Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Poem:Photo - the Osprey

Thursday, April 19, 2018

2016 Hamlin Park nest
Photo by Steve Schneider

I am an OSPREY you can see
I like to nest up high
I have to live near water
Now I will tell you why

My food of choice why it is Fish
I’m called a bird of Prey
Well FISH HAWK is what I am called
The fish can’t get away

I hover up above them
Then plunge so swiftly down
My long sharp talons grasp the fish
I do not make a sound

I feed them to my babies
I usually have three
Their colors all are brown and white
Well HEY they look like me

I like to live on tops of trees
On telephone poles and such
And now I’m on your playfield light
I thank you very much


Jean Monce Bryant




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Poem: Soul healing beauty on a branch

Monday, April 16, 2018

Photo by Karol Milner

"Soul Healing Beauty On A Branch"

Soul healing beauty on a branch,
Awaiting your pause to focus and gaze,
Those Barred Owls are feathered objects of Divine magic!

Feathered beauty that heals away self-inflicted discontent,
Beauty that filters self-doubt and inspires courage,
Natural beauty that leads you to contentedness!

With an intent focus and gaze at their feathered beauty,
Free and distract your mind from self inflicted discontent.

Barred owls are natural beauty in harmony,
Nature’s sublime-Divine-feathered-soul-healers,
A source of soul healing beauty for everyone!

Mesmerizing beauty from Barred Owls,
Is Divine-Providence-healing in visual revelation,
A concoction for releasing soul felt discontent,

Natural beauty is extraordinary-Divine-intervention,
To cleanse discontent from your Soul,
A way to erase the fault-lines of worry from your brow,
Barred Owls are soul healing beauty on a branch!

©2018 by Bob Barta

Poem inspired by article written
by Glen Milner in Sunday's Shoreline Area News.



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Photo: Poem: Mother Nature

Monday, April 2, 2018



Mother Nature Our Life Source


By the grace of Mother Nature,
You survive and thrive,


With her graciousness,
You are enabled to stay alive,


Day by day,
How do you strive in return,
To help keep her alive and healthy?


©2018 by Bob Barta.



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Photo: Poem: Spring

Sunday, February 11, 2018

A Valentine heart of azaleas
Photo by Lee Lageschulte


Minute by minute

Days grow longer and lighter.

Spring is on its way.

--Gini Paulsen



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Photo: Poem: The Columbia River

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Photo by Vicki Westberg
    
 The Columbia River

Sculptured by the earth,
polished by the sun,
it slithers, chugs and churns
its way to the ocean.

Teased by the wind
it shudders.
Brushed by the sun
it blushes sapphire and silica,
turquoise and jade, and
by the clouds, pewter.

This familiar presence,
whose coinage flows
through our fingers,
is only borrowed
from strange eons before
and strange eons to come.

A giant spirit
it speaks to the planets
with a pounding heart,
communes with stars
in the quiet of eternity,
and to anyone who listens
conveys, “I am.”

--Vicki Westberg, Shoreline



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Photo: Spooky supermoon

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Into the woods - supermoon on a misty night
Photo by Jerry Pickard


Witch Hunt

Tingling thoughts of murder,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past; 
further floats among the living effigies.

A whisper from long ago still echoes, 
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.




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Poem: The Very Best Thing About Christmas

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Shutterstock image

The Very Best Thing About Christmas
By Cynthia Sheridan
     
     
The thing about Christmas, the thing I love most
      It isn’t the stuffing, the turkey or roast
      It’s not Christmas cookies, although I agree
      Such seasonal sweets are a reason for glee
      It could be the music, with carolers singing
      Shiny brass trumpets, and silver bells ringing

      Of course there are presents- exciting to open
      Especially the one that is what you were hopin’

      I love all the cards that show up in the mail
      Year after year, they come without fail

      Not to mention the lights! How they twinkle and glow
      On storefronts and rooftops, wherever you go

      But the thing about Christmas (and here my poem ends)
      Yes, the very best thing … is to share it with friends.



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Photo:Poem - Wind

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Photo by Judith Muilenburg

"Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you... but when the leaves hang trembling... the wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I... but when the trees bow down their heads... the wind is passing by."
---Christina Rossetti.     1830-1894 



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Happy Halloween in cartoon and rhyme

Tuesday, October 31, 2017



   Halloween 1992

Here they come beating a path to my door,
In twos and threes, and fours or more,
Floating, bloating, and gloating with “Goshes!”
Arms flopping, feet stomping in ghoulish galoshes.

I open the door -- look out at the street.
Oops, those furtive urchins are down by my feet.
“Is it that time again?” I ask, beating a hasty retreat,
But they ambush me with “Trick or Treat!”

My, you’re a cute rumpled dumpling,” I mumble
And stick out a tray of food for fast fumbling.
“Take two, my little Petite Piece of Pasta.
At the Mirabeau or Canlis these morsels would cost ya.”

Yes, little jesters, keep gesturing and pestering.
Keep those digestive juices just festering.
Halloween beans and licorice cookies,
I’ve reams of rollicking recipes, rookies.

Yes, it takes a staunch stomach and that’s no joke.
This beast of a feast isn’t for finicky folk.
So eat spinach and carrots until the next time
When I greet you again with more rare food and rhyme.

Witchie (Vicki) Westberg



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Photo: Poem: Glowing white globe

Friday, October 6, 2017

Photo by Gregg Haughhian


The glowing white globe 

                  Illuminates the black night.

                         Behold this glory. 



Gini Paulsen
Ridgecrest



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Photo:Poem The Forest Archives




Poem and photo by Vicki Westberg, Shoreline



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Write Now: Looking for Poems in Visual Art and Found Text

Friday, September 15, 2017

Write Now: Looking for Poems in Visual Art and Found Text

Saturday, Sept 23, 2017 from 2-3:30pm at the Mountlake Terrace Library, 23300 58th Ave W, Mountlake Terrace 98043.

Learning through examples and writing exercises, participants will create their own poems that draw inspiration from a variety of sources such as visual artwork and vintage magazines.

This is the opening day of the “Arts of the Terrace” juried art show at the Mountlake Terrace Library, so enjoy the art and let it speak to your poetic muse!

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Haiku:Photo: Fire's smoke

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Photo by Lien Tisdale Titus


Fire’s smoke shrouds the skies.
An orange orb reflects these fires.
Ashes are all that’s left.


Gini Paulsen
Ridgecrest neighborhood



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Photo: Poem: Urban Stream

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Twin Ponds Stream
Photo by Vicki Westberg


Urban Stream


Combed by coho, groomed by grass

her language is microsong

high-pitched and fast.

She teases the doodlebug, dragonfly, sticks.

She flashes, splashes, sprays and spits.

She jumps and bumps,

all dappled and dimpled

flirting, squirting, gurgling dribbles.

Nibbling ripples of bubbles appear

as well as regular floods of tears.

Coyotes kiss this hide-n-seek creek

and possums cross her

while you and I sleep.

Sunbeams explode and moonbeams meander

directing airborne creatures to land there.

Her earth hard host cradles the flow,

and leaves gifts of gravel

above and below.

At the end of her baptismal slide

she climbs the rain cloud

for another ride.


Copyright 2011, Vicki Westberg



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Poem: Billy the Goat

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Earthcraft goats working at
Richmond Beach Saltwater Park


I'm Billy the Kid and I love to "GO GREEN"
I'll gladly devour what is on the scene
My dad and his friends will be part of the crew
He's WILLIAM THE GOAT did I need to tell you


We're glad to be stationed at such a great place
We'll be here six months so we're not in a race
The Bioswales are our target Vegetation our aim
You may see us grazing--"Nature's Gardeners"  our claim


The bottom of the parking lot  We may be in view
Please NO old tin cans -that we're asking of you
And one thing for certain NO SALT for the greens
It all is provided The SALTWATER theme


So thank you for using Our wonderful crew
There's No Butts about it We love to help you

Billy and William and a bunch of old goats


 Jean Monce Bryant
 Lake Forest Park, WA



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Poem: Healing Tweets

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


Healing Tweets

Why do birds tweet?
To me they sound so sweet,

Each has a special charming sound,
No other creature has a song so profound,

Whenever life gets you down a bit,
To a bird concert go and sit,

Joy and healing is their profession,
Your angst and concerns they’ll be refreshin’

There’s nothing like a concert of bird songs,
To ease and calm mental and soul wrongs,

Each bird has a special tweet,
And you are invited to a free front seat.
Go cleanse your mind and soul of resentment,
With those healing tweets you’ll find contentment!

©2017 Blooming Bobville the practical poet
Photo from http://www.pixaby.com



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Poem: Five Acre Woods

Saturday, July 8, 2017

5 Acre Woods
Photo by Jerry Pickard


Five Acre Woods


Five Acre Woods a magical spot
A remnant of our Past
I hope and pray with all my heart
That we can make it last


Seattle it is changing
Lake Forest Park is too
But Magic still abounds in here
Let's see what we can do


The wildlife does reside in here
We wait with baited breath 
Will this last vestige of our Past
Now face a certain death


In Nature we find refuge
From all that Life may bring
For it is true- right in our heart
We're part of Everything


So let's all link our hearts and minds
To see what we can do
The dearest Gift-what Nature brings
That's true for me and you


There is a Presence you will feel
Not in the daily rush
But in the beauty of the space
The lilting of a thrush


Jean Monce Bryant
Lake Forest Park



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Photo: Poem Spring

Tuesday, April 25, 2017



Spider webs and moss

Bushtits flying in and out

Tiny nests of spring.

Photo and Haiku by Marcia McLaughlin



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Photo:Poem: Rainy day baseball

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Running the bases but not outrunning the rain


Poem and photos by Wayne Pridemore


The rains came down 
   sometimes softly and other times not 
The fans were drenched but they came to enjoy 
   the game, the game of baseball. 
Most brought umbrellas, they had been to games of the past 
   games of Aprils played In Shoreline.

"most brought umbrellas"

...and most of the umbrellas were large golf umbrellas




You have to appreciate parents who support their kids,
no matter the weather



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Photo:Poem - Laughter is Audible Beauty

Wednesday, April 19, 2017




Laughter Is Audible Beauty From Your Soul

Laughter is the audible expression of,

Positive response to life and,

The mystical-spiritual-revelation of beauty in your soul!


Envoi:
*Laughter is a non-verbal way to communicate contentment,
joy and happiness. Laughter triggers a sense of delight and
a brief relief for all within its range.

©2016 Blooming Bobville the pracetical poet. May you always be fresh and blooming and sharing laughter 😊



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