A Winter Solstice
Standing in the Northern Forest of New England on a winter's solstice day.
Tread carefully (Your storm)
My attention span Is like a band It circles like a tram Tread Carefully My mind is self-centred And cannot be entered I am not humbled Just troubled By the would around me Cause I have not found me To deal wit
Mirror
I have wrote this poem for the sake of the contest a friend told me about. i d really like you to say what u think of it and also i have to do a photo considering my photo to take one with a cam, so i need ideas,,,pls help :D
Do You See
the moon
A Crescent Moon
Pondering the shape of a crescent moon
The Rivers Run
A whimsical muse about a fantasy river running along it's way.
The Whispers Of The Night
A whimsicle poem about the night breeze
Economy Surprises
Live, Love, Laugh....
Christmastime On The Trail
A quiet Christmas.
Snow
What is snow.....????? Cold and wet and melty ice and water Let it snow let it snow......
Build me a snowman dream . . . . . . . . . . . .
Got to love snowball fights....
Frost, Tea, and Toast
On some cold New England mornings before the sun gets goings frosty images appear on window pains.
Snowflake Kiss
Every snowflake has a different shape...was first discovered by pioneer photographer Snowflake Bentley in the late 1800's....like a natural kaleidescope of nature is a snowflake and upon touching your lips they instantly melt.
" Oh Glorious Night "
Just thinking as we are to approach winter so soon of thinking of the spot by the fireplace to cuddle up to.......
The Greatest Snippet from a Tree
Nature's Silent Healer
~ I want answers now! ~
world and mind are same.. I think all our surroundings are just illusions. but mind show them as objects! but actually they are just collections of particles..
Romance is.........
Letting others know that love is hard to keep and hard to let go of. However just stand your grounds and do not forsake who you are and this is the time so many want to hang on and others want to hurt than to let go...
Broken Allegiance
To hurt nature is to hurt ourself!!!
*~Soaking up the stars of the midnight sky's~*
Wow what Heaven really will be like... To be soaking in all of the stars of the midnight skys....
Silence is so wonderful~~~~
Sometimes it is nice to be quiet and not a word said SSSHHHHHHHH ah it is so sweet the quiet place.....
Man or Boy?
Boys play house. Men build homes. Boys shack up. Men get married.Boy make babies. Men raise children. A boy wont raise his own children. A man will raise his own and someone else's. Boys invent excuses for failure. Men produce strategies for success.
MY LITTLE FRIEND
ON HIS PEARCH MY LITTLE FRIEND SITS HIS BLUE AND WHITE FEATHERS CLEAN AND BRIGHT CHIRPPING INTO HIS MIRROR HE SITS BRINGING ME SUCH DELIGHT I OPEN HIS DOOR OF HIS CAGE, HE POPS OUT HIS HEAD AND GOES BACK IN AGAIN WITH AN HELPING HAND I BRINGS
Late Autumn Fields
Experiencing a walk in a New England field in late November
A New Day Dawning..
Carpe diem Indeed seize this day...
A World Alive
Being thankful for such a life we have
The Caves
About some caves in South Africa which I found awsome.
Beauty has no eyes
What would the beauty of creation be if no one knew of it..
THE PUZZLE
As an adolescent my curious mind contemplated our existence. Eventually my thirst for knowledge has answered many of my queries sufficiently (always researching tangible, logical, historical & scientific EVIDENCE). But having an unquenchable poet's soul led to this bit of food for thought from back then.
RESTORATION
This is my favorite poem. I wrote it for an arbor day contest in the british virgin islands quite a few years ago. It talks about the trees of the island being stripped away for the sugar cane plantations in the 1800's and what damage it had caused. The poem is a reminder of how people can damage their environment for selfish gain and implores future generations to plant trees and conserve. Tortola is known as the Land of the Turtledove.
Good Night Moon
A moon goddess!!
~~~~WALKING PAST THE END~~~~~~
IT IS OKAY TO HIT A DEAD END ZONE IF YOU KEEP ON GOING AND NOT LET YOURSELF DROWN IN YOUR OWN FROWN.....
On Autumn Winds
Features of willfull dispersion....
Last Leaf Has Fallen
Beginning of winter
The Grey Charlatan
There is usually a day in late fall when its really drab and cold telling winter is in the wind. I experienced this the other day as I crested a vantage point where I could see for 30 miles.
~a day in the life of~
The time that you love as you stride through four seasons with fingerless gloves. Mare is in heat in time she will fole there's frost in the mountain while close rivers run cold. Brows fill with sweat as you stack winter's heat fence li
Cry of the poet
Its about the chaos in the world.
Oestrus Moon
There's a lot to explain here.....(laughs).. out here in the boondocks...
Night Flowers (Midnight in the Garden)
The sweet fragrance of flowers that bloom only at night...... perhaps pollinated by moths and attractive more by smell than by sight...interesting analogy.....isn't it? Evening Primrose (Oenothera) Angel's Trumpet (Datura innoxia) Night scented Stocks (Matthiola longipetala var. bicornis) Giant Evening Star (Mentzelia decapetala) Night Phlox "Midnight Candy" (Zaluzianskya capensis) Four O'Clocks (Mirabilis jalapa) Daylilies "Moon Frolic" and "Toltec Sundial" (Hemerocallis)
For me a man
Manly. Food. To my soul, mind, body. Yummy.
Catch of the Day
Catch of the Day A man,his canoe and without any crew, Sets out down yonder to oceans clear blue, Casting his line,with nothing but time, He hums a tune, then swallows a brew, But never ever,does he twiddle his thumbs, One slip o
First Snowflake Fly
Spoken in my 'native speak' with its short clipped twang, takes some practice.....haha
'Past Finding Out'
glory of creation..