Everything and Nothing
This piece is about life,the world,it's people and everyday happenings.I felt lost when i wrote this poem.i like it because i think about some new each time i read it.The meaning of this piece is so deep so much so that it,s like the cover page of an unending story.
Gods slice of Heaven...
this poem is about a beach called Wai-nui-o-toto (new chums beach), on the Coromandel, New Zealand. developers want to develope it, activists want to save it, and locals will share till the end of time... cause at the end of time, those who seeked to destroy it will lay for ever in unrest, those who fought to save it will be remebered. and we as locals will die to keep that that is important to us free from ones greed... it is one of the last untouched natural wonders left on the Coromandel, it should be left alone for all to share, not just for the few who want it for them selves... sound familiar?? its happening world wide, wake up people... enjoy.
I LOVE A CLOUDY DAY
It's raining here today, and I just always have delighted in being home and feeling cozy.
Simplicity
Salty mists an ocean sunrise Filtering blooms of orange an red Heavy raindrops glistening,reflecting hues Through the silk of a spiders web Bristling breeze through golden palms Bending with reason Mirrored waters isolated stillness Creating
Special Place
Cant say too much ...........if you happen to stumble on this place you will know what i am talking about.........
Cold Winter’s Brush
A cold winter night splits a moonbeam light and etches on a window-pane a pattern of frost to rival any artist’s brush a sketch to paint so agleam. A pattern so delights On canvas versus glass Nature’s hand is seen.
Dark Eyed Baby Robin
Spring is finding a cracked robin's egg lying in the long dark green grass. Any piece of shell with a delicate pale blue if it catches my attention. Then it is so true I look up intuitively for an outline above of a well built nest.
Summer Ends
Can almost hear the hoof-beats of the headless horseman going down sunny hollow....
Beat Fast Your Little Wings
Beat fast your little wings why we wait your arrival and all that you bring and sing on changing gales of spring! Who’s content for your revival? Listening to your competition calling away your love with all of his composition. So build fa
Winter Tracks
Snow against white sky lasting to infinity casting grayer shadows over covered fields make burrowing out of sight some creatures on edge of pine forest go to sleep and escape the winter. Little tracks like pencil dots leading to empty sp
Welcome Me! Welcome Me!
Where comes that shy wood anemone poking its little white blossom out beneath a brown forest floor of crumpled leaves galore saying to all the world, “Welcome Me! Welcome me!”
Lost
When I have traveled this far Holding on to some cause Finding something sweet In another dimension Folding back upon nothing Frozen in space I stare Cannot move away either Gaze slowly into my eyes Can you see any light Or a reflection of
Seeds and Souls
Our days in life are like a tree with so many seeds sown upon the tips of so many branches and when the warm sun come they will open and all will fly away in the wind and scatter back to the ground.
Enjoy The Snow
It falls and falls from a seamless tapestry of cloud and covers all that is familiar lying below; a tree, a road, a walkway. It makes us blind like love. It is beautiful because it hides not light but changes what we see and makes us miss
The Magnet
Standing majestic standing proud The illumenence of your profile standing out aloud Your mood it changes all the time With it colours that define Through the poorest journey you will find A rich ending an peace of mind For your ever prese
human nature
hmmmmm.....
First Flower of Spring
In shallow depth of darkness stirs b‘neath brown earth uncovered of winter’s snow A thawing slowly gives birth sips of life to the rested and swollen fleshy dearth just below the surface so patient for this day having won a race in time
The Stars (Shape)
A request
The Moon (Shape)
In the poem Völuspá, a dead völva recounts the history of the universe and foretells the future to the disguised god Odin. Hjúki and Bil are the children of Máni and together they are the three phases of the moon in Icelandic and Norsk mythology. I had forgotten this story which I read as a child until I started writing this poem. If this post badly like i suspect it might, it is suppose to be a crescent moon.
Sea-sickness
It must be sea-sickness. Her stomach is stir up; it growls louder, and louder. She coughs up high surges and spits on humanity. Yes, the great one is sad; bluer she gets, as the days go by. Civilization sucks …. oil from straws passing
The Fall
As the chilling rain washes away The last of the summer heat The intensity of which wilts An finally becomes discreet Light westerlies they blow An bring with them the cool Scattering the seeds of life Through the encumbent mule Leaves t
Tiny Blue Planet..
Tiny blue planet spinning in space Weep thou for us This human race In silence so vast We journey through time In war and hate This cosmic crime The palace of understanding We have not found Our septer is pride
The Wind
As trees whisper an rustle their leaves White caps are forming on washing seas Eagles are soaring to unseen heights Shallows are surfed on billowed kites Snow capped mountains are made bleak Ripples are created when you are weak Spinefex roll
transposition
turnabout is fair play, they say or, to turn it around another way some plan A falls through to plan B results often depend on the conferee one man's pleasure is another man's pain one is satisfied, while others complain couplets and crum
Water
Written 4-13-11 It`s a never-ending cycle, in streams and creeks and brooks, traveling to lakes, to oceans Falling from the sky to fill streams and creeks and brooks, but along the way it visits family, forms in dreams, and talks far too much.
I call her ‘my angel’…
The above is a composite of my six daughters…
Winter's Last Stand
The stained and matted forest floor and leafless trees of the Northern Forest begs this description.
The Thrill of It…
Inglorious lashing counts with the blink Of an eye, sleepy with a passionate stare Lingering, a tasty morsel dreamt between Teeth, a deliberate pressure…pressing Where shadows dare to creep, inside Determination waits and steals a lick Between
Quiet ~Storm
I love a storm.and then the rainbow, after the storm..
Eagle Eye
i penned this after watching hawks falcons kites an also an eagle feeding on moths that were getting scared out of there hiding ground at work yesterday
Thoughts Of My Garden
I'd spent most of today in the garden .. so just decided to put my thoughts down in verse. :-)
The Wind [p2]
beauty an the beast.....
The Silent Man
a beautoful resurection xxSoph
A Mottled Blur of Green and Gray
Glimpses of the wet New England World....It's amazing how these two colors blend on a rainy day.
Lulu's Cow Has a Calf (A Girl Calf)
The grass, just about dry, is canary, clothed in evening sun, now sinking beyond the colorful portrait, canvassed on nature’s abundant spread; a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers. The cool breeze funnels through valleys c
"A Palm Tree"
I love Palm Trees. I had a picture of two Palm Trees and that's where I got the idea and inspiration to write this.
ocean in the sky
clouds defying gravity should be one of the lifes mysteries, i think. all clouds are is evaporated water. so technically it's an ocean in the sky.
Destiny Uknown
Laying on the lawn Looking up at the blue Pillows of clouds drifting Lazily with hue White an fluffy With tinges of grey Flying solo Or within the fray Filtering sun As they pass Creating shadows That do not last Uniquely formed Or rath
Aftermath
Who knows....
Purple Moon
Inspired by one of those misty, humid, summer nights.
Okay... I'm Back... Who is here still?
Can you still add images? I forgot how :(
Love
Feeling I might have found my soul mate