The Magic of Love

A magic potion
A spell upon us
Love’s incantation
A personal enchantment

A Book of Shadows
Incense and Candles
Herbs and roots
Gods and Goddesses

Gaia the earth
The mother of all
Diana the moon
The universe’s call

Turrets and towers
A city of spires
Misty minarets
Love’s passionate fires

A heavenly union
An angelic choir
As my soul trembles
With immeasurable desire

A life with you
The magic of love
A gift from on high
From up above

For this, and other random poetry, check out ‘Who Want’s a Theme Anyway?’ here:

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A collection of poetry celebrating the beauty of the random. There is no thematic link to these poems, they touch upon almost any subject that crossed the author’s mind in the moment. They were born from a series of journal notes made over the course of a number of months. This collection is an eclectic mix of poems and range from love poetry to landscapes, children, paranormal, science and technology, and animals, with a lot of other topics thrown in for good measure.

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Sunrise

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Sunrise

The beauty of
The early morn
Watching the sunrise
The breaking of dawn

And so begins
A brand new day
A new beginning
In every way

From out the dark
And into the light
The dawn of possibilities
A heavenly sight

Out with the old
And in with the new
The splendour of life
The morning dew

The privilege one feels
To share this wonder
Uplifts your soul
Tears worries asunder

Nature’s majesty
And universal power
Above all things
Doth surely tower

For this, and other random poetry, check out ‘Who Want’s a Theme Anyway?’ here:

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Description

A collection of poetry celebrating the beauty of the random. There is no thematic link to these poems, they touch upon almost any subject that crossed the author’s mind in the moment. They were born from a series of journal notes made over the course of a number of months. This collection is an eclectic mix of poems and range from love poetry to landscapes, children, paranormal, science and technology, and animals, with a lot of other topics thrown in for good measure.

Tahoe Queen

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Tahoe Queen

In the footsteps of Clemens
A path now well trod
Astride a mountain
Before a lake so pure

A Tahoe Queen
In Zephyr Cove
A paddle steamer
Thoughts of Twain

Distant Mountains
On the opposite shore
Snow peaked caps
A beauty so raw

Gentle waves
Lash the shore
A crescent cove
A sandy beach

Dogs playing chicken
With incoming waves
Crazy cold water
Crazy fool dogs

Firs and pines
About the beach
The sound of waves
One’s ears do reach

Shining water
Clear as crystal
A translucent blue
And trees of green

Summer sun
Winter snow
At 7000ft
Nestled between the peaks

For this, and other random poetry, check out ‘Who Want’s a Theme Anyway?’ here:

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Description

A collection of poetry celebrating the beauty of the random. There is no thematic link to these poems, they touch upon almost any subject that crossed the author’s mind in the moment. They were born from a series of journal notes made over the course of a number of months. This collection is an eclectic mix of poems and range from love poetry to landscapes, children, paranormal, science and technology, and animals, with a lot of other topics thrown in for good measure.

The rape of the earth

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The Earth

The rape of the earth
Has continued too long
Charging headlong
Towards its final death song

How many ways
Can we possibly find
To destroy our planet
And nature’s purpose undermine

Open cast mining
And deforestation
These affronts to Gaia
And the whole of creation

A world polluted
Rain turned to acid
Leaves vegetation and life
Limp and flaccid

Over Fishing
And Herman’s stunt
African safaris
And the big game hunt

The continual abuse
Of our eternal mother
Leads us onward
Closer to the fall

Plunging on headlong
Towards oblivion
All for the worth
Of her natural resources

For this, and other random poetry, check out ‘Who Want’s a Theme Anyway?’ here:

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who-wants-a-theme-anyway

Description

A collection of poetry celebrating the beauty of the random. There is no thematic link to these poems, they touch upon almost any subject that crossed the author’s mind in the moment. They were born from a series of journal notes made over the course of a number of months. This collection is an eclectic mix of poems and range from love poetry to landscapes, children, paranormal, science and technology, and animals, with a lot of other topics thrown in for good measure.

Voices of Nature Blog Tour

Stars Above (alouette)

Starry nights shine bright
Thousands of wee lights
Constellations light the sky
Darkness shows contrast
While clouds have gone past
Suspended in time up high

Pisces and Leo
Taurus and Virgo
Constellations light the sky
Sagittarius
Libra, Pegasus
Worlds of tiny lights float by

©2014 Poetry by Pamela, all rights reserved.

This is just a sample of the poetry you will find in Voices of Nature. There are dozens more poems for you to savor.

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You can buy it here for only $.99 for Kindle – it also available in paperback ($7.19) on Amazon.

Poetry gives voice to what the eyes see and the heart hears.

Inspiration exists all around us. Beauty can be found in the laughter of a child or the blooms of a tree. Poems are one person’s interpretation of the world seen through their eyes and felt in their heart. Poetry is soul food – plain and simple.

Voices of Nature is a collection of poems that reflect the inherent splendor of nature all around us. This book utilizes a variety of poetry forms to paint word pictures.

One review said “The sheer variety of styles in this poetry book is amazing. Haiku, triple haiku, acrostic, rondeau, and so many others. Even better is that they explain the poems in the back, which is a great service to the curious reader.

Each poem is clear and paints a perfect picture of nature. Though, I have an odd feeling that both poets were tired of winter since that had the most amount of poems out of the season sections. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I did love the ‘Thunder and Lightning’ acrostic for the imagery and ‘New Day’ for the complicated style and bringing an odd sense of serene closure to the book.

I would highly recommend this poetry book. Even if you’re not into poetry, the pieces for every season will probably have you going ‘I thought the same thing.’

Pamela previously released a collection of love poems titled Dreams of Love with several five star reviews. She has been writing for a short time, but pours her soul into her poetry.
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Kirsten collaborated on a collection called Hope’s Flight.
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This is a collection created by two poets – Pamela B and Kirsten A.
Both women enjoy exploring various topics and poetry forms. Many forms are represented in Voices of Nature (along with a short description of the forms for your convenience). Buy Voices of Nature for only $.99 today and experience the wonders all around us.

Recapturing that Inner Child

I have been thinking about when I was a child and how things were. In particular I have been thinking about whether it is possible to recapture that childlike curiosity and imagination that we once had, well, that most of us had anyway.

What can we do as adults to try to recover this? Every day we are, as adults, faced with responsibilities that just seem to grind us down, at least I often feel that way. Obviously when we were children we didn’t have those kinds of responsibilities. These were never a problem as a child. Most of us were not worried about where the next meal was coming from, more how soon we could leave the table and get on our bikes to meet our friends at the secret camp. There were no mortgages, no bills, no responsibilities other than to do our homework and to be home on time. I know that not every child’s life is like this, but this is how I seem to remember mine, although I admit there was a lot of reading too. The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the sun brighter and it was always hot in the summer and snowed in the winter. We had our hidden camps in the woods where our secret clubs met in summer to plan epic journeys to forbidden places, we made snowmen in winter and played on the icy ponds.

So a couple of weeks ago I went back to the village in which I grew up, it is only about ten miles away, and visited the pond and horse chestnut field we used to play around. It was still there, but different. There used to be a little waterfall (more just an overflow for the pond really, only about four feet high that drained into a tunnel that went under the farmers drove and into the conker field next door). We had hours of fun playing there, but only the bravest of us ventured into the dark of the tunnel and made it through to the light at the other end. Now the pond has a public service noticeboard detailing interesting features about the now stagnant, mouldy old  pond. The waterfall is covered in wire mesh. Was it ever really how I remember it?

I guess you are thinking, like me, was there ever actually a point to this post? I fear I am just rambling now! Oh yes, recapturing the inner child. I am sure it is in there, I just have to find the best way to release it. Hang on recapture, release. Do I know what I want? I think I want to be able to experience life again through the eyes of a child. Perhaps what I am trying to say, most ineloquently, is that I want to feel wonder and surprise at the smallest of things again, not for things to be tainted by the cynicism of age and experience.

Kind of lost the thread there a bit, but I hope you know what I mean. Any ideas?