Nature's Tease

NATURE'S TEASE

Tease me again
With your shimmering body
Glide past me now
In glowing delight

Glints of turquoise
Sparkle and shine;
Emerald and amethyst
Jewels so divine

Through your wings
I see beauty
Simplicity, grace
Hovering near me
Not a moment to waste

For in a breath
You shall be gone
Lovely dragonfly
Ah yes, I've been
Forewarned!

Nancy Ellen Crossland

Shredded Heart

I've never created an animation on this site so I thought I'd try it out.

The poem is by a young girl. Ahhh, the bittersweet memories of young love. 

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Shredded Heart

My poor, shredded heart
Is weak from loss
It's ripped part

I'm so sick of falling
For the wrong guy
I always end up bawling

I guess you dont' love me back
What? Couldn't you tell?
It's painted clear in black.

So, my torn up heart,
May just give up,
It's sick of falling apart,
After putting itself together again.

Lauren

Woodland

Woodland

There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland
scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it,
and fills it with noble inclinations.

 

Washington Irving (1783-1859)

At Sunset

At Sunset

To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
Its chalice overflows
With pools of purple colouring the skies,
Aflood with gold and rose;
And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine,
As sinks the sun within that world of wine.

I seem to hear a bar of music float
And swoon into the west;
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,
But something in my breast
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one,
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun.

And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes,
As ashes follow flame.
But O! I heard a voice from those rich skies
Call tenderly my name;
It was as if some priestly fingers stole
In benedictions o'er my lonely soul.

I know not why, but all my being longed
And leapt at that sweet call;
My heart outreached its arms, all passion thronged
And beat against Fate's wall,
Crying in utter homesickness to be
Near to a heart that loves and leans to me.

Emily Pauline Johnson

Ghostly Wolf

He emerged silently
soft tread, wispy moves
The wind blew
No trace
save a track
in the dandelion field.

© Barbara Baskin 2011

Dawn

The Dawn

Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings--
beating color up into it
at a far edge,--beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,--
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,--
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself--is lifted--
bit by bit above the edge
of things,--runs free at last
out into the open--!lumbering
glorified in full release upward--
songs cease.

William Carlos Williams

The Jewelry Tree

Photo credit: Montucky (Terry)

Terry, I changed nothing except to select the 'jewelry' parts 

and apply an Edge Enhance filter and added a pop-out frame.

Thank you so much for letting me play with it! :)

I wrote a quick little ditty to go with it.....

Baubles litter  maple leaves

Shining in the sunset

Tiny flashlights illuminating

the way to enchantment

Reflections

I couldn't find a poem to go with this image.

Sometimes, having to find a poem to match an image

can be frustrating and very limiting to my creativity. I

may have many posts in the future that are images only.

On of my followers posted a poem for this image:

i saw a reflection in your green eyes
the flowering buds of spring
i felt renewal in your sweet smile
the sustaining warmth of summer

Doug

Mother's Day 2011

My Mother

A total self commitment
Not fame nor fortune need
She gave herself completely
In thought, in word, in deed.

She never stopped to wonder
On blessings she might earn
But tried instead to teach me
And prayed that I might learn.

And now I'm older, wiser
I understand much more
And look with admiration
Her presence I adore.

Mother gave me everything
A debt I can't repay
So help me God to show her
My love in every way.

~© Rosemary Wynings~

Skinny Dipping

Skinny dipping

So free

Nothing between body and water

Water - swaying, gliding, caressing the skin

Unencumbered by spandex, nylon, or cotton

Nothing to hinder the imagination

No ties to the urban world

No pockets

No possessions

An aqua ballet performance

An intimate connection with flowing liquid

Weaves in and out of crevices and curves

Flows and slides smoothly over wet flesh

Soothing fluid relaxation

Licking at nakedness

Liberating the spirit

Stimulating the soul

Unknown

My Grandfather: My Hero

MY GRANDFATHER: MY HERO

Your finger tightly clasped in my little hand
your shadow walking along with mine
grandpa, I was a tender flower bud then
and you nourished me like enriching sunshine

With years we modeled this grand relation
every morning you and I waiting for my school bus
you have the magic to make my wishes come true
we live in a special world, made for both of us

Your words speak from the book of wisdom
you smile like a player who won the game of life
your eyes are deep and full with memories
you always say 'count our blessings when troubles are rife'

You consider my victory as your achievement
and give me strength on my defeats
you always lift me up through high walls
and make my life an enchanting treat

Every moment with you is toned with sweetness
the bond between us is soldered with love
you are irreplaceable, lovable and important
and a part of my life all above

Chetan Sharma

In Search Of Me

IN SEARCH OF ME

Where shall we find it
This place of solitude
One that is ours alone?

Shall it be in distant shores
Sea of cerulean blue
Tinged with sunlight
Dancing on the waves
Kissed by golden sands
Swept with the Master's hands

Shall we claim it
Upon the highest pinnacle
Backpack upon us
Staff in hand
Foot secure, trudging
At last
Where our dream began?

Perhaps near a stream
Running cool and clear
Rocks polished smooth
No obstacle to fear

Yet, it may be closer
So much closer than we know
Within our heart;
Reaching deep within our soul
Always there
Our solitude
We may always make it our own

No matter where we go
Wherever we may roam
Our spirit, within us
Always has a home.

Nancy Ellen Crossland

Piano Player

PIANO PLAYER

Those hateful keys,
All so musically perfect.

Wretched music;
Pages thrown up everywhere.

The polished wood
Gleams and shines, daring you to try.

You have no choice,
You must do as your teacher says.

You settle down,
Sitting on the freezing, hard seat.

Non-budging hands
Makes your head start spinning within.

Then it makes sense,
Why and how you are sitting here.

Your hands fly off,
Tickling the ivory keys.

Wondrous music
Steadily flows towards your ears.

Suddenly stuck
In its musical fantasy

Jessica Pui hung Lee

Spring Greeting

SPRING GREETING

Beneath the sodden leaves
Under frozen earth
She has waited;
Waited patiently
Asleep;
Dreaming of hyacinth days
Meadows waving in dances green
Fragrances awakening the senses
Ah yes, has she dreamed
Lilacs bursting
With charismatic charm
Waiting for the sunlight warm
Now, now she awakened
Yawning with breath so fair
The beauty the rebirth
Of Spring is in the air!

Nancy Ellen Crossland

Little Ones

Little Ones

A distant howl is herd across the tundra,

The sound shaking the ground like wild thunder,

Wolves join in a chorus of joy,

For pups have arrived, great howls they deploy,

As the little ones come out to greet their first day,

Emerging to meet the pack, always wanting to play,

New scents, sounds, faces, and skills they must know,

For soon the alpha pair howl a warning, "Soon it will snow!"

Young wolf pups must grow husky and strong,

As the winters here, are cold and long,

The little wolf pups smile and giggle,

Small bones they chew on and nibble,

Not a worry in their hearts,

Not a worry in their souls, their lives just beginning to start,

Yet with the leaders these young ones have, wise and much alive,

Food will be plentiful, guaranteed, they will all survive.

By ©Brooke M. a.k.a. Spirit Wolf

Irish Blessing

Irish Blessing

Lucky stars above you,
Sunshine on your way,
Many friends to love you,
Joy in work and play-
Laughter to outweigh each care,
In your heart a song-
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long!

Mustang Sally

Mustang Sally

Mustang Sally, guess you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally, now baby, guess you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over town.
Oh! I guess you gotta put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
One of these early mornings, I’m gonna be wiping those weeping eyes.

I bought you a brand new mustang 'bout nineteen sixty five
Now you come around signifying a woman, you won’t, you won’t let me ride.
Mustang Sally, now baby, guess you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over town.
Oh! I guess you gotta put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
One of these early mornings, oh, I’m gonna be wiping those weeping eyes.

Wilson Pickett
(this version done by Joe Cocker)
 

The Old Misty Tree

The Old Misty Tree

The Old Misty Tree

The old misty tree stands all on her own
Watching and waiting, forever alone

Once she was young, just a century since
When children with joy, did laughter dispense

When lovers did meet with wine and embrace
Lay under her bows, shed shyness and lace

Yet now she has aged, grown hard and too cold
Seen far too much, with nothing to hold

Her limbs creek and rattle, her leaves flutter dry
Her trunk wide and gnarled, her heart full of sighs

Owls sit high upon her, in deepest of night
Birds nest in her crooks, red feathers a bright

Within her dank holes, squirrels snuggle sweet babes
Wild nature abounds in the cool of her shade

The years she has seen, the ages gone by
The sorrows she knows, the reasons she cries

She’s been there for many and seen them all die
She’s questioned and wondered and asked her God why

Why a tree must grow old, and stand through the years
When all else that sprouts must soon disappear

If only she could, she’d pass from this earth
Rest and then sleep while others are birthed

Yet stand she still must, till her time of release
When she too can find silence, darkness and peace

So know you know why, when you pass her by
Why her brown leaves weep misty, when the skies, they are dry

Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks

The Shell

 

The Shell

One last walk along the beach before I say goodbye
The time here was a dream come true
A joy for mind and eye,

The waves, the air, the glorious sky
Renewal of my soul
At times I just would cry,

And as I strolled a shell unusual amongst the rest had caught my eye
So perfect in shape and color
Iridescent glints reflected in rainbow hues
Lavender, violet, golden yellow, orange and brilliant blue,
And as I turned it over catching the reflection of the sun,
It seemed to capture all the beauty and peace I had experienced,

The blazing sun, the immense white clouds, the countless stars,
The waves
All encased in this lovely shell within my hand
That the sand and water had made,
A memory held now forever captured in this shell,

The waves will forever be changing
The sky and clouds as well
But the colors and memories will forever remain
In this perfect shell.

Nancy Crossland

Snow Queen

Snow Queen

The Snow Queen’s dressed in a gown of white
A tiara of icicles, glistening bright
Shoes of crystal, wand of light
On this sparkling winter’s night.

Kimberly Dunn