The Koala Sleeps by Alex

When the sun is shining,

When the rain is pouring,

When the wind is roaring,

The koala sleeps.

When the trees are swaying,

When the birds are calling,

When the sky is falling,

The koala sleeps.

Ode to O.C. Haenni's Market by Travis

Beneath the striped awning, tales unfold,

Of meats hung high in the winter's cold.

A butcher's trade, both grit and pride,

In Southwest Garden, time did bide.

With cleavers sharp and aprons white,

They served their craft by lantern light.

A market bustling, a bygone place,

Where history lingers in every trace.

The cobbled steps, the dog at play,

Echo whispers of another day.

O.C. Haenni's stands steadfast, true,

A portal to lives that once we knew.

It's Magic by Avi

There's a movement in my head...

Glowing.

My horn lights up.

Because it's Magic.

Inside me by Avi

Inside me, 

there is but one wolf.

Next to it, 

but not with it, 

an eagle. 

A predator must be alone.

To be the apex, 

one must always be on top of a pyramid of losers.

The waters of Aloria by BeachWanderer

In the mystical realm of Aloria, there is a tale told by all old people, about a secret beach that is supposed to heal all ailments.

Princess Anica, the favourite daughter of the king, heard about it and decided to look for it, so it might cure her from her love sickness.

When she finally reached the shore, she realised that she needed to be "herself". The waves whispered: "You are enough. You don't need anyone." 

Swooosh!

Cherry Tree by Sara

There is a moment

When colorful buds

Peer, half-asleep

Through heavy lids,

And wonder if they have

A few moments more

To rest like weary eyes

Before busy visitors - humming and buzzing

As they fill their pockets with golden pollen treasure -

Arrive.

But the sun is warm.

And the songbird is here - joined by another and another -

Together sounding the alarm that spring has finally come.

So it is time to wake up.

This is just to say by William Carlos Williams (sent in by Lisa)

I have eaten 

the plums

that were in 

the icebox

and which 

you were probably

saving 

for breakfast.

Forgive me 

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

If you can't be (sent in by Tuulia)

If you can't be a pine

on the top of the hill,

be a scrub in the valley -

but be the best little scrub

by the side of the rill.

If you can't be a highway

then just be a trail,

if you can't be the sun be a star.

It isn't by size that you win or you fail

be the best of whatever you are!

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Es war nur ein Ententeich, ein Stück weit unterhalb des Bauernhofs. Und er war nicht besonders groß. Lettie Hempstock behauptete, es sei ein Ozean, aber ich wusste, das war Quatsch. Sie behauptete, man könne durch ihn in eine andere Welt gelangen. Und was dann geschah, hätte sich eigentlich niemals ereignen dürfen.

It was just a duck pond a little way down from the farm. And it wasn't very big. Lettie Hempstock said it was an ocean, but I knew that was bullshit. She claimed that one could go to another world through it. And what happened next should never have happened.

I want to fly away by thepoetryofwaves

Ich möchte hinwegfliegen

über das, was sie sagen

und doch kann ich nicht aufhören 

zuzuhören

dazugehören zu wollen

auch mit Flügeln

auch mit dir

vor allem damit

was ich möchte 

ich kann nicht sehen

nur spüren

wie ein Wind mich dahin trägt

wo alle Münder ein Lied singen

I want to fly away

about what they say

and yet I can't stop listening

to want to belong

also with wings

also with you

especially with it

what I want

I cannot see

only feel

like a wind carries me there

where all mouths sing a song

Listen to the wind by Karin

Listen to the wind,

it talks

Listen to the silence,

it speaks

Listen to your heart,

it knows.

Forget Me Not by La Belle Dame (sent in by Ashley)

My little one 

You have left us too soon.

Though my body 

can no longer hold you,

I hold you forever in my heart.

As precious and beautiful

as this flower caught in time.

A mother's love

does not forget.

Bald Eagles by Bianfu

The bald eagles meet in November/ December in Haines/ Alaska (Chilkat River). 

I always wanted to see this, but apparently Alaska isn't a tourist destination in winter - there were no flights. 

But the dream remains, one day I'll get there ...

Horses by Wyn

I was the typical horse-crazy girl. I especially love Palominos. As much as I begged my parents for a horse, I never got one. I worked at a boarding stable, and had friends with horses, so at least I got to spend time with them.

My high school graduation present was a motorcycle. Since then I have owned five. Currently I have a Moto Guzzi. In 2001 I found the opportunity to become a Motorcycle Safety Instructor. I am happy that I was able to share my joy with others in a way to make them safe.

But I still get a thrill every time I see a horse. 

My head, it's a room by Peter-T. Schulz (Ulli)

I want to stop being cold all the time

and yet to pretend to be warm.

What I feel like doing, is to lose something

and someone would grin and take my arm.

My head, it's a room,

in which two chairs stand.

I'm sitting on one of them

and on the other there is nobody to be seen ...

I want to stop carrying my head so high

that others can only see it from afar.

What I feel like doing, is to hear that friends say

with me, you could go to hell.

I want to stop knowing everything exactly

when I don't even know who bites whom in life.

What I feel like doing, is with someone between a pillow

guess three times what his name is in the back.

I want to stop looking for something

that I will probably never find

(maybe because it's on my neck.)

What I want is a pancake

and someone sitting across from me.

My head, it's a room ...

Dear Friend by YuJu

Dear friend,
it is so dark out here.
You have asked me
why I'm not gone to bed yet?

I'm happy that you have looked after me,
but
maybe you don't understand
and maybe you won't understand.
And you still don't understand
although I have explained it to you.

You just called me philosophy master.
Then you wanted me to go to sleep. 

Newcomers by Doreen

We are all newcomers on this ancient rock,
This granite shield of life and latitude.
Your way to roam with the herd, the seasons,
Watch for the signs,
Ours to impose our tribal order,
Dismembering the nation before.
A purple burble of hurt, written in blood and stone,
A history too painful to bear,
Atonement a dream.

A Red, Red Rose by Leonid (Love Poems on the Underground)

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

A poem for the future by Tilda

She has long hair and wears
Suede but her social appetite
Won't fill her days.
A lark sings, skies split but she
Won't ever get to see it.
Memories of a past because her
Present isn't present.
Monuments have moved with her
Phone in her back pocket.

A Postcrosser's Ode to Margaret Rutherford, the original "Miss Marple" by revode

An amateur detective,
I've faced all kinds of crimes;
From London to the countryside,
I've solved them many times.
I use my magnifying glass
to search for every clue;
From China, France, and Canada,
Madagascar, too;
I question every subject,
interview them all,
From Sweden, Brazil, Mexico,
Italy, Nepal;
But finally I scuba-dived
Aussie's Great Barrier Reef;
and finally solved the mystery
Of my missing teeth!