An American Fanfare
I love this land sublime America
Beseeched by all the beauty that I saw
The place where mountains crown the land
Clear water from the streams ran loving through my hands
The Lakes and Parks a pleasure
The streaming waterfalls a treasure
Pacific Ocean waves touch beaches full splendor
With sand so white it is a wondrous sight
On the summit of Mt. Lassen
The view a special treat
I could not help but feel the beauty at my feet
The haunting ruins of Mesa Verde
Covered in a shrouded mist
To emerge a short time later
Seeing Cliff Palace sun kissed
I heard Old Faithful rumble
Before it spewed its plume
Of water vapor steam and mist
Made this display a truly wonderful artist
The mighty Trees in the Redwood Forest
Will take your breath away
And leave you praying they will always stay
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Waters of Love
water cool, fresh
a waterfall
a clear blue pool
then it is steam
white vapor hot
burning everthing
as clouds massing
in the west
thunder clapping across my chest
then rain cold
in my face
which are tears
as brook, steam
rivers or ocean
which water or notion
Is not love
made of such
poem by Midnights Voice
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Niagara Falls
Ravishing grace with paradise on earth
Beauty sprinkles everywhere in Niagara’s Edge
Attractive Skylon Tower and Rainbow bridge
Water bubbles looks like magic Balls
“Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls
Voluminous water with boating
I’m afraid with white foamy flow,
Mighty heartbeat wind that blows,
The beauty I feel, is in no way olden
Mysterious rainbow is golden,
OMG, how my heart is stolen!
Joyful fireworks on the sky with velocity
Little children’s are watching with curiosity
Extremely heavenly joy and pleasure
It makes me wonder that I want to share
Loving couple watching the falls with love
The fall reflects the beauty of our life together
poem by Rajan Thapaliya
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Gothic Wuthering Heights In Ghost Nights
Gothic souls roam
eternal moors spirit
passion birth land
beauty etched
in tempest mist
weathered soul banshee land
wind etched
into trees our youth love bent
into passions land
heather hues red
yellow green mist
purple blue moor moves land
skies cloud lit
dying red crimson yellow soul
rainstorm bound
wild places silent
haunting soul
music is centuries echo in ghost land
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tentative
True beauty seems, of course, quite rare,
Somehow that's meant to be,
The tentative white tiger there,
He's untamed, fancy free...
To me, that tiger's all alone,
His wits his own defence,
To most, a giant now full grown,
No others as his friends...
The world he walks, that's all he knows,
His land both night and day
And every single place he goes
Is merely on his way...
Yet now, beside the water's edge,
A new world gets revealed,
He's tentative without knowledge,
Yet seeks what lies concealed...
In time, this world will be his, too,
His second home, to speak,
His special place, forever new,
Each visit quite unique...
To him, the water's wonderful,
True beauty all the time,
Sensational and sensual,
So fluid and sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Tentative'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Started As A Seed
My love for you started only as a seed when I first look upon your beauty.
Now my love has grown as strong and tall as a mighty redwood tree. I loose my breath each time I look upon your beauty, And how your beauty touches my heart and soul. Your beauty warms my heart like the sun on a cold winters day. I know God truly loves beautiful things. For out of his heart and with his might hands he made you. Only God him self could have made such beauty as yours. If there is a greater beauty I have yet to see it with my eyes.Your beauty has reached deep into my heart and soul and I thank God for that. I can only hope and dream that my love for you has touched your heart as well.
7-24-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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Beaches
South Padre Island,
Ranks among the best.
South Beach,
And those along Key West...
Are favorite beaches,
I am blessed to have witnessed.
Long Beach and along the Pacific Coast...
Breathtaking are these scenic views,
With a temptation to remove one's shoes!
And the cruiseway connecting Tampa and Clearwater...
Ought to be outlawed for providing too much beauty!
And Ogunquit needs to stop it!
It's magnificence really is an eye popper!
Cape Cod and Pebble Beach.
I've tossed and turned...
Thinking about them in my sleep!
These beaches that grace our wonderful shores...
Should be visited for their exquisiteness.
If anyone believes,
Their lives are boring beyond their doors.
There is so much to explore and see.
Just sitting quietly on these beaches...
And letting one's imagination stretch and reach!
Like the cresting of the waves...
Massaging the sands.
As Seagulls dip for fish,
While the lilting fingers felt from breezes...
Display a coolness beneath Sun rays,
Quickly drying ocean mist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Land Is Your Land
Well I rode that ribbon highway
I saw above me the endless sky
I saw below me the golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Ive roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was calling
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From california
To the new york island
From the redwood forest
To the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Well the sun came shining and I was strolling
Through wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
And a voice was sounding
As the fog was lifting
Saying this land was made for you and me
This land is your land
This land is my land
From california
To the new york island
From the redwood forest
To the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ocean kissed The Sky
Like the Ocean kissed The Sky
At the most beautiful place under the sun,
For true love is so hard to find
but we just keep searching
for our soul can be complete
It's in that lovely special place
of bluest of blues which are both under
the sun that gives you so much beauty
It's where the ocean and sky
never ends kissed by the sun over and
over a again.
Our hearts come together to
kiss like the ocean kissed the sky
for our hearts are like two large waves
falling on one another over and over
again.
As i swim and you fly
we will meet at
where the ocean kissed the sky
poem by Randy Hogan
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Waterfalls
Waterfalls such a beautiful sight
So peaceful and quiet
The water shimmers as it falls
Blue and clear
Hear the whisper in the air
As the water flows around
Listen at the sound
As it calms you down
It lets you think
Your mind in a spin
As you wonder
At the amazement of a waterfall
It is graceful like a swan
As it flows down
It is like a gentle breeze
Such a tender touch
Waterfalls can touch your soul
Your heart
Make you wonder and think
What beauty nature brings
poem by Angel Plant
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The Mist
The mist on the water that forms over night
gives an eerie sight to my eyes.
It lingers sometimes for an hour or two
and as it lifts to the skies
I see the lake that's been hidden from view
and all seems right to my sight.
Its rippling movement on breezy days
mirror like imagery at night.
It's home to frogs and ducks at play
and the fish that jump catching flies.
And sometimes when I am lucky enough
much to my surprise
herons and egrets of snowy white
come and land on the banks.
They stalk their prey in stately manner
hoping to pull off their pranks.
So when the mist returns to my lake
I do not get forlorn.
For underneath the mist that's there
is my lake in later morn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Grey
Grey road stretched through grey rain.
Grey rain fell though grey mist.
Grey mist enveloped all,
all the eye could see,
all the land,
all the sky
and me.
Grey covered all,
all the way down to the sea.
Glimpsed through grey the swell of the ocean,
riding the waves a wind surfer surfing,
chopping, fighting the crests with swift motion
skirting the spray, sail unfurling.
Stopping, I stared at that sight in the mist,
oh how he came dancing over the sea,
right through the rain a state of sheer bliss,
the wondrous frolic rippling throughout me
making me tingle right down deep inside.
That misty image ripped all grey apart
a glorious vision of freedom untied,
returning tremendous joy to my heart
filling me up, bringing tears to my eyes,
emerging from grey a great love of life.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Water Anew
From mountain high to valley low, the warmth of springs thaw runoff comes clear cold water from the melting snow.
Spring rain, cool and clear, mist and fog, early morning's dew, creeks, rivers, lakes renew.
Though mud stained from the thaw, the water soon will clear, life sustaining, life anew.
With summer weather comes light or heavy rains, sprinkle, mist or fog, life sustaining, life anew.
With autumn arrives the cold, then frost, soon after winter follows, sleet and snow, water turns to ice.
Though covered with ice and winters snow, the water in creeks, rivers and lakes renew until springs thaw, the water still flows.
Whether spring, summer, autumn or winter, water, life sustaining, life anew.
poem by Alvin Schaut
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Spirit of Africa
To
visit Africa,
to spend time
to notice
beauty of the land.
To feel its heat,
to drink it’s waters,
to observe, to marvel,
at its creatures,
great and small.
To see the diversity
of its people, in all
their rainbow shades,
to feel their warmth,
their love, their
big-heartedness.
Means Africa,
has touched your soul,
you have breathed in
a love of Africa, a love
that never ceases,
a love that never
goes away.
you have been
delighted, charmed,
have become
enchanted by
The Spirit of Africa.
For Africa is a
land of spirits,
they occupy dirt,
soil, trees, flowers
fruit, food that feeds;
the mountains, streams,
rivers, seas, oceans,
air, the breath of life, and
all the people of its land.
Africa believes,
that before time,
before,
things began,
there was nothing,
save for a void,
a sphere of spirit
that knew no limit;
it did not have a name.
This one spirit split
broke up, spread,
to change, to
create our world,
and all that’s here.
This one spirit
known to us as love
stays the same, to
invade all it made,
all that visit, especially
those that stay.
Now if you leave,
you’ll always
yearn, you’ll hunger
you’ll always
have that longing
to return.
14-07-2009
poem by Bob Blackwell
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The Other World page one
THE—OTHER—WORLD-UNSPOILT page-one
The next dimension,
The invisible place,
The home of spirits,
A place of untouched beauty,
That place is here,
Not up there,
Mountains high,
Decorated with snow,
Rivers wild and free,
Crystal clear,
Cascading,
Roaring,
Thundering,
Plunging
White swirling water,
Foaming,
A long river banks,
Trees giants have grown,
Reaching up and up,
Touching clouds,
Disappearing into a silver mist,
Over the land they span,
Like a giant fan,
Swaying in harmonic rhyme,
Cohorts by the breeze,
They shade,
They cover
They become homes,
For birds,
All sorts of furry creatures,
I see valleys
Where silver ribbons flow,
And Technicolor,
Glows,
Rainbows,
Double and double,
Magnificent,
Magnified,
Magnetism,
poem by Osceola Waters
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Dream of fog and mist (if you can)
If you can…
Dream of beaches
Dream of fog
that slides ashore
And If you can…
Learn what it teaches
Before the fog returns
To the sea once more
Dream of yardarms…
Of dripping rigging
Of treasure chests
Just ripe for digging
Dream of islands
With crystal sand
With coral reefs
And mountains grand
Dream of fog and mist
Mugs of rum…
Of frigate birds…
Of hawsers thrum
Of cool sea breezes
From exotic land
In sleep…dream deep…
Dream of beaches…
…If you can…
poem by David Whalen
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Paper, Pen and Ink
With paper, pen and ink I began to think
of a story that I could write.
Or maybe a verse or two about something new,
something original, fresh and bright.
I sat and thought but thought of nought
a stretched circle full of nothing.
A mist came down and I could hear a sound
that sounded like water lapping.
It was a castle's moat and a waiting boat,
and a figure with a hooded habit.
He took no breath and looked like death
this man so old and decrepit.
A woman in white stepped into sight
carrying her head under her arm.
On the boat she sat beside a brown rat
which disturbed the water's calm.
The boat drifted from sight into the night
like a thought from a weary mind.
The thinning grey mist was instantly mist,
leaving my paper, pen, and ink behind.
poem by Orlando Belo
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~ ~ Ocean ~ ~
O Divine ocean so vast,
holds many a secret from the past.
Mystery flows within her wake.
Manifest beauty constantly the land rake.
O Body of ocean water,
veins of currents as strong as mortar.
Watery soul, generations does feed,
Many a mouth into her leads.
Accumilating power, encompassing the land,
raging waves war, when she becomes mad.
Magnified authority within her belly holds,
Unravelling awakenings silently unfolds.
O Ocean beauty, why do you roar?
Even when seagulls above you do soar.
O Kingdom of water, your offspring you kindle,
Multitudes of life within you mingle.
Pacified beauty you are,
Reaching out, east to west, so far.
Ever so blue, majestic in reign.
Enthroned ocean, magnified domain,
God did you sincerely, ordain!
poem by Denise Bekker
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…within And Beyond The Hero’s Journey …
cascading water falls, embraces the high cliff,
where the echo of melodic rock conquer the paddle sand
in the sunset of a magnificent blow of the wind,
beneath the murmuring pebble of thousand battled ambiance
of natural wonders
await dear heart of the star, where the galaxy
of the Milky Way, wish to play on the twilight shine
amongst the riding rainbow of the stream that flows in
the midst of the dazzling night
come our respected guest and down the islets for the isles,
welcome your stay; the idyllic moment will be the most
memorable awesome peep of your eyes, a wholesome
pleasure of sweet dream of reality come true
genuine heart brings your wisdom to find the treasure
past of your life; like a flying eagle who wish to nestle its
prey with tender touch and a loving spirit of friendship
in the middle of alluring gift of happiness and enjoy deep
inside the passionate heart of you’re lasting sincerity
of love
welcome the journey of sensible pleasure and capture
the unlocking spirit of wings; of the given gift of paradise,
the silent bloom of the sand of Zamboangan flaps soil of
the Subanon land, a haven of all, who join the sacredness
moving spirited people of the land of the Lumad-free
feel and touch the mystic land of the riding pleasure of
the sand ……
“a poem…a tribute to the promise land of my birth,
Zamboanga del Norte,
Philippines”
Aon
poem by Antonio Liao
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Missing puzzle piece
Missing puzzle piece
(of beauty)
I heard your whisper
when I were asleep,
and I smelled your sent
like you were laying right next to me. And truly, truly! ! ! I wanted something I....wanted something that would be impossible to get, that is to have you presently right beside me. The water that flowed from my eyes became the birthing place where I felt love grow on thee inside from a person that was called ugly, and made to feel like thee cast away like I was thee enemy, but you saw beauty in the mist of the one that others counted out.
poem by Clarence Williams
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The Sea Loving People
The true sea loving people never live far from the sea
They pine if the ocean they can't hear or see
The feel of the sea spray where the wild breakers roar
Where huge waves pound the stony cliffs overlooking the shore.
They can only live near to where the surf waves roll
And to them the breath of the sea air is good for the soul
In towns by the ocean they grow old and gray
From salt-water they could not live far away.
The sea loving people enjoy the coastal sunshine
Inland from the ocean they surely would pine
To live two miles from the ocean for them does seem far
Though in distance that only a short drive by car.
The sea loving people love the rumble of the big surf waves
In cemetery close to the cliffs are their ancestors graves
They would pine if they could not hear the sea breakers roar
They only could live in towns near the Sea-shore.
poem by Francis Duggan
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