BIRDSONG
This is my tribute to my feathered friends whose song is so melodious, soothing and uplifting to my being. I do not need to attend a concert, or to listen to a music player, to hear their song. It is free and available for all to enjoy. It is Mother Nature's gift to us and other creatures. Thank you, My Feathered Friends!
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
The Colorful Rose
You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this
A Tribute To Trees
I have read a lot of poems recently, on Poetry Corner, dealing mainly with hurt, pain and suffering, experienced by heartbreak, loneliness and other painful incidents. You can find solace in Nature to ease your pain. I posted a piece earlier on Birdsong. This piece is on Trees; I hope you can feel its comforting effect as you read it, or better still, go outdoors, listen to the trees, and experience them directly. Be a tree hugger! I came across this,on the net, as a quote from Herman Hesse and reformatted it for posting.
Colour My World
Yesterday while sitting outside looking at the colours painted on the sky...
morning tea and me
more shovling...oh my aching back.
what am I
The bumblebee cichlid is a fish that lives in deep caves and cleans parasites off the cat fish,when it is in a yellow and brown striped coloration, when the cat fish spawns and lays eggs this little fish changes to a dark brown and steels the cat fishs eggs. when he is cought he quickly changes color back to the yellow and brown stripes as the cat fish reconizes this color as the friend.
Hearts Flower
We can relate to nature in our feelings when in love the right person can bring about so much within you and others can spark the interest but over time will eventually die. So careful choice of our partners can influence so much in our lives.
roar
Four legs Eyes black with orange circle Long whiskers Teeth sharp Silent tails swirls back and forth Nose to the ground The everlasting scent Food wanted Dinner on a plate The smell of flesh the leoperds prey Hiding in between the
In the Wake of Typhoon
Edited version of a poem I wrote late last year...for the victims of typhoon Bopha and this year's Yolanda...my heart goes with you.
SUMMER FLAME
I was missing NZ Christmas trees, the pohutokawas in bloom this time of the year...then I remembered Ponciana trees are everywhere here.. like pohutokawa trees they also herald the coming of the new year...I wrote this last night and as I am posting it now I checked if I have the spelling right...to my surprise I found a song about the tree... written long before I was born. It just shows how easily these trees can captivate an admiring soul...
Bon Fire
Flames, darkness, smoldering ashes A place to hang out and meet new people A place that allows you To be yourself Where in spite of the darkness You can see a person better Their true self A place where you can enjoy yourself Forgetting all
Fire
As hot as the sun Red-orange in color Dangerous Hypnotizing Warming Some people love it Some people hate it Some are comfortable with it While others stay back While burning bright It gives off life and when it's smoldering The life aroun
Ravenwood
This is part of a song I wrote about a wooded area that I like to walk in,I find i always come away from that place refreshed and ready to return to the real world once again.
Flowers
Some are beautiful Some are boring Some are used for romance and some for burials Others symbolize love While different ones symbolize hate Some are more than one color While others are plain and simple Some create friendships While others m
Rain
Life is like rain It has it's ups and it's downs Has it's exciting times But also dull moments It hits new people At every stop and paints memories In every heart Without rain There can be no life.
Snows They-Are A-Meltin'->
Dedicated to the loving memory of Elsia Savoie -
The Sounds Of Colours
What sounds do you the various colours evoke in you? Please add a verse of your own or just a plain statement. Feel free to write on any colour, including those that I have written on. Express your view. Use any format of your choice.
Single...
Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single echo in th
Disappeared
Being part of nature,looking for freedom of soul to feel/hear breading of trees and listen sounds... 'From soil we come -to soil we return' - or trees or birds or 'nothingness' but I believe in recycling and life circle.
Illusions
You sit on the beach, and watch the sun set You gaze way out beyond the cliff, and watch it rise Who is trying to deceive you gentiles? It is only me that spins I am Earth
Haiku 7 - Nature's Diamonds
on the rose petals sparkling with the morning sun bright dewdrop diamonds beneath the streetlight glistening on the snowflakes sparkling white diamonds on the ripples shimmering in the sunshine dancing water diamonds
Lives in distant Orbits
Illusion to hold Illusion to grow, illusory to think About the World to go ,Anxious to posses And appear morose to loose, illusion to gain, and dangerous to share.. The joy full of sense enjoyment to have Is bound buy the ropes of karma and
winter sky
over thy head
Winter Blues
Looking outside thinking of what i must do.
RAGLAN - an acrostic for my husband
I took Nu to Raglan... and the place meant a lot more to me this time with him sharing his passion for surfing and his knowledge and respect for the sea/ocean...
Blossom
Metamorphosis glowing in beauty encased in a butterfly.
Nature....Displayed
flowerpot
La Neige
Mother nature in emotion gloved in splendor.
A Day's Outing
Soft whimsical wind rustles the tall trees geese on the wing fly by in formation honking and hooting, what a wretched din glad as the noise fades and peace is returned My journey today to reach the summit a long harduous yet an enchanting cli
SERENITY
Soothing sound of the murmuring breeze Entwined with the sound of rustling leaves Refreshing my tired worn-out spirit Energising it with the soothing bliss of Nature's comforting balm of peacefulness Ind
frozen falls
Ice chills Its cold breath Blows its cold chill Freezes The cascading water Stands motionless Stop in its tracks Motion lost Ripples of ice where water was Ripples form undulates over the edge falls over Hangs cascades White
Zero Or Less
winter
Rain
Rain is everywhere no matter where we are some get it heavily others sparsely yet it is very much like life itself we get good rain and bad we just have to adjust to overcome obstacles. Was going to have a break but mind keeps ticking over and words want to flow, whether its good or indifferent it helps me to put down how I think or feel. So again the feelings get me to pen more.
poets feel free to continue my word (challenge)
The call of nature The call of nature Birds singing in the trees
Broken leaves
Ever crunched the leaf in step? As seasons spread Crawling seasons leapt Dug your hands in sand? Too far from water castles on the land Kings and Queens at the moat singing tunes From the boat Dance upon the redeemer tip toe to sil
Outside My Door
The gentle breeze is blowing The whispering wind is growing The tallest trees are swaying While the grounded leaves are playing The colors falling from the sky Red, Orange, and Yellow seem to fly Looking up at the perfect blue sky The birds
The Train
written on a train going to Belfast and I paused and the poem came to me while I gazed at the hill sides
Struggle
The battle of life and death is often blurred by our own reality.
The Storm
The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher. The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow. The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The tre
With Final Burst------villanelle
With final burst of golden rays sun sets below the horizon day fades away and here night stays From south gentle warm breeze plays luring forward pretty siren with final burst of golden rays Siren calls hearts are set ablaze and rising up
Coyote
coyote runs wild across fields of verdant green a sly cunning thief