The WOMAN - Autumn.
At a meeting I was asked Your name not spring, There can be a summer?. The name autumn on hair. Have you taken offense, tell? I with a smile have answered: Why myster
AUTUMN HAIKU
Orange leaves curl Dawn chorus an echo only Dew lies glistening
Mysteries of the Earth
Abstract of life.
Stars
Yep!... I like stars!
Sunsets
Ooooh! Pretty!
Man
Are men from Mars? It must be true Just like the planet everything she needs from him is below the surface The thinnest air and pressure so low she can barely catch her breath when he is near His freezing Martian temperament, a cold that
Burr
A single snowflake drifts to the ground As a Robin sings her melody She wraps her feathered arms around Her fledglings nesting in a tree A rabbit sees the tiny flake As she forages with her brood Soon it will be time to hibernate And no tim
Be Natural to be Civilized
Evolution has made us Civilized But we still hold-on to 'Raw' Tribal signs become rage as 'Tattoo' Fur and Dead Skins throb 'High streets' 'Mother of Pearl' used in watches 'Feather' in Hats adorn the Derby 'Naked Bathing Pools' common in some
down in the wood
this is the only poem I ever wrote
Quote !
The poem is a drop of water, he gives the desert the idea of the flower.
Maestro's Masterpiece
Sitting by the Lake in Nepal, motionless witnessing the setting Sun ...
Water
The water tickled Her flesh As she stepped deeper Into the lake
Scarred Snow
I am often marveled by the patterns left in the snow by the wind blown oak leaves.
Snow
I am often marveled by the patterns left in the snow by the wind blown oak leaves.
Someday Shadows
Inside and outside my shadow.
Dawn
It's a description about the beauty of dawn
Moon
It's a description about the Moon.
Clouds
It's a description about clouds
Moon
It's a description about the moon
Black dune rising............
Lake Wainamu...........wow
Oh Christmas Tree
Devenport foreshore.........
Tropical storm
Coming tropical storm
LIFE'S CYCLE....
early one morning, the damp smell of summer
Rain
It's a description of Rain.
Moon
It's a romantic description of the moon.
Dusk
The poem is an imagistic description of dusk.
Dawn
It's a description of dawn.
Dusk
It's a picturesque description of dusk.
Dusk
It's a picturesque description of dusk
Dawn
It's a description of dawn
Unnoticed Poem
The sun is shinning through the clouds Trying to warm a winter day I've got to be patient spring will come And chase all these blues away For now the chill lingers And soon the sky will be completely gray So for the moment with an unnoticed p
My Premonition
A real place I've never been or seen, except in my dream.
Breaking Stones
That unrelenting urge to acquire a goal, like the sea crashing again and again.
Only a surfer.........
Three absolutely magic days ....... We usually need a heap of wind to whip up the ocean but a passing cyclone far out to sea and a long way from us sends through the remainder of it's swell at the same time copious amounts of rain with out any wind creates the perfect conditions......
Attainable Sun, Contrivance and Plumb
this is about the works of the minor arcana, and the adept of the Magus further committed unto the great work of alchemy.
GOWNS SO RICH....
as we in NZ should be heading to winter, the other side of the world still in snow, dreams of sunshine....
AS DAYTIME FLIES.
most night I watch the creeping shades of twilight, as a day dies.....
We Share The Same Sun
Lying down in a patch of vernal ground.
Carpark Blues .........
Early morning surf check ............
Untitled
This is about the moment, 20+ years after last being in the sea, when I followed the sudden urge, in spite of wearing a long floaty skirt, to run into the waves up to my waist. What I thought was a bobbing log, about 20 ft away, turned out to be a seal, silently watching me. We just gazed at each other for what seemed like an age, but was really only seconds. I love these creatures, and the legends surrounding them. Perhaps the "I" of the poem is a seal woman who came ashore to shed her skin and dance, as in the folk tales, but for whom it is not yet time to return to her watery home. Or perhaps she is a mermaid who earned her legs (the sequins on the skirt recalling her scales). Or perhaps there simply Are moments when humans and animals connect deeply. I don't have a title yet, but I dedicate it to my wonderful friend, who was like a father to me, and who was with me that day, about eight years ago, on Tentsmuir beach. He died two years ago, and I think he knew better than I that it was not my time to follow.
Love has no color
in this world i have noticed divisions in human race which is causing us to hate each other for no apparent reason.This is my call to every race that let us accept each other the way God sees us
Snow Is Falling
Snow is falling again ..looks great ..but i cannot wait for the warmth of Spring and Summer :)