MORNING CALL
Ok so I'm not normal, but I do so love the mornings when everything starts to come alive.
rocky mountains
standing on top makes me feel real high looking down from the sky were lack of life seems to be were the air is thin and hard to breathe places like these seem alien to me a place so strange to me not a animal in sight nor a bird in f
Coyote Moon
ran across a coyote last night in the forest....he was just a silver shadow on the path..he circled around and followed me for a bit...so I stopped and waited,tell he came back out in the light..we had a little moment,then he went his way and I went mine...
I am here
I am like the open sea flowing and free I am like the open air free without a care I am like the open ground strong and all around I am like the open fire hot and full of desire I am nature strong and true always here for you
The Perfect Man
He will be tall or small. A good heart. A man complex backed with a good nature. Fun but serious Talented but silly when required. Compassion with desire He may be the perfect man But for my part I will do all I can
Seasons Of Change (epic)
The earth slips into a deep sleep all beneath its surface now dormant sleepy animals curled up in their dens soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation all now slowed down awaiting the snows trees now denude of their canopy of leaves Jack Fro
Blessings of Creation
If You Made The World And All Its Beauty Men Women And Children Wild Life it Would Certainly Not Be for Men To Ruin it feel Free To Right Your Comments, Joel
Fire and Ice
Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
I am Invisible
Just something i was feeling at the time.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>WHAT>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Yes the world turn and turns when you are away....
no title
flight of a hundred swifts over fields of Summer lifts leaving songs as parting gifts departing arrows in darting shifts
a three lined poem
This talks about .... Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead. Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
A Sunday to Remember
We have snakes where I came from but have not seen or been anywhere near a snake outside a zoo...I'm scared of them! But I was even more scared when I described to my husband what I saw. It looks like I stood an inch away from a Death Adder...He said I'm a very lucky girl...I have since reminded myself that I am no longer in NZ where I use to roam around the forest on my own without fear (no snakes in NZ - except the occassional two legged species that comes out after swigging far to many bottles in one day ;-D NB: I just want to take your attention to that line: "take that photo...... silly b*t*h". I didn't really say that.... First I try not to swear... I'm not perfect though... But it's not part of my repertoire ... Second I would not start calling myself silly coz I don't want everyone else following... It just sounded better that way.... Thanks guys...just couldn't let you start thinking I'm a swearing cursing old trout ;-)
Man Forgotten
Trees marching side by side An army bent on saving Undergrowth it creeps along And takes up space between them Flowers peek from here and there And vines creep ever upwards Soon new homes are made By animals that therein inhabit Forgotten is
meadow lake
Lake in the meadow wide and blue surrounded by forest hidden from view holds such beauty holds such calmness soft waters lap the shore i lo
Snarl of the Tiger!
Tis the law of the jungle, Eat ye or be eaten!
My Gran Canaria
After 10 years when I first visited and fell in love with the island I now have the chance to go there and live. I went there recently for a week's recce to check things out and to make sure my vision wasn't a dream gone wrong, only to find I loved it all the more. I leave the UK on July 1st to realise my dream, finally. This poem was written while I was there.
THE SEED
SEED SO SMALL YOU ENTER THE EARTH WHO COULD IMAGINE THE STORY OF YOUR BIRTH CAST AWAY BY THE SOWER FALLING WHEREVER GOOD RISE YOU UP BAD SOIL TO FAIL AND WHEN YOU FALL INTO THE EARTH DARKNESS WOULD CRUSH THINKING TO WIN BUT THE OPP
Awakening
The darkness cleared into the new day. The world smelled fresh.....clean. Cool air whispered hello to warm skin. Awakening the spirit to life.
Hawks (Haibun)
Wandering along the winding trail I watch as hawks play ducking and diving, swooping and tumbling and climbing up again, making a magnificent display backed by their shrill cries to each other Riding the thermals climbing up in unison wild s
Snow
I am often marveled by the patterns left in the snow by the wind blown oak leaves.
To be Free
The day we leave home is the fallen acorn from it's tree the branches it gets caught the quary of rocks are the roadblocks we face in life trying to have a clean, free path to our end.
Tatooe
I love butterflies so much I wrote a poem about one a long time ago, Now I have not just one but two on my lower back, Yes butterflies wild and free , they reflect back at me In the mirror for me to see They were w
On the open seas there beneath always there
Demon of the world Havoc you cause Life expelled You float You lurk Your the intruder Man's greed Thier creation Alway seen discarded In open seas Under the waves not to be seen Your still there lurking man's greed Never ending alw
A Poet's Ponderings
It was a lovely day when I wrote this. I had just read an article about weather modification and was wondering how in the world man could convince himself that he is better than God to decide he can play with the weather. It has destroyed a lot of the earth with man's playing around with things. If only he could leave it alone and let God control the earth.
Water
I saw this actually happen in a documentary shown on TV I ask you all what right have we to do such things? Man has inhabited the earth but a short time. Animals have been here since the dawn of time Kill them off with our stupid senseless way and we kill ourselves. For as much as they can live without us, we can not live without them
Rainbow
Rainbow peeking out bands of colour refracting in vibrant beauty
Global Nonsense
Global warming is more than keeping warm.....
Temporary
While having a cup of coffee on beautiful morning.And looking around at this beautiful nature and flowers.
INSIDE A REFLECTION
A messanger
Telling the Story
drought is one of the biggest killers in Africa certainly the biggest non man made can you imagine temps of 140% in the shade? how dry that makes the air and land? the scrub plants and grasses of the savannah will sometimes self combust they became so dry
Her Breath
I live in a wildfire area, the high desert of So Cal. This was written for the recent Sheep fire that raced through my area in early October.
My Garden.
I promised not to forsake this site, I have found a window of opportunity, before I journey to England and New Zealand within the next few days, look forward to being a little more pro-active next April/May.
Gifts.......
Mother Nature has been so kind to offer such beauty that many others are quite blind Majestic mountains and flowing rivers rolling oceans, shimmering seas I am truly one of the the lucky ones for I can really see The beauty of the sunrise
poets feel free to continue my word (challenge)
The call of nature The call of nature Birds singing in the trees
Tha Path of life
It about looking at life and seeing the beauty
This Mining Town
Revised version of a poem I wrote last year; much longer than what is allowed in here... Sometimes Life has plans different from the ones we have...
rain drops
i love the sun i hate the cold i especially hate the rain the wet water on my face on my lovely coat and shoes cold and damp i feel the rain falling from the sky maybe shower or large drops of rain sometimes ice mixed in the rain when i was
All Ears
"Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme.
ISLANDS' CRY (All rights reserved.c.)
this poem is purely from my imagination
INFERNAL COMBUSTION
Four seasons in one day, a song no longer, but a prediction Four seasons in one day, will because of our hydro-carbon addiction.