Beauty of creation
Yes Im an atheist and dont believe in a god as such but I have to admit there has got to be something out there to create such beauty in the world. I was admiring a moth today and just to see its pattern and intricate flight structure made me marvel at such beauty
When nature calls
the thoughts that come when lonley
All is Well This Eve
Just another day in Paradise
Fury
Try something different
Hawk
Hawk sailing On summer breeze Mice run for cover
Sea So Blue
under serpico 12 previously
Gods Own Court
Note # Ajesh Binki and Valentine aka Gelastine, natives of Tamil Nadu and Kerala respectively, were allegedly shot dead by Italian marines of the Regimmento San Marco,Marina Militare.....Friends, search them in that star studded sky, you might see them laughing....... Well They say Kerala is 'Gods Own Country'
MORNING HOPE.
who can doubt the positive start of a new day....
the last job
"when I buried hate and then forgave a poem grew around the grave" The old man appeared surly, because he WAS surly. He spent the latter part of the day as he had it's commencement, trying to fit in. Wilbur was a town much like any othe
Padrone del Mondo
Per essere Padrone del Mondo ci vuole poco: Un paio di scarpe robuste quando fa freddo E una camicia larga e lunga quando fa caldo. Poi si deve andare lontano, davvero lontano da te stesso, Cosi perso e cosi stanco … Cosi solo … E da tutta ques
egocentric dreams
when I grow up I wanna ... mastermind criminals capers sell worthless junk papers and take the elderlies money when I grow up I wanna ... tell everyone I meet lies swampland is a sound buy there's money in the muddy when I grow up I wanna
Storm's End
Descriptive verse of the end of a storm. Nothing personal.
Becalming
I was staring at a koi pond today... :)
"Blankets of white."
I love snow!!!
SCIENCE fiction or non?
this was supposed to be influenced by einstein, but i was too descriptive with the analogy of prehistoric versus modern human, anyway i have a notebook and a pencil(that's where the real work is done) oh yeah .....good morning, HB
The Perfect Art
In humid gloom she weaves her doom; by moon's faint rays, she spins to lay her silken trap of which one snap will bring to naught what she has sought: namely a fly that has to die so that it can perfect her plan. Flawless her
Strawberry Moon Born In June
A sunset followed by a full moon in June.
Final Wrinkles Of Winter
Descriptive late winter write watching the seasons changing in northern New England. (Poem # 500) :)
Life principals
Life is simple and i have learnt to take it very lightly, it would really make sense if we all learn to abide by this principles, at all it is your life.
Maternal
On your cherished hills. I lay my head. The cool breeze blows down along the valley. The orchards little apples, slung from the branch. Liquer wine from the mellow vines. The opulent flower blossoms, Rose red, Through passage of womb, Sprin
Morning Walk
i have many random thoughts that pass thru my head, and sometimes I write them down to re-read later.
smile
the moon
Put on a Happy Face
About a Sunflower in my Backyard
N A T U R E
Colors of the rainbow being shown through nature for all to see. Stand out as if to say everyone look at me see the beauty that is before you. Just look around remember keep your ear connected to the sounds of nature.
Fire of Birth (haibun)
fiercely burning fire setting the outback ablaze devastating all the thunder of hoofs as desperate animals flee birds overhead fleeing the greedy flames, that devour all they met leaving charred remains of those too weak, sick or even just to
RAINBOW
This is a series of poems I had written in regards to nature. The first letters will spell out the word.
October…. The Goddess
Sights of brilliant foliage inspired this poem.
Chance with Time
I often think of time as short and why do we wait to see the other side....
Durango
Beautiful spot!
Moonlight
Wrote this recently. Was walking in Marsaxlokk and a friend's told me to stop and look and I did and tried to articulate the beauty of the moon on the sea. I came up with a metaphor of dancing children in glittering sandals. Kind of like the 12 dancing princesses :-)
Summertime
I love being outside. Observing life going on around me. I love the 4 seasons.
To A Cricket
Little cricket,little cricket Praytell me your happy tale,Or is it a sad one,my cricket hiden behind a vail. I cannot see you,little cricket. But I hear your sad or marry song. Oh if I only knew my cricket, The meaning of your singing quite long. You
Late Summer Sorrows
The changing of the seasons making sounds through the night.
ONE ANCESTORY
WE ARE A COLONY OF HUMAN SPECIES ON PLANET EARTH
Gifts.......
Mother Nature has been so kind to offer such beauty that many others are quite blind Majestic mountains and flowing rivers rolling oceans, shimmering seas I am truly one of the the lucky ones for I can really see The beauty of the sunrise
FEEST
THIS POEM I HAVE WRITTEN TO HONOUR LIFE AND LOVE. S.F
Sleep
The wind blows cold outside The hidden moon behind the cloud Mountian tops overpower the horizon A drop of rain falls on my cheek Not long now before she returns I can feel her icy breath Leafs drop to their doom The land grows ever more sil
my trek of the day
this poem described my trek today
~~~~ House On the Hill ~~~~~
For some they forget about the little houses on the hilltops...
Flowers and Sky
Tulips in the beds wave their beautiful petals the sun beams on them ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Roses glimmering jewels every one of them a perfect picture ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Star light cloaks the world each a twinkling delight a pro
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.
The Old October Sky
Our mood matches changes in the seasons.....