YASP (yet another spring poem)
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After The Storm
In the quiet of the land. Rose a storm of mass destruction. No bombs or help by man kind. Just natures hand. No one knew how big it was to be. Or how much hurt and pain they would see. No one had a chance to run. Before the storm come and w
dusk to dawn
from dusk to dawn, I stay transfixed on natures view. Its a type of awe that gives you thoughts of how amazing it is from dusk to dawn i listen to the birds in the early morning til the afternoon, natures own musical is an opera of instan
in to the light
the light that shines in the darkness
fledgling
a little bird told me this one...
The flood
The weatherman says sunshine and haze, spreading in from the west in the coming days, The rain abates, the clouds dispel, the river loses its swell, the floods go down, then people frown see the damage to their town, Homes abandoned with t
Nature's Fugue
I spend a lot of time attuning myself to the grand symphony of nature; every single note, unique yet beautifully integrated into the whole composition of creation. In musical parlance, ''fugue'' = a polyphonic composition of several themes in combined melody. It is in this light that I see, feel and experience Nature.
Circadian Pox
A bit of a play on words about the rhythm of life and trying to make sense of it all.
Shakespearain
This was my first (and last, as it happens) attempt at a sonnet, while at school when God was a boy.
the faraway
This poem is a tribute to the life of artist Georgia O'Keeffe, an incredible lady as well as artist. "the faraway" was the name of her home in the New Mexico desert where she spent much of her free time. When she died, they spread her ashes across the land she loved so much. I was honored to have had this poem nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2004. Being nominated was a great honor.
Eye of the Storm
The coastline fractured - gusts of thunder mumble in serrated skies; the unruly demesne of summer, dark voices of the sea, incessant sighs coalesced, flutter in empty sleeves- scattered clusters of ruin tossed and blown, a salty mist tremb
The Myth about Seeds
Did God create badness just to enjoy struggles when would Potters be create did He Muggles bad seeds planted fighting to be good each going against nature hoping could and would holds onto a Bible fights - takes a stand
Peace
practically wrote its self
A Perfect Day
The sheep are lambing and snowdrops flower spring is in the air and early morning dew is moist in my hair the march hares leap running wild and free the old oak tree stands looking full of glee its young new branches reaching out as if to
Dromer van het Minnewater
Daar bij het krieken van de nacht waar de avond op mij wacht toont het water een gezicht en laat Brugge weerspiegelen in het licht Minstreel van de eeuwige kasseien tussen de heren en lakeien spelend een lied verteld ik u verhalen over gepeupe
A True Gentlemen’s Rap
It's me and me alone it's not my clone nor is it me on the phone I don't talk like this when i'm face to face nor am i an ace but i do have a pace but i'm looking for my special lace the one that will leave me tongh tied yet still leave me with my pride and not to mention my hide you can keep everything hell keep the fu*k'in the ring it ain't no thing but be sure you bring the kids by anytime, even if it's on the fly need a weekend i'll take them need a life time no problem i'll make them mine sh*t they'll be fine happy, joyfull and full of love unlike you they will never be doves flying free nor will they be far for me yes you are the queen bee yet you'll never be beneath me unless you choose to be then i will be glad to make that a reailty cause that's what you wanted to be so then i have to set you free go; be what you want to be just leave the damn kids with me.
Moonlight
Wrote this recently. Was walking in Marsaxlokk and a friend's told me to stop and look and I did and tried to articulate the beauty of the moon on the sea. I came up with a metaphor of dancing children in glittering sandals. Kind of like the 12 dancing princesses :-)
remember me?
the world that I used to inhabit I think that I shall miss it what manner of god would wish this and offer all manner of luxury then turn as that of a sheet forcing caesar's ghost to take a seat I had no sooner swallowed bait, then taken mad .
The Root
Some thoughts on creativity.
Five elements
Water as my blood, which flows through my vein Always running like an endless rain. Earth as my bones, so strong and tough Protecting me from all that’s rough. Air as my breath, so steady and with ease Refreshing like a cold winters breeze. Fi
My Thoughts
Nikolai Gumilev
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
Natures Beauty
"A slow carefree stroll I took through the wild open forest... the heavens opened and rain lashing down, standing still I look to the sky, arms spread in welcome awe with a smile and no trace of a frown... "My body now soaked in the purest of r
i dont like titles
theres no about really alot of what i write is flow of consciousness and i rarely do revisions in a m,edium such as this im more of a journaler than a poet i think i used to be a poet/songwriter...who knows ive also written a number of poems on the fly on this site over the years but they are in forums under poetry mostly
determined
this is a blog i did on myspace april 26 2009 funny im looking at other blogs even older than this theme of time passing, me noticing and personal growth... hmph- funny, it always seems when i write it its a now feeling but i guess its a nagging feeling? oh well-
Beauty
Trying something new?
a sound conversion
one thing leads to another...
"Imagine"
"Have you ever spread your arms out wide, with your eyes closed and imagined you were flying high...the freedom it brings with just the sky for company, your imaginary wings sponging through the clouds like a soft, sweet playing symphany" "Soarin
SALI VACHEN..
dont know what to say..spontaneous..
To Lanagan
Equal time for home sweet home...
She Sails In Beauty
Just had to write one from my lunacy. Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
ISLANDS' CRY (All rights reserved.c.)
this poem is purely from my imagination
Hunters
A snowy owl in mid Missouri! Not something one sees every day...
Don't give up!
Never give up and never ever quit.Never put up with anyone's shit!!!The life that we live is in our own hands and how we hold it is how we stand!You live in this life to be happy and free.So why live a life, that will never be?Trust your heart and wa
You lost little flower in wild happiness.
I did this today. It made me feel a little bit lonely while i was writing it, well maybe i'm just a lonely person after all. But i always say to myself every day: I'm happy! So i am and i feel happy most of the time. I wonder if there is a bit of happinees in lonelyness??? I like the possibility that the flower has in the poem, to have the day always around it. Life is day and night. Everybody must rest sometime. Why does the flower have to stay up and does it not need to sleep? It has already built the nest, it still is lost in wild happyness. I could write more here but i wanted it to be just a simple poem but when i think about it..it isn't. With hope you like it :) Foxyfairy.
voyage of life
you'll sea...
Stargazer
Inspired by comments made by caroljoyce, a fellow dreamer.
Time
I'm writting this quite tired but it is me looking back on nature and how wise she is, that we have hope and cna live on through her, through others'memories of us and how beautiful and precious each and everyone here is. Enjoy.
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