The Moon
“And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.” ___Pablo Neruda
The Pond In Its Glory
My Special Haven
FLOATING STARS
I love fireflies or lightning bugs as we call them here. I have always loved them since childhood.
{Nature Is Calling}
Once while I as wlking in a garden, this poem struck me.I observed Nature at its best and this inspired me to write this poem.
My Gran Canaria
After 10 years when I first visited and fell in love with the island I now have the chance to go there and live. I went there recently for a week's recce to check things out and to make sure my vision wasn't a dream gone wrong, only to find I loved it all the more. I leave the UK on July 1st to realise my dream, finally. This poem was written while I was there.
Leaves That Are Green
Special thanks to Simon and Garfunkel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwOgXWOX-iE
for the sky and the bird
tree hugger vacates closet
The Wheel Of Life
The wheel of life keeps turning every day Birth, life and then the subsequent decay All living things must return whence they came The pattern always remaining the same All living things start life's journey at birth Become adult through the p
Volcano
After the eruption envisioned on a remote oceanic island....
{Beyond The Mountain Wall}
There was a poetry competition held in the USA by USA's famous poet, Jack Huber and I was invited to participate.I wrote this poem on a topic "Mountain" and I was awarded a book of poems by Jack Huber as the best poem in the competition.
moonbow...............
Apparently these occur when all the things line up ..................this was mine and Kathy's first..........quite amazing so close and clear and very big
A Song of Spring
Just a little rumbling about spring which will eventually get here I hope....
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.
Beachcomber
At low ebb Eavesdropping On gentle tide He listens to Soft whispering stories Wash on golden shore Mirrored stone Reflect Tales Scribed In salty ink And Driftwood Nomadic outcasts Of the oceanic steppes Refugees Of the turning t
Youre my moon,my star,my sun!
just like that!
Cattle Creek
Under the bridge Where the two rivers meet The cooling waters Soothe weary feet A rumble is heard From the cars overhead As we make our way To the riverbed Crystal waters flow With rhythmic ease From mountain streams Towards the sea As
RAINBOW
This is a series of poems I had written in regards to nature. The first letters will spell out the word.
Wings of Spring
Its Deja vu
Species
Clothing - such a lot of work! But one can learn to appreciate it properly when one is dressing for someone special and near. Adam and Eve weren't hiding, they were the merely the first stripologists on Earth.
Lost
When I have traveled this far Holding on to some cause Finding something sweet In another dimension Folding back upon nothing Frozen in space I stare Cannot move away either Gaze slowly into my eyes Can you see any light Or a reflection of
walk on the wildside
Casual walk By waters edge The swish of water Ebbs and flows Chill of seaside air Whispers of faint sea breeze Fills ones sences The wind ebbes and blows from gentle breeze Sun low in the sky clouds above dark and over cast Cast
Today
break from the cold winter
Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice Winter lashes out with awful fury knowing the solstice means her time soon will end. That tail between legs hangs as days lenghten and land frozen and icy will begin to warm. Winter's raging blizzards coat land white with ma
my home
eastern washington, water of plenty where the columbia flowes,yet not a maney tree congreate. Lakes and marshes full of bird song. Canyons ingraved in basalt cliffs with rolling hills sweeping the land. Earth of clay and sand where the wild flowers b
Muir Woods
A Haiku poem: A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons. In nature there is no good or evil. It's non dualistic. Inspired by Joseph Campbell.
Haiku
quiet crickets sleep under wet Autumn leaves summer forgotten
',' , Ancient Sounds , ', ',
minimalism Inspired by: Creedence Clearwater Revival "Have You Ever Seen The Rain?"
Frogs
Where are all the frogs gone that used to hop in the field at the back of my home Where I used to collect tadpoles and keep them and release them when they were grown Back into the field where new grass was sown, Off they would leap 3 ft i
Life principals
Life is simple and i have learnt to take it very lightly, it would really make sense if we all learn to abide by this principles, at all it is your life.
come on............
i think i have heatstroke .....he he
Rebecca
Today I told my dog "You've gotta make something of me. What are you going to do?" She just huffed and hawed. We cuddle in perfect synchronicity but when it comes to the rest of life she'll pull one way while I pull the other or just fall ov
Equinox
the form used here is Abecedarian which uses each letter alphabetically in turn completely different from the ABC form
MIDNITE TO SEVEN
ANOTHER INTERVIEW ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS EXCITING, AS LONG AS YOU'RE CAREFUL!
"I love you, Goodnight"
The words flashed across the screen, I love you, please don’t forget The last words heard on the phone, “ I love you, good night.” He was on a journey out of touch he’ll call every night............... ya, right s e e y a
Ode to ice
She was a slippery frozen mermaid Just sitting there on a mossy rock at the edge of the creek She was so relaxed and unafraid And I again I searched and found what I did not seek She was with me for just a while Oh, but how she made me smile
A Girl Named Spring
I wrote this as an entry to a poetry contest. It didn't win, but it is now part of an official collection and an audio version was made.
Love on the rocks
10 syllable by 10 syllable one in a hundred then 10 syllable rising to twelve midnight dreams
A man's life
It's all about man's life, i just wanna share with peeps because i believe it's nice piece, our life is a bit complicated, twisted but at the same time it can be very simple and easy. So how is yours? mine is easy because i believe life is simple and so i have learnt to take it very lightly.
Glory
Silent tears streaming from heaven gently gracing fertile ground decorates the living landscape with a whisper of a sound. Small green tendrils lengthen softly water wishes well to all watch the woods and creatures lively welcome earth's res
night sky
Infinet depth of dark deep secrets,awaiting the flow of explorations of ones eye,gazing into paradise of midnite sky. Sparkeling gems suround as moon light pours through,seducing earth below. Sitting silent awaiting the golden gaze of night to exhale
Losing yourself.........
It speaks for itself................