hot and tropical
steam rises from leafy vines
begging for relief
The beautiful Amazonian forest
surrounds me,
It's crispy, clean air envelopes me, and hungrily I inhale,
This New Year, the echoes of fear still in my soul, one by one, eagerly I exhale,
To the gentle, cool breeze,
I softly whisper, "Drown them all in the depths of the sea."
Among the lushness of its canopy,
there is a riot of colours dotted everywhere,
Lost in its serenity and silence,
Abruptly, prattling sounds suddenly brought me back down to reality,
A pandemonium of Amazons appeared.
In this New Year with a soul now free
from fear,
I shall enjoy each step of the way, for
time draws near,
No fuss or worry, just going with the
flow,
Appreciating the beauty in each day,
as they come and go.
by Zyrool
2/2026
Exposing rays from leaves, dense forest
Over and above with idle flow, riverine raft
None, still numerous belongs my closest
Melodies out the tropical denses,
Spreading vibes in everyone's hymn,
Fueling the bonfire with all poor instances,
Join all and let's ride good times.
Where the zone reigns,
It often rains:
Soaked clouds permitted reins
That light up smiles of grains
On highlands and plains,
Overfilling drains:
Here no friendship feigns,
Skilled Planters for gains,
The unskilled its pains…
A worry for trains
And call for Brains
Over the water-covered rails
Or Engineering fails!
Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy with rain
The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet
Air raids above
Signal
Whirring wispy winged ghosts
Bombers
Buzzzzzzzzzing
Skitting overhead
Barely black shadow fellows
Intent in reaching their target
Synced and signaled
Like flittering naked poltergeists
Aiming for a sticky sweet meal
Arms, legs ankles and necks
Covered or not
Stabbed with little mercy
In the trove of
Spring Buds
So Alive!
May 16, 2020
Exotic? Lee did not think so
He had heard stories, and neurotic was more likely
Erotic? He began to laugh,
His dendrites pinged with guffaws.
She was no more erotic than a virgin butterfly
Or so he had been told
By one who intended to keep her for himself
One who spread rumors about her ugliness of heart.
One who was psycho and sociopathic
His cousin, James, the ruiner
The one who hurt women
Almost as fast as they fell for him.
Luckily Lee was open hearted.
He decided to meet her for himself.
Stunningly gorgeous green eyes met his browns
Briefly, shyly, discreetly.
If anything was ever exotic it was
oranges, lemons, the rain forest and these green eyes
She was erotic too, and he enjoyed
savoring her, and saving her for himself.
There are so many people pleading cases.
I am sure these facts speak for themselves
When I say there are very few places
Where man hasn't built bridges with strong
Braces
For man is one of the greediest races.
There are pilots who are known as aces.
They know where there are secret spaces
Where you will see only animal faces.
Huge cats that can walk with out leaving
Any traces.
Colorful birds in all stages
Who try to escape man's cages.
There are also lists of insects and spiders
That man wants to put in to book pages.
I believe through artists who have special
Brush stroke graces
They can show us the beauty of our rain
Forest on canvas or vases.
Our children would have the benefit of
Seeing the beauty of the lands
That would of been destroyed by the hands
Of only man....
Who felt everything from rain to what ever
Should be put in an aerosol can.
Wet air hangs heavy
On tree canopies below
Nourishing new life.
The cards of life, of many sorts, to each has been dealt.
The honey of bees is sweet, but their stings are also felt.
No one ever promised that life would be fair.
Hopes and plans often become a nightmare.
Drifting dreams seem to float away downstream,
evaporating before your eyes like hot vapors of steam.
But from the massive blast of volcanoes, the lava flows.
The rain falls; hurricanes spin; and the wind blows.
Then, the lava hardens and afterward, islands are born,
upon which a healing and lovely Rain Forest grows.
From life’s excruciating pain, we too, like a Rain Forest,
can grow to become persons most beautiful and dearest.
You and I, like a Rain Forest producing seeds of many sorts are now providing medicines of lasting hope and positive cures
2ndContest 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 22 Poetry Contest, MarkToney(03042019); 07302016 PS Contest, September Premiere, Brain Strand
Rain Forest
Sap of Green the world of Trees,
the lifeblood of the spirit these,
Where millions grow the rain it comes,
Pray for rain The Collective does,
the Rainforest cares too,
Oxygen converts by Tree its true,
Carbon dioxide gone fresh air for you,
But Murder of the Trees aint new,
great droughts are sure to come,
like in the Amazon,
for the first time droughts have come,
Great Rain forest gone, Adiew,
Filtered light through trees of green,
Brings health and creatures some well being,
Where the harmful rays are few,
Green filter this can do,
like green house glass for some.
The trees we need dum dum,
or does your lung now wheese?
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FX_dWaSJco
{google Edgar Case on green glass for healing}
The trees soar high into the sky
Monkeys dangling, now swing
filling the air with screeches
Colourful parrots take to wing
of reds, yellows and oranges
drowned by the dripping water.
Man-eating plants on guard,
Fresh rivers of fruit and bark
ground to the gorilla
Orchids of oxygen supply the wind
Vines hang peacefully throughout
the rainy garden.
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
poem of the day 08/02/2015
Enter the emerald tunnel at dawn
Before a sultry blanket of tell-uric air descends,
Follow the metronomic drip
On which the symphonic faunal orchestra depends
World Heritage renowned
Immersing in uniquely tantalizing scenery
Diminishing beyond repair
Emerge then from entangled greenery
Beside a crystal cascade
Rest a while, meditate
Plunge into the icy pool
Let nature's beauty rejuvenate.
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
The sun's yellow rays filtered though the gray skies
The foliage damp from the previous rain
The humidity clung like a leech would cling to the skin
I could not wipe the dampness away
Sunbeams drenched upon my back
My face became droplets of moisture
Clinging ,with no where to escape
The heat intensifies and the greenery sprung forth
The petals delighting in the new precipitation
As the rainbow began to fade in the sky
I am walking where life and death hold constant beauty.
6/9/12
In Olympic National Park in the state of Washington,
there is quite an unusual phenomenon.
The state as a whole does not get much rain or snow.
However, here is a fact I did not previously know:
There is a spot in the park where it rains a hundred inches or more.
See thick moss on the trees when you take a tour.
Certainly, it rains more often in the spring.
Rain every day in the season is the usual thing.
You can feel the damp moisture in the air.
In the summer, it’s like a steam bath everywhere.
There is plant life growing that is unique to the area.
It is one of the more fascinating places in North America.
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