The day was when the crowd came out in a massive drive for the old elephant.
The graveyard was the last day of this red associate; however, they did not lie down!
Becoming a goldened tusk with ivory and diamonds, they become the shrine of the elephant!
All the populace around the waterhole went into the small town without backing down!
Moving through the small grid to the street of many walkers, the group was on arms.
An immature girl was asked about her presence, to which she stated “that it was a revolution”
These arms were a sight of pure ignorance that the past members of truth would rather stay on the farms!
Human growth is notable when each new generation fares better than the last; however, this girl was a product of de-evolution.
Hark to the fools who believe in stupidity and the false words of a toothless chia pet!
Words of honor have never passed the lips of the annoying orange!
It is time to take this person for a check-up to the vet!
You had the world of fools believing in your words! You are beyond an annoying orange!
Was Nostradamus talking about the 20th Century?
Maybe he was speaking about the 21st Century!
Fluffy white clouds in the smokey blue sky
Whilst eucalypts branch healthy and high,
Fuzzy reflections mirror and shade
Grandeur creations naturally made.
Gentle ripples boarder surrounds
Native low plants cluster close grounds,
Waterhole wonders here to behold
Breathtaking beautiful gold.
It’s a beautiful landscape of Serengeti animal refuge,
Near a parched savannah with skeleton trees, lies a water hole,
You see a beautiful picture of animal kingdom paradise,
Elephants, zebras, Giraffes, birds, and blue wildebeests, all taking a sip.
With the sky overcast with roaming grey clouds,
The receding grass land looks yellow and dry,
Wildebeests crowd the waterhole, as elephants patiently wait their turn,
It’s the lesson for human kind, how to live with others in harmony.
Wildebeest migrate every rainy season to dry grass lands,
Crossing rivers and lakes, some of them die of drowning,
Some are eaten by crocodiles, some fell prey to tigers and lions,
Their tenacity of migration, gives us the spirit to survive in hard journeys of life.
Wildebeest knows how to share the resources wisely,
They let zebras eat the hard grass top, and they eat the soft part underneath,
They also migrate in numbers, never forgetting their friendly zebras,
Showing us that group effort with friends and family triumphs over solo journeys.
Wandering in the desert
profanity infused me
Each word like a scorpion
the curses on fire
The sand an abrasive
the cactus a warning
The sting of my words
—killing prophet and liar
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Wild hedges of scarlet bottle brush
Ruby flowers catch my eye,
Busy bees kiss mauve daises
And a giant dragonfly…
Waterhole where birds are dipping
Flowing notes from natures fall,
Sunbeams sprays of light through nature
Eucalypts towering tall.
Spirits carved within the sandstone
Sacred spot where life evolved,
Peaceful place in paradise
Though mysteries remain unsolved.
A Northern Australian waterhole;
here a trapper finds his goal.
One finch to surely catch my sight
are Gouldian’s with colours bright.
Blacks, blues and greens; a purple breast.
Yellow with white below the vest.
What shame I own wanting to show -
that I had caged a living rainbow.
Elephantine Dusk
A herd of elephants stroll step for endless pacing step
Stamp mysterious majesty retreat from their waterhole
Settle for the night marching tusks on silent dust in dusk
Massive majesty blends into the looming dark’s descent
As the moon howls wolf to hyenas’ leopards’ vultures’ call
One massive saffron rise of lunar dawn prepares for slumber
Trumpets announce the silent embrace of nature’s toil on soil
Trodden cherished as snakes have slithered their serpentine charm
A symphony of flutes and lutes on the distant horizontal plane
Another day done a circle of life returned in infinite grace
When a shining orange globe disappears for a few moments
Alights the horizon of heartfelt messages under an African sky
I am a visitor prey only with vanishing vision and humble belief
Feel so small put in my place a keeper of lonely longing freedom
Imprinted below rising stars of Southern wisdom on my soul
Lie gratitude and the feeble knowledge that memories sparkle
And fade unless I listen to the elephant’s call in quiet composure
18th July 2018
THE WATERHOLE
Two elephants merge
at the waterhole ~
entanglement of trunks
one emerges as
the gray-fountain leader ~
heavyweight of the dusty road
two images wane
in monotone gloaming ~
wispy clouds of dust
8/27/2017
Waterhole of love
In the midst of boundless dune
Home of countless souls
Winter, summer, spring, or fall
All year round you stand tall
Zebra stripes
you instantly know what animal it is,
Xanthic you couldn't call it
white and black are its colours.
Viewing and naming an animal
usually needs a certain knowledge
that comes through reading and observing
Stripes are more prevalent than spots on animals
Remaining beasts are mostly of one colour
Quite a number resemble the terrain it lies in.
Perfectly camouflaged,
on a hot day most animals lie in the shade.
Natures way of keeping cool is a dip in the waterhole
Many become victims of a hiding crocodile.
Lying under the water in wait for the thirsty.
Killing them in its massive jaws
Just the same for humans who take the risk,
I wouldn't be that brave.
However the young animals find
going without water a killer.
For they can't just pop a can as they need
everyday occurrence for you and I.
Dangers lurk everywhere in the bush
Careful now as you go
Beautiful beasts everywhere
Africa where danger is a way of life
Penned 2 October 2015
A thrilling haul to the waterhole
His chronic thirst to quench
In his favourite crystal bowl
The herd enjoying the cooling of the splash
Caught head down
Couldn’t see what was to come next
Relaxing his high alert
The hooded shadow swooped down
Owning the skies like a dark cloud
Surveying the land on a glide
Silent as a pocket of air
Screening below for remote subtleties
On the prowl
For the night owl
A crash landing - a crush so foul
A high five of sharp claws
A chilling howl so fowl
A half prayer – choking on fear
Owing to his piercing eyes
The end in a flash on a pendulum swing
Under the shade of a guillotine
Of bloodlust and flesh tearing fest
Of escaping the savouring of one’s own gorge
In the brutal setting of the killing ground
To live to tell the tale
Of the fluff of his feathery tail
Slipping from the clutches of death
The scent of his life choking breath
oh how cold
the drift of migrant winds
unto the strip of lawn,
their newly planted garden
now slowly blooming
with jasmines and herbs that rise
above a pile of flakes.
Will he ever know how
she tended each bud
unfurling fingers to touch the lattice
of night stars? Her pale body leans
upon a mound as she lifts her cheeks
to seek his face on a hazy twirl of lamplight;
while December’s froth scrapes her breath
melting the dew…bending her form
which drops in a waterhole of sorrow.
.
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Poem for Carol Eastman
Sumbitted 6/19/2016
Orchard Boulevard
Heavy traffic;
Congested minds
Orchard Road crowd
Seeking diversions;
After hours delight
Beer guzzling cliques
Evening waterhole;
Downtown gathering
Shopping mall ambience
Restaurants fully booked;
Long queues waiting
Shopping spree
Bargain hunting;
Well-earned bonus
Baby boomers
Grey hairlines dyed;
Cluster to chit-chat
Evening stroll
Two old lovers;
Talking in silence
TV dinner recipe
Fruits and salad;
Crash diet plan
Ordinary moments
Triumph of simplicity;
Nothing to lose
Bills come
Regular as debt;
Payment requests
Old man,
Old woman;
Aged like brandy
Fleeting passage
Echoes in the wind;
Evening sanctuary
Write and ink
Poetic wonders;
New revelations
Blank canvas
Splash of paint strokes;
New art form
Wander far
Yet not lost;
Wonder dictates
Music strains
Piano nocturne;
Classical wit
Muse now amused
Flinging outburst;
Word-pictures spring
Relax and listen
Ink flow records;
Haiku prospects
Leon Enriquez
06 Mar 2014
Singapore
To Understand
by Odin Roark
How unrelenting the quest
To seek the waterhole
Beyond the mirage
Where the persistent ethereal holds court
Determining survival
Either to perish
Or suspend the next step
Perhaps to understand
Such stumbles the imperceptible
That quixotic hold
Our unknown resolve embraces
Shackling the moment
Seductive anticipation for few
Suffering for many
Foreplay for some
Climactic anticipation for most
How provocative
This lure to comprehend
Yet upon acquired answers
Surges the letdown
Some might speculate
There is no finite knowledge
Only the appetite to pursue
Our curiosity driven acceptance
Savoring intellectual small portions
Emotional gorging
Mindful drunkenness
Exhausted deliverance
Knowing it is but an interim
To the day’s darkening horizon
Perhaps what we choose to believe
Some hold as refutable comprehension
Is simply that which struggles beyond
The empirical benchmark of science
The surreal thus far not witnessed
A sunrise coming
Behind the waterfalls
is where they go to die.
To dip their ivory hearts
in water gems and rainbow mist
for one final time....
Remembering, once upon an ancient path
when great gray trumpets walked a line
from waterhole to waterhole.
Nothing to fear
but the season of dry.
Raising young
like the sun lifts the sky
so strong- so lovingly.
Her last thought,
when she was a sprite,
Light-footed, bright, amber eyed.
Playing tag amidst the gray pillars of her life
trunk snapping the wind.
Hymns of the ancients, tickling veined ears.
Living forever, beyond the waterfalls.
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