Romance is.........
Letting others know that love is hard to keep and hard to let go of. However just stand your grounds and do not forsake who you are and this is the time so many want to hang on and others want to hurt than to let go...
Broken Allegiance
To hurt nature is to hurt ourself!!!
*~Soaking up the stars of the midnight sky's~*
Wow what Heaven really will be like... To be soaking in all of the stars of the midnight skys....
Silence is so wonderful~~~~
Sometimes it is nice to be quiet and not a word said SSSHHHHHHHH ah it is so sweet the quiet place.....
Man or Boy?
Boys play house. Men build homes. Boys shack up. Men get married.Boy make babies. Men raise children. A boy wont raise his own children. A man will raise his own and someone else's. Boys invent excuses for failure. Men produce strategies for success.
Late Autumn Fields
Experiencing a walk in a New England field in late November
A Fast Moving Rain Storm
Storms of nature and life always a part of our world.
Snowflake Kiss
Every snowflake has a different shape...was first discovered by pioneer photographer Snowflake Bentley in the late 1800's....like a natural kaleidescope of nature is a snowflake and upon touching your lips they instantly melt.
Storm
Storm By Steven Boyd Weaver Her doom written, soon to meet... The sands are pulled, from beneath her feet... Her arms uplifted, high and strong... Dance in the wind, as to a song... If you listen, you will hear... The song played through her finge
The Caves
About some caves in South Africa which I found awsome.
Lone Star
Be your own star
A World Alive
Being thankful for such a life we have
THE PUZZLE
As an adolescent my curious mind contemplated our existence. Eventually my thirst for knowledge has answered many of my queries sufficiently (always researching tangible, logical, historical & scientific EVIDENCE). But having an unquenchable poet's soul led to this bit of food for thought from back then.
RESTORATION
This is my favorite poem. I wrote it for an arbor day contest in the british virgin islands quite a few years ago. It talks about the trees of the island being stripped away for the sugar cane plantations in the 1800's and what damage it had caused. The poem is a reminder of how people can damage their environment for selfish gain and implores future generations to plant trees and conserve. Tortola is known as the Land of the Turtledove.
Good Night Moon
A moon goddess!!
~~~~WALKING PAST THE END~~~~~~
IT IS OKAY TO HIT A DEAD END ZONE IF YOU KEEP ON GOING AND NOT LET YOURSELF DROWN IN YOUR OWN FROWN.....
On Autumn Winds
Features of willfull dispersion....
Last Leaf Has Fallen
Beginning of winter
~a day in the life of~
The time that you love as you stride through four seasons with fingerless gloves. Mare is in heat in time she will fole there's frost in the mountain while close rivers run cold. Brows fill with sweat as you stack winter's heat fence li
Cry of the poet
Its about the chaos in the world.
Life
Life as meny people know can be a b*tch, But life as I see it is like a river, As it starts it is fast and urging to go forward But as it flowrs old, more mature or experianced It slows and widens. Life like rivers must come to an end Some d
Beauty has no eyes
What would the beauty of creation be if no one knew of it..
Oestrus Moon
There's a lot to explain here.....(laughs).. out here in the boondocks...
Caught in the rain
Random
Night Flowers (Midnight in the Garden)
The sweet fragrance of flowers that bloom only at night...... perhaps pollinated by moths and attractive more by smell than by sight...interesting analogy.....isn't it? Evening Primrose (Oenothera) Angel's Trumpet (Datura innoxia) Night scented Stocks (Matthiola longipetala var. bicornis) Giant Evening Star (Mentzelia decapetala) Night Phlox "Midnight Candy" (Zaluzianskya capensis) Four O'Clocks (Mirabilis jalapa) Daylilies "Moon Frolic" and "Toltec Sundial" (Hemerocallis)
For me a man
Manly. Food. To my soul, mind, body. Yummy.
First Snowflake Fly
Spoken in my 'native speak' with its short clipped twang, takes some practice.....haha
Catch of the Day
Catch of the Day A man,his canoe and without any crew, Sets out down yonder to oceans clear blue, Casting his line,with nothing but time, He hums a tune, then swallows a brew, But never ever,does he twiddle his thumbs, One slip o
Morning Suitor
This poem was inspired my a photograph a friend took.
'Past Finding Out'
glory of creation..
The Weeping Rose
Another seasonal poem..
Autumn dance
Natures beauty..
~~~~~~~The shadow that follows the stairways~~~~~~
Well as we walk we never know when we have a shadow to follow this was a fun write and hope for others to enjoy.....
Her name is "AweTUMN"
Just a quick poem in honor of the beauty I'm looking at this morning here in beautiful S.W. Oregon.
~~~~~HOME SWEET HOME~~~~~~~
Just a write to write.....FOR SOME THIS IS HOME.......
Oh my little cabin on the hill
It just a made up song because Id love to live in a cabin in the hills
Stages
The ultimate recycling
One Breath
Breath me in Inhale me deep Let me fill you Make your breast Rise up and down Letting hands touch Open lips will part Shedding tears much All over bare skin Heart pumps again
The End of a Life
Reaching high into the sky As if to try for heaven Stood there, watched untold For how many centuries What could you tell Of things you've seen Beneath wide spread boughs Of things that have lived there Or homes upon you made Now man comes t
IMATATOR OF THE ANIMAL FREEDOM
just thinking of my pets and how we once learned from them
~~~Hidden Angel Wings~~~
Look into this picture and see a nice pair of Angel wings...
God Gift
I moved on a little farm where I live with my mom now and help take care of her. So I feel blessed when I can walk out on the porch and sit in my rocking chair and hear all of nature aound me. It great living in the counrty. Iv written alot of poerty since Iv moved here 7 years ago. I feel it a gift God given me.