HONG KONG LOVE poem |
HONG KONG LOVE Hong Kong early morning, serene, this scene as a harbor slowly stirs, like a snake uncoils to bask in day sun; two solitary birds fall and rise in a perfect tune; in dance divine their... Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 20:36:00 GMT |
A FRIEND TURNS SIXTY poem |
A FRIEND TURNS SIXTY Rain falls, the day is coldnearly winter, Gemini timeyet again dear friend,birthday day dreaming.A rainbow has archedover the city and a moment of sun glows as I start outto the g... Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 02:49:00 GMT |
WALKING THROUGH PYRMONT PARK |
WALKING THROUGH PYRMONT PARK The north westerly whips the tips of the waves and souls searchwithin for some stillness, to communein the chill of late autumn afternoon.In this restlessness the airis cl... Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 02:54:00 GMT |
SUNDAY MORNING ON BANK STREET |
SUNDAY MORNING ON BANK STREET Early morning rowers now load their boatson roofs of cars, still wet oars glistening,the nights rain lies fresh on Bank Street. Clean air embraces my being in the quietn... Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 02:12:00 GMT |
LOVE IS A LONGING poem |
LOVE IS A LONGING Autumn leaves are falling, and the wind now talks of winters early dawningas I make my way to the waters edge.The path is dappled and ever movingas late afternoon sun silhouettes b... Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:38:00 GMT |
THINKING ABOUT HANGZHOU poem |
THINKING ABOUT HANGZHOUThinking about West Lake, still air of winter sits on surface.Echoes sound from a slow motor boat, or lilt of a waveas an oar thrusts through water, in time it reaches the shore... Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 02:54:00 GMT |
SUMMER WALKS |
SUMMER WALKS.. ..Summer walks, shade walks through time,lost in lifes rhyme; the days spentwaiting for the north east windin late afternoon, sunset... ..Days spent long moving behindthe sun over the ... Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:45:00 GMT |
LONENESS |
LONENESS
A breeze stirs
leaves of the palms,
in unison
fronds sway, quiet
rustling like the sound
of the sea moving
through me,
no body see,
invisible in loneness.
Sunday palms.
Summer heat, bright
... Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 12:30:00 GMT |
COMFORT |
COMFORT
How to soothe your soul, your heart in pain, life's path
has devastation lain. Let God's angel descend and bring
a candle of comfort, think only of a golden glow that
&nbs... Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 18:02:00 GMT |
A poem dedicated to the last car boat leaving Sydney harbour |
I live in Sydney opposite a quay terminal known as Glebe Island on the harbour near the CBD. It is a large highly specialized area dedicated to the loading, housing and unloading of new cars fro... Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 21:34:00 GMT |