300th poem "Mine to Blame"
I am deeply reflective with self awareness on this most festive day of Thanksgiving...like my Puritan fathers before me....is my fate upon the shores of new and wild land.
Deer Hunting
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......
A SONNET TO ANN.
There is more than one way to say 'I love you'. what better form than a 'sonnet'.
To Boldly Go.......
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles. "To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
My angel
In of all the world and of all the time When Technology hides God's True Power Full of mystery, love and without rhyme She brings joy to my heart at this very hour. Invisible for all but me to see Is her light and her wings that makes her soa
My Little Leaf
This sonnet pays tribute to each and every leaf I have ever shared my life with.
Forever Lost
This sonnet is a message of what is lost, when the one true love that seeks us out can only be found through the lense of faith....just believe it.....and it will be so.
A Quiet Shoreline
The sonnet is reflective of a quiet nightime stroll down by the sea on those rare occurrances when the sea is calm and all the stars are out shining brightly. I contemplate what I must do to capture this feeling and make it last in my mind.
Evening song
This poem is reflective of a hard working farm life and ultimate enjoyment that nature brings…
Fly
Can’t see you Can’t feel you Can’t hear you Can’t speak to you I dream of you That I’m with you I wish That I feel you You’re closed to me In my heart And On my mind You’re like the air Sometimes here And Sometimes the
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
Ma'at
Have you ever thought about what it would take to restore life's balance? To fix it where humanity was one with life? Instead of people out there hustling around trying to event this and that to make things better as they see it they would be just enjoying the world as one of natures miracles? To not have anyone better than the other? Richer than the other? The right color? The right size? Just simply allowed to be? To roam the earth to eat the fruits off the trees? Without getting a shot gun shoved in your face and told to get off my property. Because there would no longer be your property or mine. I cannot help but wonder when did we decide we could take property and call it ours? Was this the beginning of the end?
Castaway on the Moon
A sober sonnet reflecting my lonely mood on a wet, cold drizzly day feels as if being trapped inside of a spider's coccoon (wrapped by clouds)....for who knows how long ....weird thought ...I know...
Wisdom In The Woods
A walk in the autumn woods begs for explanations when such things are found as a row of brilliant maples in foliage and many little clues left behind.
Reflections in Nature
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.
Eyes So Icy Blue
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......
Under Your Spell
Many thoughts staring out my window my mind drifting away to another time when a late summer night blossoms thoughts still wonderimg what might become of love and life.
Some Soft Rain
Deeply reflective of the cleansing spirit of a soaking rain washing our minds and bodies like some rain gutters of the many webs and debris caught up in them that might cling there in a very surreal and refreshing way!!!
Odontoceti (Lady Morgana's Challenge)
A little hint perhaps in the title????
The _ _ _ _ _ _ Sonnet (LadyMorgana's Challenge)
Thanks again to LadyMorgana for the inspiration. The title should be fairly obvious anyway, but I'm still curious to see if it can be guessed from the poem. The animal (or rather species) is not territorial at all except around its own 'home', the reason for which is its tendency to live a monogamous life with one chosen partner. Except for human interference as part of the exotic pet trade, it is a rather robust animal that - more than anything else - can die of a broken heart when held in solitary captivity, especially when removed from a previous partner.
Lasting Beauty
Why have people substituted so much worthless junk in place of so many beautiful and natural things?
Paddling into Paradise (Soulgoddess' Challenge)
I am fortunate to live in one of the most wildest and rural landscapes in America, teaming with abundent wildlife, so at any moment during my many sojourns into nature is found what I can only define as my Carpe Diem...that is simply to watch and 'enjoy nature'....
Common Dandelion (Yankee's Challenge)
The dandelion is a flower that I admire. It reflects brightly upon my youth. We would pluck it many flowers answering such important questions of the day like ''she's loves me or she love's me not"....or link its stems together into proud necklaces. It reminds of how something so simple and yet so common (enough to be called an invasive, noxious weed by 'The Purists') can also be so useful and colorful and welcomed by many other creatures..including me for making some delicious wine that I use mostly for cooking and also tenderizing meat.
A Broken Ladder
In this sonnet reflects a commentary of our times when society sows seeds for destruction by a collective failure of its leadership to allow ways for "all its members" to climb up the social-economic ladder.
Forest Dweller
About this poem: Inspired from tales told in Native American cultures..mostly the the Choctaw and Chickasaw...of the Misssissippi.
Interviewing Your Love
Just thinking about all the complex reasons why people like and respect each other.
The Raffish Ruffians
Red Light Districts.....Gangs..Violence....everywhere !!!
Night Waits On The Prairie
Trying to imagine a life of cowboys watching over a herd of cattle at night on a western prairie.
Mountain Glory
Under the rich green canopy of a mountain forest In a twisting, gurgling stream one may find the ever exclusive brook trout.
Sonnet La Forest
This is just an attempt to give sonnet a shot.
Spirit Walking
I am embellishing the sense of a vagabond hippie (my alter ego) taking a journey down an old logging road only experiencing what nature comes along his path and allowing this nature to nurture a weary soul and freeing some spirit to walk along with me ....
Memories (Lucy's challenge)
I have always struggled with the sonnet, but can't resist a good challenge.
Border Wars (A Kickit Challenge)
Inspired by Kickit's openning line...which happenned to be fortuitous pentameter for my fav sonnet style....my poem envisions a disputed border fence as a symbol of mistrust....
Back to Earth
Just be yourself for goodness sake because you'll never fool anyone trying to be somebody you're not.
To a Lady.
A sonnet to the best of womanhood.
Some Summer Eve
Much scenery and nature on the edge of our lake with the moon and stars all ablaze...rising over so many mountain peaks on a summer eve....New England.
Sweet Summer Rain
Reflecting on those anxious days when the new emerging plants are so tender so early in the growing season and watching the sky for clouds...and all the abundent wildlife for signs.....of sweet summer rain.....
Penniless Bench
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once served in wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all too true.....
Byegone London.
A sonnet on construction, highlighting how we all too often? wax lyrical about bygone days, yet in general, it was far from the truth, hopefully, the closing couplet focuses the condradiction to the previous twelve lines.
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.
A Hidden World
Rediscovering an incredible abundence of life right out there in a field of tall grass, a hidden world which 99.9 % of us have maybe never seen...well perhaps since our own childhood.
Waiting Angel
When I was younger I felt so big and important. As if I was the whole world. With time that has passed by I have humbly learned that I play such a small part in this huge world. And everyday that is given to me I except the challenge to try and make it better than the day before.