edge of the precipice, / raptures of verse
....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….
A glimpse of the very possible future
Once labeled as barbaric in practice / Inventing its image as evil witchcraft
I wonder about how some people can possibly believe in Intelligent Design. Biodiversities work in ways that no human will ever be able to appreciate… especially now. Life in a structured ecosystem is too balanced and percise to have been thought of logically, and if it were so, we humans must really think about how much we truly contribute to society, not just among humans but nature it’s self, and see if we truly deserve the right to be in the animal kingdom.
I’ll think of you like chokecherries / skin and mealy seeds / bundled, grainy, / juicy and sweet / the hows and whats and whys and wheres / of…
9.2008 I could make this poem go on and on for a very long time…kind of like Montana does.
two prickles / either will hurt / neither gives / any alert
the very talented Mr Paul Rees-Jones posted a very true picture of nature vs man made Nettles on Barbs / these words was my warning in my head I thought you’d like to hear them too! / Simply “DON’T TOUCH EITHER” / Chookas! ♥
Feeling grateful for being featured in People and Portraiture!
My heart beats to what rhythm? I ask, and where? / It’s the same at all pulse points, like sounds of a snare; Yet, I have no drumsticks…
10BillionBeats Friday Sept. 18, 2009, 7:00 PM Set your calendars and please invite others to join us in DRUMMING for Peace and Goodwill ♥
Ready, Willing, and Disenfranchised.
. / .. / ... “There is a sufficiency in the world for man’s need but not for man’s greed.” - Gandhi ... / .. / .
Sumptuous and delightful / The way I always pictured my toes
Amazing story… Exceptional Artist, DevineDayDreams comments on this poem. I see her icon and say this icon looks like this poem and she says.. wow I feel this too. The name of her art? silence must be heard ~Now that is uncanny~ Synchronicity as she has NEVER BEFORE COMMENTED ON ONE OF MY POEMS… till today.. My line in the poem is.. / Silence likes to be heard Her title to her art is / Silence Must Be Heard OMG!! Her piece below brings me such joy and my experience with her today gives me more A belief that the Universe directs the every little detail.. and I no longer have to look for anything.. the law of attraction brings every thing to me, to each other…THAT WHICH IS LIKEN TO ITSELF IS DRAWN SILENCE MUST BE HEARD BY.. DevineDayDreams / / My heart beats with a joy that grows everyday. My attention to love seems to flourish with believing Love is my birthright. I am not separate from the focus of my attention when it focuses on kindness and joy and the sensual pleasures of relationship. / For YOU.
I was, I used to be, thinking back my spine held me upright before but now my veins are disappearing with their lack of blood flow and my…
Upon the gritty, stony shore I perched in earnest contemplation, / And lobbing a pebble amid the bluish green liquid serenity- / I marveled…
This was originally written as a statement on man’s relationship with nature. It did, however, turn out to reflect much of man’s relationship with man or lack thereof. This work was written in the styles of Wordsworth, Shelley, and many other far more talented writers than myself.
We are like plastic, / plastic bags into the wind…
For those who have seen “American Beauty” and are into preserving nature and themselves, as complete human beings. Start being a better person and don’t live only for yourself. Recycle your attitude and your trash. This is for the modern hippies.
dark and silky smooth to the touch… I pondered on the question…
As a young child I had the realisation that nature could and would survive without the presence of man but not man without the presence of nature… Recent feature in Midnight Ramblers
O’, to be unseen by the hands of the greater good. / Fettered with ignorance, a bliss more wanton than the love / of a willing beauty; high…
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Reformulating life as it appears / does not explain thy need to know too much, / and prithee pray to thee, a silent touch / upon this earth,...
on waking…
It had been both wonderful and treacherous. It reminded him of his worst memories, yet took away the pain of them.
A story about the love between man and nature.
Her beauty calls me, I can’t deny / It makes my heart so hot, it steams / And from my depths, releases cries / Reactions normal, though so e…
Beauty can hold a man prisoner
The Circle of Life seems correlated to this zoonotic disease.
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