Best Vegetations Poems
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
"ORDINARY PEOPLE"
In a world full of some billion people
Only a trigger of fear and the heart would be rendered cripple
All men alike, are prone to react with fearsome ripple
No matter the colour, our actions define us as one people.
People need to know people
Those other people need some other people
To fill their rough face skin called pimples
With a smile and a long lasting dimple.
Along the way we strife to know people
All by the way, we go wrong with people
In the same way, we ask forgiveness from people
And we start all over again for we are ordinary people.
Why do people hate their own people?
In like manner people kill people
We hear so many stories of some other people
Threatening to destroy the works of the people
With the brothers of their own very people.
far in the North, I hear the voice of my people
Crying out loud like " oh Lord please help your people"
Save us from the mayhem brought to us by our own people
Re-unite us back in Peace for we are meant to be one people.
Yes, I am dark and you are fair, I know the skin of my people
Tall as the Iroko, short as dwalves, so is the size of my people
Sweet and Soft like the hibiscus, so is the heart of my people
Oceans of wine, vegetations so green, that is the land of my people.
Arise oh Compatriot, in one voice, sing loud my people
To serve our father-land, with love, so simple my people
A beautiful nation , a rainbow coated land, a paradise , no fumbles
Together we can be better again, for we are ordinary people.
I know God alone will fight for his people
And put joy in the heart of his own people
Who follow the ways of his son's examples
And upon the heads of our enemies we will trample
To that place of rest we know in the bible.
THIS IS THE VOICE OF THE INNOCENT NORTHERN CHILD,
WE ARE ONE PEOPLE....
Catastrophe of the dry run
The sea, Ice, air, human are rapture
The powerful are brought to ruin
Green horse making this World hot
70% is absorbed in heat
18 degrees Celsius balance the heat
Mighty keeper of water in the lands
Mighty destroyer of Islands
Changing, charging chastising
The atmosphere
I see, I am part of your activities
Burning of coal activities
Carbon emission, 34%. 2020 activities
350,000 in Britain suffered your hands.
65,000 Dominican Republic feel your hands
500,000 in southern California left home to avoid your hand
Denmark gathered the heads cos of your hand.
The heads accept to make peace.
If only it will go to the heart.
Oh mighty one, tell me how to keep peace,
Is it more of vegetation, so I keep peace?
Or keep away carbon dioxide
Nitrous oxide and methane
for peace.
Mighty one, tell me
How you can lie low, for peace
I know I used more than
I put back to you.
Should I have my own forest?
But I know sunspots and solar flares started before me.
REASONS OF WRITING
This poem was writing out of inspiration on hearing and reading how this atmosphere has been badly used and the follow events caused by bad emission to the air, the changing in almost every natural events gave rise and when the heads of states gathered in Denmark to plan for the way forward. It is my contribution on how this atmosphere can be made for a better condition for us all to stay in.
MESSAGE
(1) This poem is a free verse, it run through without break, saying the major event that global warming has cause in the world.
(2) That the heads of states decision in Denmark should be put into practice not mouth say.
(3) That before man (human) started anything sunspots and solar flares started before man
(4) We use more than we put back to nature.
(5) That green vegetations is also a way forward.
(6) Everyman should have his/her own or plant his/her own forest it is possible.
The mountain breeze,
Frozen fractals, heavy clouds,
The hardened rocks, plains, valleys,
rivers, oceans, seas,
highlands, lowlands, grasslands, river basins, vegetations, rainforest,
birds, trees, animals, insects...
All these I know
But,
The big strange bird with stiff wings flying in one direction in the sky,
The mechanical four moving wheels with people squeezed inside I don't
See people; flesh and blood with funny clothing, shamelessly half-naked
See their suspended floors, it's imaginably soft
See the box which changes the weather and makes it cold
See those three things on the wooden sky continuously chasing one another; I get drowsy trying to understand them
See! They seem to love boxes; another box with people trapped inside and no single body bodies to rescue them
I'll reach now and save them.
What a shame! They are held in another world; they can't be saved
See their furry clothes feels funny when I wear them
Their women are dressed as masquerades
See two people licking lips
See! That round thing spits fire
See, their young ones are locked inside a barricaded hole, playing peacefully with strange animal-lookalikes
The blood in that contained tastes sweet and fine
Now look! That thing does whatever I do; it's shiny and bright
What an abomination now?
They drink water from a suspended river
See that long hole destroys nature's vegetable without care; behold how red and watery it's become now
Look how they eat vegetables like my goats and piece the fowl with their evil spears
What utter madness do they live in?
They spend time packaging something only to destroy its beauty and eat it
Yet they gaze upon me like I'm the mad person here!
She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade
Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour to chase away but not to avail
While her cohorts would just the scene descry
Fathoming they would actually avail from her mutiny
For soon she would recommence her conquest
Seek instead to bargain a consensus
Impel my spouse who would capitulate
To dish them something out to domesticate their appetency
Later on my way home after dawn
I chanced upon her lying almost inert
For our neighbour who was less compromising and bigoted
As she has so many times partaken of his poultry
Cautioned us of his imminent reprisals
Got hold of his shotgun and terminated the poor thing
I essayed my best to succor her bleeding wound
But reaped only a feeble meow and almost a beam
She indubitably set her heart on begging pardon
For the pestering at any meal congregation
For the unsolicited guests she summoned
When on the pull and the vigorous confrontation
They would ensue in our garden and near our aching pillows
Then departed letting my pet-worshipping,grief-stricken family
Organize her funeral and allot her a decent burial in the garden
Where she buried her poops and messed the vegetations
Above all the flowers I per diem dampen.
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos
To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent
Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations
To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles
Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon
Rains in seasons in the rainforest
Wildest plantations, lush vegetations
The mighty oaks, cedars, and irokos
Our is the heights, the pinnacles
Kilimanjaro, a supral-archectrural piece
Olumo, a refuge, a fortess and a stronghold
The towering Zuma rocks, Idanre hills, and the Mambilia plateau
Ours is the depth, the length
The Nile, the Niger, aquatic splendour
The riches of the earth depth, oil diamond and gold
To us belong the ageless heritages, a living culture
The talking drums, the festivals and the dances
Ours are fashion and style, regal and noble,
Batik, adire, kente, Ankara and aso-oke
And flowing African milk, palmwine, burukutu
Ogogoro, kunnu, fura de nunu.
And to us the millennium bestowed
Welcome to Africa, the motherland Nigeria.
A new day has arrived
The sky, ripe enough to bring forth its shine
Vegetations appearing greener than ever
Swaying happily in anticipation of the sun rise
The lingering dew of the cold night
They rhythmically shake off
Then the cock leaves its shelter
The hen exits her brooding house
With her chicks clustered around her
Eat we must, die we mustn’t
After all it’s the dawn of a new day
Partly in appreciation of the new dawn
The cock and family recite their daily prayers
Anticipating their morning ration
As they gather before the farmhouse door
Loudly they chant now for food
It’s the dawn of a new day
desert sucks upper water to store in the deep
trees, plants, herbs and grasses are about to die
sunshine reflects on mirages there
mirages elude and mislead the travellers,
trees provide with all the productions, yet stand
to shadow the tired travellers in mid summer
and do not fall for creepers or parasites
animals, environment are benefited in many ways,
in the universe of diversities
here is mere desert full of illusions,
there is green land full of vegetations, flower and fruit
two parallel lines go on forever
that hard cruel never meet an end
your choice is futile here,
under the absurd rule of the earth animal eats animal
attempt goes on between weak and strong to survive
up to the weak gets defeated and dies helplessly,
victory, defeasance gradually vanish
laughing, wailing lie under thick dusts
no one nowhere -
some robots roam and rush in the dark or stand still
some meaningless sounds resound
either sighing or roaring laughter is not perceived,
history, civilization fall down,
the lamp burns itself to remove darkness
the flame burns alls that around.
NIGER DELTA
The Atlantic Ocean is your neighbor,
With its marine creatures in them
Your vegetations are your pride.
But the God of creation kept back something
In your earth, yes the black GOLD.
These have attracted the good the bad in
The name Exploration
Is exploration for the good all your children,
Still pursued, or the exploitation for the benefit of few
Every day vessels are loading out but none is
Offloading foods and drugs for your children
Deltas are howling for justice and equity
But the explorers and exploiters demand peace
Will it be too much to get schools, roads, and water
In exchanged for the black GOLD As a sign of justice
Will hostage taking bring development NO Deltas
But dialogue will, never stop crying for your Dues
Tell them it your rights and not privilege
For JUSTICE brings peace and not peace justice
Sun
resplendent, lustrous
invigorating, radiating, warming
humans, habitats, ecosystems, vegetations
captivating, energising, enlightening
scintillant, fluorescent
Light
Date: 18/01/23
Delightful Diamente Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Nigeria, who knows
whether rivers of Africa
are like your own rivers
so that when planning
you will consider something about rivers
Nigeria, who knows
whether mountains of Africa
are like your own mountains
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about mountains
Nigeria, who knows
whether vegetations of Africa
are like your own vegetations
so that when planning
you will consider something about vegetations
Nigeria, who knows
whether trees of Africa
are like your own trees
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about a tree or trees
Nigeria, who knows
whether dreams of Africa
are like your own dreams
so that when planning
you will consider something about a dream or dreams
Nigeria, who knows
whether the soil of Africa
is like your own soil
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about soil
Nigeria, who knows
whether streets of Africa
are like your own streets
so that when planning
you will consider something about streets
Nigeria, who knows
whether men and women of Africa
are like your own men and women
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about men and women in Africa
oh! Nigeria, who knows
whether cities, towns and villages of Africa
are like your own cities, towns and villages
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about cities, towns and villages
oh! Nigeria, ...
for such is a campaign
it may be that
you can and should behold
better
about how.
I saw the primroses
Crave I the smell, splendid sweet Alyssa
Shall bring daisies
Summer sunflowers
They are perfumed from unseen crazies
I discovered the flowers
I crave the floral, flush flowering quince
With my ears I see earthy gardens amist
I feel the never mumming mums just so loud
By the grave, I saw the hollyhocks sprout
While in the darkest night
I see a floral light
That moment my soul grew ornamental
I heard a flush, peak garlanding
Much I marveled this ornamental pulmonary
As that moment my soul grew prime vegetations
Mumming mums just so quite now
I saw the hollyhocks rise
While in the darkest night
I see floral lights
8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bluer, clearer fresher skies
3 month span, twix spring autumn
Alpha Omega spawn
When summer gone
Metrological difference sun position
Elemental changes environment
Astronomical empowerment
When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bushes, flowers, trees vegetables fully bloomed
When summer gone
When summer gone
Coolness sighs
When summer gone
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
end of picnics and parks
walking the dogs, until dusk near dark
chasing catching lightening bugs
swimming, ice-cold lemonade
few days left back to school and work
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
~When summer gone~
7/17/24
When Summer is Gone Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Jcb Brul
Jutting far beyond date palms and dunes,
East of somewhere and west of nowhere,
Bound by rocks along sparse vegetations,
Endless rows of towering tors and ridges,
Lonely backdrop against cloudless skies,
Silent sentries amidst desolate wasteland.
(c) Oke.
Poetry from the Skies:
There was poetry up in the skies before we
learned to write
Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong
winds might
Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned
down by the clouds
As such when it sings the green vegetations
all bows
There was poetry long before we learned to
walk or hear
Drums that tender softly beats that is far but
near
A brief gaiety that sounds across the heavens
Heard passionately even when it stills at
nights
There is poetry down this little African hill
Maybe it was the hyenas laugh sounding
near the mill
What is there, that there is no poetry in?
A flying stone sings heartily till it lands in a
swing
The infant here draws lines in his Arcadian
mind
If you cant find poems around you listen to
the sky!