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Dust Field Blooms

Posted on November 21, 2023November 20, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Fields, plains, paddocks vast,
Dust overtaking all ‘till clouds rain’s cast,
Yet at first not near enough to reduce dust blast,
By the slightest of wind’s breeze fast.

Until finally enough rain may fall,
To satisfy the vast quench of all,
Be they the tiniest of insects so small,
Or mightiest of ancient trees strong and tall.

Before one’s eye’s what was once dust,
Into it’s rejuvenation cycle ‘tis thrust,
Where witnesses may finally see greenery unfurl with lust,
That sprouts and blooms from the Earth’s very crust. 

‘Till all appears oasis lush,
Replenished tree’s and blooming bush,
Flowers and grass thriving seemingly in a rush,
Yet without ongoing abundance - all back to dust it shall just crush.

Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Coastal Dreamer

Posted on November 16, 2023November 20, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Sitting upon my porch one hot dusty afternoon,
My mind began a wandering off away,
To a glistening golden sandy beach,
Where tall green palm trees back ’n’ forth calmly sway.

Where crystal blue ocean waves are softly breaking,
On the luxurious soft, sun warmed sand,
Seagulls quickly scavenging for their food,
Whilst young children clasp seashells in their hand.

Where the Moon and Sun rise from an ocean horizon,
Playful dolphins are jumping up through the sky,
The sound of waves crashing on nearby rocks,
People staring at giant whales swimming by.

Thus with a drink in hand I stroll along,
Enjoying the salty breeze in my hair,
The warm, damp, sand moulds around my toes,
Whilst my sequinned silk dress adds it’s own flair.

Smells of a BBQ come from the path ahead,
Where everyone’s only smiles to be found,
There’s a salad bar fully freshly stocked,
With the season’s abundance from all around…

Then a gust of hot, dry, dusty wind,
Blows right through my outback garden to my face,
Snapping me right back to my dusty, dry, reality,
And the chaos of this days pace.

Yet, there’s an element of my mind wanting to stay,
Wanting the daydreams energy to harden,
Alas, it merely makes a mild wave through the day,
Thus For now dreamland must grant my pardon.

Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Life goes on…

Posted on November 9, 2023November 8, 2023 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.

Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

There’s a Bird…

Posted on November 7, 2023November 6, 2023 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.

Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Waiting… With Times Metronome.

Posted on November 2, 2023November 1, 2023 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!

Poetry, Uncategorized

Halloween Fun!

Posted on October 30, 2023October 29, 2023 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!

Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Thought Conquerer

Posted on October 26, 2023October 25, 2023 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!

Poetry, Uncategorized

Fire Dance

Posted on October 23, 2023 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.

Poetry, Thought Provokers, Uncategorized

Mind Play

Posted on October 20, 2023 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.

Poetry, The Bushman Series, Uncategorized

The Bushman and The Great Fire.

Posted on October 17, 2023 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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