Just Bobble
Catching little title for my poem about patterns made by fallen leaves on freshly wet concrete. Hey I'm a struggling poet, need I say anymore? :)
rosese
Roses are love any flower is more than grey or white. of any type lips and all sorts of greenery. moss lays any type is beauty to the bee. as long as I rose and leave the stem roots find your beautful
I need solid of Earth
I need the solid of earth earth that is familiar to my soul I need paths paths to walk within the quiet of lush green grass I need beauty the beauty of nature following its course unfettered I need season upon season weather to weather adaptat
Once upon a river clear .............
Saddened by the recent pollution by a beautiful crystal clear creek by agricultural exploits ..........
Summer fireworks
The ball of lightning passed next to me. Luckily, I was not hurt, just shaken enough to write a poem.
Rain
The last hurricane is the same name as me!
On My Way..............
A contrast of colours due to dry winter and the farmers wartering the new crops as I make my way back to this special place ................each time I come here I discover something different and this is only on the way .......... I am so blessed
SPRINGTIME GOWN.
just adjusting to the start of a kiwi spring.....
Rain
We have had a lot of rain here for the last two weeks which has caused a lot of damage in my area. Luckily for me I live on a hill.
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seasons of the wind,we dream silence as slow as the mountain breathing Autumns scarecrows
feathers
From illness one leaves the body Transits in time To natures comforts To trees that whistle in the wind Leafs brushed aside they fall to the ground One now sits preens and wings stretch Yuor past clean your past gone Now traition is done on
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
The big thaw........
Seeking the morning sun in winter always brings back this fond memory back home..........a special place .......
TRUTH ABOUT LIFE
LIFE IS SHORT SMILE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TEETH
Muir Woods
A Haiku poem: A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons. In nature there is no good or evil. It's non dualistic. Inspired by Joseph Campbell.
Love
Feeling I might have found my soul mate
Okay... I'm Back... Who is here still?
Can you still add images? I forgot how :(
Purple Moon
Inspired by one of those misty, humid, summer nights.
SILENT SENTRIES
Love to look at these trees when I walk in the park each day. The winter picture reminded me of silent sentries standing guard.
blades of green
blades of green rise from the brown spreading all around soon to be sprinkled with yellow all aglow in the sunshine wings of gossamer flit as they hover in the air before landing amid the splendour of the brightly hued décor painted
We Share The Same Sun
Lying down in a patch of vernal ground.
Love has no color
in this world i have noticed divisions in human race which is causing us to hate each other for no apparent reason.This is my call to every race that let us accept each other the way God sees us
Sparrow In The Woods
Focus on nature
The Movie Of May
The sky is so very blue Leaves on the trees are so very green Then the sun comes shinning through And a day in May unfolds this scene I like to watch the movie of May It wasn't made in Hollywood But still amazes me For it's so good so very g
The Finnish land
Mikä on mäen ja dale maan? Se on niin kaunis, Maa lakkaa kesäpäivinä, Maa, jossa pohjoiset valot häipyvät, Joka kauneus kaikkina vuodenaikoina, Mikä maa on niin reilu? Siellä on paljon tuhansia järviä Hämmästyttäviä tähtiä yöllä Siellä on pal
SILENT BEAUTY...
twilight....
Rain
It's simply really; I Love Rain and I have written about it frequently over the years.
NATURE'S MIRACLE.
shadows...erazed by dawn
My Own Sunrise
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? E. M. Forster Open group @ Poetry Corners on FB
SOUL OF NATURE.
Hints of sunset every night
Snow Is Falling
Snow is falling again ..looks great ..but i cannot wait for the warmth of Spring and Summer :)
Flower
a poem I wrote years ago
Carpark Blues .........
Early morning surf check ............
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This is about the moment, 20+ years after last being in the sea, when I followed the sudden urge, in spite of wearing a long floaty skirt, to run into the waves up to my waist. What I thought was a bobbing log, about 20 ft away, turned out to be a seal, silently watching me. We just gazed at each other for what seemed like an age, but was really only seconds. I love these creatures, and the legends surrounding them. Perhaps the "I" of the poem is a seal woman who came ashore to shed her skin and dance, as in the folk tales, but for whom it is not yet time to return to her watery home. Or perhaps she is a mermaid who earned her legs (the sequins on the skirt recalling her scales). Or perhaps there simply Are moments when humans and animals connect deeply. I don't have a title yet, but I dedicate it to my wonderful friend, who was like a father to me, and who was with me that day, about eight years ago, on Tentsmuir beach. He died two years ago, and I think he knew better than I that it was not my time to follow.
Only a surfer.........
Three absolutely magic days ....... We usually need a heap of wind to whip up the ocean but a passing cyclone far out to sea and a long way from us sends through the remainder of it's swell at the same time copious amounts of rain with out any wind creates the perfect conditions......
AS DAYTIME FLIES.
most night I watch the creeping shades of twilight, as a day dies.....
GOWNS SO RICH....
as we in NZ should be heading to winter, the other side of the world still in snow, dreams of sunshine....
Attainable Sun, Contrivance and Plumb
this is about the works of the minor arcana, and the adept of the Magus further committed unto the great work of alchemy.
Tropical storm
Coming tropical storm
Breaking Stones
That unrelenting urge to acquire a goal, like the sea crashing again and again.
Leave Me Alone!
There are a lot of busy bodies out there who think they are making the world a better place and are instead just being jerks. I can't stand to see parrots in cages. I went to this zoo where they had so many parrots crammed into a caged area that they had pulled most of the feathers off of each other. You can find this zoo in WI Dells, Wisconsin.
down in the wood
this is the only poem I ever wrote