Life Cycle: Summer

Along came the forties

In a Summer so bright

Some say the naughties

Everything seems so right. 

Life Cycle: Spring

Into Spring we bound

New lambs bleating

Listen to their sound

Rains stop sleeting

From teens to thirties with a whoop

All around we group.

Life Cycle: Winter

Winter cold we are born

One of strife

To this we are sworn

This, the cycle of life

Life Cycle

Winter cold we are born

One of strife

To this we are sworn

This, the cycle of life

Into Spring we bound

New lambs bleating

Listen to their sound

Rains stop sleeting

From teens to thirties with a whoop

All around we group. 

Along came the forties

In a Summer so bright

Some say the naughties

Everything seems so right. 

Into Autumn

Life is a dash

This we tell them

Passes in a flash. 

Back into Winter

A peaceful sigh

Dirty and black like sinter

Life passes by

We close our eyes

Each of us we die. 

Robert Green - to view more of his poems go to Poemhunter

Red Wine Enjoyed

Red Wine was the first of Robert’s poems that inspired me to create a piece of art from poetry.  The image may not be the obvious one, but was inspired by these lines..

“You mature in fine design

Become full bodied in time

Oh to open you like a flower….”

Red Wine

You mature in fine design

Become full bodied in time

Oh to open you like a flower

To drink you, savour

Place my lips on thine

Your body now mine

Take my fill, taste you

Sip on you, enjoy you

I fear you will be at your best

Now I am put to rest

Robert Green

The Reaper

"Don't fear the reaper...........

..."another sleep, only deeper"

Don't fear the Reaper

Don't fear the Reaper

Another sleep, only deeper

Your toil is done

No more midday sun

Laid to rest

With the worst and the best

Some say good riddance

I shrug with indifference

My headstone epitaph written

Of times when I was love smitten

Once youthful as a kitten

Now just dust and hidden.

Don't fear the Reaper

He's just your last mortality taker

I still toss and turn

Maybe would have been better to burn

Robert Green- see more of Robert's poems on Poem Hunter

Trees and Dreams:Images

 "Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long."

"Tall and mighty 
Bark textured rough
Their leaves small and flighty
Young children’s shoes did scuff"
















"Reaching skyward
Surveying all around
Casting long shadows westward
Towering flora that abound. "

"New saplings now old

One story they have told

Deep roots make them bold 

As branches unfold"

Quotes from Trees and Dreams by Robert Green

Trees and Dreams

Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long. 

Hard and fast
Taller than grass
Grown to last
of old, cut as a mast. 

Reaching skyward
Surveying all around
Casting long shadows westward
Towering flora that abound. 

New saplings now old
One story they have told
Deep roots make them bold 
As branches unfold

Some older than man
Cast deep in the ground
Hid the old clan
Felt the wet nose of a hound. 

Lovers lay beneath it’s branches
basking in the sun
Exhausted from their horizontal fun
Beads of sweat, down their bodies run. 
Words of love trip off their tongue. 

Tall and mighty 
Bark textured rough
Their leaves small and flighty
Young children’s shoes did scuff

Catching their dreams
As they climb so high
Of rescuing maidens
From pirates near by. 

With bows and not so straight arrows
They grin and they smile
As they aim at a sparrow
and miss by a mile. 

From it’s branches they do swing
Hanging by a limb
Lot of noise, not muffled din. 
Hot summer, time to swim. 


© Robert Green

See more of Robert's poetry at PoemHunter

Kiss Me Again

"Kiss me...........

.....like there is no tomorrow"

Kiss Me

Kiss me like there is no tomorrow

Kiss me like I am dying

Kiss me with your beauty

Kiss me with your tenderness

Kiss me with your inner soul

Kiss me like there is no tomorrow

©  Robert Green

Life Imitates Nature

"Art takes Nature as its model"

Aristotle

The folds of a ballet skirt

"Those who do not want to imitate anything,produce nothing"

Salvador Dali

       

                                                                                 The folds of rose petals

Painted Words

You take my words

Brushes in hand

Blank canvas on stand

The curve of a woman

The strings of rust

The weeping guitar

In your brushes you trust.

From my words you summon

And bring to life

The poems I write

Guitar fading

Waiting to be held

Your art works amazing

"Painted Words" is the poem that inspired the title and the theme of this blog.  Written by Robert Green

As My Guitar Gently Weeps : the painting

I was inspired by Robert's beautiful poem to paint this picture.

"Stood in the corner gathering dust

Steel strings

Pitted with rust ..."

Acrylics on board 

As My Guitar Gently Weeps

Stood in the corner, gathering dust

Steel strings

Pitted with dust

Loose and untuned

Waiting to be held

Arms wrapped around

Waiting for the caress of fingers

For passion to make it dance again

To feel fingers press and glide

To make this old instrument young again

A love song to play

The player to sway

A lover long lost

Never forgotten

To bring to life

A song once sung