The Tree
I have searched the forest to find your maturity When I came upon you I knew you were solid and true You have always been here Rooted to this place Even so, I feel freedom within your embrace I run my hand over your rough brown skin My eyes
music and flowers ( haiku)
soft wafting music drifting filling the night air with romantic tunes bower of flowers full of sweet scented blossoms alive with colour
Snowflakes
a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond
Moonshine
Full moon tonight.
cool change
enjoying the lead up to the first of springs rain .......its been a long dry winter and spring
Fire of Birth (haibun)
fiercely burning fire setting the outback ablaze devastating all the thunder of hoofs as desperate animals flee birds overhead fleeing the greedy flames, that devour all they met leaving charred remains of those too weak, sick or even just to
The Hunter
It is the start of the annual deer hunt in rural New England. A tradition more than an event that transposes life itself into a timeless act of being one with our primordial self.
sunset
The sunset is a beautyful thing. It adorns the closing of the day and causes the heart to sing! The day brings thoughts of years gone by, but the sunset brings rest and peace eternally on high! The golden amber hues wash away the lingering tears caus
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my name was but smoke drifting over flesh as yet to pass yet are we not all to young to be so acquainted with death bright leaves hung upon the tree of generation
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it was a rose with no petals laughing at a thorn with no blood for my soul was red as Autumn a sea holding dreams of the moon echoes in the tide will say written in miles and miles of sand
lightning strike
in the grand theatre opening in the Heaven,s drifting across the sky, cloaked in darkness whistling unseen voices darkened within rage, nature's forces at work rising wind salute in static hair raising falling down the spine banging
AUTUMN
You shall notice the first words will spell the word AUTUMN. And out of those first words the poem is written. It denotes this season of Autumn upon us now in New Jersey.
The Beauty of Falling Leaves!
Tis Fall, the season of falling leaves of gold and rustic red!
blooms end
Blossoms of fiery colors lifting souls, far beyond ourselves as there beauty quells our off-time sighs. Now all but gone as the stillness of the chill creeps in. plants of summer withering into the depth of winters grace awaiting for the white blanki
The Hush Before Dawn
The hush before dawn is fraught with poignant silence as night turns to day Trinkling sounds flow through the air as the river bounces over rocks Deep silence abounds and not a murmur to be heard stillness shrouding all
Mavricks
love the movie "Chasing Mavricks" JUst a thought of words in my mind.
In A Hollow Tween
Just having a play with whole Halloween theme in this write from the now cold New England countryside.
TSUNAMI
Tectonic plates shift on the ocean's floor thrusting upwards an enormous quantity of water generating a wave that keeps increasing in size as it moves on the ocean's surface Attaining a massive height over a hundred feet it races across the oc
Swept Away
Doesn't matter what you say.... or what you do...in the night or in the day they will be coming for you...to take your life away ....take it right from you.. Should of listen to the warning signs ......No where left to run ....no where to hide Tomorr
one hours sleep
Time stopped two am It said I paused a while Thinking about winding Back time the clocks go back Another hour in bed More rem sleep for my restless head More sheep to count Before I can nod off to sleep Restless I have become
Mountains (haiku)
Ancient mountains brood dominating the landscape with majestic face
the old oak tree
The old oak tree Branch thick arms outstreached Leaves falling To the ground Thickly they gather Piled up high Animals cower beneath their nest The old oak Sways in the cold winter breaze Lustur gone now old branches broken Leav
Shooting Star
Glittering silver shooting star arches the sky disappearing fast
The Major Star (haibun)
The major star who was hundreds of centuries old was finally dying yet not in vain, for with its death comes new life and new planets formed as it splinters Water so cool and clear life giving to all our worlds stars birth formed you As a s
Collection of Birds (haiku)
Happy pelican eating an enormous fish see his pouch bulging Merry kingfisher waiting on his pole for fish he darts and spears one Full of joy and fun the skylark warbles in glee delight in each note Fearsome eagle drops plummeting dow
morning has broken.............
Kathy and i sharing an early morning walk ........camera clicking while appreciating the simplicity of life .......
Of Deserts, Oceans and Tundras
In the vast deserts life struggles clinging on by their toe nails short scrubby plants poke out a hot haven for scorpions See the marks in the red sand of where a snake slithered by side winding its way over the baking hot sands of dunes
Experience and Knowledge
words are like a map and experience is the territory a map can only give knowledge "about" the territory it can never give knowledge "of" the territory this can only be obtained through direct experience
Wisdom and Knowledge
a cup may contain water but it is not the water words may point to the truth but they are not the truth form may express the essence but it is not the essence knowledge may lead to wisdom but it is not wisdom having knowledge is being
Fall Is In The Air
Thinking of Fall and how much fun it can be. Enjoy. Take care. Bless You! Luv and Hugz, Pink.
Sunrise
I wish everyone a blessed sunrise! Hugz, Pink
Autumn Song
Wow, this was written 14 years ago. There is much reflection with autumn's coming. What have I accomplished this whole past year? As I take stock, I feel the sting of yet another good~bye in my life. Each season turns yet another page of that life. Live well. Laugh often!~
Autumn
Written 36 years ago. Wow, I am doing some serious digging. Some works really are TIMELESS. Enjoy!~
Nature's Cycle
the magnificent river coming down the mountainside spreading out in its majesty as it moves towards the ocean then rising up to the cloud from where it condenses on the mountain as snow or rain that ends up in the river repeating the glorio
red squirral
Inbetween the graves The red squirral dash Collecting the nuts she buriued the fall before Tenderly she sit on her hind feet Licking her lips to feast on her treat Watching knowing she being watch ed And her watching you On the look out
Hush
Transitory exchange of a season in a day....
A Gentle Breeze
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. I chose to post it because it is my favorite and I wanted to share. I like it because it is positive and feels nice. Also, my computer crashed, so I've done little writing. I need prayer for my Uncle who is very ill and myself who has to go back for more testing. Miss all of you. Hope you enjoy this write and thank you. Bless You! Hugz,Pink.
All Colours Are In
Colour floods this world of ours everywhere it bursts and flows out as it rains the colours reflect in bands of yellows, reds and blues Violet, orange, greens and indigo making such a colourful splash if you are lucky at its end a pot of sil
3 things I would take...a challenge
wife hilda told me 'quit writing and come to bed' and I said 'yes dear'.....
Trees (haibun)
Watch and listen carefully. There, do you hear the stirring? Wander over and move the bracken see the hedgehog scurry away, now fat and sleepy Tall pines are waving as the gentle breeze blows branches are dancing Aromatic scent of t
Little Honey Bee
This is with out a doubt my shortest poem to date, simple in context the little bee gathers all the nectar from the flowers then returns back to the hive, job completed. Written : 22nd July 2013
~Beauty~
Happy Fall Everyone! Hugz, Pink.