Nature Poems (1,991)

Age has a no
Whats your no may I ask
Are you old are you young
You may ask

Will I tell
Or give you a no don't ask
What is age have you
Lived a life of stiff have you chilled with a life of ease you may ask will I tell you may have to find out
Is my skin smooth is my skin old
What's your age you may ask

For a day in late April yesterday it was stiffly shady with a cold wind.
The year before last was already summery warm so moved naked and freely in the way nature created us.

When came back from a bike-tour where visited emotionally cold, unfriendly mutants,
thraw in warm bath water cleansed of
negative influences.
From the bathtub straight to bed;
Floating snowflakes confirmed the cold.
Duged out the Winter blanket and woke up
bathed in sweet sweats because morning sun's rays
heat up the room.
Stayed in the cozy home, because it's cold outside.

Nature determines Rhythm

Sleepin' in the dark and gettin' up when the rooster crows in the dung heap,
followin' dreams

It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided
to put out the light and
to look out the window.

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow.

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked
as lovely as it looks tonight.

Within a forest in a glade,
Is Nature's finest green brocade,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
Inside the mirror of a dream.

If I should pause, to change direction,
Go to that place of soft reflection,
To sit beneath a sylvan bower,
Some dappled, sun splashed, shady hour,


A sacred glen, where Nature's free,
And shadows weave a tracery,
That laces through this hidden dell,
Where is that place? - I shall not tell.

In this green forest filled with trees,
Birds singing in their canopies,
Life is filled with extant power,
From trembling leaf to tip of flower,

Sun shining on a cloudless day,
Give me peace from the world's dismay,
To think a while in solitude,
An unspoiled place of rectitude,

I wish now for some sweet release,
And hope this song may never cease,
Within that wild and ancient glade,
Where lyrebirds sing in serenade,

In every leaf of every branch,
A gentle breeze will make them dance,
It's nestled by a secret stream,
My blissful sweet poetic dream.




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when I thought of you,

I could see the volcano exploding;

Had been bubbling for long time-

was to be expected

the sound of silence
its mesmerising nature
peaceful and serene

Haiku. 575 (Nature)

one spoonful of earth
teeming with tiny creatures
each with huge purpose

Senryu. 575 (Human Foibles)

youths stared down at phones
a full rainbow blessed the sky
alas they missed it

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 lattice artifice,
A crazed and crumbling edifice;-
The ice floes crashing to the sea,
From all the melting glaciers.


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Lush forest trees are hacked down every day,
For human gain that shows me disrespect,
But toxic mindsets have a price to pay,
When climate change disasters take effect.

With soaring carbon gasses on the rise,
My tears fall on the earth as acid rain,
Loud storms on swelling oceans are my cries,
Wild forest fires my raging, burning pain.

It's not too late for man to save the globe,
But mankind is a greedy, selfish beast,
Reluctant when there's remedies to probe,
Before the population lies deceased.

The warnings that I give your world Take Heed !
My name is Mother Nature, yours is Greed.

Happiness lies in the simple things in life -

hearing birdsong when one awakens in the early morning
observing the morning sun creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky