Trees
Some trees look like sons to me. Some like mothers. Some are daughters, brides, A few like brothers. Some are like my grandfather, Sparsely leafed. Some like my grandmother Who threw choori to the crows. Some trees are like the friends I
The Red Stag
red deer are ruminants characterized by an even number of toes and a four-chambered stomach. A stag or Hart will have up to 20 females in his harem. Gestation period is 240 to 262 days fawns weigh about 33lbs (15kg)
My Vacation
I have been wanting to go to California all my life. Most of my trips as a child were to Arkansas where I went to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis only once. Then it was fishing in Hayward or Gordon, Wisconsin.
Shadows of Frost
Contemplating a definition of a pattern of frost on my back porch window.
SOFTLY SOFTLY....
The sky from every angle in a soft pastel twilight mode, never seen before.
Phantasm
Birds of prey...............
Must I go once again
Just need to come & go take care my poet friends..
Come Walk With Me -----Epic
as those of you who have been here a while know I spent 10 years growing up in East Africa just a few memories
The WOMAN - Autumn.
At a meeting I was asked Your name not spring, There can be a summer?. The name autumn on hair. Have you taken offense, tell? I with a smile have answered: Why myster
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Being handi cap is still being who we are and no different...Love is for all kinds.....Have a little man-kind
WHO AM I
I sweep across land and sea, with gentle glide or furies grip. I bring change to all I see from cooling suns birth to sending winters bite. I send joy to all living things, yet instill fear with my mighty grip. I make trees sway and bend; I make the
Eye of the Storm
The coastline fractured - gusts of thunder mumble in serrated skies; the unruly demesne of summer, dark voices of the sea, incessant sighs coalesced, flutter in empty sleeves- scattered clusters of ruin tossed and blown, a salty mist tremb
bifurcated
for furthur reading: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bifurcation_theory http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serpinski http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_relationship
Eternity
Originally written in Polish:)
SCARLET THE NIGHT.
Majestic colours .......mirror of fury light a sky at twilight
SILENT BEAUTY.
Twilight....a special time of every day.
On the open seas there beneath always there
Demon of the world Havoc you cause Life expelled You float You lurk Your the intruder Man's greed Thier creation Alway seen discarded In open seas Under the waves not to be seen Your still there lurking man's greed Never ending alw
Valiant Rose
The very early sudden snow storm has caught out the rose bush there amidst two feet of snow bravely it opens its scarlet petals A vivid bright spectacle against the pure white new snow drifts I look realising that as it struggles proudly
Old man of the sea
I often watch the old Greek men fishing, and was inspired to write this poem, just for them.
Sunset
Sunset Red on the difference of light and dark That soothes the soul and creates the spark Keeps us honest keeps us true Keeps the window clean that we look through To stop us from stepping over the mark Suppress the villain in the dark Fe
Indian Summer
Indian Summer Sunlight and heat In a cloud-dappled sky Blue and purple hues Crease the horizon As dusk creeps across The mountains and Down into the valley. The air takes on A chill as night descends, Summer is gone now And fetid nig
Watching through
The beautiful tui, out our kitchen window
The Miracle of Rebirth
There was a hush everywhere as if the world was on pause an expectancy stirring in the air not a single sound just silence What was happening out there? far away, deep in the outback a circle stood made of animals each with ears pricked forw
In The Woods
I set off along the faint trail it was one I had not noticed before plunging me deep into unknown territory stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silenc
Autumn dance
Natures beauty..
HEALING NATURE.
A scene can change from peaceful to violent.....nature must be respected....
Oceanzest 5.7.5. Haiku Challenge.
Haiku Challenge.
frozen falls
Ice chills Its cold breath Blows its cold chill Freezes The cascading water Stands motionless Stop in its tracks Motion lost Ripples of ice where water was Ripples form undulates over the edge falls over Hangs cascades White
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tell far as the mighty can fall looking up to remember lying in a broken shell of youths arrogance as we learn to speak again with lips stained green in the blue of humility drawn with the quaintest of smiles
Winter Treasures
I wrote this poem two years ago in December. Sorry for the possible mistakes, I'm Polish and English is my second language. Enjoy!
RAINBOW OF COLORS
"I JUST THOUGHT A RAINBOW IS SO MUCH IN COMMON WITH THINGS ABOVE AND AROUND US, AND COLORS DO HAVE A WAY IN TELLING PEOPLE'S ATTITUDE AND MOODS"
Temporary
While having a cup of coffee on beautiful morning.And looking around at this beautiful nature and flowers.
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!
COMMING BACK SOON
Thought I found him and then whoops wow crushed again taking a vacation see you all real soon B R E A T H L E S S..... :( :(
Species
Clothing - such a lot of work! But one can learn to appreciate it properly when one is dressing for someone special and near. Adam and Eve weren't hiding, they were the merely the first stripologists on Earth.
SIGNS OF NATURE.
The wonder of Nature....
NATURE'S COST.
We have heard our recently NZ has experienced a succession of natural disasters......causing havoc for many....but it's not just NZ, as the world pays with rapid climate changes......
bare cheek
She with her flowing long white hair Bare from head to toe On her beloved stallion she rode Feet in stirrups to ease of ride to take pressure of the private sides Nipples erect from the freezing cold For the lady of bare modesty Lady gadive
snow
sifted from the clouds it comes with out a sound. It drifts agianst the eaves and scatters the ground. It piles on fence posts and cars and shines like a thousand stars.
The Moon
This poem is my idea of how the moon finds the strength to rise every night to give her light to the world. She hopes and takes pleasure in love.
Evening Serenity
Outside my window There hangs a lonely sun Drifting so slowly Behind the mountain view Shadows creep closer Coming to take the light away The fog begins to make its bed On the rolling hills It's late in the Evening I can see
Wolves
Late in June in the pale of the moon you’ll Hear the sound of a howling platoon. They Travel in packs without leaving tracks Questing for food, companions or snacks. You’ll know there around by their blood Curdling sound. Enough to Scar