the evening rose
the primrose has a legend very few know. It is also known to open up its bloom just before a valcano erupts.
The Timber Wolf
the pack is very complex and highly organized. Only the alpha male and female mate, they both can and do stare the others down to stop both fights and non alpha's from mating. There are usually around twelve in a pack. On average they hunt a range of 60 miles in diameter and can run up to 40 miles an hour and cover 50 miles a day. Non breeding females produce milk and nurse the pups while young males compete to baby sit. They hunt birds and mammals such as deer and caribou and do a howling chorus before the hunt. A litter of pups consist of one to eleven, they are born blind and deaf.
kicking back
Sitting on my porch having a beer In the distance the waves I hear This spot I have found Is rare and I have been around Ive travelled afar but nothing compares at hand To the peace and beauty Ive found the good land Its a magical place
Into the mist
Awake at dawn to the cold feel of the valley air My swag wet from the night dew The sun not yet above the mountain ranges The faint smell of the ocean lingers I stand and with wet feet and admire her perfect form Picking up my beauty with my
The White Tiger
The White Tiger is a sub strain of the Bengal Tiger weighing up 300kg and reaching up to 3 meters in length he is not an albino to produce more white cubs both parents must also carry the defective recessive gene only then will more whites be born they have blue eyes. This beautiful creature is nearly extinct there have been no confirmed or recorded sighting in the wild now for over 50 years they are incredible swimmers they protect and hunt in a patch of up to 75 square miles in size
Exmoor Stream (for fellsman)
rhyme does my head in lol
Blessed
I wrote this by the beach on 18th June 2000
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.
daffodil
In the ground They sit and wait Under the weight of the frozened ground Snow lays dormant laying all around Frost chills the air White snowflakes every where They wait for summers spring The suns glare To rise and be reborn again Wi
MAMA OCEAN
I read Paloma's poem Contemplation and this poem sprang into my mind. I couldn't get to paper fast enough. Odd how when that happens. Thanks for the unknowing nudge Paloma.
snow
Cold ice snow drifts Cars coverd in snow People trapped know where to go Trapped in drifts of snow cars abandand Services down gales of snow drifts Its spring time One would never know Lambing season sheep being born Some dying wit
watching
World hour day.
My Vision (smmerwind's challenge)
hope you like this. Phyllis, this is how I would like our world to be I live in hope some day it will come true
Seasons
I love each one anew
Break of Dawn
lovely time of day I like being the only human in this secluded valley
Life
Late-night thoughts.
Water
I saw this actually happen in a documentary shown on TV I ask you all what right have we to do such things? Man has inhabited the earth but a short time. Animals have been here since the dawn of time Kill them off with our stupid senseless way and we kill ourselves. For as much as they can live without us, we can not live without them
crocs lunch
On the boat we travel the nile Floating hiding crocs living in the nile Sunbathing on the beaches There thickend skin catching the rays of the sun Warming there bodies like a oven glove Nesting on the beach covering their eggs from the blazi
A Lake Somewhere
just whimsical thoughts
The Ancient Tree
a photo I was sent of a beautiful tree in a clearing
Beinn Nibheis (venomous mountain)
As most of you will know Beinn Nibheis is Ben Nevis which in Gaelic meaning venomous or malicious mountain in a 5 year period responsible for 13 deaths. Usige Beatha means water of life in Gaelic
Words from within
This is brought about thru childhood hopes and aspirations for flora and fauna of the world.
Atlantic Wind....
Living on the west of Ireland, you must shake hands with the wind....
"Daudi"
Don't you just Love Elephants I'm sure they fall in love Even though they, make their journey alone Daudi Swahili for "Beloved"
Tiger in Aries (acrostic
my first attempt at this type of poetry
statues
the ripples of the sand the sea in troughs of puddles some large and small the sand blown up against the sand breaks and the steps the statues of crosby the metal army some standing tall some half hidden buried up to their waists thees m
Igneous
A mix of science and astrology...the closest I have for a zodiac-challenge poem.
Between The Lines
sunset
Beauty In Nature
Snowing outside
Its Nothin'.
I do believe that the song is self explanatory I wrote it in about 20 minutes.
Claws of time
I'm stuck in the claws of time the smile on my face, seldom's from the heart. Moment lingers and nutures the pang of anger in me. My reflection in the mirror depicts a horrible picture. I do not wish to succumb to the grooms of torture, oh!
The Stallion
as a horse lover and for many years an instuctor with my own stables I felt the need to express myself in this field hope u like the twist
RAINBOW OF COLORS
"I JUST THOUGHT A RAINBOW IS SO MUCH IN COMMON WITH THINGS ABOVE AND AROUND US, AND COLORS DO HAVE A WAY IN TELLING PEOPLE'S ATTITUDE AND MOODS"
Spring Meadows
Maybe getting a little ahead of myself as I long for end of winter that the growing, glowing, warming sun will bring.
Life
Like sand; through a hand It scatters on the wind. Like leaves; Floating down the fall will end. The swirling, spinning, ride can fill you up inside. Can't make it last, love it now before it's past. Try to take control, and it cuts like a
I look to the sky
I look to the sky and my heart shouts for freedom I look to the eagles to show me the way to go Only one way to go and thats up only one way to go and thats up to the sky from where i stand
Snowdrop Valley....
Dreaming of the snowdrop valley....
shadow of a nightingale
Who hears the sweetest sound, a secret tune when no ones around. The crickets chirping lullaby, or the wind through the willows and it's comforting sigh. The deep blue shades bring the melodies of night, that dance in the dusk, and shy from th
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
Life journey
First breathe, the begining of death, As the world turns, everyday a child is born.. Survival becomes a journey sometimes slow and steady sometime rough and messy torture awaits little effort, in the world of fantasy some seek comfor
Gorgess.........
a jewel in a desert of sugarcane...........
Poetic justice
Facts