Long Naturelife Poems
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Billowing, foamy currents
Lofty, turquoise drifts
Undulate as waves
Rage through the calm of heaven
As the golden stalks
Bend in fields below
Like hungry fire consuming
All life in its path
Seemingly engulfed
The cypresses are the same;
Ensnared in the grip
Of restless fury
By the skyward, emerald flame
Would Vincent approve
Of his brilliant work
Being perceived violently?
I am oft' amazed
How a piece of art
Takes on a life of its own
Interpretation
Lives within the heart
And soul of the beholder
Not merely the eye
Vincent Van Gogh's painting, "Yellow Wheat and Cypresses" was my inspiration.
For submission in Abe Lopez' contest, "Van Gogh's Van Goghs".
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Teach them
Of silent voices
echoing through perceptions poised
within the easy spectacles
of this worlds landscaping
this planet in uniting life light and colour
speaks words of creations harmony
of living balanced perfectly
chaotically
proclaiming resplendence shining in the hands of the heavens
For the breath taking
Learning may impart
the feel of a heart beating
a pulse invoking tiny rainbows
on filament insect wings
enhancing in light dancing and playing
to a ballet of blue flame
transforming mountains standing
ringing
through valleys in the dawn
For the breath taking
To grasp with wonder
air once rushing hot from the lungs of a tiger
a breath to run free across vast waving plains
canyon leaping between feet of gazelle
show them how to glide
with the eyes and wings of eagles and butterflies
tell them of speechless colours
dazzling under star strange nights
wake them with sky painted silver water
burn them with soft petal fire
For the breath taking
Convey how you know this human dance can amplify such astounding beauty
as a spectator to this light inspired Earth
as it cradles humanity
in its untamed flawless fragility
For the breath taking
whisper to them songs of streams
calls of waterfalls
in words of whales
nouns and verbs of leaf and tree
wait for them with misted forests
and hues of icebergs
be life
staring from the eyes of animals
I know living in the corpuscles of your blood
breathing from each and every stone
and each and every pore
you know we are something more
all
for this life in the making
all for
The breath taking
Solar had risen from the lake’s bed to bless
He removed the night’s veil of blindness
Solar had risen in the far East to bless
He brought the daytime’s peace and calmness
Solar had risen high up as God’s sigil
All watchmen and guards broke night’s vigil
Solar had risen in the far East to cleanse
It gave sweetness to fruits and flowers’ stems
Solar had risen in the East as God’s lens
Sharp toothed reptiles and beasts hide in their dens
Solar had risen in the East unchained
Wounds are now gently eased from biting pain
Solar came with his limitless goodness
Then men came hunting in his brightness
Just as the First Man came out of the greatness
And shone light on the world’s bleak darkness
All the world’s beasts came out of their black caves
To hunt for his pearls scattered in graves
Solar had risen in the East as Christ’s knight
A sign of eons’ splendour so bright
Solar had risen in the East for Earth’s plight
To give the might of their cosmic light
Solar had risen in the East with no slack
With beauty that floods each crack and gap
Solar had risen before all life began
He blows peace into each beast and man
Solar had risen as part of life’s plan
Souls freed from earth and sky in there span
Solar was pulled up for Jesus’s plight
He gave sweetness to the cross of light
Solar left this small world with his great might
Leaving all those awake in much flight
Like the Last Statue will leave for the height
At the last hour of the world’s plight
When the statue of white light has been made
Darkness will be trapped in night decayed
Into space, a rammed ship the passing Star spewed.
Feverish, life into its bowels forever doomed.
Survival hopes by a tumefying Sun aerified.
The void, blindly the last ship hopefully roved.
About a new demesne the space travellers were excited.
From afar a blue planet, with alleviation, they sighted.
Secretly nearing, at dawn they furtively on the planet landed.
A new chapter in their civilization they had just started.
‘What a Shangri-la!’ bewitched, they all exclaimed.
Vast, green meadows that no horizon limited.
Here and there by splashes of color patched.
That small, clean springs generously watered.
The commander under the charm stooping.
‘ look ! Life in here is pullulating.
Each creature, its task dutifully executing.
Listen! Their sprightliness they are serenading.
It must be good to live here.’
Somewhere in the wild alarmed Geese ominously cackled.
A hellish plan the artful Aliens concocted.
Under human skin they concealed.
With unaware Earthlings they mingled.
Unnoticed, power they gradually gained.
Up the ladders they patiently climbed.
Ultimately, human fate in their hands they grasped.
The worldlings’ minds they totally captured.
With treasure and pleasure they baited
Vice and decadence in tellurians they reared.
Race inequalities they first prophesied.
Hate and disdain they tacitly stirred.
Family haleness they second attacked.
Males and females they confused.
Their innate assets they crucified.
Looseness and profligacy they skillfully preached
Rejuvenation off households sloughed.
ROBINS DESERTED THE SKY.
Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms
Rain – she has a complaint
dislikes being quoted as she (Rain) is FALLING
but had she not fallen
seeds would not have risen
land would have been brazen
Life would have become extinct
such is her importance, so distinct
Rain – she has a compliment
she is loved by all – kids, young, old alike
kids joyous over floating of paper boats
young ecstatic in love over drizzle drumming pane
old ambling in memory lane over hot coffee
raindrops filling Life's ocean with cheerful moments
joy waves kissing Life's shores with each movement
Rain – she is Liquid Devil
water, in excess gushing monstrously
tsunami causing devastation
consuming life all of sudden
destroying flora & fauna
receding water spreading epidemics
drenched havoc failing normalcy academics
Rain – she is Liquid Angel
water, life to all – human, animal, trees
in womb protecting embryo
in tomb blending concrete mix
generating electricity, axis of all motion
offering hope to desert through oasis
frozen at Poles averting earth's nemesis
Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms
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By Hitendra Mehta
Honorable Mention - Members Contest - "Rain, The Story " by - A Rambling Poet
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All things, great and small,
are created by a perfect
harmony of multiple phases,
like music played on a
piano; there are many keys
to create a simple masterpiece;
the masterpiece of nature is life.
Most small things seem inferior
but without one can disrupt
the whole system creating a
sense of fear, greed and inhumanity
for things that are considered
vital suddenly become scarce.
The term “utopia” is considered to
mean a perfect world, a world in
which war, hunger, and disease do
not exist, then yet human life
continues to turn a blind eye to
what is truly happening to our
home; scars are burnt into the
landscapes, animals are disappearing,
insects that pollinate plants are
vanishing and sometimes without a
trace.
Human life may consider itself
to be powerful, whole, special,
intelligent, but regardless of the
word human life will not last if
the system is disrupted for it
depends on the one source that all
life requires – food.
Utopia?
It is not a word that
actually exists for human life
is naturally selfish; it takes
but rarely gives back.
The world human life aspires to
is not always created for nature
always comes second in human
thought.
Pity is the only word that can
be assigned to human life for
it is not as superior as it
considers itself to be for
nature has a sneaky way of
turning human life on its
very own head.
I am lost
Trees are all around
I am laid here bare
Along with all these sounds
I hear them
The chirping in the trees
All the wolves that are howling
And crickets beneath the leaves
I stand up
And breathe my surroundings
Busy, like a town
When at its founding
I smell them
Exotic medical powers
Like the rain
Covering the forest’s flowers
I realize I am hungry
Lucky, there is eden all around
I grab a nearby fruit
Amazing tastes I have found
I taste them
Explosions of no-doubt healthy fruit
Running over me as water
Oh forest wonders I loot
While harvesting this eden
I touch a grand tree
I feel its grooves
Containing an ages memory
I feel them
Unearthed roots flowing through
Like waves of water
Except still, and true
I close my eyes
Realizing life is around me
Even though all is black
Never so well have I seen
I know them
Ancient laws flown
Life and death
All that’s ever known
Then at once!
I open my eyes
All life explodes
In the beauty of surprise
I see them
The amazing astral sky
The forest maintained with lights and mist
Beauty again waiting in circle to die
And live again
Deep in the desert
Where the sun shines
Bright and hard
Lived a little flower
Pale as the sand
It stood bravely
The sun beat on it
The wind blew in it
The heat almost
Took the life out of it
But there it stood
In the clear night
Beneath the canopy
Of thousand of stars
Morning brought a traveler
From some place afar
He stopped by the plant
To wash himself
Few drops spilled over
To the pale flower beneath
A shiver went thru’ her
And tremblingly she unfolded
A few more drops
And the petals
Stretched themselves
Hesitantly, tremblingly
As if some force
Pushing them out
Of her dream of death
Eternity, holds her breath
The pretty petals
What a sight to behold
Seemed to be overwhelmed
By unstoppable madness
A little place
Of sensual joy
Thus life reentered
Joyously
What a moment ago
Had been dead
Entered it visibly
Passionately
In all its glory
The wayfarer
Looked down with a start
As if surprised
To see such beauty
In the barren desert
Bent down
And plucked the flower
And put it against his heart
And there she can
Be seen now
Happily riding away.
My life is a country song
Reminding me about the warmth and frost.
The lush green fields,
The smiling daffodils,
The gushing waterfalls,
The golden rising sun ball,
My life is a country song
Reminiscent of the harvested crops
The pear- shaped rain drops,
The canals, the ponds, the streams, the rivers,
The crystal clear water draws me near.
The innocent looks of the little lambs in their fleecy fold
Their skins shelters me in the ice and cold
My life is a country song
Murmuring whispers of the wind that's independent and free
I being a crony of every bee, bird, flower and tree.
The cock's clarion wakes me in the morn
The lengthening shadows indicates that it is dawn.
My life is a country song
Whispering the rustle of the leaves, the lowing of the cows.
Teaches me to be humble and before anyone to bow.
The chime of the temple bells asks me to give to
the prayers first priority.
The tinkle of the bells warns me to work, the highest kind of lordship.
My life is a country song
Sweetly sung on tune
To listen to which we do long
Be it at dusk or at noon.
I lean to the tree that is leaning to me;
We touch, and our branches twine.
Our budding-song grows stunning and strong;
Her flowers of love are mine.
Her hands so fair in my winding hair
Fill them with life and spring.
The breeze in our branches dallies and dances;
The words of the birdies wing.
We sway together in Maytime weather;
We lighten the sky as flame.
In time with flowers we rhyme for hours,
Our rhythm of life the same.
We burst on the hills above the old chills;
We beckon with spangled arms.
To passion of men we call out again
The pride of our peerless charms.
To lovers that gasp, Oh! how we clasp!
Urging half kisses near.
To lips that decide, to triumph new-tried,
We puff out a pom-pom cheer!
The dance of the world in their whole arms curled,
The light, the height, and the way,
Swings hard to the earth to sweep the heart's worth
And moans with the music of May.
They live, they are one, they are free in the sun;
We___stretch out our leaves and sigh.
The flowering stream of the whole world's dream
Collars the brow-bowed sky!