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>center>NO HARMFUL WILDLIFE
A spell in the country would do you good,
Said Doctor Rogers MB sternly,
Wagging a finger to emphasise the point.
Get away from the diesel fumes
And millions spreading germs.
Trust me, I’m a doctor.
I trusted him, poor fool,
Packed a bag and booked on-line
At a farmhouse advertising,
“Peaceful weekend breaks”
On Saturday, with sturdy boots and a picnic
And my guide to flora a fauna,
(No harmful wildlife in the area)
I roamed the tranquil countryside.
In the midst of a field of sweet clover,
A bee, taking exception to my sturdy boots,
Deposited its sting.
First aid kit devoid of anti-histamine.
I sat on a hillock to partake of lunch.
The ants in the hill were red ones
No harmful wildlife in the area?
Tell that to the bull in the next field.
Who also took exception
And to the rabbits whose burrow I tripped in
While trying to escape.
Tell it to the mosquitoes,
Who seemed to like me.
On Sunday I limped home a day early.
Thank you Doctor Rogers MB.
I’ll take my chance with coronavirus
20th March 2020
Wild Country contest
Sponsor - Julia Ward
In the corner panel,
there is wisdom’s stoic face
she glimpses two leitmotifs
anticipates in the lover's embrace
her Egyptian demiurge beliefs
draped in internal paralysis
prepped in anxiety of inner toils
of verminous void, an empty analysis
Seeded branches of goldleaf coils
they reach for the distant stars,
certain the sky was made to be entered
uncertain what the dynamic interplay draws
between abandonment and chaos centered
over a noxious malignant blue moon's gnaw
atop the tricked out terrace in Vienna
outside the castle's canopied balconies,
painted moods leap colors that swoon sienna
jilter’s jitters capricious can’t ease
Flora sweeps over the underneath, not even
Mati’s aegean’s blue and aesthetic white
concentric circle or any charms zinced of Zen
can ward off downcast eye scans left and right
the black bird spiraling arabesque
a memento mori of mortality perched
Its red eye, a pin of hidden fire blottesque
Its cows are shadow whispers besmirched
From the borderlands of my breaking mind
From the edges of my reckless whimper
From my storm-torn splitting, undefined
begets perpetual yearning, as simpler
Eye-like rosettes evoke cycles of life tiers
In this, my blue period, I paint everything gold
An untarnished brilliance mirrors
the unchanging of God’s radiant nature told
Its divine purity keeps me from insanity
from the unsettling, unforeseeable bends,
an existential uncertaninty
This tree bares the fruit of life that blends
never knowing where it will take me,
Heaven, Earth, Underworld’s conscience
and a future inherently unpredictable
Indeed, there’s opportunity
salient for growth and resilience
Serious intent to read
latest issue of TIME magazine
found attention pleasantly distracted,
when I became keenly aware
of flora and fauna bursting,
blooming, buzzing, and twittering
oblivious to yours truly sitting stock still
in folding lawn chair
marveling at each budding
natural born architect and engineer
each respective constituent
living organism engrossed
delicate as deft potters crafting chinaware
observing good and
plenti hive nesting reverential species
trumpeting suave and donning debonair
without any pretentious fanfare
merely obedient to genetic coded wear,
exclusive domain glorified, ordained,
and sanctified by divine imprimatur
contemplating if despair
experienced by coterie of biosphere
not including *****sapiens,
and/or aghast that their extinction
dooms them to disappear,
which undeserved fate unfair
for innocent animals and plants
critically contributing as
unique vital gadgeteer
linkedin to significant role
evolution indiscriminately licensed
met with preserved concord, versus mutineer
extant among bipedal hominids
each and every simian forebear
generally recent primate ancestors,
whose short lifespans predated medicare,
but more particularly modern man/woman,
who flagrantly extracted precious
minerals, plundered mountains,
usurped possibly, sans sadling muleteer
and/or forced chaingang extruded
raw materials to concoct wear
able, munitions, disposable,
and most importantly
deadly ordnance for bloody warfare,
never quenching thirst for mortal Kombat,
nor scooping up riches galore,
no matter wealthy status equals bajillionaire!
LANDSCAPE
L - Luscious. Luxurious.
A - And it inspires artists and poets, old and
N - New.
D - Dancing flora and fauna in the breeze.
S - Sumptuous! Sensational! From sunrise to sunset.
C - Cannot deny our need to be at one with nature
A - And to take in the air, absorb its tranquility. It
P - Provides all living forms with shelter and food,
E - Enduring any phenomenon or threat that confronts it...
LANDSCAPE - Embrace with all senses - Breathe in its
splendor - Appreciate it while we can.
Written 15th September 2021
For - The "L" contest - Sponsor Constance La France
Sapphire stones, like little stars, shine.
Coal clouds form a webby design.
Dusts of light, with darkness, entwine.
Amidst red-black color flake
Waves of heavenly seas break.
The sun has gently gone to bed.
Bloody rays of the red moon spread.
Twilight, into rainbow shades, shred
Jet black kraits crawl around clouds.
Puzzles muse over dim shrouds.
Elephantine hills lay lazy.
Nocturnal creatures go crazy.
Environs seem as though hazy
While banks of rivers darkle
Water surfaces sparkle.
Amidst makeshift night's sluggish sigh
Cherubim fly about the sky.
Sleepy nightingales bid goodbye.
Silhouettes of flora dance.
As the breeze is in a trance
Angelic solemnness pervades.
Amidst the dead of night's black shades
Dewdrops decorate the grass blades.
I feel an unknown romance.
Spreading her mystical glance
... alleluias sound all around...
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Oh, the beauty of every bloom
that scents the air with its perfume
when year by year it sweetly comes around
to poke out of the ground.
For every blossoming fruit tree
and shrub that in the spring I see
unfolding petals bright with pretty hues,
how they inspire my muse.
Swiftly disappears the flora;
I’m left longing for their aura
they so wonderfully emanated.
To decay they’re fated.
I wonder if they truly die
beneath snow or soil. Do they cry,
recalling sun’s warmth on their petaled face
in their season of grace?
If living still, do they feel glum
or do they wait for what’s to come,
eager to burst forth and greet the sun’s glow?
I would like to think so.
Spring awoke from her long Winter's dream,
to a world of colors and warm sun beams.
Birds are singing their heavenly refrains,
the scent in the air of gentle sweet rain.
The world alive with tomorrow's promise,
Nature's bounty, its beauty a bonus.
The trees are adorned in lovely green leaves,
flowers filled with nectar, as busy as bees.
The woodland creatures come out of their sleep,
a brand new day they are anxious to meet.
Fields fertile as far as the eye can see,
ready to yield flora that grows wild and free.
God smiles down on the scene he has painted,
a garden, his gift for the one we have traded.
10/22/18
There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where collective colourful characters reign
The residents of Rainbow Village
Are a creative colourful bunch
Who meet every week religiously
At the local Village Inn for Sunday lunch
Mr Red is the local policeman
He is driven and a natural born leader
Decisive, firm but fair
Authoritative while following police procedure
Policeman Red married Miss White
The villages well loved librarian
An independent calm gentle soul
A compassionate revered humanitarian
Together they have a daughter
A little girl called Pink who is ten years old
A playful ,sensitive, loving child
Adventurous and bold
Dr Brown is the villages doctor
A warm natured, comforting, reliable man
Who is married to Dr Blue the local veterinarian
A kind ,caring dependable bloke who will help anyone he can
Miss Purple is the towns local artist
Beautiful, talented and unique
Unbelievably imaginative and creative
Her colourful creativity is displayed on every cobbled street
Mr Green is Rainbow Villages resident gardener
A young man totally at one with nature and harmony
The village is abound with happy, bright colourful flora
As far as the eye can see
Mr & Mrs Orange are both school teachers
Both are optimistic, enthusiastic and love to teach
Energetic ,cheerful and passionate
Learning and education never far from their minds reach
Mr Grey , l should say Mayor Grey
Has the village and residents best interest at heart
Always calm, composed and diplomatic
Supporting locals with their creativity, colour and art
Miss Yellow runs the village general store
A lovely outgoing lady with a heart of gold
Always trying to accomodate all the residents wants and needs
Her produce is quality so be quick or it will be sold!
Mr Black is the publican of the Rainbow Inn
An intriguing powerful fellow
A somewhat mysterious man
Who is secretly and hopelessly in love with Miss Yellow
Rainbow Village is a wonderful place to reside
Full of incredible interesting and varied folk
Not always do they see eye to eye
Yet come Sunday all gather and unite over lunch and a joke
Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
As the dew falls to the ground,
Sparkling bright and new as the sun rises.
The aromas of flora and life excite the senses
With the winds of early morn caressing the day.
Light and life, the lively feelings that become
Like the first taste of sweet elixir entering the palate.
A day like no other
It enthralls, pouring into the bright afternoon.
Tasting the day in its full bodied flavor of love
Only increasing the emotions as time spent with you.
As the day has let us breathe, evening settles the tannins of life,
With only you beside me to have enjoyed the time.
Night comes too soon...the glass to be refilled tomorrow.