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- Thu Jul 07, 2011 4:35 pm
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: To these Blue Hills !
- Replies: 1
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To these Blue Hills !
“To these blue hills !” We raised a cheer Camped above the lake beneath the silver moon Cups raised we added - “Forever to be here !” One of many cheers since late afternoon Fine spirits flowed like mountain streams Into another morning arriving all too soon Golden glow of our fire and silver moon b...
- Wed Jul 06, 2011 3:34 pm
- Forum: General Poetry
- Topic: In Tsenacommacah
- Replies: 0
- Views: 1417
In Tsenacommacah
Stretching from the ocean westward To the Appalachians and far beyond To the wide flowing Grandfather of all rivers Eagles, Osprey, many types of Hawks and Falcons Gulls, Pelicans and tall sharp beaked Blue Heron Fishing, hunting, swooping down with lightning speed Deer, Elk, Turkey and numerous cov...
- Tue Jul 05, 2011 3:35 pm
- Forum: Love and Romance
- Topic: In Sweet Embrace
- Replies: 4
- Views: 2769
In Sweet Embrace
Come frolic with me all through the day Into night under the silver moon Take a chance and come this way Should I expect your visit soon ? Take my hand and walk with me A bed of soft meadow grass we’ll share I’ll make you wild and set you free From your every little care In passionate bliss I taste ...
- Tue Jul 05, 2011 3:04 pm
- Forum: The New Members' Café
- Topic: vulture
- Replies: 10
- Views: 6864
Re: vuture
Wouldn't be the first time somebody eft an l out unintentionally. Although this poem's passion was felt by me, I would suggest that Hope research wildlife a bit more before writing of an animal's call or caw. I'm not all that familiar with old world species of Vultures,(Buzzards as we call them) but...
- Tue Jul 05, 2011 2:30 pm
- Forum: The New Members' Café
- Topic: Beyond Your Sight
- Replies: 0
- Views: 1739
Beyond Your Sight
The Kestrel flitting through your parade Not at all inspired and unafraid A shaded figure moving beyond your fence Deep in the shadowy tangle, dark and dense Call of the wild, piercing and uncontained The thought of freedom drives you insane Something growling beyond your sight Or a passing stranger...
- Mon Jul 04, 2011 5:04 pm
- Forum: Prose, Stories, Roleplays, Story Poems and Epics
- Topic: Mound Spirits
- Replies: 1
- Views: 4609
Mound Spirits
A late September early evening and already swarms of flying insects had began to visit our camp. Small wonder as the weather thus far remained clear and warm despite Autumn’s arrival. All through dinner common house-like flies and their more notorious metallic green kin took to swooping in on our gr...
- Mon Jul 04, 2011 4:35 pm
- Forum: The New Members' Café
- Topic: Wild Green Place
- Replies: 5
- Views: 3290
Re: Wild Green Place
Then my thanks for allowing me to sit at this fire, I've poems and wild tales.
Looney bin, eh ? Nah !
A meandering sometimes cascading flow where the conventional gets caught on rocks or snagged by streamside foliage.
Looney bin, eh ? Nah !
A meandering sometimes cascading flow where the conventional gets caught on rocks or snagged by streamside foliage.
- Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:55 pm
- Forum: The New Members' Café
- Topic: Wild Green Place
- Replies: 5
- Views: 3290
Re: Wild Green Place
Yeah that's me. Atehequa in my mother's language means Fisher a North American mustelid. Pellethie means Hawk.
Thought it be best to change my name as I've had my moments.
If one was to label, I'd be of a Crazy Poets Society.
If you wish, I'll move on,,
if not then we're friends
Thought it be best to change my name as I've had my moments.
If one was to label, I'd be of a Crazy Poets Society.
If you wish, I'll move on,,
if not then we're friends
- Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:43 pm
- Forum: The New Members' Café
- Topic: Wild Green Place
- Replies: 5
- Views: 3290
Wild Green Place
The new Spring budding in wild places Vibrant green in this warming breeze The birds sing away Winter’s last traces Fleeting farewell to dawn’s frosting freeze Sleepless through a night of lovesick cries Hooting, howling and many a shrill call Ever so loud when the campfire dies Until dawn when slee...