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The Craters Of Costa Rica
Welcome Moon, Mars and craters, to your cousin Costa Rica
Mountain walls rise up in orange display, in gravel and red clay
Hug the twisting narrow roads in terror
Clinging to the mountains
Brilliant birds and lizards compliment the wilds there
They scatter at the thunder sound in earthquake orchestration
Volcanoes sound the trumpet of the day
Deep holes punctuate the asphalt windings
People driving straight, inebriated, take no comfort in the hole
Craters occupy the roads
Like Venus, Moon and Mars
There, to be explored, or to avoid, if so inclined
Sober souls are also occupied
The challenge to survive is cumbersome
A friendly reminder of where you are
Ending in a ditch or off a cliff
You might miss a pot hole here and there
They come on subtle like a kiss
Sooner or later they will find you in the dark
And rock you like the craters that they are
Far from home in Costa Rica
We love to make lists,
To describe, name, number.
How can it have value,
If not on my list.
As logger I stand
Before the green forest,
The numbered trees
Are ones to cut.
The forest cut down
Is only to me
Bigger box to live in,
A shiny new car,
The species I slaughter
Are not for my count,
They appear on
Another mans list.
Naturalists say
We'll not care to,
Protect animals
We're not taught
To love.
But lists stand appalled
At life in the forest,
So long they peter
In our dismay,
Jaguar, Lemur
Capybara, Agouti
Blue Morpho Butterfly,
Tree Toed Sloth.
Tapirs, Ocelots
Even Kin Ka Jous,
Countless insects
Eagles and bats.
Scarlet Macaw,
Reptiles, amphibians,
Snakes and lizards
Too many to count.
Epiphytes, bromeliads
The Bougainvillaea
Ferns, moses, lichens,
Quite without number.
Two thirds of flowering
Plants are found
In rainforests
Going on lists adinfinitum
But do you really care.
Capitalist drivers
Economy must grow
Making it cheap
To maximise profit.
Palm oil a desert
Hard wood for looks
Till next years fashion
Changes the rolls.
Who can make lists
Play the accountant,
If the bottom line
Only shows human worth.
How many species are
Bought for ten dollars,
Balanced in columns
Of profit and loss.
What accountants
Hand or eye could
Frame the aeons
That go to create
The beauty
Of the ecology of life.
Tiny movement
On the wicker chair
Jumping spider
Catches the eye,
Instant spring
Strand to strand.
All its being
Compact perfection,
Taut intent
In the moment of life.
Awed to wonder
Begs the question,
How can anyone
Cut the rainforest
That I learn is,
Though never will see.
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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone
I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where had so long been empty space
He beamed a right polite 'Good day!'
but when I made to shake his hand,
he seemed from sight to fade away
like seaside foam into the sand
Then, as I stared in disbelief
down at the empty wooden seat,
his silhouette in bas-relief
appeared again, from head to feet!
I found this process very strange
but he explained as best he could,
he hadn't left, he'd only changed
his coloring to match the wood
We chatted when my wits returned,
his pattern shifting now and then.
He was a reptile, soon I learned
and called himself 'Cha-me-le-on'
As topics changed, I noticed that
his coloration changed in kind
and I could tell, throughout our chat,
exactly what was on his mind
Now, poker is my favorite sport,
I rake in fortunes with the card,
in part, because those of his sort
make taking babies candy hard
At that, I left but told my name
and address and the time of day
that I was next to hold a game,
inviting him to come and play
Game day arrived and he was there
but came in late to join the fun
and though he dived into his chair,
the show already had begun
I poured a scotch and dealt him in,
explaining how a hand was played,
then sat where I could watch his skin
and witness any change it made
Then he allowed us all to see,
a wealth bound tightly in a wad
that, awed, I vowed eventually,
would come round to myself, by God!
A patsy if there'd ever been,
I got him taught as best I could
but plotting, thought, "If this is sin,
then please, don't ask me to be good!"
In my delight, I failed to spot,
until the night progressed a pace,
my guest caught every other pot
with not one hint wrought on his face
and as he smiled, I realized
that though my friend no clue had shown,
I'd bet you twenty mint that I'd
supplied him plenty of my own!
Thus, Lizards Poker isn't fun
and you must hold your empty seats
if you meet old Cha-me-le-on...
He's just cold-blooded, plus - he CHEATS!
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"I wandered lonely as a cloud", William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cat
And grew weary of chasing rats.
I'm not fond of killing lizards,
And squirrels are like wizards.
For the longest time, it seemed
That no one knew, not even a few.
But it was as clear to me as the morning
dew. It wasn't the food that I wanted most.
I grew tired of resting against the posts.
Most cats my age have a home of their own
Where they find love. But I am homeless,
And no one seems to care or understand
That I am as harmless as a dove.
I keep searching and hoping as I roam
From street to street in search of a
Human friend to keep me shielded from
Summer heat. Like other cats, I need a
Home to shelter me from the winter storm.
When I was young, my mother was killed
While protecting me from harm. After that,
My three siblings scattered, doing their best
To survive. I miss my family, and perhaps
I shall see them again; but if not, I hope and
Pray that they will learn to carry on and thrive.
One day, I too would love to have a family.
I'd be as protective and lovely as my mother.
But presently, having a family is not a priority.
I'm not jealous when I see cats, dogs, and
Other pets in nice homes. I'm tired of roaming,
And a home of my own is the thing for which I long.
091822PSCtest, I Wandered Lonely As --- Challenge.
Natasha L Scragg
Florida Nature
Lizard Smile – iguana neon green
In Florida some things are larger than the state
Summer is forever way down there
Lizards grow neon bright in hidden vegetation
Capture bugs on long tongues with a smile
Spanish moss veils the grasses wicked and dense
Birds of prey station themselves above nature
Thick trees and underbrush offer up moving meals
Humidity is always the welcome guest
Bushes grow long beards of briar, since it is so hot
Foliage can grow anywhere without permission
Green things prefer Florida over Texas though
As indicated or inferred
Swamps hold the rains in place; feed the young fish and birds
Nature down there tells a story dinosaur old and ancient
Symphonies of greenery thrive in secrecy
Drink the brooks winding wild
Trickling sounds from the water gurgle, “It’s nice to be alive”
Created on 3/07/15 for - Florida Nature – Poetry contest- sponsored by Rhonda Johnson- Saunders – Subject painting is “Wild Symphony”
Hannah bashed her dolls’s faces on concrete, ripping off Barbie dolls’ heads and cutting their hair so they looked ugly
She also killed little lizards on their yard. But nobody ever saw her doing those things and she always looked very calm and relaxed
Destructive emotions running in her head she was furious, very angry and mad
But having a perfect pretty face and blonde hair nobody could’ve ever imagined that she could do something so bad
Hanna had become very good at wearing her poker face to hide what was going on inside her head, turmoil and terror
She had practiced to smile for a long time in front of the mirror
Hanna had felt real rage starting to boil inside her when her abuser had found a girlfriend
How dare he replace her like that
Upon the Multi Sands Beach Blvd, a vibrant trace,
Of rainbows painted, in this sun-kissed place.
Where Florida lizards, emerald, quick, and keen,
And tiny frogs, hop through the meadow scene.
They revel in freedom, where the grasses grow,
Beneath the warm winds, with a gentle flow.
The fresh, cool water, with a rhythmic sigh,
Sends waves to crash, as sea turtles drift by.
A silent ballet, of ocean's grace and might,
As ancient creatures, swim in morning light.
And on the shoreline, where the breakers roam,
The surf guys gather, feeling right at home.
With 'cloud coffee cups,' a steamy, morning treat,
They watch the ocean, from their sandy seat.
Then afternoon arrives, with leisurely grace,
For tea and biscuits, jam-sweet on the face.
A moment of calm, as the day gently turns,
Before the evening's lively spirit burns.
For later, laughter echoes, clear and strong,
As smash burgers sizzle, where they all belong.
With "cool kids" gathered, from the territory wide,
A fellowship forged, with nothing left to hide.
Of land and air, their vibrant tales unfold,
As the proud, brave flag, in the breeze, is bold.
It moves in the air, a symbol, free and bright,
Crowning this day, with its glorious light.
Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a breeze alerts
The senses whistling
Melodies explode
Through the branches leaves lament
Observing nature's space hold in colors
Fruit of tenderness
Mellow your sunshine
Blossoms love supreme touching
Fingers raise deep golden feelings yearning
Addresses one's heart
Lonely dust remains
Breathing breathless light explores
In darkness echoes bounce off deep caverns
Cold howling shivers
Devouring warm blood
Into the bones whistling ice
Winds voice of the lost souls' eyes turn bright green
As the spirit leaves
Dark moldy shadows
Light of moon sources cravings
Beauties kiss eclipses rose bleeds scarlet
Immortal heartbeats
Life stops ticking bang
Seduced black velvet pleasure
Sinking fangs into the succumbing heart
Drum beats slow echo
Fallen unchained truths
Slithering lizards crawling
Underneath the skin a beastly vision
Storm roars through timbers
Translucent blood slime
Flowing toxic energy
Mutating hollers screech into wolf moon
Scalding hot flames breathe
When red embers burn
Into the lustful ashes
Born inside scarred remains breathing wounds
An itch that scratches
Onto the mindset
Greenish cornea expands
Opening curtains in a split second
Haunting prey on light
Affliction of need
Rasping rattle in the throat
Death yowls airless scream without sun visions
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and Angeline Lim
Who can understand why war still exists where
there are clouds reflected in water here
History has proven its futility
even the breeze has a peaceful touch
The graves of the fallen state “they died for us”
Lizards bask on warm stones
where we could not imagine
the compassion of our enemies
Tiny finches twitter in the hedges
How the agony of dying haunts forever those who see
Bright red ti leaves, philodendrons and crosses
of comrades fallen
In dense shadows of shower trees
greatest jubilation comes
where Mynas squabble, good naturedly
Such a happy sound of morning
Another war is over”
If only this peace could last forever.
!0th June 2013
Lamp posts eyes
through cracks
of curtains
spying
sewing needles
through mine
uninvited
screeching tires
honking horns
sirens
plucking mind’s guitar
unstop.
Take me to the Sonoran
steal into a hut
while its inhabitant
hunts
fall asleep in its belly
hidden
from rattling reptiles
hunting grasshoppers
coyotes
the howling hunter mouse
monsters, giants
the Gila, the Iguana
scorpions!
Take me to the Sonoran
illumed by the Saguaro
opening its white petals
at night
a lamp post of
candelabra flowers
where lizards
on waking
take sunbeams
showers
savoring magic
of orange red
golden yellow flowers
winking at sunset
and vanishing.
Honk, honk! Screech!
Splash!
Spilled my glass
of chamomile
slumbering on the sandy
waterless beach
of the Sonoran.
Third Place Winner: Brian Strand-Premier 1196-3/11/23
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/12/21
Third Place: Debbie Guzzi- Exotic-7/22/17