Once I start
The words come out,
Hear them in my
Ghost voice tells me
What to write.
Once I start
They were brothers in spirit
Been friends forever, never found one without the other
Always there for each other, even when dark times came to visit
Belief and trust were implicit Continue reading
a flat ledge,
in a garden view of lemon
groves – inscribed zest is
tickled by the scent of
interlopers wound under a single
helix of Nottingham green;
I love beautiful things. The flowers & trees, birds singing in the breeze. I can really get caught up in the vastness of nature & all its splendor…when I take the time to just sit & wonder.
Life can sometimes get so busy & crazy, it can be rather difficult to slow down & just be lazy.
But I challenge you today, take some time to refresh…slow down & just take a breath. Breathe in the freshness of life…you’re still here, so there are many reasons to fight…
Fight for your peace, your joy, to maintain your sanity. Don’t just do it for you, it will benefit ALL of humanity.
So pray for strength to rebel against life’s stress, & slow down & demand your rest.
Look up at the sky, the birds, the trees…& be thankful to be free to just…breathe ©2016 J. L. Hunt
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Look , but be totally still.
Three dark ants navigate through
a maze of August-dried needles
without an apparent purposeful goal
to the eyes of the old woman watching.
Man of Beauty,
Silence stands between us,
Perilously close, yet excruciatingly Far,
You are the Bright Morning Star
To my dark night,
On Mystical Wings,
Serenading o’er the Expansive shore,
Iron of dress, without meadowsweet tenderness,
Give up your ghost to me now, and we shall all bow down weeping.
Close to the creeping, I secure my hat,
Pick up my boots and walk
To the lavender-times, when I lived by my nose,
When I touched my crown into each rose and
Loved red. Continue reading
Tinkling water venturing into the unknown
Slipping, swirling through the naked trees’ spindly fingers
Whilst the rain-drenched banks stand tall
Listening, as the water tinkles over the concealed stones, Continue reading
It is the stuff that stories and limericks are made off. Unfortunately, it isn’t a fairy tale and there isn’t a happy ending. But it is a good story and worth telling; and it is certainly worthy of a couple of limericks, that’s for sure. It’s a classic horse player’s lament, a woulda, shoulda, coulda. Continue reading
Whispers in the Silence,
Shadows through the Light
I am She who Sings on the breeze
Through the delicate green tresses
Of my Sister Trees; Continue reading
Summer days spent swimming
And picnics on the sands
Strolls along the seafront
Lovers holding hands Continue reading
Turns out our new kitten
we’ve had for only a week… Continue reading
I started going to the track with my grandfather when I was a little kid and two of my most prized possessions are winner circle photos with my Papa in 1957 and 1958. It would be a huge understatement to say that those were rare occasions – not me and him at the track, that was a regular occurrence; Papa picking a winner was not. Continue reading
Sometimes I lacked the confidence
To try out something new
Despite a burning ambition
To make my dreams come true Continue reading
It’s a few months since we had a challenge so here’s one i hope you all take part in.
I would like you to write a poem which contains only one syllable words.
It can be sort or as long as you like, good luck.
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That’s a highbrow way of saying
I’ll not be here awhile
But it won’t be for long and
I’ll return soon with a smile Continue reading
When the sun is shining
and there’s a gentle, cooling breeze
When the birds are singing
And playing in the trees. Continue reading
Cicadas, and the birds that hunt them.
A neighbor’s lawnmower.
The whisper of the maple leaves in a cool morning breeze.
A dog, barking for show somewhere over there.
A catch in the air, ever so faint, a momentary pause.
News of the first real cold front coming down out of Canada.
The fat rump of late summer has settled in, humid and hot.
I love all kinds of roses
Their colours all different hues
Their perfume sweet and heady
Just takes away my blues Continue reading