No way back?
Flowers and trees, birds and bees these I know, but..... snow, on a summers day, this I don't know, what I see, is an anomaly, mother nature running free?, natural change? we can't rearrange or self design, have we crossed the line?
Just Imagine How The Story Goes?!
Concluded writing this song 7-3 2023. This is another abstract - but is it? I had another name or two for this that I liked better in mind, yet allow me to ask you what title would be best, and perhaps why? lol Until then
Ireland
My wanderer boat, shaked by the winds Brought me to this mysterious island. Like everybody´s dream when you´re castaway, Job, kind people, love maybe... Ireland is the place I dreamed. Ireland is where the hope-green grows. There´s no pla
PLACES TO BE - Easter Island
A most isolated place on earth with intriguing giant stone statues..
PLACES TO BE - Amsterdam
Amsterdam is fascinating!
PLACES TO BE - St. Basil's Cathedral, Russia
St. Basil's cathedral is a magnificent architectural piece!
Looking back
Its about Young to old
Forgotten Realms
The stresses of being an adult in colonial society
What's The Weather Like?
I have been to some of these places. The hottest place I was at was Arizona City, Arizona and the coldest place was Winnepeg, Canada.
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log, Rudyard Kipling
From "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Born This Way
Tagore said: I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Here I want to say: I am none of the wheels of destiny but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Although a flower is beautiful and enviable, the grass is also great and contribute to soil conservation. Now that destiny gives us a different life, people should respect and love each other.
Dusk
It's a poem about Nature
Earth
This one I wrote was 12-10-1993. This is the idea of pre-history, history, future tense post-history and then a time when there will be no history at all. With Thanksgiving drawing near, you may want to be sated with what you have now. It's better than being solo. Like Earth.
CHANGING SKY.....
Beauty of changing colours....mesmerize and haunt.....and so often taken for granted......until they are past...never to be seen again
Ovarian
A montage of random lines, hope you like the effect even if the meaning is questionable!
Bright And Pretty
I wrote this piece 3/27/1998. It's a blues/ a little jazz song. Every cities the same, except the people that live there.
Daydreaming!
Alone, being alone, colourful visions, deep in my mind, Eyelids flicker in wonderment, from what my eyes have seen, Yet those dreams of mine are lost in time when I awake, And though I try to recite for to remember the night, my dreams are
Fire and Ice
Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
AS NATURE PROPOSED
early morning and out of season peace ...when people don't hinder the beauty of the coast....
AN AUGUST POEM
Some lines for August.
brothers
brothers though I have few of you I will tell you something if you are young you may be drawn unable and unwilling to her but you can live without ever having known her but once you find one that shows you her heart you can no longer be wh
a lesson
given to me by elders who feel they must leave something just a little different to have lived for something a fragment of a leaf on which is written my name sold by those who felt the same who knew not how to ask where sorrow comes from why
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reality
A little some thing I did for save the trees
Save the trees Ireland
lepidoptera
her soul had yellow paper wings perched on wind currents there shone in any direction too much stillness to move her an unaccepted form awaited the small earth with reaching vines petals in all directions with nothing else anywhere she wished
Stars
Yep!... I like stars!
Sunsets
Ooooh! Pretty!
Time's run out
observation on time.
Maestro's Masterpiece
Sitting by the Lake in Nepal, motionless witnessing the setting Sun ...
Water
The water tickled Her flesh As she stepped deeper Into the lake
Scarred Snow
I am often marveled by the patterns left in the snow by the wind blown oak leaves.
Dawn
It's a description about the beauty of dawn
Moon
It's a description about the Moon.
Clouds
It's a description about clouds
Moon
It's a romantic description of the moon.
Dusk
The poem is an imagistic description of dusk.
Dawn
It's a description of dawn.
Dusk
It's a picturesque description of dusk
Dawn
It's a description of dawn
Breaking Stones
That unrelenting urge to acquire a goal, like the sea crashing again and again.
GOWNS SO RICH....
as we in NZ should be heading to winter, the other side of the world still in snow, dreams of sunshine....