Poetry Blogs (2011, nature)
Blanc flakes nestle honestly outside,
Crisp winds slap almost lovingly,
Heavenly scenery melting suddenly,
All is as it was once before.
Tuesday 27th December 2011 12:30 am
Moonsister, earth goddess,
The sky awaits you, your
searching gaze pauses the
Does your heart beat in
time with nature or do you
listen to the wind for your
name being called?
Monday 26th December 2011 3:29 pm
Here in our English country there is a broad range of scenery,
Form the ancient greenery of an oak wood to the gently flowing
rivers of the lowlands, this is a country of many moods and colours.
There are hills and marshes, mountains and lakes all with wild life galore.
Everyone is pleased to see such graceful scenes if out walking or quietly s...
Monday 12th December 2011 4:43 pm
As it reaches its zenith the midnight sun casts its pale light over this silent land.
Nothing stirs except the howling winter wind over miles and miles of emptiness.
No animal or man is to be found here, only the elements in their most basic form.
Earth, wind, fire and water. This is God’s land, a timeless placeless place.
Sunday 11th December 2011 7:49 pm
Out walking to where three valleys meet, past Dovestones, on a drizzly day. ...
Thursday 24th November 2011 1:00 pm
Solitary in winter
I find you on the beach
I’ve walked some miles across this sand
wind knocking me back.
On my right the sea battles.
My hair lashes my face.
In this chaos of desolation
you are a concentrated essence
a nugget of pure exhaustion.
What lies behind your dreaming ruby eye?
The pressure of the sea
Thursday 20th October 2011 6:47 pm
I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.
Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.
Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:39 pm
The massive boulder sits in the lea of the moor; it has been here for a million years
and seen everything that has ever happened.
So many tons of stone made up of all of the elements which make up the very
This piece of stone has been here longer than Man himself and it has seen so many years
come and go, from the harsh cold of wi...
Thursday 15th September 2011 1:40 am
The raging river runs all year round through the varied landscape,
hundreds of yards wide and a dozen deep, a lifeline of the planet.
Full of life, a river of life for the people who live by it and for nature herself.
Mankind uses this river as a source of food and power with his river boats.
He is often blind to the harm he can do, taking too much fish an...
Wednesday 24th August 2011 2:26 pm
Sunday 7th August 2011 9:47 pm
What will it take for you to give a damn? To give instead of to take? Instead of taking and raping the, our, world of her resources, you decide to do an about turn and care for our precious planet. Not to turn the clouds black with smog and car exhaust fumes, no more acid rain in her lakes and rivers. No black seas and polluted beaches full of oil from a so calle...
Thursday 4th August 2011 2:26 pm
The wild colt enjoyed
the tall green grass.
One day he was captured
and made a beast of
burden. He worked in the
field and pulled the wagon,
but he longed for
the tall green grass.
He grew old and weak,
one day he lay down
and closed his eyes.
When he opened...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 6:03 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
Now with added audio (felt better read).
Wishing For Rain
She spent that week,
Wishing for rain.
Every morning that
Reaching towards her.
But a dry week
And quick pick-me-ups
From a garden sale,
Hid the hate.
An attempt to resuscitate
The happy days of swing
Tuesday 24th May 2011 2:09 am
‘But a man’
If it were, for only birds to see
Through skies, far and wide
Then would we not want to see
Through birds eyes?
If it were only for the horses to gallop
Distances far and wide
And only our limbs could take us there
Could we take that, in our stride?
If it were for only fish to swim
To cross oceans, rivers and waters full
And to sink to their depths of ...
Saturday 30th April 2011 1:18 pm