HUMPTY DUMPTY
Just close to main gate in front of entry,
where standing the tall eucalyptus tree,
sat on the wall fatty Humpty Dumpty
in egg-shaped uniform : The king’s sentry.
All the king’s men under Humpty Dumpty
served him seventeen cups of hot green tea.
He asked for food and snacks from king’s pantry.
Prompt came chocolates, cake, cookies, pastry.
Next he ordered seven eggs from poultry.
Taking food he memorised poetry.
By look he may be funny, yet pretty.
He is intelligent, smart and witty.
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.
The art gallery and the city of Mymensingh, a precious memory
Where a river bent, a balcony view, the Brahmaputra, Brahma's Putra!
where a narrow lane, every afternoon, and lushing colors too! they say,
Eucalyptus tree, and her thick and thin, a cinnamon and then, today!
Life never knew visa and H and other kind, letterhead, then,
Pencils and of different shades these are, and a terracotta vase and a garden.
If you shiver there, today, still it is nothing of that big one, an uneven texture.
though!
a little fist, and a gentle stroke on a little palm, and an eternal bliss
a carved and a curvature, where time decided before any more succinct,
Recess!
See the birds and butterflies
Flying west carefree
Whilst some birds gather gregariously
On old eucalyptus tree.
Daytime sunny radiance
Visible exposure
For underneath and beneath
Those whom seek to know her.
Heed the glory of the light
On the Earth from sky
Note life all forms how thus born
And Identify…
For admiring is inspiring
When under our great sun
Though better with no fetter
To be a part and one.
Every early morning
I see a little bird perched
on the roof top
next door out my window.
I watch two or three crows
in the tall eucalyptus tree.
My cat rubs my legs
and waits for food
I wonder what
they think of all of this.
Bark entwines the branches of-
tall eucalyptus tree
Nest was placed with much haste
Now propped so hauntingly
Baby bird has disappeared
Egg shells-left other pinch
Though tweeting can be heard close by
Perhaps a baby finch.
Amazing such a special home
Has captured me to pause
Inspired by the work made from
Little beak and claws.
Empty nest-such a shame
For crafted loving care,
A new beginning for the bird
Left inhabitance vain bare.
The bird is labelled brainless
I voice Intelligent
To nurture young to have them sprung
To bring sheer sentiment
The aves continue cycle
Freedom, love to nest
Astonished by the workbirdzip
Animals at best.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham 2020
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.
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
A rainbow bark?
Here in the dark?
Oh, my yes,
You should see her dress!
Maroons and green,
Outed by the queen,
Orange and reds,
Shown as she sheds.
Rainbow Eucalyptus,
Seeing is truly worth a bit of fuss.
Painted by the master,
Keep up, you can walk faster.
A rainbow bark!
Colorful at dark.
Oh, goodness yes!
You should see her dress!
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.
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.
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?"
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
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!
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
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