Our Wonderful World
just life
SONG OF THE ELM
It is possible for nature to fear man He is their biggest threat'
Wings of Spring
Its Deja vu
The Possum Hotel Part 4 Eviction Notice # 1
The nest morning, the same signs, With a trail of poo on the mattress, Which is horizontal, on it's edge. But still no Opie. Deciding that there's nothing I can Do for the moment, I leave him A bowl of cat food and water. I've got a friend
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naked to the bone to the earth we fall grains falling through time like quick sand a vacum each one of us a grain becomming one with the earth leaving our footprint through sandstorms blindly searching the deepest depths an ocean of life wa
~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
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flight of a hundred swifts over fields of Summer lifts leaving songs as parting gifts departing arrows in darting shifts
DEAD RED
Just a storm thought on a stormy night... love looking out the widows, wondering what others are up to right at that minute....
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
Exmoor Stream (for fellsman)
rhyme does my head in lol
soldiers of nature
a testimony of time staring of into the distance a storm blowing howling it way across the sea trees like gladiators hanging branches bent with age faced the wind rooted firm braced for the storm twisted with the pain of centuries protectin
As I walk up to my pond
IT A FISHING POEM
The Bridge........
Inspired..........
THE FOREST 2
BEAUTY OF THE FOREST
Drifting Away
Driftwood washed upon the shore From a cyclone passing by History of once a tree Your existance does belie Buried within the sands of time To create a seat divine A view of wondrous imaginings Would be harder to find If you co
MAMA OCEAN
I read Paloma's poem Contemplation and this poem sprang into my mind. I couldn't get to paper fast enough. Odd how when that happens. Thanks for the unknowing nudge Paloma.
The Faery among us.
I am the faery that I long to see behind the trees in a silent wood. I am the winged one who leads a double life between this world and the faye. I stand before you and long to show you how to fly and become the sky and the wind. I am the faye in
child's play
underminded critical situations.... he simply blows off she married my broken brain she said don't plagiarize me, it works just fine she doesn't care how much I drink as long as I allow her to breathe yeah, he slubbed me (we'll have to wait unt
Day to Night.
Just trying to express feelings while watching the sky in the evenings.
Haiku. (Bright Moon)
Bright moon, I stroll around the pond hey, dawn has come.
A fleeting Look!
just a cool take on sailing..Soph Just cruising on the hauraki harbour, with dophins at our our stern. simply beautiful.
Returning leaves
Typical Murphy's Law
TRANQUIL
This is a spot I love to go with family. Each time I do I am reminded of the beauty and tranquility that can be found in nature. This lake is found in Bishop, California and a place so dear to me.
morning tea and me
more shovling...oh my aching back.
Welcome Sun
After days and days of clouds and snow and rain, the sun comes out.
Come dance with me
Those magic days when the ocean is so beautiful........an the surf is pumping........
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
spirit
mediocre older entry...or....me standing up for myself against, what was at the time, a flood of gender assassination. I was and I am now happy and proud, to be me, to be a man, to be an individual.
Speed
Sit in, turn the key Into 1st feel the thirst No better way to be free A car is like a woman Many virtues you need Understanding, appreciation, respect These are the keys Not an object You become a gear A comlicated being Love, yet fea
Waves crashing on the beach
Written during oil spill disaster in the Gulf of Mexico / Florida
Halloween 2012
Upon watching CNN about the superstorm.
The Beach
Waves crashing against the shore The gulls stealing wanting more soft satisfaction under your feet gotta love that summer heat kids castles everywhere you go watch out for that crab he will grab that toe smell of clamcakes in the air I
March on
why this time so completely fulfills the sky, the glades, the daffodils what is it about spring that changes perceptions, attitudes and rearranges all those dark and gloomy feelings shift winter's colds to spring's healing name of the future,
~Untouched~
This is a poem of the untouched wilderness. I go there to feel the land..when my Amereican Native heritage beckons me..
nectar vector
butterfly sits serenely, it's wings unhinged sucking sweet floral juice un-impinged by matters bigger, of a more peopled face emotions acrid alkaline, or bitter base that many of those humans seem to display 'stead of slurping the juices of t
Grain of sand
Though I am but a grain of sand Shipwrecked upon this earthly strand, I dream of infinite delights Encountered high in heaven's heights. I’m looking up beneath night skies Where star-strewn oceans fill my eyes, And cosmic pearls in ink-b
My Premonition
A real place I've never been or seen, except in my dream.
HOKIANGA HARBOUR......
The west coast harbour at the top of New Zealand remains safe from tourism, for many reasons.....Sand bars block the entry and few boats sail upon its waters......instead its raw beauty remains with a few historic settlements.....and tourists who found it, and never left, living side by side with locals......
Tapestry of Clay
Play on nature……and a little play on words……too
da kiwi
inspired by a scientist.
2AM flight song
The sense of what I say is mine. I know what I feel and mean, even if you deem it is just wordy drivel it's my drivel, my spittle, to voice into the digital winds that whirl me just as you, smartphone in hand, tweet your heart out to the world,