My Garden.
I promised not to forsake this site, I have found a window of opportunity, before I journey to England and New Zealand within the next few days, look forward to being a little more pro-active next April/May.
The Short Death
These are troubling times but times full of incredible promise. Despite the ups and downs I feel incredibly blessed.
Igneous
A mix of science and astrology...the closest I have for a zodiac-challenge poem.
Afternoon Delight
One of those rare moments .............
NATURE
...Nature at it's best!
Cat Island
Sea rise sunset dragonfly moon exotic island Sunday afternoon. Easy living lost life found Amerindian ancient ground. Herons feed rich wetlands; undisturbed coastline white sands. Magenta smile knotted headdress magical powers vo
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
Tremors
Im in Christchurch for 5 daysto help, through my work, the earthquake scene down here. Getting ready to put some things together for a hard week tomorrow, but a very rewarding one.. Sophia
come on............
i think i have heatstroke .....he he
When Nothingness Matters
This sonnet is written as a sublime portals of slightly warmer runoff water enters a slowly swollen stream just beginning to rise with the coming of the first warm rains of spring over a land still frozen in winter time.
Dreams of Sparkly Things
Just imagining completely looking through the eyes of a great snowy owl in this one....
Encounter with a Creche of Eiders
I’m on vacation at Cape Neddick, Maine. "His head was cut off, and carried to Orodes, the Parthian king, who ordered liquid gold to be infused into his mouth, that he, who thirsted for gold, might be glutted with it after his death." (an excerpt from the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Dialogue Concerning Oratory, Or The Causes Of Corrupt Eloquence, by Cornelius Tacitus)
Mountain Glory
Under the rich green canopy of a mountain forest In a twisting, gurgling stream one may find the ever exclusive brook trout.
A Hidden World
Rediscovering an incredible abundence of life right out there in a field of tall grass, a hidden world which 99.9 % of us have maybe never seen...well perhaps since our own childhood.
blades of green
blades of green rise from the brown spreading all around soon to be sprinkled with yellow all aglow in the sunshine wings of gossamer flit as they hover in the air before landing amid the splendour of the brightly hued décor painted
What Matters
Descriptive little sonnet about just little beautiful things that fill our day with color and place and sense of time and purpose and bring comfort and peace and just exist.
finish my poem
That's as far as I got
Rainbow
Its been raining alot here in North Florida and the little apple of my eye wanted me and her to write a poem together.Hope you enjoy it was mostly her I just helped a tiny bit.
The Mystery Of SELF
In Silence I sit and Ponder The Mystery Of SELF in this vast mysterious universe What Am I? What is anyone? I Exist at least I believe I exist I see the world through my eyes But what are my eyes? Are they just the product of the history o
Mysteries of the Earth
Abstract of life.
My Meadow Bright
A sonnet to celebrate the short and beautiful flowers of spring found everywhere on the forest floor before the leaves of a canopy emerge....it's a truly magical scene...especially the little woods anemones......my favorite.
Autumn
This is the time to really appreciate nature.
Forty Years and Forty Nights
Talking about one generation...in the ageless and timeless cycles of life...what all can we ever hope to understand about its fleeting nature?
S P A C E
Many people all around Different Noises Different sounds watch as they pass me by Giving me that keen eye. Taking it all in, Different walks Different grins Every color from black to white. All kinds of reactions at this moment at thi
We Share The Same Sun
Lying down in a patch of vernal ground.
Contemplation
Every morning he walked the path through immortal trees Just right before dawn while natures at peace Deep in the forest he listened to the shivering leaves Celebrating th
Said The Blind Man
A blind mans wish. Thanks for reading, be blessed!
A WORLD OF THREE DAYS
THE WORLD IS BUT THREE DAYS
Paddling into Paradise (Soulgoddess' Challenge)
I am fortunate to live in one of the most wildest and rural landscapes in America, teaming with abundent wildlife, so at any moment during my many sojourns into nature is found what I can only define as my Carpe Diem...that is simply to watch and 'enjoy nature'....
Tiny Blue Planet..
Tiny blue planet spinning in space Weep thou for us This human race In silence so vast We journey through time In war and hate This cosmic crime The palace of understanding We have not found Our septer is pride
Marvels of Migration Part 1 (Pt 2 is continuation)
Read the continuation to finish, as Part 2 for Further information on this fascinating subject. Read Godwits-Long haul Champions by Keith Woodley over 200 pages of facts, photos and a good read.
Spring Pastures
Sharing some sights and sounds of rural New England farmlife
Evening song
This poem is reflective of a hard working farm life and ultimate enjoyment that nature brings…
Beauty Most Everywhere!
I There is much beauty for all to see With the eyes of faith and simplicity For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft With stars and scents and the breezy draught II The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower The bowery green and t
let's do it
with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter
Infinite Creation
Giordano Bruno
skin
that bruised and contused epidermis after a skirmish bandaged and anti-somethinged for whatever next is coming that fleshed out scathe of open wound from what was said and the way the knife turned as it quickly sliced out pride some dil
A Throwing Stone
The life and times of a beach stone made for skipping once in the span of humanity on earth. Okay..maybe twice....
Crooked Fence
kickit22's challenge: http://www.latimes.com/news/science/sciencenow/la-sci-sn-fermilab-higgs-boson-hadron-collider-20120702,0,4043044.story
Dark Eyed Baby Robin
Spring is finding a cracked robin's egg lying in the long dark green grass. Any piece of shell with a delicate pale blue if it catches my attention. Then it is so true I look up intuitively for an outline above of a well built nest.
SPRING
some true occurrences Tweaked 8/25/17
Awakening
I wanted to try haiku and am unsure of the correct way to do it. So would some of you kind poets please help me. This poem is about the day of a poor little sunflower being woken by the sun. If this is not haiku would someone or all please change wording to make it one and tell me what I have done wrong. Thank you so much for your time. I switched it out and retitled it. Thanks so much to all and the ones who emailed too. I got it now. Yeah!!!!!!! I can haiku :-)