The spring storm
The spring storm comes suddenly dragging clouds along the night. Calms the leaves whispering surreptitiously, joyful birding voice. And starts a rainy dance first, slightly for four p. To suddenly strengthen madness, to be a waterfall that k
Life
My own creation
Ode to Psyche
It's a Poem about Nature, about a butterlfy.
Born This Way
Tagore said: I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Here I want to say: I am none of the wheels of destiny but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it. Although a flower is beautiful and enviable, the grass is also great and contribute to soil conservation. Now that destiny gives us a different life, people should respect and love each other.
three cheers for the blues
two dogs had I I have to say called one Hipp Hipp called one Hooray Hipp Hipp a husky fearsome, true Hooray a spikey Kerry Blue and so I built my cabin small we hunted game from Spring to Fall time moving on from then to this
Isolation
Just thinking of the Pandemic Which Alert The Whole World Knowing By the name of Covid 19
PANDEMIC
MORE CRAZY THOUGHTS I VOICE HERE.
Polar Bear
You may see him standing, In the white glare of the Sunlight, On wind-blasted panes of ice;- A Winters' Sea compressed, To float across the salty emptyness. Now the Bear stands as a symbol;- As solar light returns to white;- Above a lat
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log, Rudyard Kipling
From "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
In the dead night of day
I was gullible then later I was... ripped off,stuck,floored,nailed,defamed,ridiculed and more. People suck.
Ozarks Rising Sun
it's a shagbark hickory thing..
trucks, waitresses and dockyards
the dark swam down from the ceiling.. to a world all studded with stars and she turned the key in her pickup.. and drove home like all the rest of the cars she waited for a noise like a phone ring.. to break up all the stories in her mind
4 SEASONS IN A DAY.....
just me being impatient......and NZ has such a mild and short winter......compared with the UK where I was born......
Sunny day
Her Hair sways, She dances in the sun Her eyes sparkle , She glances at the sun Her heart beats, She feels the heat of the sun Smile dances upon her lips, Beads of sweat drip, Skin bronzed, She basks in the sun.
Falling Leaves
The powerful change of seasons underway prompts me to account for the passage of yet another year.
Just Imagine How The Story Goes?!
Concluded writing this song 7-3 2023. This is another abstract - but is it? I had another name or two for this that I liked better in mind, yet allow me to ask you what title would be best, and perhaps why? lol Until then
Ireland
My wanderer boat, shaked by the winds Brought me to this mysterious island. Like everybody´s dream when you´re castaway, Job, kind people, love maybe... Ireland is the place I dreamed. Ireland is where the hope-green grows. There´s no pla
Firefly
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.
Jungle tales
Just felt like writing some prose, not really a poem
A Dove
Watching the garden outside, eating ice-cream and wondering why I am back. But kind of happy to be back.
Nature Haiku 5.7.5.
Nature.
Strawberry Moon Born In June
A sunset followed by a full moon in June.
Forgotten Realms
The stresses of being an adult in colonial society
It’s a bit foggy …..
Fog …..
Summer Rains
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
If I were a bird……..
It speaks for itself ……..
Mother Nature Speaks.
Mother Nature is unsettled. Is the world in disbelief ?
Man's heart
It is a fine write!
The wild garden
The wild garden is like the soul of a woman - mysterious and wild Here grow the most beautiful roses - but be careful, if you break them they hurt you. Here grow the beautiful Belladonna, whose fruits bring healing as well as death. Here gro
Burmese Summer Rain
wet wet poetry
A Healing Woodland Stroll...
The woodland stimulates my senses. ( Enclosed rhyme scheme.)
Blossom
Green leaf branches stretching The sun's glinting eye Awake the sleeping Barren branch Now blossoms in the sun Bud's open to the glow The rays of sun Life blossem to make The leaf grow Rise up into the sun Glistens from the heat A
Welcome to the lake
love relaxed swimming in the natural lake
The Magnificent Air
The air we breathe is probably one of the most taken for granted things. It unites all living things. It levels the playing field. Some persons may consider human life to be superior to plant life. Yet, plants play a vital role in sustaining human life by replenishing the oxygen content of the air. They assimilate, into their structure, the carbon from the carbon dioxide human beings exhale and release the oxygen through photosynthesis, thereby replenishing the air's oxygen, which is vital for human existence (iambic pentameter).
SOFTLY SOFTLY....
The sky from every angle in a soft pastel twilight mode, never seen before.
Trees sighing
Life in the driest continent
October…. The Goddess
Sights of brilliant foliage inspired this poem.
The Old October Sky
Our mood matches changes in the seasons.....
mountain man
I'm rough hewn Lil you picked me still to your North star I'm the black trace elements fly to fill the sky.. you bring the things I lack I'm running Lil I'm running still.. from the law and from my sound the man who fell can lodge
Wait The Sun.....
as we in the southern hemisphere look forward to summer, those in the north, wait the fall and winter.......
the perfect woman
say it in a sequence of silent lullabies say it in the echoed phrases of goodbye say it a way that one day makes me care say it so I kayak through the rapids of your hair say it without speaking without thought or conscious guile say it