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© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Sweeping movements
Sail to the side
Let your fingers,
and hands glide
A slight shiver,
from the breeze,
as the fingers,
touched the keys
A Hammer hits a string
Vibration
Tuned to a specific note,
particles and music,
frequency quote
The note matched,
your vibrational float

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Take me down
so I can lay without
a moan or frown,
but life you see,
means a problem shared,
is a solution geared
How important can it be
compared to the breath in me

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney

Pointed shoes
Ballet clues
Light as feather
Tiptoe,
across each toadstool
Slow
They are delicate though

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Push pull nature's seasons are always full"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Over the hilltop
Breathe
Open expanse,
roll back your sleeves
Now lay your head,
in the wildflower bed
Scents reminisce events,
of time in nature's spaces,
which surrounds all places
Did you feel at home
Well you should do
You were with part of you

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

A bird will sing,
caged or not
You will hear the song,
drifting through the valley along
Carved power of the river,
running through,
the V - shaped, slither
Sounds of rushing water
The bird will still sing,
because freedom,
is all around him


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

“Don't make a chrysalis
out of nature's freedom cliff”

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney

Tangle the web
The Black Widow said
I need to go to my holistic health bed
Where I can build my venom instead
Easy ride on my web glide
Dull muscle pain
I don't think you want that,
in your brain
Pinprick now let that stick

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

"It's certainly spring today
nature's sun is at play"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Sometimes the colours spill
Over the table
Over the paper
   Over the canvas
A cloth soaks up the spilled,
like it was tossed in the trough
Ready for the pigs to eat,
a layer of colour cloth
The paper
   The canvas,
both held a reminiscence
of the spilled trough,
filled with colour creation,
from a free paint sensation
The alternative to a brush,
or printing tools thus,
provides creative art
in free flow,
which is a must
As art is about creation,
and spontaneous elevation

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Nature's Carousel
You may know it well
The horses carry you with grace
The music,
relaxes your whole being in place
As you breathe and move,
nature's Carousel Cycles,
are Fairground renewed
Three stances
Standing figures
Legs on the ground
Prancers
two back legs on the ground,
and two in the air
All legs in the air
Move up and down,
nature Jumpers around
The Lead Horse
Most decorated figure on deck of course
Nature's fairground,
for all who are living,
because of the grass on the ground

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney

The branches are bare,
they replenish each season,
as nature does not leave them,
without a care

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I was not the one who was always hunted
I used to be a hunter

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Young women
Come to this place,
midnight on All Hallows Eve
Vicar in the village infused the word,
the dead that remain in the earth,
are now condemned to hell,
but you see it differently from your well
Some say the dead riders,
are covered in flames
People were saying,
power from the riders,
are powers of hell and devils,
but other people saw a different side
The elves are in a place,
where they can eat and dance
While entertaining,
although,
a sunless prance

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Thoughts
Portholes
Not wide enough,
to capture souls
Bigger than the circle Porte,
Maiden Voyage,
taken from the builders thought
Ownership court

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Have sip of each letter
Pour a cocktail with A - Z
That is better
No built-in strainer
Just straight forward,
alphabetical word retainer
With Poetry at the top,
of the bar menu sustainer

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

I hear the whispers,
on the waves
Rolling sweeping
These are not slaves
They are free,
gilding across the sea
Waves support
Water carrying,
free thought

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

What a place it would be to live
Waking up to trees everyday
Hearing the leaves,
rustle and, sway
The morning sun,
beating through,
hitting it's beam in between,
surrounding the scene
Evening sunset serene,
a woodland,
where noise will soon be released,
suited to the woodland brief
The smallest insect or animal,
nocturnal conductor,
in the woodwind instrumental choir,
that plays productor
Out in the dream of a night sky,
illuminated with a starry - eye,
covered in a blanket of blue dye
I would never leave,
Soul floating without,
having to give reprieve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Chaos in the soul give release to feel whole"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Let us help you,
World Humanitarian Day
The 19th August
Bringing citizens,
of the world together
Rallying support,
for people living in crisis,
that are caught
Tribute to the aid workers,
who practice without discrimination
life-saving assistance,
and, long term rehabilitation

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Dew drops touched a face
it was nature's place"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Narrow down that's your focus around"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Where are you going?

Out with some friends

Your going out again

Who are these friends?

What time are you going to be back?

Every time I go out you ask me these questions.

Well then you should not go out.

How would this man feel when he chooses to have a break?

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

"When they rolled
the tapestry back"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Hearts searching pain birthing let it beat"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Think of one thing
that made you feel good today

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

I want to feel the green,
as we float into nature's stream
Soaking up the path,
through the curtain of sunlight,
nature is still beyond
Pillow of green,
cushion our heads,
as we dream

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Along the wall
Prints
Hands embedded
Concrete crumble,
not a mumble
The topping made
Smithfield Meat Market,
the meat could not park it
Vegan was needed,
so equality was not parted
Rhubarb and, apple please,
fresh from the garden
Crumble leaves

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

“An arc of sun nature compass call some”

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney

Graceful
Green shaded
Beautiful lake so faithful
Open expanse
Poetry romance
On the bench,
Renaissance painting,
this surely represents
The swans are graceful,
in all events

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

“MRT and PhD the focus is nature you see”

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.

"There are many who perform
like a subductisupercilicarptor"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

“loving every shade of you
even when you were deep blue”

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney

Arouse the emotions
Words that broaden the mind
An art of self-expression
Writing that sparks,
into the readers session,
creating arcs

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Because you can,
as life does not want,
a derelict plan

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

God you provided a world
filled with nature
Humans included,
to what already was nature,
because we needed to live as one,
and realise,
we are not separated upon
Animals, plants, trees,
insects and bees,
part of your human knees
One God who created nature,
so you are not a Joe Bloggs
Call it what you want,
write in any font,
but nature will still spell nature,
you will either be breathing,
because of the parchment paper,
encased in nature,
or reading with vibration,
as you are nature's energy,
that was taken
After your mission was finished,
without being mistaken

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney

"Rhyme listen the line
now take your time"

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

Your mind, body and soul,
embedded in the enchanted forest.

When you are joyful and peaceful,
the sun shines,
and all flowers,
are bursting with colour and scent.

When you get sad,
all the leaves fall from,
the plants and trees.

One day some people arrive,
to destroy the forest

Destroying the enchanted forest,
means you will die

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

known as poetry flames,
with his words that rhyme,
leaving you in a maze every time

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney

Words encase me
Feel the droplets of letters,
make me
Writers we are,
***** on mountain
Letters cushion
Float to the summit,
different position
Words arranged
In the Artist's mountain range
Apex peak,
what words do you seek

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

How many bears are you going to bring
What will they wear,
as they write poetry for your picnic fair
This is where some fun can begin
The first Poetry Bears Picnic of Summer 2022
Have a think about your bears too

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

I am missing you,
only if you knew
You know,
but not at this,
moment though
I am not going,
to go insane,
as I have felt,
the previous pain
Understanding,
is now tame


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney

Nudiustertian
Philodox assertion
Cachinnation version
Betweenity definitely,
extreme needy
So I took,
a post-Jentacular drive,
from all the,
talk and, jive,
then aboard a steam train,
for magical energy regain

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney