Be quiet......
Just thought of those unreasonable vulgar post on the forums and to see if my English has made a progress during the study.....hehe
Tertiary Colors
Have you ever stopped to notice when mixing colors what miracles are performed? How it is possible for red and green to produce brown while red and blue, a purple hue. What is it that prompts one to create one pair versus another when eit
Seasons
Inspired by question I was asked today... So what's your fave?
my soul a salt bit
feel my love from miles of tales
Stomata in REM
Photosynthesis, what an amazing process of nature.....(in many ways)...........................................................................................................................................
Languishing Heat
Thick, sultry air assails the senses. Languid breezes disinclined to blow; Deny relief from an angry sun, relentless And lazy waters barely flow. Nothing moves; not beast nor man And even time, itself, suspends. And all endure as best they can.
Mornings
I love the early morning's as the sun's first ray of light, shine's so gently and warming the senic landscape sight, it's captivating beauty as the morning dew lifts, the chilly winds surround me I consider this a gift. A day is born and the
~Untouched~
This is a poem of the untouched wilderness. I go there to feel the land..when my Amereican Native heritage beckons me..
~Wild Flowers~
Kinda one of those lazy dazy days of summer
Lisfannon
When I seek solace, this is where I go...to Lisfannon beach, watching the sun go down.
Sweetly sung
Tramping through brambles and nettles to locate the source of such a beautiful sound. A tiny bird, perched high, just singing its heart out. I owe it much yet it asked for nothing.
Joy to my Garden
What can I say...my own little oasis !
dark love.
after studying most old societies I was amazed about some cultures that had a community together. which was normal for the past, cause we weren't that much of a nation. however the world is getting smaller everyday. I wrote this poem not to shout towards other's for having their faith. or important communion or another past time. but merely for these people who need to make deeds out of shallow words. plainly because it's childish. I think a totalitarian world would accomplish more. some even see that as a chaos, though it might be more fair for everyone.
Albatross
Was interested to find out that these birds take cat naps of up to about 100 miles at a time whilst flying......Andrew......xxx
Here
Heat that surrounds me. Almost to much for me to breathe. The sound echoing in my being. Surrounding me like the heat. Bright lights outlined by darkness. The storm is here.
Words of Autumn
Flamboyant Fiery Foliage Falling Loose Leaves Lands Layer Gleeful Golden Groves Glowing Brisk Breeze Brightly Blows Winter Winds Will Whistle But Blessed Beauty Belongs
Rain
Just wishing for a little rain today...
Three Fish
Okay, so it was way more than three casts, and well past dawn before I got my limit... I caught two on the first two casts and got overly optimistic. It took hours to get that ever-elusive third fish. All fisherman are not necessarily liars, we just don't let the truth get in the way of a good fish story - or poem...
The New Garden
Yes, the new garden is blossoming. Flowers, plants and trees absorb the fine golden warmth, and spread their varied hues in unity.
The Faery among us.
I am the faery that I long to see behind the trees in a silent wood. I am the winged one who leads a double life between this world and the faye. I stand before you and long to show you how to fly and become the sky and the wind. I am the faye in
Heaven's Playground
I guess this poem somewhat reflects my interest and thoughts on astronomy and man's need to reach out beyond our little blue gem !
A Winter's Dance
This seasonal experience is one which I have always loved and patiently wait for every winter....the beauty of nature!
Spring of forsythias
Written in april 2010 (forsythia-- shrubs live on the Huabei Mountains in the north of China)
The Perfect Art
In humid gloom she weaves her doom; by moon's faint rays, she spins to lay her silken trap of which one snap will bring to naught what she has sought: namely a fly that has to die so that it can perfect her plan. Flawless her
Reapers
A chord of wings, and the barn owl glides before the eyes of stars. Behind the hills the sun dips its amber face, sizzles into the Atlantic. From his den the fox pads, longing to sink his fangs into a hen's plump neck. Men carryin
round one
round and to the sun we all go to seek and to run a stream flowing to the standstill of one and what lays hidden has only begun... _______(c)2006
The Witch in the Woods
In my long skirt down to my ankles, I step inside the woods in my bare Feet. I do this because I can feel mother earths Energy. Her strength. Her will to survive. Twigs and leaves crackle under my Bare feet. I love it. In the middle
Durango
Beautiful spot!
The Wild
In the pod of natures curve, I seek for the misplaced and undisturbed. I turn wide eyes to green, soaking in the silence and the wind that runs through childhood dreams. I find thickets and thorns that cant deceive. I find cliffs and rocks w
An Afternoon Snorkel
Amazing! Thanks JerseyGirl for suggesting this as a poem topic!
Corvus Corax
I enjoy what I like to call 'bent-wing' birds. That is, those which land with wings open, often bent, right before touching down, flapping slowly. Smaller birds probably do this same thing, but the difference is that they do is so quickly, that it is more something that you *see* than something you *watch*. If you think about it, this specific thing, I believe it lends a lot towards considering the difference in attitude, or personality, of larger birds versus smaller. It does for me, anyhow.
blooming time
flowering poetic
Storm Coming
The force of nature is an endless inspiration
death of spring
it isnt my best work some people like it others dont
Flawless Peach
The flawless peach attracts us to consume so that which once sustained is sacrificed gone but for the layer peeled away left to decay and the pit that allows history to repeat itself.
voice of soul
when nature wants to embrace you and even angels cant trace you. when you want to be alone to sing with the life's tone. and you hear a sound coming from no where which led you to feel the comfort and peace near.. that sudden change in st
winters sharpend edge
Ooo sweet mist from darkend mountains,roll in my forest of twitherd twine, seep in my blood like ruby wine. Blue ice eyes that rip the skin of ice capped lakes,my fire burns for for your touch,your touch. my chest thick with crystal cut deep in ste
Outdoors
Thoughts upon a summers day.
untitled
I beg of thee To hear my words, To listen with Thine heart, So thou might heal The torture of my soul. I walk a path That is shared by none, A path of mine alone, A path that leadith to The torturing of my soul. I beg of thee, Shar
she--wolf
the only animal on earth....thats loyal,kind,always there,and share unconditional love...any questions???
Under a cloud. ( Triolet).
The sky, with eyebrows lifted, softly sighed It's little puffs of mist above my head. To chide me for the nonsense that I cried, The sky, with eyebrows lifted, softly sighed. My shame in wisdom that I'd cast aside Made sunset's echo blush a crim
Clouds
Those wondrous formations, a panorama filled with heavy air as light as a feather, motionless seemingly, though with an observant eye a conceptive view, they project fragments of a past tell many a tale that once was, consistent, now vapour