through a lense or two
blue eyed petri dish with pupils like sea weed bits washing in the shoreline in barely tinkling waves with sparkles of sunshine over sandy reminiscences calling unwet fingers to remember what it felt like when life was just a v
The Sound Of BLACK
Just a few more sounds of Black. The last verse is for the ladies with their "little black dresses"
Berkshire gift
My Home The Berkshires Massachusetts USA
Midnight Concophany!
Was thinking of the ocean at late hour
WINGS
haiku
Spring( 575)
Turning Fall thought of Spring.
MYSTIC MOUNTAIN
I awake to a songbird Singing good morning melodies The sun with his warmth Floods my room Playful strands of gold dance My soul desires a peek outside To see the vexing stir My eyes behold A soft fog floating betwixt The lull lil valleys
Nature 575
a beautiful dawn over our blue river .........just having a go it only took me 13 hours he he
Cold 575
it was a little cool at four in the morning
bare cheek
She with her flowing long white hair Bare from head to toe On her beloved stallion she rode Feet in stirrups to ease of ride to take pressure of the private sides Nipples erect from the freezing cold For the lady of bare modesty Lady gadive
39 steps
Along the secluded beach When the tide is out Along the golden yellow sand Up the winding step Hollowed out The rock The rising black stairs The arching black weighted door The key turns Opened squeling hinge The stairs ascend On
On a September Day as I sit
I just feel a little sad when summer end so I put my thoughts on to paper.
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
venom
Cobra hiss its fork tounge Ears widen head surges high Coiled body tail rattle it only tune Defends its domain Rattles its tail Poised ready to strike Teeth projects Its venom deep Fast and hard Fangs deep It (.)(.) Waits Poi
Stars and Dandelions
Deep down in the blue sky Like pebbles on the ocean floor They lie submerged till dark comes... Stars unseen in the light of day. You can't see them,still they're there. Even things not seen are there. Petals drop and withered dandelions Hid
THE CAVE
I wrote this poem after viewing a picture sent to me by my friend Shrop Lad. A picture of a cave facing the Sea somewhere in the vicinity of the home of Dylan Thomas the poet, where he lived in Wales
goddess
On the parapit The figure of stone Her mortal form Set in fixed posse Elegant cold to thouch Those seductive curves fingers and seductive toes Cold to touch Partly clad Reviles her charm her parted Dress reveals her desire for mort
body builder
To behold the chest:-) Of hairy man His flesh ripped and toned With strengh of ten Legs bulging His iron grip Buttocks hard and clenched Tinny trunks hide what's not to see He massages tones his body His daily routine Hours a
Zen Enlightenment
(haiku) The above stated may seem simplistic but it is not. Zen is a way of seeing. The things of everyday life remain the same. It is one's way of seeing that changes. The change may require years to take place. True spiritual practice is not founded on attainment or on the miraculous, but on seeing life itself as a true miracle. In the words of a Zen master, My magical power and miraculous gift: Drawing water and chopping wood.
Hummingbird
I see this every morning and was moved to express this simple little joy!
Leaf Grief
I wondered how a leaf felt when abreeze blew it off a tree in Fall and the tree, where the leaf lived a long time never came to it's defence "Extend a branch."Try and catch me" I wondered, watching the leaves fall from a tree in the Fall one year how did the leaf feel being tossed aside by the wind and the tree not coming to its defence I wondered, watching
Winter Treasures
I wrote this poem two years ago in December. Sorry for the possible mistakes, I'm Polish and English is my second language. Enjoy!
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
No Title
JUST BRAIN STORMING!!!
SONG OF THE ELM
It is possible for nature to fear man He is their biggest threat'
November's CConversation
A November Conversation "Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail, somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows. And with a gust of wind, four
It's Weird
It's weird how Shiny silver raindrops fall from black clouds. It's weird how Silkworms turn white when they eat green mulberry leaves. It's weird how Moonflowers open at dusk without a poke from anyone. It's weird how People I ask lau
Forrest
I just love forrests ,the wildness the smell of the trees,everything about it really.
heroes songs
Valhalla though your gates are hung with the gold of heroes songs accommodation you offer only bones in dirt like every souls birthright yet still they call the sirens of a younger mans dreams
A Womans Curse
Once a month, the reminder of emptiness so that you are tuned to your body’s harp strings, strung out on the harpsichord of all your nerves & hammered bloody blue as the crushed fingers of the pianist beaten by her jealous lover. Who was
Destryoer 3
same reason as my other poem "Destryoer II". This was the 3rd version.
Destryer II
its about how man-kind is destroying the planet, and why/how they should look around and see what they're doing to the poor earth.
Moon Beams------- a wayra
A Wayra originates from South Africa and is an UN-rhymed poem that has a count of 5-7-7-6-8 It can be one or more stanzas long
once upon a time....
when tourism overcomes the delicate beauty of a place and the load or should i say waste that develops from the volumes of visitors there.....
THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S CREATION
ALL OF GOD'S CREATION IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME, EVERY RIVER, EVERY LAKE, EVERY OCEAN, AND EVERY SEA; THE SUNRISES AT DAWN TO GIVE US THE MORNING LIGHT, AND THE MOON AND THE STARS IN SPACE ARE LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT THE MOUN
A DAY AT THE PARK
I wrote this poem while I was at the park Back in the mid 80's. I felt a sense of total peace as the words just flowed from my mind to the tip of my pen the cool breeze and the calmness of the water filled me with perfect serenity!
MAY MOON
I have been intrigued by Moon energy all my life and there is definitely some crazy energy with the moon. I have always felt we were like sisters somehow. I've never related to The MAN in the moon. Ever! She's always been this lovely, ethereal being that I could talk to and share with. Yeah, I know, but I still do feel that way. She's like Stevie nicks somehow. LOL. ANd sometimes in life we just don't get what we want. Sigh. Make sense to anyone?
Into the Night
This is my sweet daughter Meriwether, the baby. It's short she was 12 when she wrote it..now 23 and about to be married..times trudges on!
sunshine
On. The beach the maidens lay Soaking in the suns rays Rubbing oil so they won't burn Boobs out oh what joy to watch Blistering in the mid day sun Hour on the front Hour on the back Soaking up that hot sun To desire that all over ta
Blackened Night
Winter rush of raven’s wings whisper dream omens long nights.... Hot wind breath of demons sickly sweet restless dreams, chilly nights worry... Sharp edge dry fears cold in late lamplight frayed
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the b
All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And