Just Shadows
shadows dark and dull, with a grey sky in winter....
a day in the dark
My friend said I should write more poems So I will try to. I didnt feel emotionally ready to write But when I can across these creepy trees They seem to speak to me I felt they were trying to tell me something About there small town, like they wanted me To stay, I don't know why, maybe it was my imagination But ive never felt such strong esp coming from a group of trees before. I wanted to share it. Maybe this poem Iis about a type of awaking, an awakening To the subconscious. know I could probally do better but like I said I wasn't quite emotionally ready to come up with a super fantastic poem.
RUSTIC RAINBOWS
Rustic....special season of autumn...till life re-born
This Is The Sun....
every morning different, yet the same...
FREEDOM...
Early morning, after first breath of light Foggy mist drapes, before clouds flight Wait warmth of sunshine, to lift and give A spring days filled, with hope to live Life as you desire, freedom your right From breaking dawn, to the depth of night
HEAVENLY CALL
we seem to be experiencing what we called April showers in the UK, but in NZ, they are closer to hail storms....
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those penny's about your brow the only crown to which I bow kings and queens on their own feet whose hands not stranger to a plow
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not riches in gold like sultans crave but heart be pure and soul be brave shafts of arrows your thought engrave while laying petals on Omar's grave
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In the hall of hands where the red god runs with the yellow deer time is a sea immortal embedding the magic of mind in shape with smell of smoke and song of flame guiding fingers in paint for I pray to the shamans of a different dream h
In the Dark of Night
In the Dark of Night The night was strangely hushed and cloaked by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon. The breeze made the night air feel chilled, yet her flanks were covered in sweat as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heav
SEASONS OF THE WORLD....
After experiencing very little change between seasons, I understand how it can enhance.....for many....giving variety...the spice of life.
Texture of Nature...
I love texture... textiles to granite.....chocolate to cheese.....all excite.......my tactile strain....
Waking The World.....
experiencing........that special waking freshness.....
Ragnarok
we stood in the frame of time the tree of life bent down to her to whisper poems disguised as wind my forearm is her width entire yet her strength is mine doubled we make our indentations on the fabric of death mine an oaken scr
The grey ‘’rocks’’
I want to feel again the touch of the grey rocks, I want to hear again their tails. They ‘’ll tell me they are rough; That they are alchemic exhibits made by the five elements, created when….. The earth stud against times’ steady pace in conspira
the watcher
Into the bare cold room He enters a figure bare Paraded for all to see They glare and watch From top to toe They seek His soul hidden from eyes that watch for they cannot peek They drell and peek His modesty bare He stands his pose H
sueded chap
you weave a thread around my hair and call it not a braid the wind it whispers in my ear this strand: left unrestrained the clouds - they dance in ecs tasy pounding out the rain I watch in thunder I hear in light as trails: gal
MOUNTAIN....
we have a cone shaped mountain in NZ...once seen never forgotten.....
flying-thieves of spring
flying thieves children of the spring it's time to gather, rest and sing the work is done. March is at hand.. who will now start the dance ..hophophop non stop up to the montain's top?
Frogs On A Log
Went for a walk in the woods today and got blessed. Hugz, Pink.
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You never walked it was more the curve of the Earth found a mooring in the shape of your foot You never sang it was more a distillation of vibrated yearning and what followed saluted a starved ear You never painted it was more yo
" Baby It's Cold Outside"
Burrrrrrrr! Keep warm everyone. Hugz, Pink.
A New Years Blessing...............
Seeing the new year in with an early morning surf..........uncrowded ...crystal clear .......with and old friend Just shouting out to all the people here on PC ........Its been too long between the lines..........I wish everyone the best for 2016 filled with love joy and happiness.........Regards Nu & Kathy
Mornings
Something I thought of. Hope u enjoy. A foot of snow here. Keep safe and warm. Hugz, Pink.
Night Shadows - rhyme
Shadows flit across the valley shading more and more they are pervading. Changing the shapes of all they touch of the big trees standing tall in a clutch. Creeping along altering as it grows here a scary monster lurks and bows, as branches be
Tribute To A Vulture
(iambic pentameter) The vulture indigenous to my native Trinidad is the Black Vulture which is called "The Corbeau". As the poem says, they are very unsightly looking but once airborne, they become marvellous flying and gliding machines, and are delightful to view as they ride the air currents so effortlessly way up in the sky.
Rainbow
A magnificant wonder above my head As the curtain open and drapes the clouds Sunbeams multiply the colours intensity Evoking red of morning´s dawn Enlightening yellow of daylights glow Chilling green of the fertile grounds and calming violett
Happy
When you are happy with some one you care for does it matter what hangs above or below
In Silence I Speak
In Silence I Speak My thoughts, like shifting snow of the mountains high, My mind, like the vast openness of space, My spirit, the rise and fall of the ocean tide, My soul, thirsty like the desert sand, My conscience, like a still pool
The Bell Tolls
Sleepless nights/ Coltrane is dead/ Closed minds/ Forgotten promises sealed in flesh, sleepwalkers, with the bell tolling drenched in brackish tears, my heart grieving from lack of ambition
Air
Just a thought...
IMAGINE
.... If only! Truth and Imagination! twk...3/16/18
life heart
Echos Pulse the beating heart From tiny seed To beat and flow Rivers of blood Swell within Fills the viods Within Tiny vain s Over time One grows within To grow To ones full term to cease the flow Over time to slow and die
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Tides in the light of her eyes dreams the soul of autumn sky's as water and memory rise tell of each leaf the colors arise beauty's river seasons will baptize green to red and the golden prize
AS SUMMER WAKES
those warm night when summer allows beach parties and get-together...
Moonlight
“I need the sea because it teaches me” ? Pablo Neruda, On the Blue Shore of Silence: Poems of the Sea
Diamond Blue Ocean
Something so beautiful yet dangerous too
Eungella.........
Stopped at this cutting on the way down from the top of this range after doing some work .....good place for a cuppa I thought and this is what progressed.......
Free Spirit
Inner struggles of a survivor.
RAIN.
nights when rain pounds the roof....
Life is Beautiful
The waves whisper to me, calling me to the soft sand. The water sweeps over my feet, surrounds where I stand. The breeze caresses my face, whips my hair. The wind encloses my body, acknowledging I'm there. The clouds clotting out the sun, tur
FRAGMENTED LIGHT
twilight, a special time of day...