Best Eucalyptus Tree Poems
A light wind gently rocks our sailboat as
breezes begin to pick up on the sun drenched dock.
Cable wires rap and tap upon the mast as
daylight filters thinly through the clouds.
Egrets begin to peck around the gangway
foraging for scraps from bugs or grubs.
Great blue heron busily prepares her nest
high upon the eucalyptus tree.
I sit and daydream on the harbor deck
just enjoying the sea breeze, sights and sounds.
Kelp beds sway rhythmically with the currents
lapping the rocks at low tide, while
massive flocks of birds perch purposefully
near a lonely lighthouse high on the jetty.
Open seas spread toward the horizon where
pelicans busily dive bomb for fish.
Quarry rocks surrounding the harbor create
rocky protrusions, allowing ground squirrels to
spy sailors earnestly jibing on ocean water
tacking swiftly through the northwest winds.
Under the pylons and gangways
various starfish and mussels cling
with schools of fish swimming in tandem.
Xylophone sounds drift with music from a
Yacht club hosting a spring concert.
Zeal for the beauty of harbor life moves me.
Written on 2/11/2015
Just outside the window
a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
for her attention...
She can have her way with them...
yet, with such a wily nature, she passes over them,
and softly treads a path through the garden gate...
Her steps are light as dew, making not a sound...
as she hesitates to wake a slumbering rose...
and timidly brushes past a trellis of sleeping morning glories...
She peeks in, then slowly slithers through his open window, while he lies sleeping....
The angle of her glance makes his closed eyes flutter...
and he smiles....
Her appearance casts shadows on the far wall, as she stares across the room at him
She tarries for a moment
A reflected image on the mirror spreads her silken white cloth...
He feels her move over him...
He is kissed by this welcome intruder, ...hypnotized by her charm, and her cool breath...
Dazzled by this embrace, he tosses the quilt, in restless dream....
She caresses so softly, filling his heart, and making him sigh...
He basks in her love, and lies in sweet gratitude in his sleepy state
enraptured with sweet contentment
Soaking up and drunk with the intoxication of her shine
Outside, a lonely eucalyptus tree is jealous...
Impatient and longing to feel such affection....
It's branches clamor against the glass, hoping to break her spell on him...
But, woefully....
angry clouds intrude to steal away the moment...
She runs and hides!
No longer does he feel the kiss,...the sweet lunar incandescence of her breath...
The seduction of her glow...
Coolness and disappointment envelop him as darkness returns again...
And he is once again alone in the shadows of the dark
He must pull his blanket up, and dream of other lovers.....
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For Dr. Ram Mehta's contest..."Luna... Goddess of the Moon"
There is a big Eucalyptus tree right behind where I live
The trunk is large, with the branches straight and long
When the Arizona Sun is blazing down, makes nice shade
Even when branches die, they still have more to give
At sunset, a breeze will blow through the leaves like a song
The day is over and dues are paid
One recent summer's eve, storm clouds boiled in the West
A quick sand storm, lighting and thunder everywhere
A hard driving rain all night, streets ran bank to bank
The old tree stood fast, passed the test
A dead twisted limb laid on the ground, like saying a prayer
For the state that it was in, had only God to thank
Out of bed at five, hot cup of coffee in my hand
Went outside to make an overall inspection
Was everything still standing, or had everything washed away?
The early morning air was fresh, rain had bathed the land
Looked up and down the street, then in a westerly direction
The old fallen branch, there it lay
It caught my eye, seemed to be the right size
From past work injuries, my knees would go out every now and then
The branch needed a friend and I needed a walking stick
Picked it up,it was around waist high, I knew I had a prize
My work was cut out, had to give a new skin
Some sand paper, couple coats of varnish would do the trick
Took off the old gray scale, down to yellow wood with brown grain
Patched the cracks, so it would not split, couple of wraps of bailing wire
By God, it was starting to show some character
We started to smile and I had a good cane
Like a miracle, saved from the fire
Now as one, we walk together
Form:
Koala bear tears
Eucalyptus tree downfall
A Greenhouse effect
~~~
He’s such a cuddly little guy,
to lose him we’d regret.
And though he’s on the threatened list
he’s not endangered......Yet!
Unique to East Australia
but known the world o’er.
He lives high up in eucalypts
not on the forest floor.
His diet is the tough gum leaves,
he eats no other food,
and that is where the problem lies.
The future bodes no good.
For they’re cutting down the forests
at an increasing rate,
and one can only wonder
what is Koala’s fate?
So let us hope the powers that be
on logging, shut the gate,
to save our trees and wild life
before it’s all too late.
~~~
The Koala is a marsupial (not a bear) whose baby stays in the pouch for six months then
clings to her back for another six. They sleep for many hours through daylight, and feed at
night on the leaves of the eucalyptus tree from which they also derive most of their water
supply. They need a large amount of these trees to survive.
Chris Risum
1865 – 1920
She was the only woman who listened to me.
The only lady who cared enough to care.
For within my own dead marriage
I was sadly alone, pathetically ignored and ridiculed.
For while I was alive, I was an afflicted man.
A man dead inside himself.
A man endlessly looking for absolutely nothing to find.
With clenched fists and thrown shoes,
I was the man dodging the vitriol.
The man who felt absolutely no love
For the last twenty years of his life.
But alas, I met her.
The only woman who ever listened to me.
My lovely Gertrude,
The tall busty eucalyptus tree
On Rideout Way.
And there I would sit in her sensual shade,
On warm summer afternoons with my thoughts and desires.
And with the presumptuous winds
Streaming and knifing from the west
She would reach down with her long leafy flowing arms
And allow me,
A mere man worth absolutely nothing,
To touch her.
To feel incontrovertibly,
Her scintillating life force!
These feelings have drawn me to the water's edge
Under the swaying branches of a eucalyptus tree,
Flickers of sun's light stream through the leaves
Dancing gently around my eyes...
The breeze of mother touching me.
A bird, she sings so sweetly my dear
As the trickle of water accompanies her,
A sonnet of nature...
A sound so *****
And i am here, absorbed in her love.
All of my senses are alive now
Oh how i have dearly missed your breath,
Missed the love you leave beating in my breast,
How breathtaking...
How arresting the sky forboding above,
Oh love...
Oh love i am melting,
Out here i am melting away
Into this day of dreaming you are near.
The enigma of air, it never tasted so good
The fear of the forgotten breathed away
Breathing a pathway for my heart too play,
Do stay love...
Open the door...
The paint, it has faded, the wood is scorn
The facade torn from its tender flesh
Exposing all...
Exploring more...
Do play love, open the door
We have danced before, beyond this dream
It may seem our lips have touched before
For it is within just one gentle kiss
The magic of a treasure box of bliss unfolds
Of all the stories told of love's intrigue
Rendering me...
Utterly intrigued...and so i breathe...
I just breathe.
There’s the animal I’d most like to be
Snores drop from the eucalyptus tree
To sleep like the sloth sounds nice to me
Kangaroo With A Boomerang
A kangaroo went hopping
through the outback one day,
he was hopping mad
while carrying a boomerang.
He was looking for me
I did something bad,
I stepped on his tail
that made him extremely mad.
I didn't do it
no, I swear,
he'll smack me with that thing
I can't hide anywhere.
I tried to hide
in a eucalyptus tree,
it wasn't good enough,
because he found me.
I tried to explain to the kangaroo
what I did was a mistake,
he was so angry
he began to shake.
He beat me over the head
with that gigantic boomerang,
I'll never make friends
with a kangaroo again.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.14/2004
I wrote this for a friend on another poetry site.
She lives in Australia.
Sitting under a generous eucalyptus tree
It's vibrant feet buried under dark gray moist
Ground. Its pendulum branches bending toward the
bubbly melodious canal; allowing the thin silvery
finger-like leaves to caress the meandering
Blue-green water.
In its canopy, groups of cicadas and crickets croon
Their music like chants from falsetto Himalayan
Monks. A scaly lizard with cowboy legs and
Protruding eyes stares annoyingly.
I inhale the scent of the morning's breath and
Observe a large blue dragonfly eating mosquitoes
For its breakfast. Looking at the bank of the
Canal. I see a yellow and black wasp, its line-like
Middle bobbing up and down as if dancing to
Nature's rhythm.
Above, the egg yolk colored weeds, a group of
gnats are showing off their acrobatic flying skills
By gliding in perfect formation. In the distance,
Clouds of dust like morning mist trail a tractor while
A group of field workers, hoes on their shoulders,
March like soldiers to a military band.
Looking up, I see the sky taking off its fluffy
Snow-white strapless dress revealing its blue
Magnificent body to those fortunate enough to
Notice. Standing in reverence, my eyes bathing
In salty liquid I no longer want to fish.
Travelling through the outback
with a tour group,
my stomach started rumblin'
I had to go poop.
I ran underneath
a eucalyptus tree,
but a dang dingo
kept following me.
I had to go
really darn bad,
this is the worst feeling
I have ever had.
I kept running around
was feeling rather daft,
I seen a kookaburra
it stood there and laughed.
I was running wildly
around the open bush,
farts were comin' out
of me gassy tush.
Me knickers were being
real nasty buggars,
they kept ridin'
they were extremely tight huggers.
After all the runnin' around
I met up with my tour group,
never did find the dang outhouse
and I still gotta go poop.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Sept.1/2004
This is one of the writes in my poetry book titled, "Who Says Poetry and Humour Don't Mix?"
Can We Meet
Dear Ashutosh
As long as I remember
You just painted my days of yore
Love floated through my eyes
Anxious to reach your heart's shores
You sat at edge of third row
Oh!how my heart skipped beats
I blushed and those goosebumps
Now I contemplate love was raw and sweet
It was our ninth grade
You were topper of your previous school
So am I of my class
A look in your eyes ,and my heart defied
Your melodious voice bowled me over
We bumped at the end of corridor tumbling down
In fits of laughter your dimples caught my sight
Can we meet in the park at end of town
I ponder we can be more than just friends
Wishing you fancy singing just as me
Why not talk on topics other than books
I will be waiting for you beneath eucalyptus tree
09/02/2019
Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.
WHEN I MEET AN UNKNOWN HONEY,
IT PUTS ME ON THE SPOT.
MY EYES AND NOSE
AND MY TASTE BUDS
REALLY WANT TO ROCK.
I LIKE A LITTLE MILK,
WITH MY HONEY PLEASE.
I'D LIKE TO TRY SOME HONEY,
FROM MANUKA TREE.
NOW SOURWOOD HONEY,
IS REALLY SOMETHING ELSE.
CHERRY BLOSSOM HONEY,
I CAN'T KEEP IT ON THE SHELF.
SOME ARE DARK SOME ARE BLOND.
OF DANDELION I'M VERY FOND.
BUCKWHEAT VS BLUEBERRY,
I PUT THEM TO THE TEST.
BLACKBERRY VS CHESTNUT,
THAT CHALLENGE PROVED THE BEST.
ASIAN PEAR AND APPLE,
PEACH AND ROSEMARY.
EVEN HAVE A HONEY
FROM EUCALYPTUS TREE.
FOREST HONEY, MAINLY FIR.
MONOFLORAL CREATES A STIR.
ACACIA, SUNFLOWER AND APRICOT.
I'LL SURRENDER MY TASTE BUDS,
RIGHT THERE ON THE SPOT.
CLOVER, ORANGE BLOSSOM,
PEAR AND CRANBERRY.
IF IT HAS A BLOSSOM
THE TASTE SHOULD BE SO MERRY .
MY THOUGHTS ARE TRAPPED,
INSIDE A SWIRL.
WITH 500 HONEYS,
FROM AROUND THE WORLD.
Exuding freely pure leafy-green scent
Breathing out Creator’s fragrance, so fresh
Wafting gently nature’s delightful smell
Enriching paradise-breeze with good health…
Oozing aromatherapy’s savour
Evergreen of herbal efficiency
Producing soothing balm, therapeutic
Eucalyptus tree indeed, verily helpful…
Such is the tree I yearn to be:
Delighting my Lord God*
Pleasing Him with faith's bliss
Fulfilling His design in my life
As His blessed child and steward
Testifying gratefully about His graciousness
Sharing His love for soul enrichment
Toward vibrant spiritual well-being.
*Psalm 40:8 I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart.
January 4, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE U,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/25/2020.