Tag Archive | Poetry

Goodnight . . . . Oh, Man in the Moon








“Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes,
and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies. 

Oh, man in the moon, send the night’s cool breeze to lull my leery heart,
and I shall cast my fears to the wind with ease, and watch them all depart.

Oh, man in the moon, send the sandman’s dust to rest my weary soul,
and I shall slumber in happy dreams until the morning bells do toll.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich.










Art Arlene Graston
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

Wild Horses!

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Wild Horses.

Thunder of hooves across the land,
A gallant proud stallion is leading his band,
With grace and beauty they gallop and run,
Enjoying the freedom and warmth of the sun.

They stop and graze on grassy plains,
With only the wind to groom their manes,
No man can govern where they roam,
Fence-less pastures their only home.

Stand proud wild horses with spirit strong,
In man-less land where you belong,
Untamed you gallop on land through sea,
Forever wild ….. Forever free.

By Shelagh Bullman.

 

 

 

 

Art by Jody Bergsma
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

The Fisherman.

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The Fisherman.

The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one’s abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.

His life is strange ; half on the shore
And half upon the sea –
Not quite a fish, and yet not quite
The same as you and me.

The fisherman has curious eyes ;
They make you feel so queer,
As if they had seen many things
Of wonder and of fear.

They’re like the sea on foggy days, –
Not gray, nor yet quite blue ;
They ‘re like the wondrous tales he tells
Not quite – yet maybe – true.

He knows so much of boats and tides,
Of winds and clouds and sky !
But when I tell of city things,
He sniffs and shuts one eye !

~ Abbie Farwell Brown

 

 

 

 

Art Nicola Bayley
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

#SoftTuesday . . . .When your old wedding ring was new

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When your old wedding ring was new
And each dream that I dreamed came true
I remember with pride
How we stood side by side
What a beautiful picture you made as my bride
Even though silver crowns your hair
I can still see the gold ringlets there
Love’s old flame is the same
As the day I changed your name
When your old wedding ring was new

lyrics by Bert Douglas

 

 

 

Art Adele Lorienne S.
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

Teatime Poem!

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When the world is all at odds, and the mind is all at sea.
Then cease the useless tedium, and brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance, there is solace in its taste.
And the laden moments vanish, somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing, there’s beauty as you’ll see.
All because you briefly stopped to brew a cup of tea.

~ Anonymous

 

 

 

 

Art Jeremy Norton
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

In Nature’s Realm!

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In Nature’s Realm

The earth is bright and dewy-fresh
As Dian, risen from her bath,
While, just released from slumber’s mesh,
I fare me down a flowery path.

I pass between the clover fields
Where sleek, slow-moving cattle graze;
I seek the joys which Nature yields
To him who knows her pleasant ways.

I go where honeysuckles blow,
And climb with them the rocks I love;
A world of green spreads out below,
A wider world of blue above.

And many a sturdy, stately elm,
And many a proud, ancestral oak,
Deep in the forest’s shady realm,
Hold tuneful choirs of feathered folk.

I gaze, and all is fair to see–
I listen, and the songs are good;
My singers are of high degree,
The prima donnas of the wood

Here, then, I find my concert-hall,
My columned temple and my shrine,
God’s perfect handiwork–and all
To draw me nearer the divine.

by Andrew Downing

 

 

 

Art Raymond Booth.
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

August

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“When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.”

– Mary Oliver.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art CHIE YOSHII
Text & image source: Snowwolf,s Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

Good morning with . . . Cherry Blossoms.

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Cherry Blossoms.

How nice it is to see…
A lovely cherry blossoms tree
Starting to bloom its sprouts..
Like a cotton candies of mount…

When the wind blows…
Flowers falling..dancing with the wind
Like a dance show…
In the air…

Cherry blossoms tree..
Your flower dance with glee..
In the wind…to be free…

~ Mary Joy Lumanog

 

 

 

 

Art Snowwolf
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://web.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

Yes, in the poor man’s garden grow . . .

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“Yes, in the poor man’s garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers –
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And Joy for weary hours.”

~ Mary Howitt

 

 

 

Text & image source: Jana Eid https://web.facebook.com/jana.eid