Spring Meadows
Maybe getting a little ahead of myself as I long for end of winter that the growing, glowing, warming sun will bring.
Surrounding me
The worlds so filled with colour even the blackest cloud adds wonder, everything around you so alive, things growing, people running by, reach out and feel the world at your fingertips, be apart of it, not outside, Gods is a beautif
Claws of time
I'm stuck in the claws of time the smile on my face, seldom's from the heart. Moment lingers and nutures the pang of anger in me. My reflection in the mirror depicts a horrible picture. I do not wish to succumb to the grooms of torture, oh!
The Ancient Tree
a photo I was sent of a beautiful tree in a clearing
The Wolf
wild life
The Stallion
as a horse lover and for many years an instuctor with my own stables I felt the need to express myself in this field hope u like the twist
Between The Lines
sunset
I Am His Canvas
The snow lays on the trees as if to cover thee. Making it look as if they are clothed in their glory. The white it lingers here there and everywhere. Looking out into the nature to see all that beauty God has for thee. The snow sets on the
Beauty In Nature
Snowing outside
Igneous
A mix of science and astrology...the closest I have for a zodiac-challenge poem.
My Vision (smmerwind's challenge)
hope you like this. Phyllis, this is how I would like our world to be I live in hope some day it will come true
Tiger in Aries (acrostic
my first attempt at this type of poetry
Seasons
Seasons go seasons come. The warmth of summer has fallen the leaves are going red and falling of the grand old oak. The day is colder my resolve is stronger to get thru this coldness.And not be twisted by life and times of pains encountered.
statues
the ripples of the sand the sea in troughs of puddles some large and small the sand blown up against the sand breaks and the steps the statues of crosby the metal army some standing tall some half hidden buried up to their waists thees m
"Daudi"
Don't you just Love Elephants I'm sure they fall in love Even though they, make their journey alone Daudi Swahili for "Beloved"
Beinn Nibheis (venomous mountain)
As most of you will know Beinn Nibheis is Ben Nevis which in Gaelic meaning venomous or malicious mountain in a 5 year period responsible for 13 deaths. Usige Beatha means water of life in Gaelic
Atlantic Wind....
Living on the west of Ireland, you must shake hands with the wind....
Words from within
This is brought about thru childhood hopes and aspirations for flora and fauna of the world.
Exmoor Stream (for fellsman)
rhyme does my head in lol
A Lake Somewhere
just whimsical thoughts
crocs lunch
On the boat we travel the nile Floating hiding crocs living in the nile Sunbathing on the beaches There thickend skin catching the rays of the sun Warming there bodies like a oven glove Nesting on the beach covering their eggs from the blazi
Water
I saw this actually happen in a documentary shown on TV I ask you all what right have we to do such things? Man has inhabited the earth but a short time. Animals have been here since the dawn of time Kill them off with our stupid senseless way and we kill ourselves. For as much as they can live without us, we can not live without them
Gentle Blessings
gentle falling rain a gift sent straight from heaven soaks earth with blessing
Life
Late-night thoughts.
Break of Dawn
lovely time of day I like being the only human in this secluded valley
Seasons
I love each one anew
watching
World hour day.
Evening Serenity
Outside my window There hangs a lonely sun Drifting so slowly Behind the mountain view Shadows creep closer Coming to take the light away The fog begins to make its bed On the rolling hills It's late in the Evening I can see
snow
Cold ice snow drifts Cars coverd in snow People trapped know where to go Trapped in drifts of snow cars abandand Services down gales of snow drifts Its spring time One would never know Lambing season sheep being born Some dying wit
MAMA OCEAN
I read Paloma's poem Contemplation and this poem sprang into my mind. I couldn't get to paper fast enough. Odd how when that happens. Thanks for the unknowing nudge Paloma.
The Timber Wolf
the pack is very complex and highly organized. Only the alpha male and female mate, they both can and do stare the others down to stop both fights and non alpha's from mating. There are usually around twelve in a pack. On average they hunt a range of 60 miles in diameter and can run up to 40 miles an hour and cover 50 miles a day. Non breeding females produce milk and nurse the pups while young males compete to baby sit. They hunt birds and mammals such as deer and caribou and do a howling chorus before the hunt. A litter of pups consist of one to eleven, they are born blind and deaf.
daffodil
In the ground They sit and wait Under the weight of the frozened ground Snow lays dormant laying all around Frost chills the air White snowflakes every where They wait for summers spring The suns glare To rise and be reborn again Wi
The White Tiger
The White Tiger is a sub strain of the Bengal Tiger weighing up 300kg and reaching up to 3 meters in length he is not an albino to produce more white cubs both parents must also carry the defective recessive gene only then will more whites be born they have blue eyes. This beautiful creature is nearly extinct there have been no confirmed or recorded sighting in the wild now for over 50 years they are incredible swimmers they protect and hunt in a patch of up to 75 square miles in size
farmer
The methanes rising the Air smells of gas The farmer feeds his cattle its daily hay and grass To feed his cattle to be milked From their clean hudders his cows provide his milk Un pasturised it is Clean and refeshing his cows provide Are
Blessed
I wrote this by the beach on 18th June 2000
volcanic ash
The sky full of ash The roar the anger from the dust cloud Fire and ash and lava pour into the blackend sky Beneth the town of. Pompie The poeple rush to evacuate to save what precious gifts they can take away Most have left some stay n
the evening rose
the primrose has a legend very few know. It is also known to open up its bloom just before a valcano erupts.
These Woods
Beneath the stately Tove doeth live The Snaghagtooth most fierce Should you venture within these woods Your safety be not assured All around there’s creatures fierce On land or in the air Some in treetops most deadly live Skylourking to the
Haiku
Always harkening sunrise comes to brave the day soothing stars by night.
Forty Years and Forty Nights
Talking about one generation...in the ageless and timeless cycles of life...what all can we ever hope to understand about its fleeting nature?
timer
naked to the bone to the earth we fall grains falling through time like quick sand a vacum each one of us a grain becomming one with the earth leaving our footprint through sandstorms blindly searching the deepest depths an ocean of life wa
a sparrow
just watching all the sparrows as they chase off the crows.