Mavricks
love the movie "Chasing Mavricks" JUst a thought of words in my mind.
The Beauty of Falling Leaves!
Tis Fall, the season of falling leaves of gold and rustic red!
AUTUMN
You shall notice the first words will spell the word AUTUMN. And out of those first words the poem is written. It denotes this season of Autumn upon us now in New Jersey.
Cliffhanger
companionship...interdependence...
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it was a rose with no petals laughing at a thorn with no blood for my soul was red as Autumn a sea holding dreams of the moon echoes in the tide will say written in miles and miles of sand
In the Wake of Typhoon
Edited version of a poem I wrote late last year...for the victims of typhoon Bopha and this year's Yolanda...my heart goes with you.
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my name was but smoke drifting over flesh as yet to pass yet are we not all to young to be so acquainted with death bright leaves hung upon the tree of generation
sunset
The sunset is a beautyful thing. It adorns the closing of the day and causes the heart to sing! The day brings thoughts of years gone by, but the sunset brings rest and peace eternally on high! The golden amber hues wash away the lingering tears caus
The Hunter
It is the start of the annual deer hunt in rural New England. A tradition more than an event that transposes life itself into a timeless act of being one with our primordial self.
Fire of Birth (haibun)
fiercely burning fire setting the outback ablaze devastating all the thunder of hoofs as desperate animals flee birds overhead fleeing the greedy flames, that devour all they met leaving charred remains of those too weak, sick or even just to
Moonshine
Full moon tonight.
cool change
enjoying the lead up to the first of springs rain .......its been a long dry winter and spring
music and flowers ( haiku)
soft wafting music drifting filling the night air with romantic tunes bower of flowers full of sweet scented blossoms alive with colour
Snowflakes
a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond
A winter Collection of haiku's
inspired by Socrates title snowflake ty mate
Contemplation
Every morning he walked the path through immortal trees Just right before dawn while natures at peace Deep in the forest he listened to the shivering leaves Celebrating th
stars (14 word challenge)
stars bright Twinkle In the nite Distant They shine bright in the nite sky
I Am Rain (14 words)
I am Rain Falling from Above Blessing the Earth with Showers And my Love
Wind: 14 word challenge
Wind. God’s breath can be violent or kind. With chains you can never bind.
"Rain" 14 word challenge
When the Earth’s sunburns aches. God answers with "rain". Heaven’s tears washes away pain.
14 word challenge
Clipperty clop clipperty clop went the shire horses hooves as he pranced with glee
In Defense Of The Rain
Some folks like to complain And are very fickle They fume when rain is falling And fret at a mere drizzle Wild birds and animals They all need the rain Which gives them water For their lives to sustain The plants and the trees And all th
snow
sifted from the clouds it comes with out a sound. It drifts agianst the eaves and scatters the ground. It piles on fence posts and cars and shines like a thousand stars.
angry seas, seagulls and sands (hauki)
angry seas rolling wave on wave each one larger swamping the small boat seagulls circling harsh cries ring out in the wind plunging and fighting sands stretching for miles seaweed and shells scattered wide strewn debray everywhere
Guardian Of The Environment
I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. Poetic Prose
Unseen
It's about the world of fugi. The circle of life..
A Flower - Children's Poem
I wrote this poem for my nephew's eight year old daughter to encourage her to write poetry. She has an excellent command of English at her age. Writing this made me recall some of the poems I learned at school as a child. I hope I have succeeded, at least to some extent, in capturing the innocence and joyful feeling of childhood. I also hope it would bring out the child in some of you; I would like your comments from such a perspective since this is a children's poem. Or perhaps you can share it with children, get their comments and post them. Thank you!
Seasons Of Change (epic)
The earth slips into a deep sleep all beneath its surface now dormant sleepy animals curled up in their dens soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation all now slowed down awaiting the snows trees now denude of their canopy of leaves Jack Fro
A Quiet Place...
when one is surrounded with lovely spots...where most times you can be alone with nature......just day dreaming of the beauty of home...see you soon NZ...
i spy...
very aware of what is around .........
a together time
when I awakened at daybreak, I first went outside all about on the ground there was fresh fallen snow I quickly gathered a new stack of wood for the fire then headed back in the house and over to the stove my body was still stiff from the day’s w
Rains Under the Storm
Just a thought of the day as I put it to another write. I am sure you all have heard on the news that Illinois was hit with a bad storm on 11/17th/2013 well this is also the town where my young child is at rest since 2007 when he was age 20 who would be turning 27 this next coming month and this same town where his grave & marker is was hit so bad and my thoughts went into another write today.
SUMMER FLAME
I was missing NZ Christmas trees, the pohutokawas in bloom this time of the year...then I remembered Ponciana trees are everywhere here.. like pohutokawa trees they also herald the coming of the new year...I wrote this last night and as I am posting it now I checked if I have the spelling right...to my surprise I found a song about the tree... written long before I was born. It just shows how easily these trees can captivate an admiring soul...
A Night to Remember
Reflections of a winter night,
Once upon a time
I wrote today because we got a lot of snow in Ohio.
On Winter Shores
The most surreal images of a late winter day sitting by a shoreline.
~~ A bit of Nature ~~
Just a simple moment of time....
Tranquillity
Poetic prose (wrote this in 1968 in Winnipeg, Canada)
The Old Tree
Poetic Prose
Haiku 1 (diamonds in the snow---)
For those who may not know, Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry. The standard structure consists of three lines in which the first line consists of five syllables, the second has seven syllables and the third has five syllables. "Haiku is a finger pointing at the moon. If the hand is bejewelled, we no longer see that to which it points." The idea is to draw attention to what is being said and not to the words used to say it.
Birdsong
Poetic Prose
Valiant Rose
The very early sudden snow storm has caught out the rose bush there amidst two feet of snow bravely it opens its scarlet petals A vivid bright spectacle against the pure white new snow drifts I look realising that as it struggles proudly