Poetry Blogs (forest)
slowed down to silence
at midnight in the forest
even the birds sleep
Tuesday 21st July 2020 9:38 pm
She's smart as a whip and shoots from the hip
She's calm in a crisis and clever
She's stronger than men and quick with a pen
She's wiser than Plato was ever
Forest Green. Forest Green, my sylvan lover
Take care not to get that one riled
She lives in the woods with all her goods
A creature of Nature, God's child
I was walking my dog on a day blunt with fog
Sunday 12th April 2020 2:38 pm
I longed to see a forest
So I crossed the seven seas
But when I finally got there
All I saw was trees
So I headed for the mountains
A range called Pyrenees
But when I got much nearer
All I saw was trees
And then somebody told me
The Amazon would please
And guess what bloody happened ?
Monday 21st January 2019 5:44 pm
I saw her stand
exposed and timid
in the leafy sun
a dappled beauty
I saw him stand
proud and sure
in the cool shade
a young pretender
I heard them come
angry and loud
through the heat
the older lads
I saw his doubt
alone and fearful...
Friday 18th May 2018 2:51 pm
This poem follows from my earlier work "Wet", set in the city of Cairns, Far North Queensland. Having reached the place, the next challenge is to figure out how to survive in the prevailing weather conditions: 100 percent humidity and massive daily rainfall. Air conditioning helps, somewhat.
Summer was the waiting for the Wet:
On Water Street, old Queenslanders
Friday 1st December 2017 4:31 am
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
Everyone deserves a dream or two.
Sleeping in a Forest
Light and fire and music
all dance within me
in this perfect, silent forest
as she welcomes me to her breast,
full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves
for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,
murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept
while overhead the white-hot starfields
bent to their nightly arcs...
Monday 30th January 2017 9:16 am
you green and pleasant land,
your beauty never ceases to instil
a calmness in my hands.
A sense of peace; contentment
within my wandering mind,
a fulfilling feast for longing eyes
that seem always looking behind.
The golden greens of your pastures
covering long and rolling hills,
the succulent scent of your flowers
tickling senses to smile at...
Sunday 2nd August 2015 7:04 pm
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.
Sunday 7th June 2015 10:17 am
Have you ever gazed into a tranqil pool?
its calm and cool, deviod of the haste and struggle.
a ripple can disturbe its calm and somehow only make it more beautiful.
life above it, below it, around it, in it. and it says ever still.
i chalenge you, find that in your citys and your towns.
weve disturbed that tranquil pool. and lost what we did not know we ever had.
... I want it b...
Sunday 9th November 2014 12:04 pm
Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I've been long-listed to be Penguin's 'Summer Wayfarer' (see here) but in order to make it into the shortlist of ten I need public votes - I'd be keen to emphasise the relationship between poetry and nature and document my travels in verse!
You can watch my video and vote for me here, I'd really appreciate it (and the deadline is tomorrow! ...
Sunday 23rd June 2013 9:57 pm
Lair Of The Snow Spider
there are domains so deep
that no one will tread
so dark that they are blind
in these dank places
the air is still and
sound is soft and mute
into this darkness
settling in the nooks
dusting the branches
with its ice grasp
can you hear it
the soft sly scuttle
of a many l...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 10:43 pm
if a tree falls and nobody is there should it make a recording
so that we all may hear it scream, tweet, so the birds that one day called it home
can carry word of it’s strident surrender?
maybe this tree is happy to fall and rest in quiet reflection
of it’s once verdant splendour, at peace with its latest role
as the newest crossing over the forest stream and
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:12 am
Like a sea of dancing green,
Twisting and turning,
Like a sweet summer dream.
The roar of wooshing waves,
Through leaves of glistening verde.
A sound so sweet and relaxing,
Never forgotten, once heard.
The creak of bending branch,
Stretching with complaint.
The sigh of silent voices,
So gentle and so faint.
Natures ancient guardians,
Standing lofty and aloof.
Stand watch and offer protection,
Sunday 17th June 2012 9:10 pm
This squirrel is crunchy nuts
He's oats so crazy.
He makes Hammy look
And with a cheeky smile
wrecks havoc on Hampshire.
It'll take more than a New Forest
to stop this rabid squirrel.
He subjugates snails
and bullies badgers.
Bonkers, he th...
Tuesday 7th June 2011 11:20 pm