Moon Ode
Moon you serenade me nightly casting your beaming silvery rays touching and filling my weary soul with awesome magical perfection Watching you in your various phases crescent sliver you delight and enchant yet too your half sends heartfelt s
Ode To My Hills
the Quantock Hills were the first to be given the title of outstanding natural beauty in 1956
SEEK AND YOU WILL FIND
I wrote this poem not long after my husband died.
THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years. Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997 Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
BABY'S THE BOSS
First written: 14th July 1997. This was my Mothers yorkie dog. She lived to about thirteen years old, and unfortunately developed epilepsy and eventually had to be put to sleep because it could not be controlled in the end even with medication.
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
Thank You
thankful for the God and i know this is not a poem
Happy
We can't always expect others or material things to bring us happiness, we must look within. Thanks for reading, God bless everyone. J
THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S CREATION
ALL OF GOD'S CREATION IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME, EVERY RIVER, EVERY LAKE, EVERY OCEAN, AND EVERY SEA; THE SUNRISES AT DAWN TO GIVE US THE MORNING LIGHT, AND THE MOON AND THE STARS IN SPACE ARE LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT THE MOUN
Darling of your eye
During my teens which I am not now of course,I loved a girl so much and had a feeling that she was my everything and life without her was nothing.They say a beautiful soul outshines a beautiful body.I only loved the soul enshrined in the temple of love.Try as I may I could not succeed in getting her as my soulmate my mind was bleeding and is bleeding even to this day. The wounds and scars are permanent and shall never ever disappear.I dedicate this to her.
November's CConversation
A November Conversation "Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail, somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows. And with a gust of wind, four
A Remote yet crowded Church
the woods are my pastime church. I enter with solemnity. I find peace , harmony and a feeling of being as close to God as possible. I have found that the woods arE THE "CHURCH OF THE WOLVES and they will challenge your right to be on their sacred lair.
Mom
about my mother who passed
my very own , Solomon's Song of Songs
My song of songs i wrote using some proverbs.
"Thank You"
Giving thanks for his goodness.
The Bonfire
Life in the forests, lakes and plains of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world.
Sunshine in the rain
I wrote this to woo a woman who left me cold , got scammed by her I had hopes it shows the path from darkness into the light
Mândra mea-i frumoasa tare (Most Beautiful Woman)
This is a Romanian rural love poem - the fresh translation of it is mine. Its about a country lad hopelessly in love with his girl and love is a reward for the hardships of country life. A charming poem.
Thinking of David.
This the story that my Mother revealed to me, about my brother David, her love and commitment to her very poorly son, who died at the age of 10 months, which this day and age would merit minor surgery, such the two edged sword of life.
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Life is a Novel
At each day we rise we get to write a new page Discovering what is most alive in us and releasing it to others During the day we contribute to each others novel Challenged by life’s ups and downs we write our stories As the day wares on we get to
The Sunflower Rises
Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle s