The Perfect Man
He will be tall or small. A good heart. A man complex backed with a good nature. Fun but serious Talented but silly when required. Compassion with desire He may be the perfect man But for my part I will do all I can
what the world doesnt see
I wrote this in the night, while parked at a rivers edge ... I carry a notebook with me almost always
RESTORATION
This is my favorite poem. I wrote it for an arbor day contest in the british virgin islands quite a few years ago. It talks about the trees of the island being stripped away for the sugar cane plantations in the 1800's and what damage it had caused. The poem is a reminder of how people can damage their environment for selfish gain and implores future generations to plant trees and conserve. Tortola is known as the Land of the Turtledove.
Going Back To The Origins
Going Back To The Origins 10^50 feet,10^49 feet,10^48 feet, ...,down,down coming down through definite sky 1000 feet, 100 feet,..., 5 feet and 10 inches in a flat landscape this year, last year, 10 years ago, back back going back more 100
Garden at the Edge of the World
In the distance huge waterfalls plunged out of sight as the clouds passed by to the naked eye a place as yet unseen in a place somewhere there lay for the dreamer a home a place to dwell garden at the edge of the world where raindrops jo
Listen To Nature
Beauty All around us and yet not a Sound To let us look up to see what Nature Has laid out for Thee. Just look up one time to the colors in the trees. Listen to the Music mother nature is playing for thee. Try to let the Beauty ar
Corn
just musing around, where are all our poets, winter hibernation?
Born This Way
Tagore said: I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Here I want to say: I am none of the wheels of destiny but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Although a flower is beautiful and enviable, the grass is also great and contribute to soil conservation. Now that destiny gives us a different life, people should respect and love each other.
The Little Fir Tree part One
There was a plantation of fir trees for some unknown reason, most of them were three to four years old but one It was only in its first year of growth When Christmas drew near, the loggers came and started to cut down some of the oldest The l
The silver back of midnight
Just a thought come to mind
Beauty In Everything
Beauty is everywhere you look.
eternal springs of water
The cool looking blue lake lay still and peaceful around the mountains looked down on her while all around the trees and grassy bank lay still, restful, fresh the morning air and into this quiet scene she stepped unrobed into the water cool,
~~~~ Writing ~~~~
Letting others know it is okay to share a feeling or two.
The Night Of The Comet
This poem is a dramatization of Halley's Comet and the most famous event when the Earth was threatened back in 1910. Written 10th June 2013
You
of a rose (by Flor-Fiori Cesare)
Into the Night
This is my sweet daughter Meriwether, the baby. It's short she was 12 when she wrote it..now 23 and about to be married..times trudges on!
Melodramatic Compulsion
Water is fickle like a women; beautiful, mutable and alluring.
Rain
I usually write things from experience.
~~ Water ~~
Thirst
River running
You can find me in the backwoods makin my mends Kicked back where the river bends Posted up high in a tree The best things in life are always free There's nothing like river running being outdoors There are so many things roaming the shores
As The Murray River Mourns
Our lovely river is crying in despair....
*~Soaking up the stars of the midnight sky's~*
Wow what Heaven really will be like... To be soaking in all of the stars of the midnight skys....
waking color
Golden sunbeams drape your presence Silver moon storm, no dust settles Purple soul light hides under your covers Green forest paths lead to your gate In a daze my lover stirs Still hearing voices from such distant lands I am hear beside you
PLACES TO BE - Amsterdam
Amsterdam is fascinating!
Spring
Spring for some, over here its cooling into Autumn/Fall
THE CAVE
I wrote this poem after viewing a picture sent to me by my friend Shrop Lad. A picture of a cave facing the Sea somewhere in the vicinity of the home of Dylan Thomas the poet, where he lived in Wales
~~~~~ Season's Do Change~~~~~
Well Fall is a favorite time of the year and a great season to change to as it has so many things to offer. I quess that is why I like Fall time.....
flood
about the floods that surrounded my house and a few people sightseeing!!
Warmth Comes
You layer up as if to say cold stay away. Warmth is here T O D A Y. The more you put on the warmer still until heat has sunk in to stay. Go about your business today for winter is on it's way. Yet warmth is a frame of mind. Say tha
decisions
i wrote this poem to help me and others
A Beauty
Happy that I have this beauty in my home
Dear Human
I wrote thispoem in 2011 when the rhino poaching started to esculate dramatically. I feel VERY stongly about nature and was purely inspired by first hand breeding experience with these magic beasts.
November Frost
Visions from the old farm.
hummingbird
thinking about how there is never enough time to accomplish everything in a day.
THE PUZZLE
As an adolescent my curious mind contemplated our existence. Eventually my thirst for knowledge has answered many of my queries sufficiently (always researching tangible, logical, historical & scientific EVIDENCE). But having an unquenchable poet's soul led to this bit of food for thought from back then.
The Wolf
The Wolf Where can I go? There’s no where left. The land of forests is bereft? Persecuted all our lives, From the dawn of time, From the first flint knife. Sacrificed as offerings, Stories told in different tribes, Warriors fought wearing
A Beautiful Day
One breezy day suddenly this simple idea came in my mind about the day. I had some sort of tranquil and ecstatic feeling at that time.
The Pagan Mister
on lammas-eve, a witch of the dust stands before lugh with her breast bared against his twilight (which beckons august). silver third eye blinking up towards the moon- sliver of smile, summer soir goddess brighter than a bonfire at midnight n
Family
Three monkeys is the place to gather for the monkeys you see. They hang out and climb the poles and trees. They swing play in all the seat and spaces you see for they are having fun with all the C O M P A N Y. For you see the monkey
To fly
A lonely seagull flies the winds Majestic... soaring...gliding wings A single screech sounds from the sky Come fly with me... come here and fly My spirit floats to be a part I feel the beating of its heart My soul, one with this bird of
My Quiet Summer Dream
The mind needs to rest and to fill itself with inner tranquility with peacefulness from time to time.
The universe doth spin
pretty random but good to get a poem going on a cool day here