Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite viewers on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many are very sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the distant horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~
Quote by Poet
I
am like
tattered twigs
on dying trees,
facing freckled skies~
watered with blooming grief,
as tainted roots of life-lines~
keeps carrying emerald scars,
scattered along feathered rain-forests,
where devious dragonflies and cross-eyed~
crickets croon remnants of forgotten times.
There, fluorescent wild-flowers eavesdrop,
mocking tales of my weathered wings.
But will the rain ever see
how the sun in my soul
still spreads rose gold light,
across torn skies,
adorned with
splintered
dreams…
I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom,
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in the velveteen clouds,
gracefully gliding toward mountains clayed with honeysuckle-glazed minerals;
I’ve been a keeper of secrets lost in the mists of time,
embracing the glowing sun that illuminates fields of fern,
whilst hope rests beneath my indigo feathers, guiding rose gold flocks.
Sometimes falcons and eagles are ignorant to my survival instincts-
they search for a sign to prey on my maternal prowess;
I mimic their frequency to deceive sharpened fangs and talons,
for I can hear whispers from miles of silence echoing amidst predatory darkness.
So find me in the wilderness, I am a harlequin macaw conquering depths of dense thicket trees.
Please don’t think that I can’t see you
As I’ve got the most incredible eyes
Which move independently from each other
Although I’m known as a master of disguise!
I reside with my family in Madagascar
In rain forests where I live up a tree
I can change colour when I want to
So I’ll blend so you may not see me!
I adore eating lots of tasty insects
I catch them when I shoot out my tongue
It can project twice the length of my body
I’m very proud of my proboscis so long!
I am very adept at tree climbing
My prehensile tail acts as a fifth limb
I’m so lucky to live high up in the trees
My forest habitat is my very own gym!
"The flaming bowerbird (Sericulus ardens) is one of the most brilliantly colored bowerbirds. The male is a medium-sized bird, up to 25 cm long, with flame orange and golden yellow plumage, elongated neck plumes and a black tail with a yellow tip. He builds an "avenue-type" arbor with two side walls made of sticks. The female is an olive-brown bird with yellow or gold around the stomach.
The flame bowerbird is distributed and endemic to the rain forests of New Guinea . The male flame bird also has a courtship display along with its arbor, twisting its tails and wings to the side and then rapidly bobbing its head.
The flame bowerbird is rated as Least Concern on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species."
The above text credit to:Sarah F. L.
New Guinea beauty
a fantastic sunrise bird
rare red-yellow gem
Preserve it for history.
Restore it the way it should be.
Ecosystems must be protected well.
Store microorganisms in a liquid nitrogen cell.
Every item catalogued.
Replanting to replace what’s logged.
Various fossils preserved completely.
Apple sauce preserves quite sweetly.
Tyrannosaurus bones preserved.
Incas artifacts - museum pride of place deserved.
Oil spills must be corrected.
Neptune’s kingdom must be protected.
Instinct to preserve with care.
Sustain rain forests everywhere.
Treat nature well, make sure it lives- for the beauty it gives.
Tattered roads and cracked teeth,
Shallow pride and hidden graves,
Shameless romance, drunk bees,
Trees bending, the axes raping,
Fields virgin, crops wilder,
Beauty stolen,
Residing in the pouch of the lame mistress.
Shattered screams, mute stares,
The sounds of rain rising, teardrops, dry as dirt,
Following the turns of straight lines
And shadows glowing in dark times,
Rain forests begging from deserts.
Lions and kittens, dogs and lambs,
Tattered roads and cracked feet,
Dreams tomorrow, today, mountains to climb.
I always figured that the weight of an anaconda was a fabrication.
A nightmare, something an evil book writer made up, to instill terror.
So I looked it up.
And I was wrong.
An anaconda can weigh five hundred pounds.
So now I stay home after dark, because that is her feeding time.
And I stay out of waters and rain forests.
Shall I compare you with -
Nectar-filled fine flowers?
fruits deliciously sweet?
Trees tall, sturdy and tough?
Soft curvy creeper-pleat...?
Shall I compare you with -
Mountainous green valleys?
Rivers and endless seas?
Amazon rain forests?
Tempests and gentle breeze...?
Shall I compare you with -
Creatures so beauteous?
Beasts of deserts and woods?
Sea creatures of all shapes?
humans with multi-moods...?
Shall I compare you with -
Cosmos and Milky Way?
You are the sum of all,
And have your say and sway;
In you all live and fall...!
10 April 2022
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Shall I compare you with -
Nectar-filled fine flowers?
fruits deliciously sweet?
Trees tall, sturdy and tough?
Soft curvy creeper-pleat...?
Shall I compare you with -
Mountainous green valleys?
Rivers and endless seas?
Amazon rain forests?
Tempests and gentle breeze...?
Shall I compare you with -
Creatures so beauteous?
Beasts of deserts and woods?
Sea creatures of all shapes?
humans with multi-moods...?
Shall I compare you with -
Cosmos and Milky Way?
You are the sum of all,
And have your say and sway;
In you all live and fall...!
09 April 2022
Inhabitants are real
Facing great threats
Weighing on mother earth's future
Its effects and consequences
Even better halt it
Consume more, always more
The detriment of nature
Destroyed as an easy option
The soil is poisoned
Lands are sliding
Rain forests are reduced
Drastic effects for dims
Contagion of air
Exhaust fumes from arrogant holes
The burning of fossil fuels sings along
Harmful and deadly acid rain
Radiation spills and drills
Nuclear accidents such sudden
The air flares corpses
Photochemical smog dances
Water droplets
They mandate tears
Say sad to aerosols
Beloved refrigerants
Sincere solvents
And majesty burning fossil fuel
Why?
On this earth, the sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
This cosmic phenomenon can’t be missed.
On this earth, the oceans are tinged blue
From where their water came
They have no clue.
On this earth, to the sea the rivers flow
At the edge of growing delta
New land is formed low.
On this earth, the winter time is cold
Northern wind spreads the mist
Dark gloomy sky can’t hold.
On this earth, flowers bloom in spring
Colors splash on green meadows
Butterflies flitter on latticed wings.
On this earth, rain forests are vanishing fast
To control global warming
We need to preserve them, we must.
On this earth, life is a unique entity
Evolution in geologic eons has caused
In the blue planet biodiversity.
On this earth, humans are species of distinction
Ravaging the pristine nature
They will surely face extinction.
April 24, 2021
Contest : Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Brother Jacob
We have no international airports but it is worth the trip
So put on your adventurer’s hat and figure out a way.
Dominica is the only place in the world you will see
A green sisserou or a red-necked parrot day to day.
You want hot springs? Try our marvelous Boiling Lake.
We have lush mountainous rain forests at the “Isle of Beauty.”
Our variety of flora and fauna cannot be duplicated anywhere else.
Making your trip worthwhile is our pleasure, our sacred duty.
Dominica is part of an island chain in the Caribbean, tis true.
We were settled by the Arawak from South America long ago.
Called the “Nature Island of the Caribbean" is our pleasure, boo.
Come see our sperm whales and spinner dolphins. None are slow.
Like other secluded islands, we are host to rare plants and animals.
A river for every day of the year, a total of three hundred and sixty-five.
Geothermal volcanic activity still forms us, so you can witness that too.
When you visit the Dominica, you will feel you are truly alive!
Her husband was a working encyclopedia.
He could spout off impressive facts
About countries, continents, rain forests.
She had never met such a wise man.
She felt lucky that he married her.
She decided to surprise him one night.
She brought him to a party.
Had not told him about playing the Trivial Pursuit game.
He was confident and cocky.
Stated over and over the manufacturer’s answers were wrong.
The next day he retaliated by bringing home a test.
Let’s take this if you dare, he said.
She asked what it was.
It’s an IQ test.
She was terrified. She knew he was the smart one.
She put him off for five days.
On the sixth day he wrote to the authors of the test
to point out all their errors.
She had outscored him by twenty-two points.
Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words
slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the majestic beast with his coat is quite warm.
Are you grasped by a mournful wolves howling woe
such lonely sadness during the bright full moon
or the growl of a grizzly rumbling off slow.
Did you hear screaming rain forests die last June
dropped by the millions and now gone forever.
most human's slept soundly the night they were hewn.
Mother Nature's anger is now our weather;
will we see forty below next September?
3/10/2021
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Content
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
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