A Poet Road
Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from
a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say
to make it so burning hot?
I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take
pictures of growing plants before the rampant
sun makes them lose all colors.
Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time to
sit indoors watching the miserable news
and trivial entrainment programs.
The bushfires of terror are something we have to
live with until we learn to clear the undergrowth
and when needed...brutally weed.
I’m thinking of a man who has a small field of
the greenest vines, every day he tends lovingly
his bushes, you see, we should not be too kind.
On the other hand, we cannot poison the land
with pesticides to save a plant we like and
forgetting that all life has its place.
Categories:
bushfires, 2nd grade, absence, allah,
Form: ABC
Obscenity in action, with trusted land managment out of
Action..The la la la landers.' With blisterless hands.' Set
Overgrowth conditions.' It could not be worse if planned.'
After bushfires have raveged.' They decide 'to kill' at least
Seven hundred Koalas..It gives me the chills.' Riding in
Helicopters.' Clinical and cold.' The result of a green plan
That is now overly bold.' Things must change.' And for the
Better.' Get local farmers involved their 'lore not of the letter' yet drawn from the love of that place where i have
Walked.' From generational learning.' Listen as we aught.'
Yet there is focus on new buildings and unesco rules..
These Koalas now the sacrifice.' For no doubt 'convid era
Initiatve leading fools.!!
Categories:
bushfires, abuse, addiction, anger, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
December morning
and already life is withdrawing
into the shade. The air
has the smell of smoke
blowing down from bushfires
burning up north. The sun
wears a red glow.
The veneer of normality
begins to crack under heat
to reveal what's beneath,
a furnace of fire. It's the way
of the land, primed as it is
with a vapour of eucalyptus oil
hanging in a blue haze
waiting for an errant spark
to ignite the very air.
There is a strange beauty
to it all when seen
from a distance, the tinted
sky, the play of light
through clouds of ash,
too far away to feel the heat
or hear the roar. Each summer
the spirits stir and emerge
in flame from the charcoal
chambers of their ancient past
as if to remind us
that we trespass.
Categories:
bushfires, fire, summer,
Form: Free verse
Heat is soaring
Bushfires are burning
Floods are raging
Covid is concerning
Sharks are attacking
Human controversy
Self inflicted deaths
Country uncertainty
Categories:
bushfires, change, earth, natural disasters,
Form: Rhyme
The swirl of the pipes
Playing in Hogmanay
In the cold crisp air
On this New Year’s Day
Out with 2020 what a year
We’ve had enough of it now
Bushfires and COVID 19
We can cry foul
In the years that follow
They will be sweet
2021 is here now
Let’s make life complete.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
bushfires, new year,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Once were dinners a'deux, you see,
Was it only a few months, or a century?
Once were schools abuzz with kids,
Teachers agog to see what did they did,
Once were universities,
Alive with youthful dreams, indeed,
Once were pubs with beers,
Once were football here,
These are viral times, my dears,
Once were bushfires too,
A horror story for me and you,
Yes, Stephen King wrote this year,
Once were Oz fun times, not fears!
Categories:
bushfires, angst, anxiety, fear, football,
Form: Free verse
With the heavy rains
after the long drought
and devastating bushfires
the roses are blooming to bursting
with joy.
Categories:
bushfires, nature,
Form: Free verse
I met a check-out chick the other day,
I asked how was her New Year's, okay,
She said she had a dreadful New Year's Day,
Her boyfriend battling bushfires with the CFA,
He had never been so far away,
What on earth could I say?
Our firies are like superheroes today,
Right there with superman, okay?
Would you give them a salary and lunch money? Hey,
They don't do it for money, okay?
Well, give them all a gold medal, I say,
When all these bushfires are gone one day,
Chats about our firies everywhere these days!
Categories:
bushfires, community, courage, environment, fire,
Form: Free verse
How brave are our fire brigades?
As they battle bushfires each day,
Yes, it's summer in Victoria,
Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria,
For all the fire brigades,
Our respect they've totally gained,
Laying their lives on the line,
When the weather's too hot and fine,
Burn, Victoria, burn,
El Nino's torrid urn.
Our noble defenders, each day,
Real heroes in the news, I say,
As they battle bushfires today,
How brave are our fire brigades?
Categories:
bushfires, blessing, courage, fire, hero,
Form: Free verse
Never spoke to a dying tree...
feeling its grief, consoling its sorrow?
I've heard many trees afflicted
with the mockery of being too old,
of serving no purpose for Nature,
but is everything they do not seen by us?
I must disagree to explain their unvoiced, unheard lament
by sympathizing with them;
they surely have done amazing things
for our wonderful Earth: shading it
from all the harmful sunrays,
protecting the soil from being eroded and washed away.
Without any trees, there wouldn't be
green hills, valley and mountains
swaying with oak, spruce, maple and pine;
only desolate lands, barren peaks and cliffs baking
under the fiery sun to cause bushfires...
do you realize how it will effect us?
Every tree dies as humans do, by falling
to the bottom of dense forests, deep ravines and open meadows;
being engolfed by shrubs and young trees,
to become their unhallowed, burial ground....
oh, feel compassion for them and show gratitude
for the work they have done to continuously preserve life and beauty!
I have used the following poetical device: Personification
Categories:
bushfires, nature
Form: Free verse