Whispering
Whispering: An autumn night, staring into the bonfire. Lost in thought. Dawn comes.
Eclipse
The moon is like a woman, Ever changing, waxing, waning, Sometimes bright and cheery, Sometimes dark and gloomy, Mysterious, exotic. The sun is male in nature, Fiercely burning, glowing, searing, Sometimes weak and distant, At times too str
Ambleside Park
North Vancouver = just sitting and thinking about the future
CENTINARY
it jt d seeing of a luvly careless noon..........
A cool summer day
I wrote this along time ago, sitting on the floor in the room. I saw the curtins lightly sway and caught the smell of rain on the breeze. It was evening about 5 pm, and the whole day was hot.
Winter Thaw
Almost seemed like spring but a bit early for that!
essence of water
expressing my thoughts
alone in the woods
a summer poem i wrote while kayaking on a peaceful pond...let you're imagination go wild...and you never know what you can think of!
waking color
Golden sunbeams drape your presence Silver moon storm, no dust settles Purple soul light hides under your covers Green forest paths lead to your gate In a daze my lover stirs Still hearing voices from such distant lands I am hear beside you
October
It's just a poem all about the enigmatic month of October. A few years ago I wrote a poem for every month of the year.
Sedated
Oh if I could set aside this weary sleep; countless hours spent on nothing but a solemn thought. Oh how I long to be free and out among the world; not confined indoors with meek company. This lazy and slumbering attitude I have attained grows heavy;
Stars
I like to dream about reaching the stars
decisions
i wrote this poem to help me and others
Moonstone and Malachite
Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and green In the moonlight - Semi-precious, Gifts from the earth Eggs of Gaea, waiting For their birth Eggs of Gaea, hatching Eons, timeless worth. Moonstone and Malachite, Shining, blue and gree
The Feast
Have you ever watched a crescent moon tiptoe cross the sky or sang in haunting harmony with the nightbird as she flies? Have you tasted every color of the rainbow's lofty hues or reveled in the raindrop's kiss? or drank of morning dew? Have y
Appreciation
thoughts of why I never moved back to Germany, but stayed in Canada.
Rain
I usually write things from experience.
West of Java
Karakatoa is actually North West of Java Not East
The Night's Mare
Broken and ridden not destined to be She is the night's mare born to be free Bridle and saddle never to be worn As wild today as the night she was born Hooves beat upon the lonely plains Wind rushing through her silken mane Moonlight shining g
Bleached Winds
its about the snow to come in DE
~As you Look to Northeast~
Sweet sight tonight so cold an sky lit bright. :)
These Dreams
I was hiking in the Wasatch mountains and it started raining, so I tucked my guitar away in its water-proof case and was just sitting there when the sun broke through a spot in the clouds and made a brilliant rainbow in the falling rain. I thought, hmm, rainshine and sunfall! And there it was! A cute little song born in a moment of whimsy!
For The Love Of High Places
If you don't think that there is something magical, even spiritual, about mountains, then you need to go visit one!
my trek of the day
this poem described my trek today
Winter in the Air
Impending Winter
Bottle Service
instant and awkward the word just spurt
Random Options
I am not trying to emulate Bob Dylan, but I do have respect for him, think more automatic writing.
Inspire
earthy
Homelessness
Just something i wrote a few years ago about what it must be like to be living on the streets and being over looked by society!
~Lakeside~
Split in half sun over water it crests. Heels of my feet on cedar in full rest. Mug in the hand steamin coffee rests on legs. Mirrored water breakfast ripples of fish that'll bite. Morning mist paints the air over water six feet high. Shore to shore
northwoods serenity
this is a poem about the place i grew up, and some of the experiences i had there.
morning chill
There is something about the morning chill that greets me every morning. there is something about the way it whips my face that refreshes me every morning. A cup of tea, a piece of bread is a good way to start the day. while relaxing
playing in the snow
snowy days winters cold frost bite in my toes cold noses hands are chilled down to my fingers and toes cold am i playing in the snow snow balls we are makeing having fun, snow ball fights in the snow snow men, where making sticks for ar
LETS VISIT THE ZOO
Its holiday time what shall we do I KNOW LETS VISIT THE ZOO pay are money and walk inside WHAT SHALL WE SEE FIRST A CRY RINGS OUT THE TIGERS FIRST, SHOUTS OUT A CRY OH WHAT FEROUSUS BEAST THEY CRY NOW THE MONKEYS, OH WHAT FUN BOUNCEING ARO
Canoeing on New Year 's day (2010)
On New year 's Day, lucky, as it was sunny, I went canoeing. Instead of going out, with friends, for lunch, I choose sea-canoeing. The sea is fantastic, never alone, breathing, wind, birds, sea-gulls...no boats, or nosiy jet-skies. I was very happy, sun-bathing,in a warm sunny New Year's day, & dreaming,as if i was an explorer, sailing into the unknown.
~Take a Hike ~
Every steps into six inches of Sand. Pullin foot out into next step, hour glass sand trickles tween toes. Fine'LINE RIDGE scribe toe ta heel. Crater'd sand catches bead a sweat. Silo'd shaft pivots walkin stick. Three o'clock sun vapours visioned sig
~Mush~
Face to the wind icicled hair head laden so. Dogs are in mush, lakes a plateau. White stricken wind horizontal flow moccasin's laced to the knee on rail's stood. Five team in tow beards split in two. Trapper's on trail he carved all in team. Cabin's
~night's lit by day~
Marionette's at play till the sun burns the strings of the moon fell away. At times in a day crescent moon sky high sight. Sun chase's it down as earth's in ellipse. Silver cast day eclipse of the sun moon's in the way with shadows at bay. Solar flar
"LIVE"
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the flowers Enjoy each day you've got You never know when the day may come When you find that you have not Live each day to it's fullest Live each day like it's your last So you'll have no regrets When the time comes for
~ wHEN wINTER bLANKETS ~
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Amanda the panda
Amanda the panda sits in her cage Paceing up and down is all she can do Her once shiny fir coat now matterd and black Her life luster gone hidden from view Tired and worn she sits with no view People come and stir she hides from their glare
Am a celebrity get me out of here
In the jungle they came by foot, by hellicopter and by parachute sitting around the camp fire they sit 12 contestents there in the jungle they sit Viewers watching there every move Rats and insects and snakes lying around Who will win ,will it