Best Forestry Poems
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword grass heads,
I’m watching close a Ground Thrush sneak.
Black Cockies feed on Blackwood wattle,
in heath Blue Wrens are a family,
Yellow Robins perch on a paperbark trunk
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are seven mammals sometimes I get to see,
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Echidnas forage in wood or litter
Wallabies graze on grass and weeds,
a burrowing wombat sleeps all day;
high in a manna gum, a Koala feeds.
Sugar Gliders doze in a hollow log,
like Ring-tail Possums in a high ti-tree.
A Bandicoot scarps through the undergrowth
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
in Cascade Creek sometimes I get to see,
as I look at the water in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Flowing over sand, fishbone fern as cover,
lurk Blackfish and the Gippsland Cray.
Brown trout forage in the hiding place
where Mountain Galaxias are their prey.
In Cascade Creek; well the Platypus play,
in long deep holes, but are rare to see.
There’s Short Finned Eel, Yabbies and Shrimp,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are a few reptiles I sometimes get to see,
if I look down at my feet in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
There are Blue Tongue Lizards and Three Lined Skinks;
Goanna’s up a tree and the Tiger Snake.
There’s Copperheads or Red-bellied Black,
and treading on snakes is a big mistake.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
Growling Grass Frogs watch from water grass,
And the ‘pobblebonk’ croak is an Eastern Banjo,
in a swampy pool as I walk on past.
Skippers float over the canopy blooms;
Mosquito, March Fly, Bush Fly blight;
Jezebel Caterpillars feed on mistletoe;
Stag Beetles hover in the fading light.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
on walking tracks there is much to see,
where I’m just a link that don’t belong,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
I see God in nature, surrounded in the beauty of our earth.
As God may speak with his spark of life dwelling in me,
Expressed though HIS thoughts in my poetic word’s birth.
“Now all of my children born and reborn in this world,
I will be your parent, grand teacher, and protector.
Know you are part of me as your earthly body is unfurled.
Fragrant flowers should be known as your sister and brother.
Breathe in deeply of the varied glorious tree’s blessed breath;
A gift from me, your omnipotent father and mother.
Each season praises that divine dominion of poetry.
With each season new life emerges with the beginning of spring
Into the warmth of summer across verdant fields and forestry.
Do not fear as I cause autumn season’s winds to blow
In seeming wrath, set upon colorful trees, leaves are freed
To invite winter and the blessings of new fallen snow.
Receive my blessing of light that opens a direct path to me.
Let it shine bright in your life, in all that you say and do.
Share your delight of this blessing through inspired poetry.
Be aware of your words for they embrace the real you.
Others may be hurt by careless words spoken.
Remember, words mean as much as your actions do.
Any kindness you display by reaching out to those in need
Is always a welcome gift and returned to you in kind,
Only in much more abundance to help YOU succeed.
As you question the heavenly stars in their distant galaxies
The answers lie within yourself, if you will be still and meditate.
You may seek the truth in your own mind for life’s realities.
I am near you always, within and without, have no doubt.
I only wish you love and happiness, even though I know
You must experience difficult times to learn what life’s about.
For you are my child and I rejoice in lessons you’ve learned of.
Teach your children to revere and love me, not fear me,
I’m here to guide and protect them, for you see, I am LOVE!”
Please put your trust in me both below and above
For my divine power and glory is centered in love.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Brian Johnston’s contest: “God’s Kind of Poetry”
Inside the forestry of his heart I live
inhaling the scent of his deep woods
I could never fill those Timberlands boots
nor explain the thrill that he provides
when he arrives at the grove of my soul
and whispers, "Darling, I love you "
softly cloaked and protected by his pine
I am evergreen in moments like these
Existing in this charming jungle of love
I could never retrace my steps, for
arriving in this place of no return
I feel as suitable as a thriving conifer
Inside this evergreen existence, I just am
breathing in the fragrance of his loyalty
I feel like a woman in love, ...
After a lifetime of bending, to his will
I am the wind that blows on his heart
when I get to him, I just breathe...
This poem was inspired by “MOUNTAIN Senryuor Haiku series 022021”
Written by: Anil Deo - who received poem of the day 14th November 2021
Instapoetry
If leaves on trees revealed poetry
What a harvest there would surely be
Ripe fruit of the poets forestry
In truly tasteful variety…….
Pick a leaf anytime and read it
You will never be disappointed
It is code-named as instapoetry
Poems are grown worldwide constantly.
Snap off a leaf when passing a tree
It may inspire writing poetry
If you are a poet wannabe
It may be the best thing you could see.
Poems are dreamers sweet melodies
Happy, or sad should achy hearts bleed
Poetry knows that it's time to leave
When it's fall and blowing o'er the breeze.
14th November 2021
Whilst I await slumbering, I look forward to
the night’s nebulous dome,
there, the winkers’ wisp in background watercolor
Indigo, violets, bluesy cobalt passions
I try and describe as best I can
such wispy delicacy, it seems,
in such an incredibly vast variety
far above gravity’s expanse
Can I make sense of it all? Inky space clouds
blinky storms of lantern spiritual guides,
they navigate notions into stellar minds
where porcelain poetry resides,
across oceans, they give us hope in darkened times
The brightest star gleams its essence,
and comforts the dreamers
clusters follow it, warming their hearts,
taken by its swaying stardust of magical menageries`
Exuberant eyes that twinkle linear force pulling all in
with its meticulous melodies, inking such
along the skylines, sonnets of indulging desires
endearing, flowery forestry, filled with filigree
Of gold and silver linings, wishing upon itself
and all is lost, its measure prioritized,
selling sanctuaries with no patina
The light grows dim, the longer it starves
the dark side commences, the eye of the eye winces,
and winks with sly
Besides, it has shown its realities
and the rapt audience
once billowing over it,
have unveiled the vile shadow
which makes steel struck, stifled
Its healing horizons have none after all,
betraying those in need of its light,
fueling its starship of starlight ego
of its own, smothering, smoldering
shooting the stars to smithereens
Sometimes I follow the faded stars,
the sun sinks into earth
Her horizon sends darkness
yet says it’s light always~
Echo blasts,
as it's all hunky-dorey in an iconoclasts contrasts,
displacement of my courageousness on a dumb-fast
tele~cast,
the resumed movement 28 days later wasn't even just as fast;
it was what was all along in my
aged economical forestry please-
in a delved and dormant door-mat that I once seized-
it came and went like a breeze,
but over came me,
it even behaved like the beast.
But with all this loss of law please-
unveil for a prince his own memory,
travel for the farm every existence in sequential feast-
the con-mans academic lean,
a sordid snape's reconciliation.
See through peace as peace was once an innocent things thing,
but never bring,
never feel a sleeping wing,
just josh and joist with brothers keepers,
steal the stew we love deeper seasoned and evaporated reapers-
because lord did they appear,
and dormant was their meal,
my first,
my last,
and entry of my free feel.
a thriving ploom in the garden of life
waving in the cool breezes overhanging a cliff
roots embedded in the continent of Africa
branching into Europe, Asia and the Americas
through misguided uncompromising fallacies
some of my branches have lost their leaves in the canopies
my beautiful human fruit have become so rotten
to show any taste of love between themselves forbidden
consequently they’ve become shrivelled and dry
self condemned to die...why?
I’ve been through many-a-forest fires
that have wiped out entire species when times were dire
perhaps I’ve grown too tall for my own branches
because war prunes them into their own dark dug trenches
so as my tops suffocate
in the thinned poisoned undercurrent
collapsing under political instability and overpopulation
disease and lack of absolution
my own weight supported
I’m cultivated
for industry
but oddly enough not forestry
watered by oil
then set alight to boil
to bear evil seeds
by artificial means like weeds
exposure from too much sun
a mutilated son
capable of matricide to shovel
my severed lifecycle
my soul died a thousand years ago
I now only exist in the soil of man’s ego
as he climbs higher
I freeze in the winter
my shade is nothing if not colder
each day he becomes defiant and bolder
black or white
wrong or right
day or night
dim or bright
dark or light
to the lumberjack
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we’re one trunk
08-22-2015
Tbang
The wind brushes her red mane wild and untamed, lifting her gown
A trance sweeps and sways her figure while bright orbs surround her
Transported to other realms where forestry scenes blend far away
A wistful lean body revealed thru a sheer dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around to celestial sounds, with spirits she dances free
In this pipe dream phantasy I imagined it were me, on this blissful day
I remember. You threw a few solid jabs
at this dusty, old couch.
I began to cough.
(I even choked once or twice
in this dust-filled air that you created.)
This is where I felt safe.
Actually, I felt the safest.
With all of your flaws,
your stubbornness, and Heaven! your smile...
I miss the taste.
Our memories created warm colors of harmony.
I’ll never feel again.
But I long to hear your song again.
You were a total mystery, but my favorite person.
The curiosity - alone - caressed my skin.
(I had much smoother skin.)
Ah!
It always felt right - right here.
We would always escape into our perfect forestry wonderland.
We kissed and then we danced each morning.
I was free enough to write - right here.
But it was in the dead of night, where we blossomed as one.
The power of your love moved me.
I remember.
It was undeniable and so overwhelming.
But how did nearly twenty years pass us by?
(This dusty, old couch filled me with such wonder.)
To my dear, sweet John,
I know why we 'save room'.
I know now.
Please save this room - for my love.
Waterfalls here and there sprout (A)
From the bottom of the mountain (B)
Monkeys and apes are gamboling (C)
Comfortably, somewhere on the leafy soil (D)
On trees top, snacking from the wild fruit (A)
Gathered, seemed as they had a summit (A)
Somewhere wavering on the tree (E)
I were alone blatantly beside the pond (F)
On the body of the botched trunk (G)
Which were beside the spring water (H)
That flew rhythmically in the middle of the forestry (E)
Wending, looking good bye me and the place peacefully ( E)
The nugget, pebble, and the sand was seen ( I)
In the pure water lazed beneath the bottom ( J)
Little fishes were swimming dreading nothing a hook (K)
And I were not a cruel boy to show them a slash of bread (L)
To trick and eat them for my hunger and fun ( I)
Nature was delicious by itself why i did them stun (I)
I had no girlfriend but I were loved a blossomed lass (M)
She was my high school grade mate, so beautiful (N)
A shy, not seen when she talk and play (O)
With boys like me and teenagers (P)
A virgin of the south Ethiopian of that epoch’s class (M)
I were dreaming here beyond my memory mass (M)
Alemseged’s Alphabetical Rhyming Scheme style
Oh, my boyhood love had an agony of sagacity (Q)
Wishing greedily day and night losing many sleeps (R)
Being frail to say I love you snatched the aplomb (S)
Observing in heart and mind surrendered without fighting (T)
A different perspective on a dimension of beauty (Q)
A yearning of having her, an itching of victory (Q)
My childhood village, the forest, the mount, the cliff (U)
The two lakes, Abaya and Chammo, God’s bridge ( V)
They couldn’t told me how to get the bloomed aroma (W)
They couldn’t helped me how to say I love you (X)
But they whispered the song through wind that riff (U)
By Knowing my secrets, searched from my heart’s shelf (U)
Where are you now the un kissed flower of the ere (Y)
The bud and bold, the desired scent as the Mexican dahlia (Z)
I think now, the time is go on you were my potent age flare (Y)
You are my boyhood nostalgia, as of a shadow of acacia (Z)
May 29,2021
“TSUNAMI”
May we had been prescient of the disaster,
The ocean with anger gave a bite bitter;
On this day some years back,
Every heart witnessed pain’s track;
Water is our life, our source,
That day it brutally changed its course;
Dead bodies everywhere found in stalk,
Even the peaceful evening not survived with walk;
It had the power to thrash the base,
No one wants to return back in that phase;
The buildings which were world famous,
That moment nothing there to call it glamorous;
Japanese were the first to give it name,
TSUNAMI got its globally known fame;
Be it India, Sri Lanka or Indonesia,
Water that minute had only single agenda;
First time then I sensed brotherhood,
People came to help, whatever they could;
When the ocean came to segregate,
The whole world stood not to enervate;
It imparted a lesson that day,
We harm environment, soon we have doomsday;
Let’s help to maintain ecological balance,
Every act to sustainable development we have to commence;
Though we lived, we got saved,
Biosphere told to protect, walk the way it paved;
Contamination will lead to retaliation,
Mother Earth seems to be on verge of frustration;
Join hands with wildlife, forestry and nature,
Build up present to have better future;
Tear apart every sinister from society,
Taste the environment, say no more to calamity.
Headlouse dance as agile ballerinas across a small childs skull
And believe the truth as im only good at that
I havent seen one for a while
Its hard to confess
That i actually miss
Foriging the tresses of my little sprigs
Salivating
Eyes dancing
Hither and tither
To and fro
As if anyone would
Id always know
Where on earth the little devils would go
I know their lifecycle
Lifespan
And im ever so proud to admit that i can
Spot one
At fifty paces
(The safari Hunt!)
I used to settle down, comb at hand
I knew i was at it when i imagined
A safari hat
I was the hunter
Their stalker
Trapsing through the thick dark forestry of hair
Silent in deep excitement
'THERE! ' Ive got another one
Id chalk up the amounts
leaving bloodied squashed and squelched
Knits pon white tissue
A most satisfactory
Blood count
I was good, i was brilliant
A most efficient predator
of those nasty
Horrid little blood sucking beasts that chose to feast
On my childrens heads
Id gather up the population
Ensuring they were all
DEAD!
(Bet you scratched your head at least once whilst reading this)
I always wanted deep blue eyes
Or the green of forestry
But all I got was boring brown
As plain as plain could be.
Boring brown and dark as earth
With not a hint of light
Not bright or spark could ever be
In eyes as dark as mine
Till one day, I met a girl
With the brightest eyes I’ve seen
They shone right through the darkness
And shined as brilliant as stars could be
But her soul within had lost all light
And her veins would flow with ice
Her heart beat not for love nor hope
And her blue eyes would never bleed
I realized now I’d rather have
The eyes as dark as mine
That proved my soul could still be seen
Behind the drapes it hides
So I wished not
For forestry
Or the oceans of the deep
Instead I wished
Others would see
The life and soul in me
I thought I was dying
But my mind was lying
So I must stop worrying
And I must stop crying
I must start jumping with glory
Because tomorrow they will all be sorry
They will all be packed in a lorry
And it will end like a fairy tale story
They will all be far than the forestry
And happily I will celebrate the victory
Very soon everything will be history
And this just a haunted piece of poetry
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside
I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint
Hiking was a meaningful part of my life that I’m afraid has died
Trails and long-distance walks innately like a vortex I was drawn
I strolled along some of the most Linda, Chula, and Buena Vistas
Twisty Canyons I trekked, climbing on days of daunting dusty sands
Hair-raising steep slopes so high I crawled ascending on my hands
Forestry paths I reflect on, missing the woodsy mist and earthy smells
Bone trail pumas and cayotes to be wary of, there was no buffer
I have trodden the main trail as I lead myself into a tranquil meditation
Began my journey by giving thanks and with an informal salutation
I meditated mostly on the Indigenous journey of many sorrows
I imagined what hell it was for the man, woman and their child
Mile after mile day after day, by night besieged, saw no tomorrows
Endlessly they marched far away from their own land evergreen sublime,
Known as “The Trail Of Tears” that lead to a promised land of all time
As their bodies fell embracing the earth after hardships suffered
One by one with their dying breath, their spirits finally were set free
How I long to re-visit the colorful mountains I loved and knew so well
They kept me of sound mind and body and soul, I long for their song What had made me strong now feels so far away I wonder is it gone?