THE HOWLING WOLF
The wolf's howl, carries on the mountain wind, Reaching heights, to the eagles wing, it befriend; The wild eyes roam, he holds a wicked stance upon a rock, The weary hiker feels his heart go ... Knock; The preadator, alert and calm, he stands al
Winter blues
Did I mention I don't like winter.
Eastern Sea
I am surounded by Sea in the Middle east and it is all of the colours above. The dolphins are phenominal as well as all the other creatures mentioned.
light falling down redone in size
What a sight this is what a place to be can you see the light falling down on me step into a world where the light beams bright chase aw
on the beach
just comes to mind and thinking of the one who we loves
World Population
The biggest problem we face in this and the last century I feel.
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
The Sea (raging/calm)
under my previous serpico12
Peace and Quiet
The sounds of the royal jewels of cowboy life.
The River
The river dance's the steps of freedom, with a style unlike any other It rushes with a fury like that of the lions roar and it flow's with tranquility like that of a musical bird It subsides only to turn the bend like that of a snake s
Life's Sea
done under serpico12
there are places
there are places in the world with untwitterable angst and sorrow dank cellars with young fear closets with secrets lurid and fierce numerous places where blackened hearts strive to outdo one another with ever greater conflagration and hate
what is your considered on HARISHYAM'S
SOME PEOPLE CAn be lonely but not feel alone others can be alone and not feel alone
The Good Hand
I want to recognize those young ranch kids that live on the ranch every day. The future of the cowboy lifestyle lies in the hearts of the boys and girls on ranches all across America. And the mothers and fathers who wisely give them their lead. :)
"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
* * * * Fragrance of Blossoms * * * *
I wrote this poem about my sons when they were small - we were living on an orange orchard in the country and it was such a beautiful night.
Nature Teach Me Silent Ways
under my previous serpico12
Legacy Of Rodeo
The Legacy Of Rodeo
2AM flight song
The sense of what I say is mine. I know what I feel and mean, even if you deem it is just wordy drivel it's my drivel, my spittle, to voice into the digital winds that whirl me just as you, smartphone in hand, tweet your heart out to the world,
Path of the Wind
Clouds are blown by the wind unseen Trees feel its caress of her leaves Whistling through on a summer day Creating a soft cool breeze Watch her play on this earthly ball As she covers the sea and land Oceans deep feel her presence there As s
Natures Best
it is the small things in life that keeps everything going. if your problems seem big look for small solutions it only takes just a little to change direction.
Katla (Icelandic Volcano)
Kettle - English translation of Katla Hekla was descibed by Jules Verneis as the gateway to hell The volcano at Eyjafjallajökull is the younger sibling and often precedes an eruption of Katla Katla erupts every 40-80 years, it's last eruption was in 1918. It usually erupts 6 to 18 months after the volcano at Eyjafjallajökull. You do the math.
One More Actor
done under my previous serpico12
What Will We Do?
The work and worry of ranch life.
Spring Love
When Spring speaks of love.
CHASING THE WIND
from a friend 's great thoughts
Loving the Sea
from my old serpico12
Touch of Nature
Run your fingers through a rainbow as beneath her arch you stand Walk beneath the falling sunshine though she is so far away Sit beside the flowing river filling you with thoughts serene Sleep under the skies dark blanket moonbea
Rose
The roses they redden they blossom and bloom The sun shine's upon them from first light until long afternoon Their fragrance as delicate as an elegant perfume They will bring peace and joy to all that make room
Sea So Blue
under serpico 12 previously
A Wave of Tears.
I wrote the original to this for the 'St Stephens' day Tsunami and with little change I feel it would be OK to post it again today.
Spring
Spring on the desert and prairie.
Night With A Wolf
An evening spent with a wolf.
Wolves
Late in June in the pale of the moon you’ll Hear the sound of a howling platoon. They Travel in packs without leaving tracks Questing for food, companions or snacks. You’ll know there around by their blood Curdling sound. Enough to Scar
Memories of a by-gone day
My poem is of some memories a few years ago
Spring On The Wolds
A long and lonely walk along the Wolds To see the spring as it unfolds Rolling meadows that now are green With spots of colour to be seen As daffodils poke
A Beauty
Happy that I have this beauty in my home
Day to Night.
Just trying to express feelings while watching the sky in the evenings.
Sacred Ground
Just a tiny part of an amazing reef............
Call of the River
my love of the river and forests
Rain
The tragic queensland floods.................
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