Best Botanist Poems
What is this flower perched like bird on stem
With tiny feathery florets in pews
Aligned along rows on cylinder heads?
Tis Banksia, native of Australia.
Named after botanist Sir Joseph Banks,
Who sailed on "Endeavour" with Captain Cook
To unearth Australia, the Great South Land
With shores bedecked with Banksia flowers.
Not a rose with its gaudy petal flush
Nor a daffodil or iris pendants
Nor ring of daisy petals stuck to sun
But hundreds of small flowers pinned on heads
Plethora of colors, earthy and rare
Red, yellow, brown, cream, white and orange hues
The colors of dawn and dusk and the moon
The colors of soil in the dry parched land.
Flower candles on candelabra bush
Arise like flames from sharp serrated leaves
Lighting the Australian bush with color
A pleasure, joy, delight to see in bloom
Enjoy Banksia flowers in gardens
As picked in vase they look so out of place.
Better still, see them in their native scrub
Outback of Dwellingup and way beyond.
Categories:
botanist, flower,
Form:
Ode
"Green House of the Sick Man"
Imagining the lush, trickled and tickled
By spray of light thoughts, my healing possibly
To be that clover in full bloom again
My body looked more like onion weed
I wished for the irrigation from the botanist
These thoughts, they want to crop up as
He taps on both my knees, offering some advice
"You won't sprout from your bed for a couple days.
Don't forget ventilation, open those windows. "
My cold frame was evidence I had not been taking my pesticides
A fodder for other animals' discussions downstairs
Not ready yet, but don't put me out to pasture for them
It is my job to sell at the marketplace, rising to full radiance
Though feelings of worry might crop up, wondering
About my yield, I might yield, but never concede
I coughed up less nutrients than yesterday
Still an arable land I wish to be a legume
And be with my friends again, all peas in a pod.
Categories:
botanist, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A drought ridden land
And miles and miles yet to go
Into uncertainty
A dream lost in desert sands
All tracks of existance wiped out
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Ein ausgedörrtes Land
Und noch Meile für Meile zu gehen
Hinein ins Ungewisse
Ein Traum verloren im Wüstensand
Ausgeöscht alle Spuren des Seins
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Una tierra secada
Y milla por milla para ir
Hacia lo desconocido
Sueño perdido en la arena del desierto
Todas las trazas de ser borradas
Note: Ludwig Leichhardt (1813-1848) was a German explorer, zoologist, botanist and
geologist. In 1842 he came to Australia to study its mostly unknown nature. He wrote a
diary on his first expedition (1844/45), titled "Journal of an Overland Expedition in
Australia 1844-1845. This ebook is available from the Australian Explorers Journals page.
His second expedition in 1848 failed and he started again on a third expedition in 1848 to
find a cross-country route from the cattle station McPherson (Queensland) to Perth
(Western Australia). He and other expedition members were lost in the desert. Two rescue
expeditions in 1858 ans 1869 ended unsuccessful. Only in 2006 a small copper plate was
found by an Aboriginal with Leichhardt's name engraved fixed to remains of a half burnt
rifle which hung in a Baobab tree near the Simpson Desert. The tree was merked with the
letter "L"
Categories:
botanist, historylost, tree, lost, tree,
Form:
Tanka
SUPER HERO
Owned non parallel competence
with intensive intelligence
attained success in excellence.
My Idol : Super Hero.
An illustrious Scientist:
Physicist Chemist Botanist:
Zoologist Geologist:
Marvelous scenario.
Tornado-Storm predictor.
Designed first helicopter.
First Robot Planner and Maker.
Genius lively fellow.
Hero of Renaissance
Charismatic on elegance.
All rounder in performance.
Dazzling blazing with halo.
Great Grand Artist astounding .
Famous Architect amazing.
Wonderful on skillful sketching.
Da Vinci Leonardo.
04/17/17
Re edited on 09/21/22
Superhero or Supervillain
Contest by Robert James Liguori
Categories:
botanist, appreciation, inspiration, tribute,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
MISSISSIPPI
M y love for the magnolia tree
I s a botanist dream.
S omething special to see
S o white, magnolia gleams!
I f I had a choice of trees,
S omeone suggestion was
S pruce,
I would say I like my State’s tree.
P lus the bloom is as white as the clouds.
P lease give me the magnolia
I adore right now.
Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia.
M y love of the mocking bird
I s a bird watchers dream.
S omething special to see
S irens singing!
I f I had a choice of birds,
S omeone suggested one different,
S uch as the Three Wrens,
I would say I like my State’s bird.
P lus, they sing a beautiful song.
P lease, the mocking bird that
I adore.
Mississippi is where I am from – Old Magnolia & the Mocking Bird.
M y home is The Magnolia State.
I ce is what winter creates.
S pectacular the crystal glows.
S nowflakes hang from the trees.
I cicles drip.
S nowfall has appeared.
S unshine is desired.
I ce water caught in a bucket.
P itchers of Kool-Aid to drink
P eople are feeling holistic.
I mages of happiness and a change of seasons
Mississippi is where I am from.
Old Magnolia, the Mocking Bird, my home sweet home…
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Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest Name: Tell Me About Where You're From
Form: A Triple Acoustic
5th place
Categories:
botanist, character, color, desire, earth
Form:
Acrostic
wishing he had sung his prayers last night
from both ends to the middle
fell to the ground in adoration
tore a wake through the ink stains
but not from satisfaction
plastic Jesus hold my head
a round of applause for once
or even just a soft murmur
from those in your employ
parked way out in Kokomo
my interrogator professor Zworykin
said quietly we want information
I knew I was up **** creek
without an assault rifle
with various blunt objects
aimed at what was left of my head
initiations with disfigurement
so have a melodic answer he encouraged
yah well the Third Reich fell from bad music
I spat like a backwards vampire
the swelling is an obstacle
I added for evidence I mean emphasis
the King of the Scarabs was neither mollified
nor inclined to use less aftershave
a great rectum of a situation
which is a poem in itself
I got in a few imaginary hits
before he called in the hockey franchise
with their many novel effects and manifestations
such as hugely distended penises
not at all like the computer club
fart gigglers and Balaam anointed
who sang as they worked
that's how we laugh the day away
in the merry merry Land of Oz
always a help to morale in the trenches
to use a dirty semaphore
for the male power hug
cracking walnuts with hydraulics
the Scarab King was a backhanded guy
strung out on endless platitudes
this is a spit shine day men
do your regimentation proud
they wavered then cheered then wavered
when the going got tough
and it seemed to often
for your present narrator
they allocate security personnel
in my case a comic endorphin gigolo
the hand of a spell upon his brow
good lord not another eccentric botanist
bedecked with the fabled Trinkets of Mouthgate
traffic fines double in poet zone
former servant of the hypno-avatar
with his blemish free goats
and his tunnel vision paparazzi
hI I'm Joe Product family friend
half con half circus half fury
screaming on the rack
my one line in the play
whatever will I do now
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
botanist, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Whispers of Lace
Arms folded; He sits. A grandfather clock ticks it's way to a song, in a lonely
room.
It had taken ten years and thirty-five days to get to this place. He was here
now, for better or worse.
"For better or worse. " She had said those words to him a lifetime ago.
He woke early one morning, to the song of a finch, the harsh cry of a crow.
She never heard; she was already gone. She lay in her floral gown, ashen
and cold.
A traveling salesman by trade, a botanist by dream. Forgotten interstates
and dirt roads, had been his companion. Flowers were his inner passion; his
vocation took him to many.
She always greeted him at the front door. He could still feel the wetness of
her lips on his cheek; and the soft whispers in his ear. "I miss you."
"I miss you too. " the words tumble silently from his tongue. A lonely tear
falls, floating on the polished table. The grandfather clock sings. It is time.
Men and women enter the room. They look at the old man, skeptics every
last one. They sit on their chairs, a fragrance bottle in front of each judge.
Corporate critics, responsible for seducing the world with scent.
Grabbing their appointed bottles;He bows his head. Fragrance fills the room.
Enchanting images of the old man flood their minds. What witches ' spell is
this?
Cherry blossoms in Savannah, cactus flowers from the desert, the elusive
ghost orchid of the everglades. His image dances around petals. Some
smile , some weep, others dream.
Eyes closed, chin on chest, he thinks of her. Her maple coffin, casket open.
Her formal gown, black, ebony lace collar.
Fragrance in the air, and tears, bring her to life. “Tell us sir, what do you call
this? "
Raising his head, their faces all look with wonder. He can see the tears, He
can see smiles on their lips. He can see her.
Standing, he starts to leave, with a turn of his head, he utters. " Whispers of
Lace "
Kenneth Kerry.
Categories:
botanist, adventure, bereavement, cry, heaven,
Form:
Narrative
My plantings of bleeding hearts are finally in bloom
There's a hint of sweet scent in their delicate perfume
On multiple stems of fragile heart-shaped flowers
they are thriving in the shade of my arbors and bowers
Gently, they sway when a willowy breeze blows by
Do I hear a soft whisper of sadness when they sigh?
Beauties, they are, but a tear dangles from each eye
It's as if they are filled with sorrow, and now they cry.
Is their sad weeping because they're in a garden?
If they wish to be wild again, I must beg their pardon
for wanting to enjoy the hue of their purple color.
Forgive me, tiny flowers. I'm not a botanist or scholar.
I've been selfish by keeping you confined like a child
when you'd rather be in the meadow, growing wild.
I've dug your roots and transplanted them near me,
removed you from your home. I've acted shamefully.
No wonder your heads droop and your hearts bleed.
No longer are you where you wish to drop your seed.
I'll collect your seedlings. In the meadow they'll be sown,
sprouting your lineage where gentle winds have blown.
I'll pray for their growth on lands where you once grew,
hoping this gesture will somehow be pleasing to you.
May your offspring flourish under nourishing Spring rain.
I promise I'll never tread through your meadow again.
June 5, 2022
Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Categories:
botanist, flower, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme
Our Scots botanist
Coniferous evergreen
The Douglas fir tree
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
Categories:
botanist, nature, people, places
Form:
Haiku
MONALISA AND LEONARDO
Superb painting priceless piece.
MISS and MASTER combines.
Mystic majestic smile
Fantastic wonderful profile.
Monalisa in feminine charm
displays also masculine spectrum.
Precise person as Leonardo to believe
on dual exhibit of Adam-Eve
portraying one personality
as Goddess of fertility,
ISIS on pictograph: LISA: : Love God AMON
Ideal unison MONALISA. Well known.
Leonardo born Handsome with high Talent
The Great Polymath Mathematician Architect
Zoologist Botanist Technologist Perfect
Sketch- expert Helicopter Designer
Passionate Poet Peerless Painter
Skillful Meteorologist, Robotics Engineer
Masculine Manly with feminine character
'Drawing Sketches': Quantum Quality
Top Personality.
Renaissance Man of Century.
01/19/17
Third Place
'Podium Placing Promise (5) Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
botanist, art, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
she's kind towards me, she's so nice;
and I'm sincere to her as well,
we are in something more than love,
what are our dreams, it's hard to tell.
and last night, outside college gate
we met and she said she's afraid
about my love and our careers:
dreams price by detachment'll be paid.
retreat is not good for my dreams,
only to get her skin for love:
skin whose pleasures ain't eternal,
eroding derms are all above.
fire and it's works are my int'rest,
I want to be a volcanist;
she wants to increase production
for people, being a botanist.
I've to spend my life in rocks
by watching curves and sediments;
It's hard for me to be with her
checking insects, impediments.
so, we should not be one in life,
she should marry a botanist,
who loves her and her green wheat farms,
for love who's not an arsonist.
love and marriage are not the same,
we'll be in love though not in arms,
whene'er we'll meet aft that in life,
we'll be happy, not without charms!
September 23, 2022
Categories:
botanist, best friend, break up,
Form:
Rhyme
The Blue Plant
In a clearing in the woods there is a blue plant
that is illuminated from the inside and shines
long after dark, but if you stop and stare its
four petals curl, that light is switched off and
it looks another way; this because it lives in
fear of being recognized by a passing botanist
and classified as a minor little weed not worth
bothering about.
As I'm only a sailor who lost his sextant and
ended up in a wrong vale and not Singapore
which was my intention, I have its confidence
So I asked: "what if the botanist finds you
the most beautiful flower he has ever seen,
then you will be famous, poets will go all
tearful and lyrical about you and you'll appear
in illustrated books."
The blue flower's light flickered on and off it
was clearly in distress petals in a flutter and
shakily it said: "I fear fame it's an awesome
responsibility I have to shine and shine always
look my best and there is no turning away when
things get tough and they will ask me about
stuff I know nothing about and critics will ask
"is blue the only colour you have got"
©Jan Oskar Hansen, all rights reserved
Categories:
botanist, adventure, confusion, hope, life,
Form:
Blank verse
TRIBUTE TO MY HERO
I bow to Renaissance persona Leonardo Da Vinci
Non- parallel fantastic
Illustrious Marvellous
Master of Robotics
The Great Scientist, Architect
Brilliant Intellectual.
Painter, sculptor
Designer, Helicopter-Inventor
Military Engineer, Draftsman.
Meteorologist, Zoologist , Botanist.
Peerless performance
sparkling, shinning in every discipline
charming and alluring me.
My veneration, reverence
flowing in opulence
with overlapping emotive urges
on deep admiration and adoration.
To conclude:
In Obituary to include:
All qualities in single personality
owning God gifted talent and handsome look.
I bow to The Great Polymath
11/25/19
Re edited on 07 /21/22
Third Place
To Honor My Hero
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
botanist, 12th grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Free verse
In 1989 a group of Phyic scientist challenged a group of botanist to a contest. They were surpossed to create
A hyro-power bus, that would be a cooling station for field workers , hot climates. The bus was to have an office ce, a dining area and a toilet and kitchen, and a window to serve drinks and food. Durning the construction of the vechile, they stumbled on some papers about space and a thirty which used solar powered engines to ride on a beam of light casted from two ends. The beam would allow the space ship to move
At very high speeds to reach targets at a speed called warp. The theory would have a beam casted from the ship to you de the ship or ships thru out space allowing the ships to go anywhere. They discovered the protypes which were ships, water vessels that looked like movie create ions, and he secretive experiment casted beams across the south PAC from c, and allowed the vessels to reach speeds never before recorded..
The language used was hard understandable by all the scientist, but the were worded to be translated into some strange language which without guidance would be hard to o understand. They wished to create a gravitational center within the ships so during the Ravel people could walk about, as normal. One paper said it found that Durning simulations larger members of the crew began losing fat, noticable in short amounts of time, making the to appear more healthy , and strong. All members began to bulk up and be healthier.
The last page in the journel spoke in words
But left little clues.
Preparing inventory
Underlying guidelines
Variable casting
Cost of inventing
Cause and effect nature
Cause and effect sceince
Cause and effect ( mean spotted)
Reburted external
Reburted interiornal
Cause and effect related to stresses of emotion
Cause and effect due to bition
Under casted
Overcast
Matching principles must include
Rightful concern
Skill counselation
Education of committee
A matter of affair
Construction
Maintance
Revered
Which than is either
Which than is neither
Conflicting interest
Resolution
Map of intentions
Probalable outcome
A matter of affair
Cause recognition
Caused championed
Resolution
Which end is destined
Reversing goals
Structural ng goals
Categories:
botanist, jewish, scary, science fiction,
Form:
Bio
With tender care
you planted a seed
and your concern is rooted deep;
Now my faith grows
with strength and speed,
eradicating
each variant weed.
Categories:
botanist, faith,
Form:
Free verse