The Old October Sky
Our mood matches changes in the seasons.....
Summer Rains
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
Earth
This one I wrote was 12-10-1993. This is the idea of pre-history, history, future tense post-history and then a time when there will be no history at all. With Thanksgiving drawing near, you may want to be sated with what you have now. It's better than being solo. Like Earth.
The Storm
The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher. The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow. The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The tre
I am more wave than water
Luna looses her grip of the tides issuing laced waves to caress sand and stone, hues of color surrendering to gray, sweet cool air providing whispers to the willows and the footfalls of a solitary poet offers no echo. There is peace in darknes
Dragonfly
Just Dragonflies
Fire And Rain
This story I wrote is about natural forces and how they can turn against us if we are unprepared to meet their challenge. Please prepare yourself for..."Fire And Rain" (Written 12 January 2013)(Editor: Marikia)
rustic leaves
I looked out from my window onto the ground below beside the small roadway a grassy bank where stood this lonesome tree the early year saw it right bough break by mothers natures hand standing with a missing arm it seemed and now the rusti
that sound alone
"shhhhh.....shissssssh" "be quiet"...whispered "Can you hear that?" . . "What is that sound?" Is it far...a faraway train whistle lonesome from song of mainline? Is it the soft ting of the tea kettle cooling on the stove, bending it
Hawk
Sorry, I was outside feeding the chickens and I heard a hawk and it ran through my head and I had to let it out..
Strong Feather
From the heights can be seen winding roads that are tread, the miles do tell on a foot's sole; any steep climb that bars along way shall only be conquest by Faith. Years do wither a mortal pale cheek but none the interior of the fortress where
HATE HAS NO PLACE
JUDGMENT IS MINE SAYS THE LORD! ITS BETTER THAT WE LEAVE IT TO HIM TO JUDGE! OTHER WISE DO WE REALLY KNOW WHAT OTHERS ARE GOING THROUGH! HAVE YOU EVER BEEN JUDGED?
The Wanderer...
Floating down a river The sun warming my skin, The wind going through my hair, The water lapping over my bare feet and arms, Whispering ever so softly, "Come, unite with me! " Watching the sun set, Its warmth embracing me, The afternoon air
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I am the land The land is me Together, we are
AUTUMN
You shall notice the first words will spell the word AUTUMN. And out of those first words the poem is written. It denotes this season of Autumn upon us now in New Jersey.
Nature....Displayed
flowerpot
Bon Fire
Flames, darkness, smoldering ashes A place to hang out and meet new people A place that allows you To be yourself Where in spite of the darkness You can see a person better Their true self A place where you can enjoy yourself Forgetting all
Flower
a poem I wrote years ago
A Walk to the Meadow
Fun little poem I wrote one day because I had Frost's poem in my head lol
Garden Just For You
I wrote this for my mother because she is in wheelchair and loves the garden, so every year I go out and plant her a small garden in the patio outside our front door, so she can sit in her chair and enjoy the perfume from the flowers.
February fly
January fly just doesn't have panache
LEAVE ME BE
This must be how a poor fish feels when fishing is carried out in the name of sport. Is this humane?
Winter Come
A poem describing the coming of winter.
~~~~~HOME SWEET HOME~~~~~~~
Just a write to write.....FOR SOME THIS IS HOME.......
volcanic ash
The sky full of ash The roar the anger from the dust cloud Fire and ash and lava pour into the blackend sky Beneth the town of. Pompie The poeple rush to evacuate to save what precious gifts they can take away Most have left some stay n
Puddles
Curly haired sunshine dancing in the rain Splashing in the puddles, some say she's insane Lost in her own world of melody and fun It might be raining but she's away with the sun She's entranced by the patterns and symmetry divine Ever expandin
Huon Pine
On top of Hill Huon Pine Overlooks the world
Nature's Harmony
Alone in the wilderness makes my life complete
Fire
This is about unrest
Rain
Rain is everywhere no matter where we are some get it heavily others sparsely yet it is very much like life itself we get good rain and bad we just have to adjust to overcome obstacles. Was going to have a break but mind keeps ticking over and words want to flow, whether its good or indifferent it helps me to put down how I think or feel. So again the feelings get me to pen more.
common as muck
Sparrows shouting and black birds too How I wish I was in the uruweras with you Only the thrush is mellow and inventive If somewhat clichéd The tui speaks with nectiferous eloquence If only I could heat their jazzy solos Sung over the son
Wait The Sun.....
as we in the southern hemisphere look forward to summer, those in the north, wait the fall and winter.......
Bleached Winds
its about the snow to come in DE
sea
sea why do you draw me so its always been this way i love to find you where ever you are and gaze on you as the morning star rivers why do you draw me so compelled i am to look from humble start brook, stream, river too upon bank or brid
i dont like titles
theres no about really alot of what i write is flow of consciousness and i rarely do revisions in a m,edium such as this im more of a journaler than a poet i think i used to be a poet/songwriter...who knows ive also written a number of poems on the fly on this site over the years but they are in forums under poetry mostly
"Endings"
The beauty of nature...
Earthbound
earthquake again
Finding my reflection
just being me
Outdoors
Thoughts upon a summers day.
The wild garden
The wild garden is like the soul of a woman - mysterious and wild Here grow the most beautiful roses - but be careful, if you break them they hurt you. Here grow the beautiful Belladonna, whose fruits bring healing as well as death. Here gro
Vivo in un posto ...
Vivo in un posto dove le onde arrivano sotto la casa. Un giorno sono giocose e piene di simpatia, L’altro giorno sono minacciose e ti sputano in faccia tutta la loro rabbia, Facendo rumore di un treno impazzito. Ma ogni volta cercano di dirmi qua