Enjoy The Snow
It falls and falls from a seamless tapestry of cloud and covers all that is familiar lying below; a tree, a road, a walkway. It makes us blind like love. It is beautiful because it hides not light but changes what we see and makes us miss
The Wind
As trees whisper an rustle their leaves White caps are forming on washing seas Eagles are soaring to unseen heights Shallows are surfed on billowed kites Snow capped mountains are made bleak Ripples are created when you are weak Spinefex roll
Thoughts Of My Garden
I'd spent most of today in the garden .. so just decided to put my thoughts down in verse. :-)
"Frozen Haiku"
Nights grow colder Autumn in Brazil Wordless beholder...
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
"Windy Haiku"
Coconut tree Stormy weather Nothing to see...
Yesterday...Today....Tomorrow...
Yesterday we don't understand why it happened The many things in life too hard to explain Joy laughter failures misgivings That in our memory still remains There are times we can't control the systems of our lives Which leads us to experience
BLESSED (IT IS NOT EASY SO )
BLESSED
Life and Dreams
While thinking on "nothing", I was inspired to write this.
Top of the World
Snow covered peaks Peering through clouds Himalayan Spirit
Huon Pine
On top of Hill Huon Pine Overlooks the world
Frustration
Trying to make someone like you happy. :)
Ode to a Tree
A lone tree stands in a field, broken and bruised Recalling the many times in its life that it’s been used A fractured limb revealing the marks of a child’s rope swing Its roots recalling the soothing moisture of a babbling spring Another memory
colors of the wind
you may think I am nothing but a ignorant savage, that is not true, you've been so many places but I don't believe the savage one is me. how can there be so much you donant know about me but are still willing to judge me?, how can ther be so much tha
Caught in the rain
Random
Life
Life as meny people know can be a b*tch, But life as I see it is like a river, As it starts it is fast and urging to go forward But as it flowrs old, more mature or experianced It slows and widens. Life like rivers must come to an end Some d
Storm
Storm By Steven Boyd Weaver Her doom written, soon to meet... The sands are pulled, from beneath her feet... Her arms uplifted, high and strong... Dance in the wind, as to a song... If you listen, you will hear... The song played through her finge
Lone Star
Be your own star
A Fast Moving Rain Storm
Storms of nature and life always a part of our world.
jack frost
The cold black chilling air jack frost about leafs and branches blown in the air all scatterd about freezing tempertures ice crystals forming from the coldness of the air below 0 degrees the cold of the day many a hand and toes frost bit
"Peria Bathing"
A bath in the bush
renungan
Masih di jalan yang sama,hati yang sama tapi kekuatan hampir di pertanyakan.
Our Defence
If we could walk in the sky Does it mean we can fly? In the clouds, we keep our head Does it mean we are dead? Our feet on the ground Would this mean we are sound? The games played at our expense This how we make defence
snow
its snowing agian.
Beauty Is Here
I think that i will never see a poem as lovely as a tree. Since i moved to Park Forest town the trees like in a forest are all around. I see all kinds of beauty in all the trees. When you look up in the sky the leaves with color are eve
A WINTERS RIDE
Iam posting my poetry that Iv wrote over the years. I hope you enjoy it
Beauty of creation
Yes Im an atheist and dont believe in a god as such but I have to admit there has got to be something out there to create such beauty in the world. I was admiring a moth today and just to see its pattern and intricate flight structure made me marvel at such beauty
Shadow
shadows i saw
flood damage
a families house is swamped by flood
Framed
nature
A Ballard of Pain (The Murray River Australia)
What will happen to our lovely river if we don't start looking after her?
Re- Birth
My attempt at a Haiku, comments would be most welcome
A drive....
Remembering the peaceful and pleasant moments. In a drive to take real slow, passing time. When you have enough of it to spare..
~~~THE ANIMAL IN US~~~
I would suggest you all to watch the above mentioned movie! and u all will go for a ride to find you inner spy! the spy is the animal residing in you! then sit back and think of all the things tht u do?? then you can associate yourself to one or more animals in you!
On the Road to Clare
We have some great dust storms where the field on one side of the road drops by six inches and the other side rises by six inches...we had one of those today and my son and I decided to go for a pub meal at Clare...about forty minutes across dirt roads...visibility about ten feet
Drifting Away
Driftwood washed upon the shore From a cyclone passing by History of once a tree Your existance does belie Buried within the sands of time To create a seat divine A view of wondrous imaginings Would be harder to find If you co
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.
Nature
I saw a monkey at the brook field zoo. He looked at me as he was swinging from his maple tree. This is liberating it sets my mind free. Swinging from a tree is definitely the life for me. Watch as i play and have fun for all to see as i
Family
Three monkeys is the place to gather for the monkeys you see. They hang out and climb the poles and trees. They swing play in all the seat and spaces you see for they are having fun with all the C O M P A N Y. For you see the monkey
Beautiful Day
When you find that lucid thought The thought that reminds of a bright And sunshiny summer morn The thought that can make it all worth while Even though the sky is grey And all you can ask is why Keep it close to your heart Like a treasur
Mount Robert
Glacial coral bed soft beneath me miniature catchments laden with radiant greens semi-cylindrical curves nestled in stagnant pools mirrored brilliance of blue skies gentle clouds watching
Winters Diary
A single breeze sails softly Lonely winter sun shines down through tree Upon the snow which has freshly laid The last leaf of season becomes unmade The icicle’s cling to branch after branch The deer watch on in a cautious stance As the woodcu