Category: Thought Provokers

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Life goes on…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A seed,
If given the chance,
And just the right space,
Can start its life's dance,
Growing a little and learning a little,
Till it blooms to entrance.

Ever Evolving,
To survive in its world,
Preparing its future offspring,
So that they in turn may thrive unfurled,
From life long lessons already learned,
And stand confidently tall instead of timidly curled.

Alas, one day,
It's life comes to an end,
Devastating loving beholders,
Whom now grieve in their own blend,
Of life tasks never ending,
All on hold whilst this one they send.

Eventually though,
They must clamber on out,
Of the negative hole they've been thrown,
Infuse the passed throughout,
Inspirational new ideas, lives, seeds,
Arising to take them on their route.

The climb however,
Can contain, treacherous, tough terrain, 
Some slip a little whereas others fall,
Gaining grazes or stabbings of negative pain,
Thus they now learn new ways to climb,
New strengths, paths, hopes, for positive gain.

Gradually,
New seeds gain enough light,
To shine through negative pain so raw,
That even dark days may seem bright,
As positivity and productivity,
Finally start to win the fight.

Thus presently,
Buds begin to show,
Releasing their magical high,
Overflowing with radiance yet still they grow,
Soon blooming in their own life's dance,
Till they too wither, loosing their glow.
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There’s a Bird…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
There’s a bird at the bottom of my garden,
With plumage of blue and brown,
He brings his flock each a mere inch tall,
Enjoying a moment with succulents abound.

There’s a bird flitting around my garden, 
Whom thinks they’re the king of the yard!
Despite their small stature and affinity to match the cat,
This black and white one’s quite the bard.

There’s a bird strutting along in my garden,
Who’s a rare visitor white as a ghost,
Enjoying washing the dust away,
Before flying off fear to be toast. 

There’s a brown plumed bird visiting my garden,
With it’s beak reaching far above the fence!
Even if disturbed won’t run away,
Despite the dogs being a noisy menace. 

There’s a water bird upon the clothesline,
Although soon under the sprinkler,
Feathers dark as dark can be,
Unafraid this feathered friend often does linger.

There’s a bird upon the veranda,
So tiny as can be,
And just like his feathery counterparts,
Flits as he likes, wild and free.
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Waiting… With Times Metronome.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Tick, tock, tick, tocks the clock upon the wall,
Sending a quiet reminder out to one and all,
Whether it be flying on by, right away from you,
Or crawling along slowly till it finally strikes two,
That time is still continuing, even if it seems so still,
And how you use that time is what can really kill.

Perhaps you're a child sitting patiently in a class,
Waiting anxiously for the rest of the time to pass,
Someone waiting in a long line at a rather busy store,
After shopping around for their purchases galore,
A fisherman waiting on his biggest catch to bite,
Or maybe you're waiting for next Saturday night.

The nervous groom awaiting his beautiful bride,
An equestrian waiting for their next big ride,
A pregnant mother awaiting her unborn child,
Whose fears and anxiety go from severe to mild,
To think at some point down the future track,
She will be waiting for her 'help' to come on back.

We seem to spend a lot of time just waiting,
It seems to be necessary to our patience creating,
Helping prepare us for life's many test after test,
Giving us time to contemplate, learn and rest,
Providing we use our time waiting with care,
We may productively become further than there.

For in our lives so short, we have little precious time,
Thus wasting any seems our greatest personal crime,
Yet we spend so much rushing to get so little done,
The next thing we may know it's almost all gone,
Then we say it's all flown past so very quick,
But still the clock goes the same tick, tock, tick!
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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!
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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.