Silent Fall
seasonal
Whispering samd
what can I say I just love to write about all things in life
Spring Time
It is what I see ever spring in th beautfull country that I live in
child's play
underminded critical situations.... he simply blows off she married my broken brain she said don't plagiarize me, it works just fine she doesn't care how much I drink as long as I allow her to breathe yeah, he slubbed me (we'll have to wait unt
view over the mersey
view of the mersey
statues on the mersey
looking out to sea ,metal statues you can see lined in rows for all to see where works or art for all to see rooted here near the sea the cold the damp dont bother me the tides come in and washes against me coverd in sea weed we can hide cover
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
I close my eyes and dream
I close my eyes and dream and enter a world of peace no one thier to hurt me no one to break my heart no one to empty my soul a place filled only with love my heart to never miss a beat my soul forever happy a place I want never to leave onl
"LIVE"
Enjoy the sun, enjoy the flowers Enjoy each day you've got You never know when the day may come When you find that you have not Live each day to it's fullest Live each day like it's your last So you'll have no regrets When the time comes for
Canoeing on New Year 's day (2010)
On New year 's Day, lucky, as it was sunny, I went canoeing. Instead of going out, with friends, for lunch, I choose sea-canoeing. The sea is fantastic, never alone, breathing, wind, birds, sea-gulls...no boats, or nosiy jet-skies. I was very happy, sun-bathing,in a warm sunny New Year's day, & dreaming,as if i was an explorer, sailing into the unknown.
LETS VISIT THE ZOO
Its holiday time what shall we do I KNOW LETS VISIT THE ZOO pay are money and walk inside WHAT SHALL WE SEE FIRST A CRY RINGS OUT THE TIGERS FIRST, SHOUTS OUT A CRY OH WHAT FEROUSUS BEAST THEY CRY NOW THE MONKEYS, OH WHAT FUN BOUNCEING ARO
Inspire
earthy
Random Options
I am not trying to emulate Bob Dylan, but I do have respect for him, think more automatic writing.
Bottle Service
instant and awkward the word just spurt
my trek of the day
this poem described my trek today
Rain
I usually write things from experience.
Sedated
Oh if I could set aside this weary sleep; countless hours spent on nothing but a solemn thought. Oh how I long to be free and out among the world; not confined indoors with meek company. This lazy and slumbering attitude I have attained grows heavy;
alone in the woods
a summer poem i wrote while kayaking on a peaceful pond...let you're imagination go wild...and you never know what you can think of!
CENTINARY
it jt d seeing of a luvly careless noon..........
Melodramatic Compulsion
Water is fickle like a women; beautiful, mutable and alluring.
Poet
Nikolai Gumilev
There are the words that couldn’t be twice said
Anna Akhmatova
He Did Love
Anna Akhmatova the wife of Nikolai Gumilev
Give me your paw, so I would have good luck!
Sergey Esenin Russian Poet
Our Home
I sit here and watch the world go bye, shedding the tears, that no man supposed to cry. As our world hangs in the balance of reasons and lies, just for a profit, and the things that go jingle. Is this what we become, another margin in your books, tel
Building the finest nature in the world
Drag this leaf. Towards this door catch it tell it fly’s away. in the sky and fading away like fog. from its dissidence on a empty living things of the forest. look around what’s in this life for you. Humidity soaks all the water out of it and rip i
THE SEED
SEED SO SMALL YOU ENTER THE EARTH WHO COULD IMAGINE THE STORY OF YOUR BIRTH CAST AWAY BY THE SOWER FALLING WHEREVER GOOD RISE YOU UP BAD SOIL TO FAIL AND WHEN YOU FALL INTO THE EARTH DARKNESS WOULD CRUSH THINKING TO WIN BUT THE OPP
FEEST
THIS POEM I HAVE WRITTEN TO HONOUR LIFE AND LOVE. S.F
statues on the beach
rusting statues coverd in barniccles lined up in rows along the beach tetherd not moving some high some low coverd in sand some standing tall where they stand metal objects that stand and glare out to sea they watch passing ships, passin
great divides
The sun shines so bright The songbird sings Moon illuminates the night Ripples in ponds God brings Snow covering mountain tops Streams flow down their sides Never does the flowing stop Creating great divides
snowboarding
Heel toe, heel toe Flowing down the mountain Back and forth, back and forth FLowing like a fountain Left to right, left to right shredding up the snow Stay on edge, stay on edge imprints everywhere I go Weight on center, weight on center win
Perfectly Acceptable Profit
Your nose says the air smells rotten. THEY say your nose is lyin' That pollution is acceptable And the profits are just fine! Man had a world that was perfect Pure air and water too! Perfect showed no PROFIT, What was a guy to do? Man cre
Glenmalur
I'm in love with the vales and glens of Wicklow in Ireland. I always dream of them and of love as well..so i combined the two in this little poem.
Haiku. (Bright Moon)
Bright moon, I stroll around the pond hey, dawn has come.
Thunder Pulse
Brand new, written about 4:30am Nov. 29th 2010. Kind of the poetic logo of my eventual horse farm. Well, the Thoroughbreds anyway which is called, Thunder Pulse Thoroughbreds. Once the graphic is done, the poem will be written in the sky surrounding the running horse.
Sleepless night.
awwwwww......Is this OK?
A Life Of A Bee
days of gone by like a busy bee gathering its nectar in a blistering heat beating its wings in a fast motion keeping its stripped big body from falling out of the air They work together gathering resources signaling that food is near by
Yosemite
This is a haiku I wrote many years ago when I was living in Clifornia. In the seventies Haikus were very popular in Northern Califormia, as were many things Japanese aand Indian: the hippie era and 'alternative' living and religions.
The bird
How sweet the sound a bird makes in the morning The ssongs they sing as sun it brings light out of the darkness of night It is a song of such sweet rrelease that is as moving as even the greatest mozart composition The sound of a bird
"How is the weather in my daily life?"
My gypsy friend and her cards are right... I am rounding in circles and wasting my precious time However there is no need to fight... I can´t foresee my future but i will be fine... Tropical storms during this Summer here at the countryside Snow
Wondering
Listen to the earth for its trying to tell you There is too much going on From wars to drillings an pollution abound It feels every wrong I am gentle earth an require the touch Of a very gentle hand I can provide everything you need So do no
Gods slice of Heaven...
this poem is about a beach called Wai-nui-o-toto (new chums beach), on the Coromandel, New Zealand. developers want to develope it, activists want to save it, and locals will share till the end of time... cause at the end of time, those who seeked to destroy it will lay for ever in unrest, those who fought to save it will be remebered. and we as locals will die to keep that that is important to us free from ones greed... it is one of the last untouched natural wonders left on the Coromandel, it should be left alone for all to share, not just for the few who want it for them selves... sound familiar?? its happening world wide, wake up people... enjoy.