Let the Planet Fly
My hope for the future, that when we reach the crunch point, we as humanity will make the choice to grow in soul and wisdom, instead of mind and comfort. A hope that we will learn to grow with the planet, be one with life, rather then try to fit shifting insubstantial social status's.
YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS
what to say.. i love it
One Winter Night
These cold, colorless New England winter nights sedate such solemn feelings.
The Wanderer...
Floating down a river The sun warming my skin, The wind going through my hair, The water lapping over my bare feet and arms, Whispering ever so softly, "Come, unite with me! " Watching the sun set, Its warmth embracing me, The afternoon air
The Fleeting Wind!
Tis written in the wind, Softly in one ears! Do you hear it? Life's enchanting music.
The Seas shanty...
The smoky breath of Poseidon, Billowing over wintered wings. Gracefully touched by ice maidens, Silent thoughts magically sing. The mother's crystalline wine, Flows over verdant isles. Glimmering like an ancient shrine, A mirror expanding en
The Moon Will Cry
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
A Winter's Thaw
A reflective poem sharing some introspective thoughts and feelings about winter life when after many frozen days comes a little January thaw which 'more' than serves to refresh a winter-weary soul. :)))
Whitianga Dawn
waking up to the sounds of the ocean right across the road as dawn exposes the beauty of Whitianga..........a very special place a very special time
crystal wish..........
the energy in this forest is amazing ..........the forest an the spring are absolutely astounding......i am totally overwhelmed by the natural beauty of this place ..........a place to collect thoughts ......dream an wish ........
The Beach
Waves crashing against the shore The gulls stealing wanting more soft satisfaction under your feet gotta love that summer heat kids castles everywhere you go watch out for that crab he will grab that toe smell of clamcakes in the air I
February Frost.
Protecting the precious things we hold close
A Winters' Sunrise
Out one early mid-winter morning I strolled across the scenes above, for truly silent becomes the night when a new day and a new year is being born. I'm making references when ice forms is has colors, usually blues and yellows, and the reason is that forms contains divalent atoms of copper(blue) and iron(yellow); thus considering the source of ground springs that will form ice cover over stones which I'm calling glass is actually ice. And the owl, oh well, he was just there watching everything and telling me what was going on. :)
Icicles
Reminiscing through frosty windows and dangling icicles such that sometimes I am feeling rather blue to be confined inside my house on many such stormy winter days.
Beware the Woman Cook!
When I wrote this poem I was hungry! Lol
afternoon hues
soaking in the afternoon with a very special person........
Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!
I love to watch the snow flakes from my dinning room picture window! The Magical snow touches deeply within my soul of God's grandeur!
Tollway: [West] Points Home
Rake the sky Colorful Strands Caress Inside Clouds Memories Drift by A painted Bob Ross Lullaby
Dreams of Sparkly Things
Just imagining completely looking through the eyes of a great snowy owl in this one....
1:21, Leaving for a walk.
I rise, bright darkness giving way. The house feels different without the intrusion of day. I know this hall as an old friend should, night our sweet love song. I pass the clock, slower now, for it knows the night is long. Everything is better he
Why? Why? Why?
The poem is about today's social standing, how people interact with the environment and vice versa.
Equal beauty
KG this is from you
Summer What Have You Done
Wearing flip-flops in the winter which is December what a 60°. The weather is light with a warm wind blowing in the air slapping up next to you with the smell of summer still in its air. The smell in the air is full of us we smell from
leaving ...........
leaves ......... not what you may have first thought ..he he
Snarl of the Tiger!
Tis the law of the jungle, Eat ye or be eaten!
The Cascading Stream of Life!
Enjoying the flow of life!
Deer Hunting
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......
My World, Your World, Lost world
If I can lift a finger, someone might lift a hand
misty moon
it speaks for itself .......
Free Land
We look out into the country to see all of his beauty. We can even see the stars all day and night. Which is a pure delight. For the land is open and free for as far as you are from your neighbor. Just look at all that beauty and all that c
The Beauty of Nature
The beauty of nature I am. I am beautiful and everything that follows beautiful. I am simply a smile, a blessing from God. My beauty stands out and attracts positive things. My beauty shines within me bright like the stars gleaming at night. I am bea
Epitaph to Autumn.
A WEATHER SYNOPSIS AS AUTUMN GIVES WAY TO WINTER THAT LEAVES US WITH THE QUIETUDE OF HOPE.
My Cat
About my cat!
Warmth Comes
You layer up as if to say cold stay away. Warmth is here T O D A Y. The more you put on the warmer still until heat has sunk in to stay. Go about your business today for winter is on it's way. Yet warmth is a frame of mind. Say tha
to belong
nature's finest......
My Little Leaf
This sonnet pays tribute to each and every leaf I have ever shared my life with.
A Quiet Shoreline
The sonnet is reflective of a quiet nightime stroll down by the sea on those rare occurrances when the sea is calm and all the stars are out shining brightly. I contemplate what I must do to capture this feeling and make it last in my mind.
Grain of Life
I am a sensitve soul Only one heart to hold With time I wither My life coming down to a sliver But I'll never grow old I'll come to be the cinder thats spread across your fingers But still this heart I hold is limber I fall Far and deep
Evening song
This poem is reflective of a hard working farm life and ultimate enjoyment that nature brings…
here it comes
The first of the summer rains ...........its been really dry an just the odd shower ........this feels like the first of our wet season .....slow but steady rain.......
Felix Falls
Fearless Felix faces fall from 24 miles above earth’s crust stepping out of space capsule door one step to free-falling, without flinch in God’s or in science’s trust. Humbling moment, one with all that ever was or will ever be no thought o
Halloween 2012
Upon watching CNN about the superstorm.