*Nature at her Best*
*Nursery Slopes*High against skyline blue*Nursery Slopes* by *Delice1941
Snowy mountains welcome you
Ski lift rotates do take a seat
Winter clothing looking neat.
To the top in snowy style
Riding lift for short while
Admiring scenery as I go
Stately passage rather slow.
Deposited at the very top
Skies and poles in tangled drop
Sorted out, lump in throat
This no longer snowy joke.
Wonderful view, mountain high
Mittened hand touches sky
Now I have to ski back down
Bravery needed, courage found.
Practising a brand new skill
Snowplow down mighty hill
Zoom to left, zoom to right
Feeling confident, goodbye fright.
Rosy cheeks, medal I get
Experience never forget
Glühwein toast feeling fine
Memory stands test of time.
Ancient Battle!War raging out of sightAncient Battle! by *Delice1941
Good and evil is the fight
Moral compass lost its way
Guardian angel saves the day.
Devil with soulless eye
Tries to make spirit die
On bent knee help was sought
Lucifer's agenda came to nought.
Good and evil ancient fight
Tries to extinguish inner-light
Battle raging constantly
Angel protects exultantly.
|What can I say...he is an absolute darling! Summer 2009|
Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
Amphibians by *La-Tete-Ailleurs
Colourful birds photographed by:- SylveryFox and JocelyneR
|Visual poem - France April2013|
|Trumpet Creeper France2012|
"Flying high beneath the clouds, the hunt's frenetic pace,
he cries out to increase the speed so as to win the race.
Friend or foe in question as the flight doth near it's end.
Benevolent and evil forces cunningly now blend."
Similarities between the Norse god Odin and Santa Claus:
1. Odin is said to be wise; Santa is wise old St. Nick
2. Odin has a bad left eye; Santa has poor vision requiring spectacles
3. Odin is often pictured wearing a long coat; Santa has a long red coat
4. Odin wears a cap and has a white beard; Santa wears a cap and has a white beard
5. Odin has a wife named Frigg; Santa is married to Mrs. Claus
6. Odin resides above the earth; Santa resides at the north pole
7. Odin, from his throne, observes all; Santa sees all and knows "who's naughty and nice"
8. Odin has dwarves who do his bidding; Santa has elves who do his bidding
9. Odin rides an eight-legged horse through the sky; Santa flies through the sky with eight (original) reindeer.
10. Odin gives gifts o
CATHARSISThe Night is a catharsis for my soul,
spilling the entrails of my hurt from Star to Star,
she siphons my pain into ink silverized so I may
write my rebirth, her cold is calming to my nerves
that the heat scatters into disarray, absorbing
my echoes, the glazed ages that shape my pupils,
I write many a letter to the Night and the Stars
and to the Deities that reside in every snowflake,
wondering how I can strip the skin from the Sky
and wear it like a cosmic chameleon, wondering
how I can stroke the clouds with my fingertips,
scenting them lavender rose...the Night is a catharsis,
she nourishes me so I may bloom like a stray dream
of Moon on the waves, to her I will never say goodbye
...even when I make my pilgrimage among the Stars.
June 15, 2013
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
Odie for President!
"My fellow Americans:
It has come to my attention,
(that is to say)
we're gathered at this convention,
to secure an explanation,
for the current mass vexation,
that is plaguing our great nation!
Odie, now look what you've done!
You've gone and spoiled our fun.
Forgot that you're just a toon?
You sound like a mad raving loon!
Hey Garfield, we need your help!
Odie's done more than just yelp.
Please bring him back down to earth.
(A swift kick will show him his worth).
Then again, maybe he's right.
A dog just might solve our plight.
Lord knows we've nothing to lose.
One more for the people to choose.
It's Odie for prez, let us pray.
We'll mark off a new holiday!
Tea party - look out! You're done.
It's "Odie time" under the sun!
Good Things Come to Those Who WaitIt can take a long,
Patient summer with great care
For a rose to bloom.
HonestlyThough there are tears in my eyes
and I can't breathe
don't tell me what you think I want to hear
tell me what you really
have to say
and if you can't speak the words
draw me close
or walk away
just do it
I Am Art, Therefore I Am (Poem Version)My soul is at rest,
Floating on warm, amber notes.
Precious tree with strings!
Erupt from my aching throat:
Nature's healing song.
The lens I see through
Shows the world a different view;
Look beyond your eyes.
Fingers wet with paint,
I'll make a beautiful mess:
Freedom on canvas.
Echoes in my every thought,
Begging to be heard.
Art, my heart's passion,
Flows like blood throughout my veins.
It's a way of life.
LXXXVIII - Twilight
L X X X V I I I - Twilight
In silence, twilight falls and the night steals
By recovering your fears of lead screeds;
Under your white sheets you're held motionless,
In the wall's furrows, your words are speechless.
I move forward as a wolf in darkness,
Hiding under my fur your warm weakness,
I graze my hooks on your so sad existence
Which tears apart in a deathly cadence.
I hear you whistling your anxiety
But no word goes out your dry mouth.
I light my candle... This is your piety
And your bright voice which muzzle from the south.
I'll stay next to you, close to your chamber,
As the railing of your hopeless torments,
I'll put in your eyes the waves of amber
So that your skin blooms again pure laments.
REFLECTINGReflections are but what we see,
or is it we presume too much?
Is it possible reflections lie?
The paradox, it vexes me;
perhaps I should not dare to try,
reflections are but what we see.
Each of us can adapt and change,
for some, they know not what they touch;
what’s staring back now looks so strange,
or is it we presume too much?
LXXXVII - Les Coups d'Amour
L X X X V I I - Les Coups d'Amour
Une main caresse
La joue d'une tourmentée.
L X X X V I I - Kicks of Love
A hand, sweet caress
On a violated cheek.
Bad love is a mess.
Take me somewhere niceTake me somewhere nice
Puffy clouds and sea salt
(magic, they say)
under my thong tongue
- I thought we could, but
Impossible, not even improbable,
that is the tragedy
Once love was not war -
now all is fair in the state
of our affairs.
(fingernails to your cheeks)
LOUDER, i say
yes, that too, baby...
Oh, how I used to love.
- SophieCT, October 6th 2013
may we rest in peace...
Des illusionsElles courent à contresens de leurs lignes de vie,
Gagnant sur les années une poignée de rides.
Dans ce monde d'images, Dieu est un bistouri
Vénéré à l'excès par des femmes intrépides.
l instant - a momentl’instant
dans l’air immobile
un train passe -
in the still air
a train goes by -
and so flies the bird
-SophieCT, 8 nov 2013
time to paint
a shiver’s shape
each side of a sigh
this morning's taste
of yesterday's goodbye
She flies amongst the angels,
catching those with broken wings,
and sings an ancient lullaby
with promises of spring.
She awakens peace and love
in the breath of every tear,
as gentle wind to carry forth
the strength and wisdom of her years.
Her soul moves with the current
of memories ocean deep,
upon the tide of change and hope
for tomorrow’s sacred keep.
Her home is in the open heart
of Earth’s sweet silent song.
I pray she finds the same in mine
and stays forever long.
Hawk EyesHawk Eyes
I’ll protect you, even from yourself.
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
People see what they are told.
IdealismeL'idéalisme est cette étrange philosophie qui persiste à croire que les pyramides se bâtissent en partant du sommet.
Laments of TwilightThose seasons famished in myriad dreams;
Long of quests in realms of Fae ...
For yet a feast of forest wine I would adorn,
Or beyond pleasures dressed in valleys rich
Gardens of sweet Avalon digress —
Where thy gaze painted embers in my soul
Unto her lore, I pursue and caress
To Autumn’s decree a world hath been slain!
Then Nature’s magick whispered above:
‘And forever the stars shall wander untamed,
like a fable of thieves lost in the wind’
Laments of twilight sweep with promise ~
And over the enchanted I hath prevail’d!
Where I am but a dream, within her dream
— Arthur Crow © 2013
The aether weaverOn the web there is
a young fairy
Sur la toile il y a
une jeune fée
qui transforme les mots
en éclats de
Frantz, april 2013 / Happy birthday Zean
I am inches
nearer to the truth
that still remains miles
Do inches count?
If I choose to
if I choose to keep
some day those choices
A VISION OF YOUBe still the waters that flow this night
and bring a calm to Zephyr’s breath.
Silence songs that Sirens sing
and let not Hades seek for death.
I have drank the wine of Dionysus
and braved Poseidon’s sea;
in seeking out my one true love
that better part of me.
I have reached the steps of Venus’s throne
resplendent in auras of blue
she pointed up into the night sky
where I saw such a vision of you.
There within the moon’s glossy light
remains there a vision of you…
UNDER A SICKLE MOON...Upon the dusky preserves of me does Autumn settle,
as quiet as the petals shedding their fuscia for
a sip of burgundy, as abundant as the leaves that
line the pockets of October with bronze and copper
coins, Autumn's whispers stumble into my soul,
raising the goosebumps of my perception so I may
perceive her season's subtlety and drink in the
cider of her love, a harvest for the senses
my mind gathers together a gentle furrow of words,
smooth and cool, her fingers untie cadences of
sugar and spice to drift through my chestnut hair,
imprinting me with her signature atmosphere
a sigh escapes my lips, ah I have never known
such comfort as that I succumb to in this one
perfect moment overbrimming my soul, a stray beam
of crescent light leaves a kiss of nostalgia upon
my lips, at last I can taste her-cinnamon tea and
bittersweet chocolate-I remember my daydreams that
once gleamed like sunlit beachsand...now campfires
send them crackling into the deepening Twilight,
I will not regret their d
| Short Thoughts|
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*Short Thoughts* No:1Anticipating freshly baked bread.
*Short Thoughts* No:2Apathy's infectious, no inoculation.