Phlox (Yankee's Challenge)
I have always like phlox. To represent me, I think that the phlox represents many moods and the ability to adapt to what is needed.
Where do I go from here?
Its just another one of my thought's that I turned into a poem.
Divine Creation
Just a free verse uncertain to where it would lead but eventually to a thought and that thought is science contridicts itself if it truly believes in homoerectus something of an oxymoron
Here
Heat that surrounds me. Almost to much for me to breathe. The sound echoing in my being. Surrounding me like the heat. Bright lights outlined by darkness. The storm is here.
Autumn - Haiku 575
Autumn in Mackay...
Happy Days monorhyme
hoo-ray winter is nearly done
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.
gardeners poem
dotted with sparse areas of roses and the seeping water on its roots surrounded by evenly cut grass does the gardener come hunched down the weeds are coming up like a spartan army ready to sink its deadly spears onto the rose, to drain it of
Late Autumn Fields
Experiencing a walk in a New England field in late November
Starlight
Starlight S ee it winking T winkling, dazzling A ura filling the sky R ays and beams shining L ighting all the heavens I nferno of gases and flames G iving birth to new life H eating us with your silvery light T ouching our hearts with you
Hidden pearl
In its shell The spec of dust Irritates The linnings It sits and drwells It thickens and grows It layers swell Thicker thicker it shell begins to grow sparkles as it grows the pearl of life born of grit Hidden in its shell Finders k
consumed by noise
The sound of iron on Rolling tracks We travel to detinations end into are world we sit Are ears consumed Noise bellows all around the clatter of sound voices heard laughter screams consumes ones ears Oh to sit and drewl To hear silence
In My Dreams
As i went to bed i closed my eyes and there in front of me was a tunnel of light like a tourch of beaming light shining so bright it beckond me into the light voices of relatives long since gone beckend me to into the light the voices i hear
Springtime..
Just some happy Springtime thoughts..
~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
old man
Who are you Your body Grows old Hints of hair grey Kness that knock And sometimes pain Hints of pain you hold your chest They come and go Breathless Climbing those stairs Where once You ran in a minute mile Age creeps upon
Tatooe
I love butterflies so much I wrote a poem about one a long time ago, Now I have not just one but two on my lower back, Yes butterflies wild and free , they reflect back at me In the mirror for me to see They were w
Winter in the Air
Impending Winter
Snow
Winter's coming, bringing the soft mantle of Snow.
mansoon
in kerala one of the state in india, mansoon for six months started. 1/4 area filled with water.now heavy rain and wind..... you cannot imagine its beauty....
She Sails In Beauty
Just had to write one from my lunacy. Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
Gravel Road
A Journey
PEACE AND SOLITUDE
LOTS OF TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE RIPPLING WAVES ALONG THE SEA SHORE OVER TO THE LEFT A SMALL BOAT RISING UP AND DOWN ON THE RIPPLING TIDE CLOSE TO A SMALL ISLAND THE GENTLENESS OF THE RIPPLING WATERS FLOWING IN AND OUT BY THE EBB Of THE TIDE
It's Weird
It's weird how Shiny silver raindrops fall from black clouds. It's weird how Silkworms turn white when they eat green mulberry leaves. It's weird how Moonflowers open at dusk without a poke from anyone. It's weird how People I ask lau
wilting......
summer just around the corner .............shit gully rakers ......summer storms that build in the west an sweep down the valleys.....can be pretty intense but they bring the rain an for awhile there is some relief
Living things or not ?
Was reading M.M poem when it hit on me .thanks Poetno.1 for this inspiration
life drawing
On the chair the lady sits Her bare bum her bumps and all :-) Her long flowing blonde hair barly. Covers her bum At there canveses the group Their paints and brushes in hand ready to paint they Wait for the perfect naked pose T
Ice Fishing (Frozen Canuck)
Ice Fishing in Canada Just completed ice fishing tournament again this year and thought it time to share my joy once again. I think there will be a season two poem in the making soon.(Part deux)
Summer Storm
just a few lines about a storm we had the other day
~suspended gravity~
arc of an arrow in patterned form rainbow, en-compass circled sun an silver shadowed day whence moon's encroached sun's light ray, ionic night sky particulate in stealth danced finite burnt flames, equinox a two a year's to view. . . . . shooting sta
Fall Haiku
Saw first leaves of red beginning of fall is near cool breeze is blowing
hmmm..........
unusually still here............
Cottontail (Lady's challenge)
A bit shy and sensitive, but aware of surroundings, soft, cuddly, needing companionship....I guess this animal suits me just fine
THE COMING STORM
One day we must change our ways, we cannot take on nature and win.....Andrew....xxx
A Winters Night
With a glass of wine and the cold outdoors sets my mind wondering tonight as I think of poetry and romance
The murder of trees
Its sad
SHADOW SONG
Looking in the night light the gentle wind smiles with delight, trees sway casting shadows of silence in evolutions awe. where crickets imaginations are so tall, yet they are so small.silowets dancing in swaying wind, always bending yet never declini
Baby It's Cold Outside
We have some real nasty cold weather coming in the next three days where it is supposed to get down to -22 or so Monday morning.
Summer
Just a thought
The beach
Yes this little poem was really the first and I got paid a five pound note , Which really was loads then considering when I got it published in the Manchester evening newse at age 9" I wonder did people read it in the morning time, Lol
Natural Disasters
Oh our imaginations running wild when were so tired the fire burning through the night is the candles burning. snow falling an avalanch rolls little water drop you have on your eye lid when it falls off lightning strikes is the sharp pains you get in your legs when they been over worked.the rest speaks for itself..lol