by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
The forest music plays
A haunting tune,
Vibrating softly
All around the countryside.
The fragrance of the spruce
Exuding joy,
Combine with the scent
Of the mighty magnolia
Now in full bloom.
Darkness falls.
We trudge a path
Towards a lake.
The peach-hued moon shines brightly.
Peace reigns.
We shelter in a hostel.
Besides a window.
The glitter of the moon
Shines across the placid waters.
All is calm.
A room is available.
What better way to spend the night?
by W.A. Cholt |
Categories:
family, life, love, work,
They met
Fell in love
Got married
Had children
Worked hard
Grew old and retired
To the countryside,
The simple life.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
21/6/19
by Red Fiery |
Categories:
dedication,
He drives along the countryside ,
speeding the hearts of all the woman.
Delivering his sumptuous smile ,
the enigma of his personality.
Deep blue eyes are purest in the world ,
A white man's love to die for !
I have bathed in oriental monsoon,
tasted the Indian wine
, but nothing as compared to his passion.
The gear of my heart is in his hands ,
My blood runs through the engine ,
He drives me to his heart's harbour,
For he is my sexy TRUCK DRIVER.
by Kim Merryman |
Categories:
autumn, horse, love, moon,
On
a crisp
autumn night
couples cuddle
with delight on a
hayride in the country.
The clip clop of horses' hooves
create a rhythmic beat along
a red clay road, the earthy essence
of hay and horses wafting through the chill
night air. A harvest moon of golden hue
bathes the countryside with its silken
glow - enchanting both young and old
with romantic thoughts of love
eternal - happily
ever after dreams
of bliss. Perhaps
even a
stolen
kiss.
10/5/15
double etheree
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
fun, life, love, travel,
~Bikers~
(Acrostic)
Bikers love ride bike
Instead of car or bus
Keep them ready to go
Experience pleasures that only grows
Ride to work or just to race
Send thrills to bikers under the sun.
~Bikers~
(Nonet)
Bikers love ride bicycle for fun
Some ride bike to make it to work
Many enjoy doing tricks
In countryside and towns
Some take pride in bike
They love pedal
Feel the air
Riding
Bike.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
May.23.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
To dear Nanette:
How can I express what I feel for you?
I love you.
Because you are you,
When you are not with me, I’m blue.
Because you’re chic,
Outside, the countryside is bleak.
Because you’re lovely,
I yearn for you embrace cuddly,
Because you are true,
We are one not two,
Because……
From the administrator:
Cut the crap and don’t waste our space. Just go hug and kiss her.
To the administrator:
Spoilsport ;)
by John Gondolf |
Categories:
rain, romantic, summer,
A summer rain falls gently from the sky,
and settles softly on the meadow green
refreshing mother earth and beautify
the countryside with happiness unseen,
while love and nature joyfully convene.
As you and I stroll down a country lane
enjoying petrichor in summer air,
our clothes are getting drenched by gentle rain;
I gaze into your eyes without a care
while kissing droplets from a cheek so fair…
August 8, 2019
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
fun, race, sports, travel,
~Bikers~
(Acrostic)
Bikers love ride bike
Instead of car or bus
Keep them ready to go
Experience pleasures that only grows
Ride to work or just to race
Send thrills to bikers under the sun.
~Bikers~
(Nonet)
Bikers love ride bicycle for fun
Some ride bike to make it to work
Many enjoy doing tricks
In countryside and towns
Some take pride in bike
They love pedal
Feel the air
Riding
Bike.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.10.2015
by Aysha Nuwas |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, love,
My dearest love, my heart is yours
And all the beauty nature stores
You see the world with childlike glee
Like a rabbit in clover fields, carefree
With grace and majesty, you ride
A horse as beautiful as the countryside
Your love for them is pure and true
And I'm in awe of all you do
In your eyes, I see the stars
Shining brightly from afar
You light up my world with your smile
And make everything seem worthwhile
I promise to love you with all my heart
And cherish you until the end of time
You are my everything, my shining star
And I'll love you always, no matter where you are.
by John Fenn |
Categories:
funny, love,
I’d love to be a hobo
To tramp the country mile
To be at one with nature
To face life with a smile
The countryside will feed me
With the hedgerow for my bed
The green grass for my pillow
When I need to rest my head
Oh I’d love to be a hobo
Watching seasons passing through
To wake up with the dawning
And the early morning dew
I’d miss my comfy bed I know
And three square meals a day
Fresh clothes every morning
Somewhere clean and warm to stay
Yes, I’d love to be a hobo
It would make me feel alive
But should it ever happen
Could it just be nine till five
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love hurts,
December blows its frosty breath,
ice flows downstream.
Isn't ice white? This is so grey.
Where is the beauty of yesteryear?
Shouldn't the air be fresh?
It's spoiled, tears spill,
she takes out her Polaroid,
click after click
snap after snap and she vows
she'll send them as good news
of the progress of the countryside.
Will he love her photos?
Will he leave her then?
Will she miss his sweet hot lips?
She knows not.
She sees the river bank,
dead like a plate of grief,
her tears spill more.
The Polaroid works harder than before.
by Karen Price |
Categories:
animals, introspection, love, nature,
I went to the countryside and fell in love with sheep.
Even at this late date.
A city girl wanted to weave
a new fabric for living.
Run with them,
Lie with them,
Shear them.
Touch the lanolin,
Feel the softness,
Smell the rawness.
Look into those eyes,
Dye the wool.
Weave a shawl or blanket,
and crawl under it
Close to the earth
on a grassy hill
In Gloucestershire,
I slept.
by Mohan Chutani |
Categories:
for her, love, rain,
splutter splatter rain
floods earth and greens countryside;
need to be with you
Haiku syllable count 5/7/5
by Gordon Mcconnell |
Categories:
love, retirement, romance,
These two mature lovers together
been married for many a day
now both retired from employment
can enjoy time together come what may
So they look forward to days away
using the free bus pass to get about
after checking the weather and the route
they plan their day then get out
They love to enjoy the countryside
seeing it's beauty spread so wide
walking in the grass so green
marching out in equal stride
Lovers they are in fullest measure
it's grown so much in years gone by
looking at each other marks a smile
that could only be this gal and guy
They travel all across the land
north, south, east and west
hoping to do this forever more
hand in hand so much blessed
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
angst, art, black african american, childhood, devotion, faith, family, fantasy, children, friendship, love, dream, dream,
THE PONY RIDE
I'm going for a pony ride
to gallup through the countryside
and if you'd like to ride with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
I'm going to the county fair
and we can ride our ponies there
if you'd come to the fair with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
I'm going riding all night long
within my dreams, please come along,
and if you dream this dream with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
© ron wilson
by Lewis Findley |
Categories:
absence, age, america, animal, autumn, baptism, birth,
Is 4 fold...north ...south...east...west...
Quadriphenia...the who
______
Only love can bring the rain from heaven
Falling from yon upon the thirsty ground.
The sun in heat has burned for long the time
O let the rain cascade yes all around
Let m and and ground and beast drink mightily
The flow that comes from none save only God
That strength comes to the thirsty countryside
As over the days the creation do trod
Written on a rainy Thursday Sept. 24 2015
Port WENTWORTH georgia
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
lost love,
The wind taunts me with unbidden memories,
It curses me,
Gives me no lasting solace.
It reminds me of that lovely day
When we wandered o'er the hills,
Wild fragrant thyme perfumed
The graceful countryside.
The wind had breezed through
Your silken hair.
Your luscious eyes sparkled with love.
I blame indifference for this lustful world.
Now you are gone forever, my dear,
While I lament your loss,
I try to forget my dirty past
And hope for God's forgiveness
Though I deserve none.
by Gwen Schuetz |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful,
Winter is both beautiful and dangerous
Islands of snow caress the countryside
Nice friends that you see from day to day
Teachers of nature careful and silent
Every person dressed with style and warmth
Real days of winter where you dress fashionably
Loving the good side of winter where you can ski and skate
Outer limits where you could ski the mountains of Austria
Viceroy ski chalets where you snuggle up with your favorite companion
Every loving minute of winter is there to enhance your lifestyle
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
by Lewis Nyaga |
Categories:
africa, home, parents, vacation,
Whenever us city folks say that were going home
it means a cross country tour over hills and valleys
rivers and large expanse of forests and farmed land
its stopping en-route to buy rice from a farmers mills
conversing with my sisters over how the countryside
has changed since our last visit.. lastly arriving home
and then its handshakes and warm hugs as we meet
our beloved parents, soon a goat is quickly slaughtered
and then its feasting as we enjoy the blessings of family
bathed under the love of our parents.. home sweet home
by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
art, courage, desire, gothic, horror, identity, love,
After the Dark Ages Southern Italy
was an unprotected land without kings:
the Norman nights saw the opportunity
and conquered it fighting Byzantine settlers.
They roamed the fertile Campanian countryside
and built their sturdy castles on hills to guard their territory;
their love for adventures hand an impact on Western history,
They defended the faith and remained Christians 'till they died.
They also freed the Holy Land from the Infidels...
and humbly bowed to Jesus Christ and Popes!
Written on 9/18/2016
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
death, friend, sick,
When close friends take ill
It is a real "bummer"
The next worse thing to taking ill yourself
When close friends near death
It can really blow your mind
Turn on your love light before it is too late!
For we are only granted a few moments
in which to enjoy the sun - the ocean - the countryside
the metropolis
So avoid hate and take a deep breath
For whatever path you choose I wish that
The force be with you!
So you can endure the loss of close friends
And continue onward
on the difficult road of life!
by Bette Bavington |
Categories:
adventure, beautiful, education, happiness, joy, love, magic,
Magical Castle reaching up in to the sky
You surely got a fantastic niche
And with the landscape it crys out rich.
What a wonderful place to bring a bride
No place could be more dignified.
It's romantic
And the perfect
Place to reside.
Oh! Feel the heat from the fireside.
Hear the grandfather clock chime
Letting them know it's dinner time.
Everyone who lives here has pride.
Tomorrow there will be a tour of the
Countryside.
The country people will meet the masters
Wife who takes everything in stride.
by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh |
Categories:
death,
Once
years after you died
in the solitude of nature
I remembered you
and glimpse of our past
like an old song
in a faint voice
brought by the gentle breeze.
Then from the distance
I looked at our transient pasts
with love.
The moment serene
and countryside beautiful !
And nature seemed singing a song
in your memory
and our long past.
I don’t know yet
Whether such a moment
will come again
In my life .
( poem written in memory of my brother Late AKHAM
BIDHANCHANDRA SINGH )
by Stewart Watkins |
Categories:
beautiful, happiness, imagery, love, nature, peace, soulmate,
Sun, Moon, and stars
My day, my night, and my dreams
Naturally beautiful you are
A peaceful countryside with a cool flowing stream
So radiant and soothingly mellow
Lovely rays permeating my heart
Sweet, slow strains of a cello
Your sweet love, our love is like fine art
by Jacqueline Shor |
Categories:
love, love,
How much I love you
How The stars shine above you
Only you dear,are the one
I know He sent you to me
He wants us to get along
Listen to His love song
We have known each other far to long
So let us now began the love story
Make it a love for His Glory
One that never ever ends
Even if we just are friends
We have so much to be grateful for
Look at the countryside
We will someday be His bride
Let us live our lives for Him
Let us not let the light dim
We need Him every step of the way
You and Me tomorrow and today
Loving through Christ is what we need to do
To follow the one who is so true