Poetic Moments

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Halloween Fun!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Every year on All Hallows' Eve it's said,
People celebrate magic, and the dead,
Carving pumpkins and trick or treating,
Horror stories send imaginations fleeting,
Costumes, parties, prayers for those past,
Whilst pranksters have a horrific blast.

Mischief and magic are all in the air,
Making most stop and surprisedly stare,
There be ghosts, witches, goblins too,
Out to be fun, spooky and scare a few,
Jack'o'lanterns are carved and well lit,
Spooking all till the flames finally quit.

There's children going door to door,
Collecting lots of sweet treats galore,
Some look sweet, others a bit scary,
Just a basic sheet or a werewolf hairy,
All having plenty of Halloween fun,
Till bed time when it's all over, done.

Candles and lanterns are lit to recall,
Loved ones that are passed, of us all,
Some say this is a time they come visit,
Be they a gentle spirit or rather explicit,
It certainly would be one scary night,
For living who experience such a plight.

So whether you go bobbing for an apple,
Or in DIY craft and lanterns you dabble,
Be prepared for someone to at least try,
To make you jump surprised as you go by,
Perhaps it be a movie to give you a fright,
Either way, enjoy yourself this Halloween night!
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Thought Conquerer

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Darkness, shadow, unknown, daunt,
May play fear amidst one’s mind,
Perceiving their overcoming and unveiling,
To be an impossibility in kind.

Evil, dirty, counteractive, 
Out of one’s mortal reach, 
How unbecoming for one to consider,
Placing their control in breach! 

Curiously, cautiously, inquisitively,
One’s dares to delve within,
Adding an intending thought,
For this metamorphosis to begin!

Deeper, bolder, interest sparks,
To shed light upon the situation,
The challenge seems less frightening now,
Giving some time for some contemplation.

Activation, motivation, momentum, 
Starts building as if on cue,
The darkness now appears dawning,
Enlightening an evolving view.

Success, excitement, elation,
When eventually light floods in!
Thoughts positively filled with love and light,
Of a conquering warrior who’s to win!
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

Fire Dance

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
One small spark, a flicker, a sharp little pop,
Wisps of smoke dance up through the top,
As flames start their wild uncontrollable dance,
Capturing victims in a dangerous trance.

Burning all that enters it’s wild ravenous path,
Leaving behind a dead black ash aftermath,
Yet on it continues gaining great size and speed,
destroying all, be it of fauna or seed.

Alive or deceased, to it doesn’t matter,
It’s only phased by heavy rains pitter patter,
Or a firefighter in a big red, water carrying truck,
Whom hopes to extinguish it with a touch of luck.

Alas on it continues, dancing still, 
Curling up sky high trees, and on up a hill,
On it goes, till it runs out of flame and flare,
then it is the one dead from no fuel and air.

Once majestic, now all blacked out,
The relived give a celebratory shout,
Cleaning up, rebuilding, burying the dead,
’Tis now to be done, though a task to dread.

Landscapes splendour is slowly regained,
Gradually becoming less fire ash stained,
Though somewhere in everyones mind,
Worry of when a fire may dance in kind.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Mind Play

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Small, soft, rubber like,
Slowly reaching for the sky,
Widening as it slowly grows,
Till complete maturity is nigh.

Growing right up through its top,
Getting rather thick and very tall,
Roots slowly stirring right through,
Like sticky water in a tiny little ball.

As it's maturity grows so, so close,
Ever near to its very highest peak,
The future looks so vastly clear,
The past is now real dark and bleak.

Then winds gust and thunder roars!
Sticky sap now bellows up inside,
As a hot volcano builds to violently,
Rupture right across the countryside!

Then ever so extremely suddenly,
It's very own top completely explodes,
Everything just goes all everywhere!
Then around again its cycle goes.
Posted in Poetry, The Bushman Series, Uncategorized

The Bushman and The Great Fire.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
'Twas a sunny summer morning,
As The Bushman rocked in his chair,
Talking to his mighty chestnut horse,
When a spark started a flare.

It slowly crept from leaf to leaf,
Over a hill not too far away,
Gradually gaining momentum,
Burning whatever was in its way.

Soon ’twas a roaring blaze,
Engulfing flora high and low,
Sending animals scattering fast,
Whilst creating a far seen glow.

When the Bushman first did catch sight,
Of that great fires billowing smoke,
He quickly leapt up from his seat,
Making contact with the village folk.

Meanwhile that great fire spread,
Vastly over the thick bushland,
Killing all that couldn't get away,
On the very spot that they did stand.

Roos bounded and lizards scurried,
As fast as they possibly could,
Cockatoos shrieking as they flew,
Evacuating homes of twiggy wood.

The great fire was growing rapidly,
As it started burning on up the hill,
Towards The Bushman's homestead,
Creeping in every direction at will.

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Posted in Poetry, The Bushman Series

The Bushman’s Steed

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Along winding dusty tracks,

The Bushman proudly rides,

High upon his Nobel steed,

With its smooth, chestnut hide.

***

His long mane’s lightly tangled,

From winds and stormy rain,

A flick of his great mighty head,

Then He’s ready to go again.

***

His strong, long muscular legs,

After big, tiresome days do ache,

Following a night of rest and care,

Through many more he’ll make. 

***

Sporting a soft muzzle, neck and ears,

Filled with characteristic grooves,

A strong, leather saddled back,

And well shod, sturdy hooves.

***

He’s loyal to only his master,

And enjoys a fresh grass snack,

Tries his best in every terrain,

Endurance he does not lack.

***

For this mighty stallion’s pride,

Radiates from deep within his core,

A beastly being many view in awe,

Agape only to whom he may deeply adore.

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Posted in Poetry

The Bushman’s Homestead!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Deep in the amazing Australian bush,

At the end of a long winding dirt track,

Where gumtrees sway in the breeze,

And the only way in is on horseback.

***

There’s a small old mud/wood house,

With a rusting corrugated tin roof,

It’s plumbing is a basic sight to see,

And Horses only find dirt under hoof.

***

Wildlife come and go as they please,

The garden consists of wildflowers,

There’s a rocking chair by the door,

To relax in for plenty of long hours.

***

The verandah’s built for all to enjoy,

Whether they be man, bird or beast,

A tank to catch and store fresh water,

And a barbecue to cook up a feast.

***

Inside’s an old cottage appearance,

To delight a beholders inquisitive eye,

For this is the comfortable bush home,

Of the Bushman when he comes on by.

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Posted in Poetry

There’s an Elf….

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

There’s an Elf amongst my ornaments…

beside my porcelain doll,

it’s hanging by a carousel,

where next may not be droll.

***

There’s an Elf upon my Freezer,

Hiding by the grog!

Snuggled in a bowl of gemstones,

Now it’s sitting on a log.
***

There’s an Elf hiding in the schoolroom,

crouched beside the printer,

Balanced on a library book,

Let’s hope that shelf doesn’t leave a splinter!
***

There’s an Elf amongst the basketballs!

And now they’re in a shoe!

It’s hiding amongst the teddy bears,

Where next who has a clue!

***

We’ve found him in a tissue box,

And sitting by the keys,

They’ve hidden in a watering can,

Does this Elf just do as they please?

***

There’s an Elf upon an Emu egg!

Let’s hope it doesn’t crack!

And hiding in a box of candles,

Look they’re on the reindeer’s back!

***

There’s an Elf hanging on the garland,

And one stuck in the blinds!

Hiding in the children’s wardrobe,

Out to enchant their growing minds.

***

There’s an Elf amongst the cookies,

Awaiting Santa Clause,

Upon their return next Christmas season,

There’s bound to be applause.

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Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

’Tis the Festive Season!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Pudding, turkey, ham and pie,

’tis the festive season that is nigh,

Tinsel, garland and candy canes,

Join light strings in window panes,

Shopping centres hum with sound,

As great gifts are trying to be found.

***

Santa Clauses in displays are placed,

As a glittering festive atmosphere is faced,

Catchy music now constantly playing,

Whilst some family and friends all come staying,

Christmas trees are up and decorated,

For some, hiding may be contemplated.

***

As Christmas magic fills the air,

It’s spirit creeping in most everywhere,

Songs, laughter, smiling children’s faces,

Mistletoe hung around near fireplaces,

Festive decorations are near and far,

There’s even reindeer antlers on the car.

***

Holiday festivities fast on the rise,

Makes some give stressed or joyous cries,

Feasts, games, decor and lights,

Siblings caught up in holiday fights,

Summer sun or white winter snow,

Festive parties and barbecues are go,

Outdoor activities are all a rage,

Creating holiday fun for any age!

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Posted in Poetry

Let It Be…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai

A goal, a need, an immense desire,

Requiring action or support to be sought,

May not always go to plan,

If the universe has something else in thought.

…

Every book and every path,

Leading each a different way to reach the required destination,

Yet all fail time and time again deconstructing patience,

Leaving us frustrated and a tad bit uncomplacent.

…

Irrespective an intention seed of genuine need,

Even if one sources a magickal witches spell cast eloquently,

Whose every step is executed to utmost perfection,

And yet, it somehow still manages to manifest inadequately!

…

Thus perhaps a thought should be shed,

Could this goal not be resonant with one’s core?

Irrelevant to one’s holistic purpose in this universe?

Is there something else needing to be done before or instead?

…

Need it be something from a varied perspective?

Or expansion of my current stance?

‘Tis this unmanifested wish a push to align one towards a place,

Closer to one’s core in this fluid universal dance?

…

Everything’s been done to the minute detail of perfection,

Tried all known to utmost subjectification,

Perhaps ‘tis just not supposed to align with thee,

Although it’s seemed to be so necessary…

…

Thus perhaps it’s just time to let it be,

And find what really is meant to manifest one’s way,

Trusting in the universal plan,

Guiding one to what we’re to learn and foray.

………