Poetry Blogs (2020, nature)
Living beneath the wind,
How easy it is not to reach for the stars.
But sleeping beneath the moon,
How can we not yearn?
Touched by infinity,
Where do we place the next step?
Conscious of eternity,
We must ever go on.
In all of this grandeur, I should feel so small.
Soaking it into every pore,
In all this variety, I must seem so dull.
Watching the intricacy,
Tuesday 8th December 2020 10:25 am
Give me grace as a tree…
Give me power as the leaf…
And the friendship of the grass
If I fall.
I wouldn’t mind if I
Had the freedom of the sky,
And the warmth of the sunlight
On the earth.
Give me a song as the sea…
Play me music like the breeze…
And the comfort of the silence
Of the night.
I will not mind at all.
I will be one part of it all.
And rejoice at the splendour
Of the ...
Friday 27th November 2020 4:18 pm
Thank God, or St Giles anyway,
For Stoney Clouds.
You could be anywhere in the: Peaks, the counties, the Dales or the moors.
Jays give sudden alarm in coppice charms,
As people arrive, who should be indoors,
Locked down from our friends and family,
But luckily not the green of Stoney.
Stoney, an apt name for stoner youth,
Pot-plastered at the bench,
On the summ...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 3:25 pm
Roses were never within her
Just the cloying fragrance of Lilies
Emanating from every pore and ethereal breath
Moss befriending her like an earthly blanket
Comforting her cold, dead bones
Flesh decaying to fertilizer
for sprouting fungi:
Tempting flavoursome morsels of meaty bouquet
Take one, whispers the breeze
Persuaded by gentle winds that prickle sk...
Thursday 12th November 2020 6:00 pm
To long for the tall and rounded neck
Of the swan overwintering.
To wind it round all snug and warm,
Tucked and sheltered under wing.
To see me through to daffodils,
When the long nights up and scarper.
But first the wind will undress trees
And its bite will get much sharper
For now the song has dimmed to still
And the sun just won’t stay put.
The air is g...
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:18 pm
Instead of inhaling
doom and gloom,
let’s take a walk
in the woods,
play hide and seek
among willow trees,
Feel the sun rejuvenate our soul,
Become one with dirt and rain,
bathe in the healing fluid from mother nature’s veins,
just what the doctor ordered.
Monday 12th October 2020 1:27 am
eight limbs lower so small and afraid,
a two limbed child chases your dance,
dragging their feet and fate to you,
but your step to a web is slow,
to small to catch the beat of their murder,
might they show mercy and turn it down?
for you to dance in silence.
Monday 28th September 2020 11:57 am
How free, flows the raging river
How free, float the clouds
How free, sways the luscious grass
How free, stand trees so proud
How free, swirls the playful wind
How free, tides ebb and flow
How free, the sunlight bathes the earth
How free, wild flowers grow
How free, the stars prick night with gold
How free, the moon that shimmers
How free, roam creatures of ...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 12:25 pm
There's 2 sticks
Give it A lot of friction
A slow building tension
Allow it some time It'll start, don't whine
See the little embers?
all of the smoke?
Take a step back so you don't choke.
Give it room to breathe
Just watch, you'll see.
See, there's a little flame
all you need is a little time and patience
You wouldn't want all that effort to be wasted.
Tuesday 25th August 2020 2:59 am
Ujjal Mandal, India
Love the Nature, I swear she must fall in love with you.
Monday 17th August 2020 2:52 am
The smatterbog was tepid
Its fluesence slowly heaving
With every gentle billowing
Of the lively tensile surface
a fragrant wind was passed
making stealthy breezes
titillate leaves of dew
That shed their droplet treasures
into the mouths of steaming crocs
as iridescent dragonflies danced
amongst the reeds
along the bogsome banks.
‘Twas then the spotted hoary...
Saturday 1st August 2020 11:56 am
I recently stumbled upon a website which had the letters written by Vincent Van Gogh to his brother, family and friends. Completely absorbed I was lost to research for hours on end, compelled to learn more of this painters fascinating life story. Here is the resulting “found” poem which uses lines written by Van Gogh himself to describe his experiences, collated in a way which hopefully does justi...
Thursday 30th July 2020 5:39 pm
I always took the sky for granted
Never really cared about the stars
Stuck strictly to the daily round,
Women and booze and fast cars
Sunsets are for walking into with you
At last I see the magic in the sky
Sunsets are for walking into with you
How did sunsets ever escape my eye?
You taught me about love and nature
How they go hand in hand together
Saturday 18th July 2020 11:30 am
There once stood a chocolate tree, a bearer of desires.
Its leaves melted when it inhaled passion.
Its fruits of fire
Set ablaze lands, verdant and barren.
Its bark was festooned in ribbons
Of rich gold and smooth caramel.
Like Midas' touch, gluttony abundant,
The tree was nothing short of magical.
I basked in the shadow of the canopy
Atop the chocolate capped grass bl...
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 7:57 pm
Gazing at the sunrise, as a new day breaks the dawn,
bleary eyes fixate towards the distant edge of my lawn.
The speckled common foxglove, sturdy, strong and tall,
a spike of colour backdropped by a grey, dry stone wall.
Lost deep in absent minded daydream, I begin to think,
if foxes wore gloves would they be purple, white or pink?
Early birds catch worms for hungr...
Monday 15th June 2020 11:34 am
Our home, a pale blue dot in the vastness of universe's untouched beauty, a tiny, spherical world, afloat in a immensity of space and time. Here for a moment, and then we're leaving for the eternity. In the school of mortality we learn to acrobat over the abyss.
Tuesday 9th June 2020 11:14 am
The hoodoos rested here a while
And turned to face the great Bow River
Rocks and pine trees at their backs
This family of albino giants
Wind hewn and born of the water
White wolves of the sedimentary
Standing on the Inuit trail
That led them from the turqoise tumult
Towering to Alberta skies
That shimmer in the August heat
These monoliths of time s...
Friday 5th June 2020 4:29 pm
Not in reality
do I walk through this forrest
not in reality
do I hear these birds
or drink this cold water
of the morning leaves
I look up
and see the green sunlight
breaking through the concrete
in my little box
I wait here
until it takes me home
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 7:12 pm
The night has come and bright stars fill the sky
Arranged in lines and shapes from side to side
And gently light the things and men along
Creating moving shadows on the streets.
The quiet river flows under the bridge
And smell of fish is coming with the wind
While burbling water hits below the shore
Where boats are waiting for a new day’s dawn.
Tuesday 19th May 2020 10:17 pm
I sliced the sun into two
And looted shimmering bars of gold
Which lined her womb,
Her beloved broods I stole.
I plucked the sturdiest mountains,
The choicest adornments on the face of the globe.
All it took were my hands, raw and unrestrained,
Their maimed rubbles now abuse those they adore.
I remember the sea that like Moses I parted
And the ocean floor ...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 2:03 pm
The different shapes of white and hasty clouds
Are letting see the blue and shiny sky
Just here and there and only for a bit
To show the sun is up and lights the day.
We see the rocky mountains spread around
With green and scattered spots all over them
That are from lonely trees among the stones
Like spears raised from the forest to the top.
Few groups of houses s...
Saturday 16th May 2020 3:16 pm
As I walk my hour a day
A golden army line my way
Stood to attention tall and proud
Paraded together, a nodding crowd
Wild, strong and free they grow
Against stone walls and in hedgerow
Dancing and swaying in the breeze
Sheltering under the budding trees
A fanfare of trumpets, glowing bright
Dazzling rays in the spring sunlight
Elegant and ...
Thursday 14th May 2020 1:02 pm
In the enchanted forest, far, far away
Rabbits dress in waistcoats and chat about their day
Fairies live in toadstools, deep in the wooded dell
They sing and dance to the chimes of the quivering bluebell
An Enid Blyton story, a fairy tale or dream
Or closer to the truth, than at first it would seem
Down in Bluebell Woods, which is not so far ...
Thursday 14th May 2020 1:00 pm
I wonder what happens
To the poorly drawn images
We keep abreast as children,
Sheltered inside our notebooks and their crinkly pages.
I envisage those pages accompanying
Balloons, bubbles and butterflies,
And the colors in them adorning
The sallow face of the sky.
I like to believe that my poorly chalked out blades of grass
Somehow appended the greenery on earth
Thursday 7th May 2020 8:47 pm
Oh how I loved to go camping
in a tent in the back yard,
in the campgrounds of the Smokies,
on the coast of Nova Scotia,
with the Dories in Grand Canyon,
in the Everglades of Florida,
wherever the places may be.
Each trip was different, with its own adventures
that brought a kaleidoscope of images,
a patchwork of memories.
each memory vivid and distinct,
of different times and p...
Friday 24th April 2020 6:29 pm
If there's one thing that we should love more,
Which is there every day for us to adore,
Around and round it has forever whirled.
This our beautiful and natural world.
Love all of it's glorious features,
And learn to love all living creatures.
The plants and flowers of every colour
Make our lives seem so much fuller.
The Sun shines down; it is always there,
One thing that all ...
Thursday 23rd April 2020 10:09 am
Bury me in a blanket of wildflowers,
nutured by morning dew,
where lilacs perfume the air,
jasmine lights up the night,
wind and rain serenade gardenias,
delicate roses are protected by bushy thorns,
where dandelion wishes
brings me back to you.
Tuesday 21st April 2020 4:11 pm
I ran so fast on the path of life,
I forgot from where I had started,
I remembered something suddenly, luckily,
That’s when and why I retarded.
A brook, I fled by had asked to meet,
If eyes weren’t lucky, just to soak my feet…
I never turned back, Salmons tried a lot,
The weeds and the reeds, my eyes never caught.
A cuckoo wanted to share her sorrow,
Monday 20th April 2020 8:30 am
On the beach bits were sharp with old shells
Sand dry as dust cushioned our feet
In a rock pool we saw the starfish
I'd never seen anything so neat
I've often thought of that creature
Its wonderful colourful ways
Moving at its own pace, shimmering,
In a mysterious starfish haze
Soon we saw another, from a family of gems
We stared and discussed Nature's pride...
Monday 13th April 2020 1:07 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
In those days;
when the shutdown came.
When mankind laid low;
and the money didn’t flow.
In those days,
nature took a breath.
Nature began to heal.
Nature felt relief.
In those days,
the poisons stopped.
The greed died,
and the rich man cursed.
In those days,
the birds sang.
The butterflies flew.
The bumblebee worked.
In those days,
the virus s...
Friday 10th April 2020 8:07 am
the fragrance of flowers
by the cemetery breeze
celebrate the silence
of life being released
the colors of nature
that piece of earth
cradling every moment
of time since birth
dark figures fade out
replaying in their heads
as the day ends, yet again
death is fed
Monday 6th April 2020 1:03 pm
occult curriculum, whispers of the ancients, leave for letting out secrets
oil lamp kindling catching flames; shining begotten light from passerbys
in between classes, shifting penrose stairs lead into underlying framework on occasion
halls lined with rooks adjacent and curators searching for a select
rites of secret passageways proclaimed, karma to the dark is just a means to an end
Saturday 4th April 2020 11:11 am
The seeker seeks, the searcher finds,
The adventurer travels around his own mind.
The winds that blow and storms that shout,
and rock both tree and bush about.
The wanderer carries a burning torch,
To light his way with no remorse.
No solice does a watcher find,
when seeking troubles in his own mind.
Cold hearts grow, lone spirits become strong,
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:29 am
We come as passing visitors on the rimrock of this vast abyss,
awed by ancient desert rocks with ever-changing hues.
We marvel at these stones laid down in tepid seas
before the dawn bird flew,
grandeur timeless, yet so transient.
A raven races up from the canyon with joyful croak,
like a goblin fresh on vacation from his work in Hell.
He arcs above, then plunges deep into the chasm
Monday 23rd March 2020 6:23 pm
I took both pills now I’m stuck in the Matrix,
Aware of this reality yet struggling to shake it.
Can’t fake it - feels too real,
Trying to find truth in amongst the spiel.
But that’s life as we’ve been conditioned
yet what do we choose?
Can a sovereign body be abused?
Or a spirit!
Or a soul!
must the rabbit have a hole?
I turned right at Albuquerque, now I’m in the zone....
Monday 9th March 2020 9:50 pm
A trestle table set with content and classical elements
places a coven with arenose intent in a safe space
their minds set on causing change—present occurences canvass Mandala by way of effect.
fascicle circuits blitz and singe might-have-beens
washing away strands emblazoned in ever apparentness
accommodating silver lining fringe wherein proper golden ratio leaves
their genus' plant matter ...
Monday 9th March 2020 4:15 pm
Ten years old,
avoiding horny toads.
Then a teen,
in search of the wizard,
playing pinball, drinking, smoking.
On to adulthood,
pushing back when anyone
crossed the line.
with this karma of mine.
Traveling brick roads
that lead to
But, as long as there is
music and poe...
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:47 am
Not all men are your enemy
Not all women are your friend
Forget the wars of pink and blue
The earth is near its end
Raise your weapons to fight for green
Sow your seeds
Plants, Flowers and trees
Whilst humans are fighting the earth bleeds.
We cut down the trees
To write words for our books
We kill the animals
Skin and eat for our looks
Monday 24th February 2020 6:22 pm
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
rigorous exercise, training my mind
the center of my world, I give you my due diligence
love to watch me write by candle light, would you guide my hand and evoke my true penmanship
law of attraction, I cast it out, and ask around
I question myself, then take affirmative action
groundbreaking truths shatter walls, somebody hand me my protractor
searching the sea floor and tapping the wel...
Sunday 16th February 2020 9:13 pm
Matriarch butterfly, conduct conducive
mother gaia's demeanor echo.
as you move mountains
as she size your shoe, electrifying presence
you're so well grounded
heart fluttering, don't be disheartened.
trumpets erupting, as you walk the walk, my mind carry off as I'm wrapped in your minutiae
Shift the world, your tectonic occupancy lay rise to volumes of topographic novelties
Sunday 16th February 2020 8:56 pm
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Tuesday 11th February 2020 9:29 am
like snowflakes on my tongue
and melt in my soul
like ice on the garden pond
in the memory of water
Monday 10th February 2020 1:48 pm
Looking up at the clouds so high
Watching colors stretch across the sky
As they combine and spread apart gracefully
An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by
As the sun first wakes
Golden hues are painted on the tips
I’m struck by the beauty
How lucky I am to be a witness
As the sun slowly dances across the sky
The image changes as clouds come and go
Wednesday 8th January 2020 7:29 pm
it’s 6:21 and when I look out my window from the corner of 29D,
there’s a subtle hue of blood orange outlining what looks like the perimeter of
and a breeze of clouds, lighter than feathers, so thin, as if it forgot to carry the mist it was designed to pour tonight
but that’s okay, because it found itself a new purpose:
your shrewd orange spirit is now perf...
Sunday 5th January 2020 6:22 am