Summers of my youth grandparents Northwoods lake home awakened each day by preset alarm of waves gentle Horseshoe Lake, water softly lapping sand rhythmic, kindergarten teacher hand clap calling me to come…come…come… and I would, every summer morning, rain or shine cooling off in lake…

Earth wind fire water reign over the world Rain brings new life Wind spreads the seeds Fire clears the old Earth is their home

8/05/17 6:58am Ele(mental) My father is a leo; I was born from his flame. In the middle of the desert; in the scorching heat I came. We burn ourselves alive from the inside out; Call it what you will, addiction sates the drought. It’s said…

Lemon Haze, It leaves you in a lemon daze, It takes you to a lemon maze, And waits for you to fade! Lemon Haze!

  On the mat, they say Use your earth energy Flow like water Light as air Bright, bright fiery motion. Every beginner hears it. Minds fill with images, Bodies practice rote strength, Spirits amuse themselves While the minds and bodies Go their separate ways Trying…

Hi all, here’s my hour 1 poem. I don’t know how many people outside the UK have heard this on their news channels, but we had a big fire in a tower block in London recently, when the exterior cladding turned out not to be…

You see my precious heart, and loving personality that captured your mind and love you over time after time. I bet you see my sadness, happiness, and realness beyond any x-ray eyes searching for appreciation. I bet you see me honest and loyal yet, with…

He is an earthy fool of morning— makes the uphill trek of five leagues and gathers anemones.   He is a fiery child of dusk— arrives in the quietness beyond fatigue and knocks at the door.   She is a flighty girl of night— wears…

Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water In Florida, what delights you can also kill you: the beautiful earth where palm trees, sea grape, and frangipani grows can also swallow you up in a sinkhole. That wonderful sea breeze a certain poet told me you can feel…

Heated room, the fan blowing hell’s fire to the four corners, Her sword’s aimed, blazing to the sun’s lost rays. Morning. She’s got sky ambitions for an earthbound beauty, rosetted Corsage sewn to her wrist in blood. Afternoon Swilling tear drop infusions in a China…