Cascading from the hilltops.
Pooling by the trees.
Finding paths between the rocky peaks.
Shimmering back to the sun its beams.
A powerful, constant feature.
Uninterrupted in flow.
Naturalists will search and discover
Where the water goes.
Majestic, mighty and loud.
Yet somehow it feels so peaceful.
A waterfall glorifies its surroundings.
It brings pleasure to many people.
When outdoors, do head towards
That rushing, gushing sound.
Take it in. Appreciate it
While we still walk the ground.
Written 23rd November 2021
For the "W" contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Categories:
naturalists, water,
Form: Rhyme
If consciousness is emergent,
where is it emerging from
The dualists say… the naturalists say…
but answers just won’t come
As the blue hour seeds the dawn,
before the new arriving sun
One question hard, the self must ask
—how consciousness becomes
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Categories:
naturalists, life,
Form: Rhyme
This date, he left, many years ago, my friend.
Sqidgy, his name, my dog, a mutt, personified.
As a pup sat in my shirt top pocket,
oft slept to the beat of my heart,
days when I walked miles on insect safaris.
Other days he'd walk by my side,
I'de lose him, so close he walked to my feet.
My walks now, he's still with me,
an obliging muse, his sense of humour
has me thinking that I'm barking mad.
Happy I am that he in spirit, is still my friend.
Its like he guides me to sights I've never seen.
A solitary bee species mating, a tiny male a huge Queen
A sight not seen by many,
Naturalists being no exception.
I still miss my cuddly friend, I sit, I ponder,
Is there an up there?
Will we again play ball?
_______________________
04/23/18
NEW POEMES ONLY CONTEST II sponsored Emile Pinet
Categories:
naturalists, friend, friendship,
Form: Blank verse
Yes, thank you, read it, and replied.
Belated, but this poem you’ve inspired.
Your adventure, all the thrills, of nature
Victorian history, for me a virtual adventure
Often on one’s forays into the wilds of nature.
Thinking, why else should one this far venture
But there they are, digging, holes all over,
Old Victorian landfill sites, bottles undercover.
So as one’s sweeping sweep net sweeps, thinking
A thirst to quench, thinks some more whilst drinking
Where one treads, how much history lies underfoot
Ones a naturalist, not an archaeologist, so don’t tut!
Naturalists with a bent for palaeontology, o many,
This one is no exception, fossils, one has aplenty.
Only once has one gone on a palaeontologist quest,
But hey one’s a naturalist, too far now ones digressed.
Categories:
naturalists, confusion, nature,
Form: Free verse
What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause? I
always find myself guessing about what type of lurid surreptitious
act of debauchery is practiced within the confines of such nonsensical
attire.
You always seem to run into one of these super naturalists in the dark
recesses of some ancient dim lit pub swilling grog by candle lite.
Come on, would you allow an eighty year old guy with a white beard
down to his navel, wearing a robe that hasn't seen a dry cleaners in
a fortnight, toting a six foot gnarled hard wood staff, into your bar?
The guy won't even take that floppy wide brimmed cone shaped hat
off when he comes inside.
And another thing, he's always on a quest, never just out for a cold one.
I don't know, this has just always bothered me a little...
Categories:
naturalists, humor,
Form: Free verse
Wildly
Outstanding
Mothers
Energized
Naturalists
Able
Ready
Elite
Highly
Evolved
Resourcefully
Emotional
Noticeably
Opportunistic
Winners
Categories:
naturalists, woman,
Form: Acrostic
Lurking in the foliage
Or shooting from the air,
Ivory poachers seek their prey
To naturalists’ despair.
Elephants, both young and old,
Are gunned down every year,
For reasons that their missing tusks
Make eminently clear.
An easy source of revenue,
The tusks fulfill the need
For criminals to profit from
Some tycoon’s grisly greed.
Tens of thousands die this way,
Their bodies left to rot.
Our voices should be raised in wrath
But sadly, they are not.
The elephant – so noble
And astonishing and wise –
Deserves some human help to stop
This onslaught of demise.
Categories:
naturalists, animals, death,
Form: Rhyme
Blah blah blah nature
Blah blah blah nature blah blah
What a waste of time
Categories:
naturalists, funny, life, nature, parody,
Form: Haiku