fulfillment from the tree we seek..
Posted: Saturday, 08 November 2008 |
..fulfillment from the tree we seek
ripe knowledge apple, we, the meek.
Decisions made through freedoms choice
or are we called by the silent voice
and force that grows the humble seed
no random route, this programmed deed
genetic blueprint wont tell why
but guides the way from ground to sky..
excerpt from poem Hunger, copyright hebridean homeland photography
Maybe catch a glimpse or see a name..
Posted: Saturday, 13 September 2008 |
Consuming vision, concealed from sight
In darkness moth drawn to the light
No signpost to the path most bright
Which wisdom way to leave the night
Creeping, seeping, through the veins
Feel stomach churning once again
Knowledge search drives minds insane
Maybe catch a glimpse or see a name
Through next dimension window pane
poetry excert from HebrideanHomelandPhotography poem 'Hunger'
Purple Heather
Posted: Friday, 15 August 2008 |
O the summer time is comimg
and the trees are sweetly blooming
and wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather
will you go, lassie, go
from the song Wild Mountain Thyme/Will you go Lassie go. I don't know who the originator of the song is, but i've heard at least two versions.
and it stoned me to my soul..
Posted: Saturday, 05 July 2008 |
From Van Morrison..
On our way back home, we sang a song
but our throats were getting dry..
then we saw the man, from across the road,
with the sunshine in his eyes.
Well, he lives all alone,
in his own little home,
with a great big gallon jar..
there were bottles too, one for me, and you,
and he said well, there you are.
O......the water,
O......the water,
O......the water,
..get it myself from the mountain stream..
On our way back home, we sang a song
but our throats were getting dry..
then we saw the man, from across the road,
with the sunshine in his eyes.
Well, he lives all alone,
in his own little home,
with a great big gallon jar..
there were bottles too, one for me, and you,
and he said well, there you are.
O......the water,
O......the water,
O......the water,
..get it myself from the mountain stream..
i watched the moonrise..
Posted: Friday, 13 June 2008 |
i watched the moonrise,
late last night..
above the moor,
beyond the croft .
Enchanted by the evening sight,
of moonbeams falling from aloft..
and dripping gently on the loch,
reflections spreading, silver soft.
excert from Hebridean Homeland poem 'i watched the moonrise'
copyright 2008
its whats inside that counts
Posted: Saturday, 19 April 2008 |
Children everywhere
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
howling, running and shouting
at the top of their lungs
Ice as clear as glass
Snow so cold and deep
Children sharing,
telling secrets
having conversations and some even greedy,
their hands in their pockets
and teeth chattering up and down
Some small, some tall,
Some smelly, some pretty
Some funny and some lazy
But all the same
Some children hurt,
Some children crying,
Some children happy,
Some children delighted,
But it's what's inside that counts,
And how we are to one another.
Poem called Playground, by Kirsty, P6
the universal, grander scheme
Posted: Saturday, 15 March 2008 |
In the Universal, grander scheme
some things are meant to be
the reasons why, although we pry
are not for us to see
like swirling storms that last for days
and show us natures' wrath
why must we suffer and endure
why not a quiet path?
those days are not without an end
there's always some respite
-the days of beauty, oh so calm
filled with warmth and light.
We don't know when those days will come
but we know they surely will
and our bodies will recuperate
repair..relax..be still
Now what about our busy minds..
i hope that we can see,
they're not so different from the storms
..in a strange analogy.
The raging torrent of our thoughts
can knock us off our feet
the rushing rota of our lives
must work..must drive..must eat.
so look out for those days of peace
amidst the mental riot
allow your mind to be quite still
no thought..just calm..and quiet
please don't try to fill the "gap"
with tv, or the web
no mp3... no MTV..
to spin around your head.
Those days are there to heal your mind
...to give your soul a lift
accept them in the grander scheme
enjoy them as a gift.
copyright 2008
silence..
Posted: Wednesday, 20 February 2008 |
After the fury of winter and it's howling wind, the calm weather the past couple of weeks has allowed the silence of the promise of spring to soothe our ears ..
Hang Togethar
Posted: Sunday, 25 November 2007 |
I see the signs..
on all the faces..
in my neighbourhood.
I see the wear..
and tear...in places..
that i never should.
from Odyssey's 'Hang Togethar'
peace on earth
Posted: Saturday, 29 September 2007 |
Peace on earth, a dream come true
Peace on earth, when will it start
Peace on earth, begins with you
Peace on earth.. it's in your heart
pictures of the isles, from lewis to south uist, plus the odd comment.
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