THE COMING STORM
One day we must change our ways, we cannot take on nature and win.....Andrew....xxx
Seasoning
Chilly here today, supposed to be in the seventies again next week...
The Grey Charlatan
There is usually a day in late fall when its really drab and cold telling winter is in the wind. I experienced this the other day as I crested a vantage point where I could see for 30 miles.
Earth, Wind and Water
Letting the peace of the ocean help find one's center.
Haiku. (Orchid)
Author name is Matuo Basho,he is one of the greatest of japanease poets and the master of haiku. this is one of his original poem and diary.
Save Her! (Song Lyric)
Hope this does a bit to save trees...
Haiku. (Bright Moon)
Bright moon, I stroll around the pond hey, dawn has come.
bowerbird
everyone wants to impress... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bowerbird
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?
snow snow
snow snow from above covering the land with snow,frosty winds with the wind chill factor ,most of uk is coverd in snow biting winds fros
The World had Bled
we all have concerns!
strong chill of winter
A strong chill of winter has grasped this country, the toll of its bitter cold has the ground covered in a blanket of thick snow the fog is lingering over the thick blanket of snow dragging down the hope that the snow is going to go
I am Invisible
Just something i was feeling at the time.
In My Dreams
As i went to bed i closed my eyes and there in front of me was a tunnel of light like a tourch of beaming light shining so bright it beckond me into the light voices of relatives long since gone beckend me to into the light the voices i hear
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
Christmastime On The Trail
A quiet Christmas.
Astarte
Inspired by Mother Nature's beauty... Turns out the original spelling was correct...
Man & Tree
I often take long walks at night and love seeing the details of the seasons. In winter, it`s the snow on the trees and the way the light plays tricks with my eyes. Or how soft snow can follow a moving car on the road for a long time. I wrote this on the afternoon of 12-28-10 the day after a nice long walk in deep contemplation. My 1st poem in 4-8 weeks.
"Spinning"
The delicate web above my bedroom door Sways everytime,with a soft wind Even a slight blow of my breath can make it dance Every strand a glittery line Sparkling,twinkling An endless strand hooked on my mirror stand A cascade of a beautiful dr
egocentric dreams
when I grow up I wanna ... mastermind criminals capers sell worthless junk papers and take the elderlies money when I grow up I wanna ... tell everyone I meet lies swampland is a sound buy there's money in the muddy when I grow up I wanna
finer things
squeezing Charmin... definitely filed under "nature"
Life's Little Mysteries
Finding some curious items while gathering some cattle this morning.
perspective
a line or chaos vision, whether you step back or put your nose to it they still look the same zoom in or pan away the line is still a line the chaos is still erratic but both are beautiful serene in their own right the vision before the e
"The Bursting Sun"
In the Twilights Gaze Shifted unrelentless Wind Dark Clouds of Red and gray Lightning,crash,thunders rash Above the restless sky A sudden twist,an airy mist Waves of rattling rocks Howling whispers of angry thrash Flashes of blinding light
Our Retreat
it's just how i feel about the forest.
Where do I go from here?
Its just another one of my thought's that I turned into a poem.
My sweet earth
Where have all the good things gone? Including humans.
life sciences
all the traditions of the past the lace and the rose petals are, if not for you, then who could glean a remembrance of times we never knew...or did, in the low-hung afternoon light I'll tell you what you want to hear after all these years of
February fly
January fly just doesn't have panache
A HUTT RIVER REFLECTION
A place I used to enjoy walking along when I wanted to meditate and think.
Beyond the Beyond
BMD-Maelstrom, 1994-1995 In the land beyond Argyll Forest Park Scotland and Nijlen-Kessel Railroad. Nowadays also the lyrics of the song 'Beyond the Beyond' by the band ZAAM : https://youtu.be/-FcDJNORUhM
You are...
This is a 7-8 page poem, I just translated a part of it
The River
I wrote this shortly after I moved from New Hampshire to West Virginia. I, at the time, lived in a motor home I had. I was staying in a mobile home park that was right next to a river. I listened to that river on a daily basis. I occasionally have moments when I like to ruminate on life and how it affects me, and, in one of those moments, wrote this.
the flowered feet
Beyond the window she saw a field of green lie silently the blades of grass cool view within a purple yellow sea Through the field barefoot she trod as tall grass brushed her ankles there that purple yellow quilted scene that was the glimpse
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.
On Life n Death
How would life be in absence of death Without death life entices none Death gives meaning to every life Not all life, though, lives a meaning to death
Things
This poem is about things just randomly thought of.
Going Back To The Origins
Going Back To The Origins 10^50 feet,10^49 feet,10^48 feet, ...,down,down coming down through definite sky 1000 feet, 100 feet,..., 5 feet and 10 inches in a flat landscape this year, last year, 10 years ago, back back going back more 100
Haikus-winter
a mixing of two haikus together and one regular
Snowdrops
Little snowdrops hiding where you are, Straighten your stalks and open up. Spring is coming fast, hear the creeks? Winter vainly tries to check its speed. Winter's slack and aging very quick, Look at pretty blossoms, bright and brisk. Sky's
A colorful mind
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia Maybe 1 in 23 perceives the world this way...are you one? I am unable to post poem view as written. Email if you'd like the original and I will send it to you.