The Welcomed Migrant
Nature's only border is survival.
sueded chap
you weave a thread around my hair and call it not a braid the wind it whispers in my ear this strand: left unrestrained the clouds - they dance in ecs tasy pounding out the rain I watch in thunder I hear in light as trails: gal
The grey ‘’rocks’’
I want to feel again the touch of the grey rocks, I want to hear again their tails. They ‘’ll tell me they are rough; That they are alchemic exhibits made by the five elements, created when….. The earth stud against times’ steady pace in conspira
the watcher
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
Ragnarok
we stood in the frame of time the tree of life bent down to her to whisper poems disguised as wind my forearm is her width entire yet her strength is mine doubled we make our indentations on the fabric of death mine an oaken scr
Waking The World.....
experiencing........that special waking freshness.....
SEASONS OF THE WORLD....
After experiencing very little change between seasons, I understand how it can enhance.....for many....giving variety...the spice of life.
Blue Mountains
The famous Blue Mountains World Heritage Area, about 60 km west of Sydney. The "Blue" colour is caused by the refraction of sunlight through a very fine vapour of eucalyptus oil given off by thousands of trees in the heat of the day.
Texture of Nature...
I love texture... textiles to granite.....chocolate to cheese.....all excite.......my tactile strain....
This Is The Sun....
every morning different, yet the same...
no title
In the hall of hands where the red god runs with the yellow deer time is a sea immortal embedding the magic of mind in shape with smell of smoke and song of flame guiding fingers in paint for I pray to the shamans of a different dream h
no title (Rubaiyat)
not riches in gold like sultans crave but heart be pure and soul be brave shafts of arrows your thought engrave while laying petals on Omar's grave
no title (Rubaiyat)
those penny's about your brow the only crown to which I bow kings and queens on their own feet whose hands not stranger to a plow
DAWN LIGHTS...
You can lie in wait for the explosion of light....which is always spectacular yet brief.....
RUSTIC RAINBOWS
Rustic....special season of autumn...till life re-born
Dark Rainbows
An unusual event.....
LADY IN WHITE
I bought a print of this old picture by Charles C. Curran dated 1913 this past week and it inspired me to write a poem about it.
Just Shadows
shadows dark and dull, with a grey sky in winter....
revisited.........
been awhile since i passed this way.........
Sylvan Landscape---Monorhyme
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
the two trees
your fruit fell from the branches of your mind and ripened soil to flower sight when I was lost and blind outstretched hands that held a nesting place for birds the creatures that so intercepted light when time ran o
MOODS OF THE WIND
I walk 2 miles a day through all kinds of weather
WONDERFUL SIGHT
taking nature for granted....
SEASON CHALLENGE.....
challenge for today....
Afternoon Delight
One of those rare moments .............
Sounds!
wondered what the sound of peace would sound like.
A Sonnet to the breath of Spring
Each Spring we're intoxicated with the new breath of life in its sightless wonder, regardless what part of the Planet we live in, fills us with the joy of life.
~Day of the Riot~
So was it a riot or was it a riot.
Tum tum tum
Tum tum tum come to learn hot is shine we stay in pine give me a coin count the nine I back in time
SILENT SENTRIES
Love to look at these trees when I walk in the park each day. The winter picture reminded me of silent sentries standing guard.
gravity
Gravity pulls From outer space Expands are universe Gravity waves Hidden from view faster faster are universe expands To the far edges of unknown space To the black hole are gravaity pulled Gateway to hidden space
Blue Sky, White Clouds
We are part of Nature and Nature is part of us
Rain
Rain can't steal Anything from anyone As it doesn't know To come silent!
A New Dawn
She calls… A silent whisper of cloud Drifting across the lake… Toward the brilliant trees She calls… A screaming silence Heard by the birds and flowers And the consciousness of slumbers She calls… And we all inner hear The gossamer of h
Sunset Country or Lands to Sand
As a young boy I witnessed first hand, the degradation and the final result 57 years later.
POP- UP-WATER-FEATURE
those lowlands, that fill in heavy rain.....attracting bird-life....
Shadows Of Time......
A tick-tock a magic clock, the hands connected to minds that divide days ,with a consistency that always was an always will be, a driving vision that sets forth the birth of new life ,the seas will fall an stars will rises again, water will flow like
The Tree
Rising high into the sky For centuries stood the tree Bound by roots that run so deep Never to roam the land free So many things hath passed that tree Their l
consumed by noise
The sound of iron on Rolling tracks We travel to detinations end into are world we sit Are ears consumed Noise bellows all around the clatter of sound voices heard laughter screams consumes ones ears Oh to sit and drewl To hear silence
INFERNAL COMBUSTION
Four seasons in one day, a song no longer, but a prediction Four seasons in one day, will because of our hydro-carbon addiction.
Siren (sonnet)
sweet as the song that the Siren sings a voice above the waves cast from world under as the grace of her voice so casually flings building notes with tempest and harmony in thunder where many a man been lured looking into briny wave with s
The Garden
There is a humming at my ear and wave-like sounding from a age-ed tree it's whispers blow like the ocean's hissing spell and stops to open sunlight on my face I sit here on a skirt of green and lock my fingers with that mossy claw above the