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"That too shall pass!" Calm Stillness follows Turbulence no matter how rough the waters may be. Hold On!
Global warming is more than keeping warm.....
Nature's Silent Healer
Blossoms And Bubbles As I entered the garden the scents enticed rampant rose blossom the arches fenced. Cascading aromatic blossoms greeting me amidst the climbers were the sweet pea. In the centre stood the patio so glamorous sparkling
Every beginning will reach its end add 2 lines 9/16/17 twk/3/31/22
graceful hummingbird flying forward and backward sipping sweet nectar
the world that I used to inhabit I think that I shall miss it what manner of god would wish this and offer all manner of luxury then turn as that of a sheet forcing caesar's ghost to take a seat I had no sooner swallowed bait, then taken mad .
I wrote this when I was nineteen. It defines my love for Nature, Beauty and Truth which has remained unchanged.
every morning different, yet the same...
The sylvan landscape stretched for miles reached across golden fields by stiles. Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles. Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles that wandered willy nilly like juvenile
Soothing sound of the murmuring breeze Entwined with the sound of rustling leaves Refreshing my tired worn-out spirit Energising it with the soothing bliss of Nature's comforting balm of peacefulness Ind
a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond
been awhile since i passed this way.........
Driving by the military cemetery one morning, I chanced upon spying an eagle resting on a service member's headstone. It was quite touching and inspired this little poem.
we have a cone shaped mountain in NZ...once seen never forgotten.....
Into the bare cold room He enters a figure bare Paraded for all to see They glare and watch From top to toe They seek His soul hidden from eyes that watch for they cannot peek They drell and peek His modesty bare He stands his pose H
Inspired by Beltane a while back. Fitting to share before May is gone. Blessed be, all those who move with the dance of life.
So was it a riot or was it a riot.
just fun
revenge the earth will do if we don't stop miss treating her
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. Poetic Prose
Four seasons in one day, a song no longer, but a prediction Four seasons in one day, will because of our hydro-carbon addiction.
Come take a train ride with me through the Canadian prairies! "ALL A-B-O-A-R-D-D !!!!!!" ( This was the cry from the conductor just before the train left the station)
twilight, a special time of day...
Spring arrivals of waves and waves of returning songbirds across the northern New England countryside.
As the moon falls a darkness is rising and so I must be the light to set this world on fire….
Almost seemed like spring but a bit early for that!
He shone his strength of light with weary feet he stole the night To hasten to ones call howls of beauty throughout the dawn captured, to her radiant scorn Of pity and sadness she had broke her silence To bloom among the dunes to shel
ON HIS PEARCH MY LITTLE FRIEND SITS HIS BLUE AND WHITE FEATHERS CLEAN AND BRIGHT CHIRPPING INTO HIS MIRROR HE SITS BRINGING ME SUCH DELIGHT I OPEN HIS DOOR OF HIS CAGE, HE POPS OUT HIS HEAD AND GOES BACK IN AGAIN WITH AN HELPING HAND I BRINGS
Photosynthesis, what an amazing process of nature.....(in many ways)...........................................................................................................................................
When you are happy with some one you care for does it matter what hangs above or below
Did God create badness just to enjoy struggles when would Potters be create did He Muggles bad seeds planted fighting to be good each going against nature hoping could and would holds onto a Bible fights - takes a stand
Spoken in my 'native speak' with its short clipped twang, takes some practice.....haha
Just thinking as we are to approach winter so soon of thinking of the spot by the fireplace to cuddle up to.......
Alone I sit staring at the cold grey sky All around winter's handiwork so silent so beautiful fills the land Drifting lazily upwards pillars of smoke rise ghost-like from the chimneys On the ground below the freshly fallen snow so qui
shadows dark and dull, with a grey sky in winter....
wife hilda told me 'quit writing and come to bed' and I said 'yes dear'.....
After experiencing very little change between seasons, I understand how it can enhance.....for many....giving variety...the spice of life.
nights when rain pounds the roof....
always loved pearls and opals....both are said to be unlucky.....
In Silence I Speak My thoughts, like shifting snow of the mountains high, My mind, like the vast openness of space, My spirit, the rise and fall of the ocean tide, My soul, thirsty like the desert sand, My conscience, like a still pool
Sun and Wind argued fiercely with each other as to which of them really was the stronger Wind said at sea I toss huge ships around and on land I blow trees and houses down Sun said my strength is helping things grow feeding them sunshine with
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