I’ve been reading extensively about Native American folklore lately. As part of my Master’s research at Berkeley, I studied the relationships between people, wildlife, and the environment to understand how everything is interconnected. In Native American folklore, hummingbirds symbolize joy, happiness, and good luck. They are also seen as messengers from the other side, bringing… Continue reading Hummingbird
Tag: Poets
Nature’s Symphonies
I love to hear the symphonies of natureBy the side of streams or up the pretty sunny skies,When it showers or through the whirling wind trail,The smooth rush of the flowing stream,The screeching of insects beneath grasses,The virtually silent clouds whose sounds are exaltedThe call of birds, the hop of deer, minutes of termites,And effervescent… Continue reading Nature’s Symphonies
Sitting by Robin Bliss
Sitting on this grassy knoll, Overlooking the vastness Of the vast open sea and A strip of aureate colored sand Hearing the gulls calling mournfully Seeing the breakers endlessly Crashing against the shore In the distance are islets Dark blue against the sky Beyond them, the boundless ocean Feeling quite relaxed and mellow Feeling at… Continue reading Sitting by Robin Bliss
Poem: Love Conquers
If dreams are colourless Then love is a magical dream That teaches and encourages, It trusts from the heart Builds bridges over water To bring worlds together True love shared Fear no colour or creed I lay my head On your shoulders Let’s take this love to moments Where all eyes see its beauty
Sometimes by Robin Bliss
Sometimes, When the sun has just set. The clouds still reflect colours, Orange and red glowing bright. Behind them the endless turquoise sky. I feel that I can see forever and ever. Touching the eternity within. Longing to fly on gossamer wings, Soaring gliding at my will. The happiness of eternity glows within, And I… Continue reading Sometimes by Robin Bliss
A lovers poem
Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you, To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze And the fire in my soul dance for the joy of beholding you? Will you hold these tired hands and caress it As a skilled guitarist would with his instrument To… Continue reading A lovers poem
“I shall stand at the cliffs edge
I shall look out for a better home for us
We shall run from the very familiar
We shall find a new start
And when the Eagles return to nest
I would hurriedly rush home to you
We shall pack up, all our belongings
To embark on the final leg of a journey
…To the West, to the setting sun…”
The road is thorny and mountainous
The land full of poisonous adders and toads
Inedible mushrooms, distracts the traveller
But wasn’t it said here lies a depth of gold?
The wolves howl behind the weary men
Winter is cruel to those who seek refuge
In her treacherous arms and embrace
But the moon shine and men count their luck
And when the sun rises, another hope is unleashed
The trail is fresh with different paw prints
But we must go, to find a new land
To find Scotland, Vancouver or Newfoundland?
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A Dust of Locust
Okechukwu Iroegbu A dark patch I saw from afar On a day the doors where left ajar A falling mist upon earth Greysome; a sight I loath The sun had seen much For I, never seen such Steven M Ross Sunlight still prevail Every emotion that you feel Like poetry is a bust So does… Continue reading A Dust of Locust
A Call At The Future
Listen… The wind is surging by Over the treetops on a hill A call… The whisper in ones dream After a daring days work Hören… Dreams grow like pumpkins Sprouting and clutching …as it goes A firm step for another …and another Then a brave walk Tension minimal It’s now… the future The call at… Continue reading A Call At The Future
