Linear way?
So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say? First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears, seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place
For me a man
Manly. Food. To my soul, mind, body. Yummy.
Memories
Writing about memories in relation to a garden, the garden in our minds where memories abide
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
My Alpine Meadow
Sometimes we need to feel a connection to a sense of place and time.
RETIREMENT
Life end of the road.
November Frost
Visions from the old farm.
Beauty never touching the ground
Sun shining bright Life feels alright Leaves all green Flowers in bloom Colors bursting Birds chirping away, Hummingbirds dancing around Making musical sounds Butterflies floating in the sky Leaving their dust behind Bees buzzing around
Your Place in the family of Things.
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
My Vacation
I have been wanting to go to California all my life. Most of my trips as a child were to Arkansas where I went to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis only once. Then it was fishing in Hayward or Gordon, Wisconsin.
Blessed Sleep
Peace .....when the candles go out…….and sleep….
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
DOPO DI ME
Dopo di me voglio che nulla rimanga di me. Bruciatemi, affidate le mie ceneri ad un vento tenero e giudizioso O ad una tempesta amara e disperata. Decidono loro che cosa fare di me senza dover prendere la decisione. Non voglio nessun giudizio, n
Ozarks Rising Sun
it's a shagbark hickory thing..
trucks, waitresses and dockyards
the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up all the stories in her mind
In the dead night of day
I was gullible then later I was... ripped off,stuck,floored,nailed,defamed,ridiculed and more. People suck.
4 SEASONS IN A DAY.....
just me being impatient......and NZ has such a mild and short winter......compared with the UK where I was born......
Sunny day
Her Hair sways, She dances in the sun Her eyes sparkle , She glances at the sun Her heart beats, She feels the heat of the sun Smile dances upon her lips, Beads of sweat drip, Skin bronzed, She basks in the sun.
Falling Leaves
The powerful change of seasons underway prompts me to account for the passage of yet another year.
Just Imagine How The Story Goes?!
Concluded writing this song 7-3 2023. This is another abstract - but is it? I had another name or two for this that I liked better in mind, yet allow me to ask you what title would be best, and perhaps why? lol Until then
Ireland
My wanderer boat, shaked by the winds Brought me to this mysterious island. Like everybody´s dream when you´re castaway, Job, kind people, love maybe... Ireland is the place I dreamed. Ireland is where the hope-green grows. There´s no pla
Firefly
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.
Jungle tales
Just felt like writing some prose, not really a poem
A Dove
Watching the garden outside, eating ice-cream and wondering why I am back. But kind of happy to be back.
What's The Weather Like?
I have been to some of these places. The hottest place I was at was Arizona City, Arizona and the coldest place was Winnepeg, Canada.
Haiku v Senryu
The subtle difference between Haiku & Senryu.
HEALING NATURE.
A scene can change from peaceful to violent.....nature must be respected....
A Battle Cry for Love
A fight song for the endangered warblers. Join me in promoting and protecting our natural heritage and raising environment awareness.
Snow
Perceptions of winter scenes
Leave Me Alone!
There are a lot of busy bodies out there who think they are making the world a better place and are instead just being jerks. I can't stand to see parrots in cages. I went to this zoo where they had so many parrots crammed into a caged area that they had pulled most of the feathers off of each other. You can find this zoo in WI Dells, Wisconsin.
Metamorphosis
A poem about life and faith or death and doubt and everything else in between.
The spring storm
The spring storm comes suddenly dragging clouds along the night. Calms the leaves whispering surreptitiously, joyful birding voice. And starts a rainy dance first, slightly for four p. To suddenly strengthen madness, to be a waterfall that k
Life
My own creation
Ode to Psyche
It's a Poem about Nature, about a butterlfy.
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.
three cheers for the blues
two dogs had I I have to say called one Hipp Hipp called one Hooray Hipp Hipp a husky fearsome, true Hooray a spikey Kerry Blue and so I built my cabin small we hunted game from Spring to Fall time moving on from then to this
Isolation
Just thinking of the Pandemic Which Alert The Whole World Knowing By the name of Covid 19
PANDEMIC
MORE CRAZY THOUGHTS I VOICE HERE.
Polar Bear
You may see him standing, In the white glare of the Sunlight, On wind-blasted panes of ice;- A Winters' Sea compressed, To float across the salty emptyness. Now the Bear stands as a symbol;- As solar light returns to white;- Above a lat
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log, Rudyard Kipling
From "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Nature Haiku 5.7.5.
Nature.