kingfisher

Patiently waiting, watching
Still as an hour hand.
Vibrant blue,
Melted sky in depths
Of overhanging green.
Shadows move beneath
In swift currents of molten glass,
Sensitive to a presence
Beyond the watery realm.
Black eyes pierce
Every notion of prey.
Talons unhook.
A plummeting arrow
In an emerald tunnel.

feathers on water

Gunshot cracks the misty morning,
a mirror broken in an exploding chaff
of small birds, shrieking into atmosphere.
Then geese and swan run upon the splash,
wings outstretched too wide to flap,
faster, faster into sprint as inch by inch
they rise in a terrified cacophony, 
beaks wide sucking fuel into fired muscle,
beating air appeals to a returning Sun.

But there behind them, unseen
amongst shadows of glazing water,
lost feathers in a last dance regatta,
fleeing the approaching retriever,
spurred on by a cold lick of early breeze.

spring

Throwing fresh pomander over
Cold dank smells of winter.
Birds just arrived from Africa
Chorus their thrill.
Blood octane rises,
Burning off frigid diesel sludge.
First sweat beads
on sun hungry skin.
Trees dip their toes 
In lakes of bluebells.
Cold beer slops carelessly
on last summer's ring stain table.
Chests optimistically inflate
embracing the magic of crystal blue.

Rainy Love 28 12 10

Look onto the horizon and there you'll find me-
amber locks of flowing hair;
and when at night you seek comfort
in my twilight eyes you'll stare-I'll always be there.
I'll be the kiss of wind brushed upon your rosy cheek,
and I'll be your time-tested tree stump
to lean upon when weak.
I'll be the warm gentle raindrops 
to help cover the tears that may fall
and as quick as the morning dew does come,
I'll be there when you call.
The gentle rustle in the trees is my whisper in your ear
so take the time to listen please
because I truly love you dear...

Autumn's potion

Dancing, glimmering, silver aglow
Spider’s silk thin in the grass below
Dancing and waiting for things to be so
Unintelligible pattern, but only to believe it is so!


And lift up your worries, to fall like acorns, below


Leaves painted here, autumn, death on display,
Beauty is her, aesthesia for pain
But winter is coming, autumn, life, indeed finite
Despite the cries I make, intelligible my delight.


The code here for life, the genetics of every leaf,
Speared here by a rake, munched there by tiny beast.


Bulbs hide here, deep beauty in gestation,
The promise of spring their only motivation,
To live through cruel winter, and laugh in her face,
Only autumn comes again, to put daffodil in her place.


And lift up your promises, like glass broken, clock face


Hummingbird is here, glass ready to scry,
For only she can tell truth from ladybug lie,
And raven knows the truth behind view, bird’s eye


And lift up your pain, death, patient it lies


The cicadas here give their last benediction,
And summer receding, loosens her spell
Drink deep of autumn, prepare for cruel winter,


And lift up your spirits, weary, stories to tell

crying from earth

EARTH's CRY




The earth's trembling,
earthquake's cracking,
Mother earth's might is breaking,
She's becoming too old for her caring,
Can't you see,
Her heart's breaking,
She's weeping in sorrow,
And crying in pain.










The earth's core is splitting,
Mother earth's shield is weakening,
Our mother's life is ending,
She has a day or two remaining,
Can't you see,
Her heart's breaking,
She's weeping in sorrow,
And crying in pain.






Mother earth gave us life,
Now she's taking it back,
She did what she could,
But we only tempted her wrath,
Its too late you see,
She took what she gave,
Now nothing is to be.

Sign of Vacancy

this is my first imagine of Nature poetry..
diresapi dari hati difikirkan oteh otak dan di tuliskan oleh tangan.


A void within, the feeling engulfs,
A hollow niche calling to be filled,
Echoing expanse of the universe,
Silent, deafening, a vacuum pulls,
The eye of the storm: a false refuge
Of suckled sensual appetites,
Endless satisfaction sought after,
No things, no flesh, nothing created,
Nor mutated brings lasting fulfillment,
Or sanity’s peace and sound groundwork,
Only perfection can complete lack,
Only no beginning without end
Can occupy this small but vast place,
Only infinite can sustain this space.