Long Vegetations Poems
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Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound,
battle helmet of direction-secured.
True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull.
Non-relative incomings from the garment of space,
to run obscene into the street.
Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream,
hydration,
epiderm reactions, boils,
face cracking on bout of gout.
The royal trees and their loyal vegetations
withholding tithe to Man
in lieu of fertilized mopery, panor-mime
of "silent treatment".
The lakes, unbathed turn foul,
a salty audacity of intrusion
to fuel resentment sediment far looking,
gaunt, empty.
The rivers change their inclination,
declination, surrection in-bleeding out,
out bleeding in direction.
The sea roars in complaint, hatches her obscene Leviathans release from underneath that she invitro-bastards, out-rages, helter swellter sea-beast abominations re-unleashed.
The delusion carries tune to the forest kin
no longer in Mid Spring courtship
with Robin Hood, Albion.
No longer in hibernation and calm location.
They must embark the realms of Men,
to their disturbing-investigation.
Extremeties convulse in palsy,
tongues stricken blind
and eyes encompassed in the review
of the interplanetary cult of the spiritual procession, incoming of the 4th, 3D kind.
Pangs of the final epoch of Time.
If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll aimlessly wander in its vast lands
Savouring every moment of its beauty
And marvel at the mysterious work of God's hand
If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll make friends with the grassfields of Bamenda
So I'll let to wander around its vast vegetations
Savour the green wonders of nature
I'll draw the last stroke on that portrait
In my dream I drew of Douala
Of the smiling little hills
Of which the power of the sun yields.
If I ever visited Cameroon
The last piece in that puzzle solved
For I will meet the true Savannah
A home to elephants, lions and hyenas.
While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever,
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley,
a remote dale at the border of Nagaland and Manipur,
in the untrodden tableland of India's Northeast!
The picturesque landscape was ringing with the
once in a lifetime scene of emerald shades of hillocks
paving the way for azure mountaintops,
luminous flowers waving in the winds amongst the tall grasses!
The vale was tweeting and twirling amidst the virgin vegetations enriched with the spectacular sights of verdant forests,
exquisite flora and fauna,
serpentine streams, myriads of panoramic pink
and white wild blooms that dot
the vast caldera of the valley and its' verdant meadows,
alongside the meandering rivers of Dzukou and Japfu,
appeared as the absolute paragon of serenity and tranquility!
Surrounded by the whispering platonic hills,
with numerous colorful flying creatures,
the valley seemed as smuggled over
the dewdrops' fragrant feral fruits,
Oak and Rhododendron forests are a feast to the eyes!
Half way up and any signs of tracks disappear,
and one is just left with wheezing enigmatic bamboo thickets!
Botanists' delight, trackers' paradise, seraph's psyche,
rovers' riddle, is reclining placidly ,
the untrodden earth's lulling lullaby,
in the abode of the divine Lily's
anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
a rich biodiversity hotspots
of endemic species, the Dzoku Valley;
an uninhabited unsullied phosphorus valley
Note:
The Dzüko Valley is located at the borders of the states of Nagaland and Manipur in Northeast India. The valley is known for its extremely rich biodiversity, seasonal flowers and flora & fauna. It is situated at an altitude of 2452 m above sea level.
© Silpika Kalita
Nigeria, who knows
whether rivers of Africa
are like your own rivers
so that when planning
you will consider something about rivers
Nigeria, who knows
whether mountains of Africa
are like your own mountains
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about mountains
Nigeria, who knows
whether vegetations of Africa
are like your own vegetations
so that when planning
you will consider something about vegetations
Nigeria, who knows
whether trees of Africa
are like your own trees
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about a tree or trees
Nigeria, who knows
whether dreams of Africa
are like your own dreams
so that when planning
you will consider something about a dream or dreams
Nigeria, who knows
whether the soil of Africa
is like your own soil
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about soil
Nigeria, who knows
whether streets of Africa
are like your own streets
so that when planning
you will consider something about streets
Nigeria, who knows
whether men and women of Africa
are like your own men and women
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about men and women in Africa
oh! Nigeria, who knows
whether cities, towns and villages of Africa
are like your own cities, towns and villages
so that when planning
you will consider a thing about cities, towns and villages
oh! Nigeria, ...
for such is a campaign
it may be that
you can and should behold
better
about how.
When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bluer, clearer fresher skies
3 month span, twix spring autumn
Alpha Omega spawn
When summer gone
Metrological difference sun position
Elemental changes environment
Astronomical empowerment
When summer gone temperatures hot cease
Autumn says hi!
When summer gone
Bushes, flowers, trees vegetables fully bloomed
When summer gone
When summer gone
Coolness sighs
When summer gone
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
end of picnics and parks
walking the dogs, until dusk near dark
chasing catching lightening bugs
swimming, ice-cold lemonade
few days left back to school and work
clearer deeper skies shine on
When summer gone plants vegetations matured
Summer gone lesser heated temperatures
~When summer gone~
7/17/24
When Summer is Gone Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Jcb Brul
..............................................Cloud-gazing,
Mud-splashing,
Rain-bathing...
Lightning the puzzled dart,
Thunder mocking the earth,
Monsoon thrills every heart;
Dead vegetation springs,
as though from a hot hearth,
Earth so happily sings...
Pollution and heat pinching the bone,
sniffling, sneezing and itching ended,
humid weather and heat rashes gone;
Food fabrication; Oomph creation,
Monsoon as resurrection scented,
it's nature's existence causation;
Earth her best of vegetations yield,
with monsoon as its protective shield,
Creation does its power wield.
17 July 2021
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
A Brisling (King Oscar sardines)
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and was alive.
I put the live one in a glass jar; the others looked
so dead I could not eat them, put the tin back
into the fridge
My little King Oscar sardine grew and was too
big for a jar, I had fed it bread crumbs,
real home
baked with butter.
Suddenly, there were many cats in the yard the adventurous cats tried to find an open window
I took my sardine to an empty lake.
the lake had once been full of bluegill, but overfished
to extinction, I sat my sardine free to feed on rotten
vegetations
I don't know how fish procreate, but soon there were
too many of them, a school of silvery beings
swimming around except for one going the opposite way
Bonanza!
Grilled sardines and red wine, people rejoiced, thought
this was going to last forever until there were non
except for my sardine, now so big it scared cats
when it saw me, it was so happy, jumped out of the water
caught by a passing eagle
Empty lake, a dead eye in the wilderness, tells no story
I saw the primroses
Crave I the smell, splendid sweet Alyssa
Shall bring daisies
Summer sunflowers
They are perfumed from unseen crazies
I discovered the flowers
I crave the floral, flush flowering quince
With my ears I see earthy gardens amist
I feel the never mumming mums just so loud
By the grave, I saw the hollyhocks sprout
While in the darkest night
I see a floral light
That moment my soul grew ornamental
I heard a flush, peak garlanding
Much I marveled this ornamental pulmonary
As that moment my soul grew prime vegetations
Mumming mums just so quite now
I saw the hollyhocks rise
While in the darkest night
I see floral lights
8/14/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©