I set off along the faint trail
it was one I had not noticed before
plunging me deep into unknown territory
stomach clenched in excitement as I strode on
Tall old Oaks, Aspens, Chestnuts and Beeches
cloaked the way ahead, I was aware of silence
rather a nervous paused silent as if holding it's breath
everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen
Deeper into the woods I went, admiring the new slightly odd
flora and fauna scattered about, beautiful flowers blooming
mushrooms two feet and more wide with red and yellow spots
sturdy enough to sit on while I took a rest
Slipping into sleep I travelled even deeper
until I came to the heart of these mysterious woods
a shout went up from elves, fairies and pixies
she is here at last, our soon to be crowned new queen
A magical glen with a throne in the middle
red carpet made from red flower petals strewn
jewels most wondrous glinting in the trees
birds so colourful that they dazzle as they fly
Clasping me by the hand, the pixies lead me to the throne
once I am seated, they serve me with golden nectar
tasty berries and cakes of flowers on leaves for plates
full of such excitement I gaze around the clearing
A place of tranquillity and majestical splendour
little houses in the trees and small fairy lights
standing sentinel was an ancient gnarled Oak
branches waving as it moved towards me
Shaking as it drew closer and stopped before me
an elf handed it a crown that glittered with gems
turning to me it said let the crowning commence
with great ceremony he uttered the words
"Has any here just cause as to why she shouldn't be crowned?"
A deathly silence prevailed not even a murmur
Then turning to me he placed it on my head
all around were now on bended knee, heads bowed
The oak said "Now you are our ordained queen"
As a great cheer went up I startled back awake
the clearing, throne and all the little people vanished
All that was left behind was a feather of wonderful hues
and the crashing of a startled stag fleeing into the trees
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Winters morning, sky all grey and cold,
wind blowing leaves, yellow, brown, crumbled and old,
shallow pools of misty rain, reflecting distorted images of Autumns pain,
falling drops of crystal perils washing off the red clay stains
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Water has been around since the beginning of life itself
Water is an essential part of life as it falls from the clouds
to become part of our oceans, rivers and streams.
Since the inception of man, water has played
an important part of our survival on our planet today
yet man does his best to pollute our drink of life
nature's natural made water.
If this keeps going on without change
man will be responsible, for his own destruction
as all the planet's water will be poison to us all.
So it is up to man to save this planet
and our wonderful drink of life....Water
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
This poem is about our rarest commodity Water, and it is an environmental poem, I give you
Water...The Drink Of Life
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Moon casting shadows
as it shines down through the trees
forming eerie shapes
Exploding stars shoot
across the sky leaving trails
glittering behind
Still mysterious
the lake gleaming in moonlight
silver in beauty
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Posted: Aug 2013
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Dragonfly your the one the dance's in the sky and the one that catches my eyes sometimes I with I could fly like a jewel in the sky and dance to and you are the one that is free to be a beautiful jewel for everyone to see .
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
Just Dragonflies
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Rainbow peeking out
bands of colour refracting
in vibrant beauty
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Posted: Aug 2013
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Icy is the breeze
as it flows over the Tundra
making big snow drifts
Cheeky monkey waits
until your back is turned
then steals all your fruit
Golden ray of sun
blazing paths full of sunlight
warms as it touches
Rain teeming downward
flooding the marshy grasslands
beware the bog lands
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Posted: Aug 2013
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Life and a living being
can never be separated
See one
and you see the other
Destroy one
and you destroy the other
Pluck a flower from a tree
and dissect it
to understand it
You no longer have that flower
as it existed
on the tree
You may have an understanding
of the relationship
between the components
of a dead flower
but you will have forever lost
the totality of the experience
of the LIVING flower
To see the flower
in its completeness
BECOME THE FLOWER
and understand a reality
that can only be experienced
but can never be put into words
for the whole is more than
the sum of its parts
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Poetic Prose
I wrote this piece after reading a comparison of the eastern and western perspectives, by D.T. Suzuki, a Zen Buddhist, on a similar phenomenon.
A Japanese haiku poet, Basho, was walking along a country road when he noticed a wildflower blooming by the hedge. Tennyson, an English poet, observed a flower growing in a crevice in a wall. There is a marked contrast in their reactions.
Basho observes the flower, as it is, in its full beauty and composes a haiku to express his feeling. Tennyson, plucks the flower and holds it in his hand in his attempt to 'understand' it.
Basho sees the 'living' flower and feels its essence as a living thing. He 'becomes' the flower. Tennyson 'kills' the flower thereby seeking to understand a 'dead' flower, devoid of life.
"Life and a living being(thing) can never be separated".
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Water
Water flowing down
babbling, full of joyfulness
giving life to all
Sun
Soul of life are you
blazing ball of sparking fire
lighting up our world
Clouds
Gentle clouds drift by
casting shadows over all
blanking out the sun
written 08/21/2013
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Posted: Aug 2013
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Such small wonders this autumn yields...
watch the squirrel busily collecting nuts
stashing them away for winter's depths
let's hope he remembers where they are
The apple trees heavily laden, branches sag
ponies happily munching at the wind falls
tractors hard at work bringing in the crops
piling it up in the barns, ready for winter
Lazy smoke drifting from the chimney pots
carrying heavenly smells of roasting meats
cattle lowing, announcing it is milking time
I drink it all in and feel very happy to be alive
written 08/13/2013
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
the challenge here was to take a line from another poets work and write a new poem I used Barbara Gorelick's poem
Such small wonders this autumn yields...
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