Jump, climb, chase, and growl
A feline menace is on the prowl
Giant cats that sleep in trees
Unleashed, they just want to be free
A coat of many tricolored dots
Roaming the forest where it gets hot
"Lost, in a fight for survival, a man refuses to succumb to a harsh wilderness." - quote by poet.
A great aerial adventure comes to
A harrowing end for one man.
His hot air balloon malfunctions;
It comes crashing down in the middle
Of a vast sea of trees.
He is quite fortunate to be alive,
But sustained injuries in the crash.
He shot his flare gun up in the air;
The only one in his possession.
T'was all for naught. Now what?
He has combed through the crash site
For his dislocated phone in vain.
Rainy jungle, untamed; It's no place to wait
For rescue. Wild animals roam here;
It teems with insects and snakes, too.
On the move with a badly broken leg,
He beats his way through the undergrowth
Back to civilization. Danger lurks
In every corner, but with strong faith
And resourcefulness, he pushes forward...
Nature is calling,
your hips swaying.
A light snowfall takes
place in a winter
breeze.
The footprints of a doe
and her fawn grace the
land in fragments.
Broken bits of
grass poke out
from where they
were last seen, in
brown, sticky
patches.
A moose,
a rabbit,
a raccoon—
resting, rejuvenating,
saving their strength.
Birds chirp,
wolves howl.
I close my eyes
and know I’ve
made it.
Did you make it
to Italy, sparrow?
For I am yet to
make it there.
I wish
you well.
"Black Panther"
Stalking
Danger to prey
Primal senses drive bloodlust
Jungle floor, once green, now seeps red
Teeth sink in; life cycles
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Beaming sculpture whittled by awning clouds over blue sea
Ethereal beauty tinged in brown, green and yellow shea
Aerial bliss, flaunting on leaves-sunkissed
Under and over my wings, I breathe your scented mist
Talons I sprawl, your branches I grip
Yonder sanctuary, your soothing shield I trip
Amongst beauties of nature, your heights majestic
Narwhals of blue seas, unicorns of Atlantic
Dying depths of roots underlying masses so cryptic
Marshes of hidden paradise, your abode of beauty
Attached is madness of ethnic humanity
Desecrating pristine ages of dreamt forest
Nesting on mantels, burning unrest
Eaves of succulent leaves, carved barks and branches
Streaming on saps and man's cold blood
Sweet and sour blend of beauty and madness
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.
I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.
The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.
Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived my mind.
A healing spring, with powers to restore,
A gift from God, forever in store.
Idanre's hills, a tourist's delight,
A haven for nature, in all its might.
Longevity and prosperity, God's blessings true,
Reflect in the people, with hearts anew.
Their men and women, handsome, beautiful, and strong,
Beholders of beauty, with hearts that belong.
Producers, problem solvers, with a spirit so bright,
United in ceremony, with love and delight.
Australia is so beautiful
Tropical forests go on forever
Plants not known anywhere else
Brightly colored flowers bloom
And grasses reach into the sky
So many animals, insects and birds
Life abounds in every meter
You must always be careful
Make sure you wear the right clothes
All Australians know the truth
Everything in Australia wants to kill you
So just stay locked in your car
You may be safe
But that is not guaranteed
© Poem – XIX/II/MMXXV
LRET
Unexpectedly
inspired by a Péladan jeremiad,
the red moon laughs at the sea
and the possum-ness of the possum;
Churlish blood rays remain
a never never world utterance of the jungle,
Every lupercalian dragonfly
conspires with brooding
red hibiscus flowers;
On a night like this,
all creation winces and endures
before melting into a black water mirage
of broken feverish brush strokes
and fruit bats in a mangrove swamp.
The dark intestine of the sea
Swallowed a colony of moonlit bats,
God laughed and threw a new
Canopic jar of graceful waves
For Set and Horus to quarrel over;
God smiled again and the darkness
Stampeded over distant green hills,
Horus cried and Set fainted;
God grimaced and the luminous
Blackness enveloped every flower,
Ancient cliffs and ghastly crabs remained
Transfixed by limpid moonshine;
But the pale owl wrapped its feathers
Around the spirit of every paperbark tree;
Victorious as ever, Pallas traced
The eldritch mnemonics of the Big Dipper
To the earth and Arcturus
Rejoined in an angelic syzygy
Feel privilege
Walk like model
Full trees runway.
Why do I have peace
Inside your forest, Father
That everytime I do here
My mind is recharge
Just a breathe for 10 seconds
My perspective change
My eyes start to wonder
In appreciation the beauty
You give to my eyes
Everything I see is life
Of art and of poetry
Inside of me rekindle
Are charging, rearranging
Your river here is so cool
Clear and cleansing
Your trees are like my friends
I hug their trunk and talk
To them my problems, my plans
My visions, even my secrets
I ask your trees for guidance
For answers and for miracles
To take place in my life.
That's how I do here in your forest, Father
Releasing my worries, unleashing
My doubts, my fears, my problems
After these are done, Father
I am cleanse, i am comforted, i am free
That's how you help me with your forest, Father
Not to mention, the adventure, the relaxation
That you have given your forest to ne, Father
Thank you, Father for all the benefits
For all the favor of your forest to me, Father.
a river raging
suffocating sunflowers
ripping up the roots
Amongst thick green foliage and twigs of forest canopy
are the haunting melodies of the heavenly feathered souls,
mud puddles ripple each note that vibrate to fill airy goals,
some grieving angels from heaven may stop here to feel happy.
Awaken with the break of a tangerine dawn
bathing you in its Crimson sacredness !
Meditate with the majestic Pine trees
Towering the skies
Transcending the temporal !
Dance among the wild poppies and lupines
Reveling in your freedom and aliveness!
Like Robins and Jays
Singing Life's joyous melodies
Live with abandon, moment to moment !
Blend into the green inkiness of the wooded
foliage
Dissolving into its Pure Beingness!
Fall in love with Twilight's magical moments
That mimics life's ephemerality!
Surrender to the Silence
Of the dark night
Deep within the cave of your heart !
Slip into sweet slumber of Everlasting Bliss
Caressed by the forest 's gentle breath!!
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