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Jungle tales
The mud cracks on the jungle floor
the heat rises in a limp haze
a roar of birds aloft in the treetops
I take a bearing
its south to the town
but all I can see is endless growth
Wiping the sweat from my brow
I put down the rifle and open a bag of gold nuggets
three months of toil and this the reward
I laugh, for in this solitude I have learnt to regale the nature spirits
worthy companions, reclusive
Last night I dreamt of celebration
a senorita by my bed
when she spoke it was as if heaven had anointed her
to become my companion
but I awoke to only insects buzzing
and the wash of a waterfall
I pick up the trail again
for I must make the town before nightfall
lest evil befall a brazen soul
under the shafts of a familiar moon
the heat rises in a limp haze
a roar of birds aloft in the treetops
I take a bearing
its south to the town
but all I can see is endless growth
Wiping the sweat from my brow
I put down the rifle and open a bag of gold nuggets
three months of toil and this the reward
I laugh, for in this solitude I have learnt to regale the nature spirits
worthy companions, reclusive
Last night I dreamt of celebration
a senorita by my bed
when she spoke it was as if heaven had anointed her
to become my companion
but I awoke to only insects buzzing
and the wash of a waterfall
I pick up the trail again
for I must make the town before nightfall
lest evil befall a brazen soul
under the shafts of a familiar moon
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
Just felt like writing some prose, not really a poem
online today!A Dove
A Dove, soft and grey, walking unafraid in a garden of cats.
A Black bird perched on a tree, watching the world from above.
A second dove flew down and sat with the first, beaks touching, cooing softly.
I was the Dove, and the blackbird.
To find the Second dove, to touch, but with minds, bodies and souls would be magical.
But, I have found that a Dove can fly alone and be ok.
A Black bird perched on a tree, watching the world from above.
A second dove flew down and sat with the first, beaks touching, cooing softly.
I was the Dove, and the blackbird.
To find the Second dove, to touch, but with minds, bodies and souls would be magical.
But, I have found that a Dove can fly alone and be ok.
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
Watching the garden outside, eating ice-cream and wondering why I am back.But kind of happy to be back.
Firefly
My little fireflies send me secret messages
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights
Those flying ferries with magic wands
Three short blinks and three long
Each species a little different from the rest
Like the songs of chirping warblers
In the breeding canopies high in fir trees
I watch and wait with flashlights and nets
For you to appear after the sun sets
After its brilliant colors fade away
And before the first stars appear
I watch you dance and flash and play
Moments of seduction swing and sway
Or perhaps just luring in your prey
I know not exactly why you so delight
That growing twilight with your lights
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I love those brief early summer nights when fireflies so delight my childlike curiosity.Winter thoughts
Enter the winter
rolling hail in the street
I think of refuge
after the roses have died
and the leaves have filled the streets
you feel the curl inside
the harboring of breath
as if the age will not pass
the secret is to lie in a hot tub
with the steam rising high
and whistle a merry tune
"Spring, wonderful spring.."
until the wine runs low
then off to bed you go.
rolling hail in the street
I think of refuge
after the roses have died
and the leaves have filled the streets
you feel the curl inside
the harboring of breath
as if the age will not pass
the secret is to lie in a hot tub
with the steam rising high
and whistle a merry tune
"Spring, wonderful spring.."
until the wine runs low
then off to bed you go.
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
Just pondering winter
frost
buried my toes in snow
earth so brown below
brown frozen holding down
snow all over earth like crown
I was freezing
pretty pain from one snow flake
it kept me for sure wide awake
was I something death could take
another devil for God’s sake
the frost was teasing
hand of sleep reached me so
my breath was pretty bad to blow
I should have known this years ago
like any other flying crow
the frost was pleasing
earth so brown below
brown frozen holding down
snow all over earth like crown
I was freezing
pretty pain from one snow flake
it kept me for sure wide awake
was I something death could take
another devil for God’s sake
the frost was teasing
hand of sleep reached me so
my breath was pretty bad to blow
I should have known this years ago
like any other flying crow
the frost was pleasing
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Posted: May 2023
Post Comment
INNER PEACE LONGED.
Crescent moon, through silver birch shine
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed
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Posted: Mar 2023
About this poem:
A few years ago I woke surrounded by a harbour, not living at the side.I had 4 Great Danes and 2 New Foundlands, and sat on comfy couch amongst my dogs. We were raised out of the water, as we waited the water level to subside.
We'd moved the horses and stock in time, just incase.......but sadly recent floods came with no warning for so many......
Springtime Coronation
When lush tender green grasses
That grows in early springtime
Beautiful behind camera glasses
Watch the colors as they rhyme
Those dancing dandelions ablaze
Tulips standing like colorful sentries
How the flowers pop and amaze
The noblest of all the gentries
A perfect coronation in natures sight
The most sacred dances and song
The chase and chatter songbirds fight
Pageantry of love make our hearts long
For a few brief weeks this battle wages
When all the color and noise take flight
A spectacle to behold for all the ages
Under a glowing sun shines so bright
That grows in early springtime
Beautiful behind camera glasses
Watch the colors as they rhyme
Those dancing dandelions ablaze
Tulips standing like colorful sentries
How the flowers pop and amaze
The noblest of all the gentries
A perfect coronation in natures sight
The most sacred dances and song
The chase and chatter songbirds fight
Pageantry of love make our hearts long
For a few brief weeks this battle wages
When all the color and noise take flight
A spectacle to behold for all the ages
Under a glowing sun shines so bright
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
This poem seems fitting for the occasion.
online today!Birds chirping about?
when I talk to you
I'm actually just chatting to me
because conspicuous by absence again.
Won't imagine in which beautiful area,
with whom enjoying precious time.
You're smarter than me,
that's why I'm thinking of you.
Regardless, thoughts are free
to live in love with you.
The sun warms the colors of nature,
alone in it in quiet peace,
sit here together and listen to inspirations
I'm actually just chatting to me
because conspicuous by absence again.
Won't imagine in which beautiful area,
with whom enjoying precious time.
You're smarter than me,
that's why I'm thinking of you.
Regardless, thoughts are free
to live in love with you.
The sun warms the colors of nature,
alone in it in quiet peace,
sit here together and listen to inspirations
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
beautiful day in spring, sitting in the forestRainy Night
The rain falls gently on the rooftops,
A soft patter that never stops,
In the darkness of the night,
The raindrops shimmer in the light.
The world is hushed, the streets are still,
As the rain continues its gentle trill,
The leaves rustle in the breeze,
As the drops fall on the trees.
The air is cool, the scent is sweet,
As the rain washes away the heat,
It's a moment of calm, a moment of peace,
As the rain brings the earth release.
The sound of the rain is a lullaby,
A soothing melody, a gentle sigh,
As we lay in bed and listen,
To the raindrops on the windows glisten.
So let the rain fall, let it pour,
Let it wash away the worries of before,
For on this rainy night,
Everything feels clean and bright.
A soft patter that never stops,
In the darkness of the night,
The raindrops shimmer in the light.
The world is hushed, the streets are still,
As the rain continues its gentle trill,
The leaves rustle in the breeze,
As the drops fall on the trees.
The air is cool, the scent is sweet,
As the rain washes away the heat,
It's a moment of calm, a moment of peace,
As the rain brings the earth release.
The sound of the rain is a lullaby,
A soothing melody, a gentle sigh,
As we lay in bed and listen,
To the raindrops on the windows glisten.
So let the rain fall, let it pour,
Let it wash away the worries of before,
For on this rainy night,
Everything feels clean and bright.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2023
Post CommentAdonis to rise
In the great woods
you'll find gallantry
there amongst the tree spirits
iron and blood
which is without their need
will not invoke them
for a parade of souls
who paid to the corn god
for succession of evils
wilt away in the groves
and as day gives to night
the fire festivals
come alive
to sacrifice the bull
blood amongst the young
and the garlands
roll in the wind
as we scrape the earth
in yearning
but let us burn the effigy
for Adonis to rise
you'll find gallantry
there amongst the tree spirits
iron and blood
which is without their need
will not invoke them
for a parade of souls
who paid to the corn god
for succession of evils
wilt away in the groves
and as day gives to night
the fire festivals
come alive
to sacrifice the bull
blood amongst the young
and the garlands
roll in the wind
as we scrape the earth
in yearning
but let us burn the effigy
for Adonis to rise
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2023
About this poem:
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