Tag: Australia

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment of Aligning Polarities Amidst a Heatwave

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When temperatures average well above 40 right through most of the day,
Finding ways to survive can be a challenge on its own let alone keeping cool,
Thus when cooling elements are found differences can be at times ignored,
Irrespective it be a river/sprinkler/air conditioning or lounging by a pool…

For ’tis true not just for people when roads start becoming a sticky mess as they melt,
But for those seeking a cooler moment in the ever interesting animal kingdom too,
As in times like these ’tis nothing for birds to bring their babies to rest in the sprinklers mist with the cat,
Cautiously trusting they’re safe though seemingly knowing if they give him his space it’ll hold true.

Or a flock of magpies to join the bush doves and younger kangaroos in a damper spot,
Where water has sat after rain or from sprinklers in the heat of the morn before,
As aligning polarities amidst a heatwave means so many more can continue to survive,
Even if it means kingfishers and magpies taking turns so all get their cooler times galore!

For keeping cool amidst a heat wave in the outback ’tis near an art,
And in its mastering one can make all the difference to all whom thrive,
Whilst as humans we can only observe and support the ways the wildlife seraphically align,
Their polar lifestyles perspectives in a way that allows all cooling moments within their stride!
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Birdwatching in the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into or visualise a shrubby area of the Australian Outback,
Then take a slowed deep breath whilst finding themselves a comfortable spot to stay awhile,
One may experience an abundance of enchanting things that most on a bush walk,
Would pass by with minimal notice due to their focus and walking style…

Such as the colourful wrens and finches whom flit through the bushes with grace,
Shade spectrum’s of violet thru blue ~ yellow, shades of brown and reds too,
Hopping from branch to twig near unnoticeable to the alternatively distracted eye,
Like fairies going about their day through the blue grey bushes where we’ve near not a clue.

For bright green parrots and budgies may be obvious as the fly by our heads,
And cockatoos in their colourful array are as easy to spot as the Major Mitchel and Galah,
Yet the likes of the bush doves and honeyeaters join the smaller kingfishers in being lesser seen by far.

As to experience the delight of seeing one of these more infinitesimal varieties of birdlife hidden away,
One need be mindful of the seraphic location and be quietly lackadaisical yet alert to their way,
For if one can venture beyond the illusion of these delightful beings being rare,
One may be in for an enchanting experience that can be mystifyingly magical to compare!
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Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Amongst Wonders of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one ventures into the Australian Outback,
Red sand often lies beneath one’s feet with clear blue skies overhead,
Whilst the plant life tends to bring it’s blue grey backdrop,
Unless it’s autumn or spring and the wild flowers bloom painting a floral rainbow instead…

Thus in midsummer when the gum’s finished blooming - ’tis too hot anytime but dusk and dawn,
To venture outside to enjoy the bushland without iced drinks and unavoidable sunburn…   
So in the momentary magical moment when ’tis daylight yet mildly cool,
One can venture into the Aussie bushland on clear tracks safely from the heat in turn.

For enjoying the cockatoos squawking from the tree they call home for the night,
Though nearly excruciatingly loud if theres more birds than tree ’tis certainly an unforgettable sight,
The breeze wisps through the tree leaves blowing the cares from your aura and mind,
And while ever the snakes and goannas steer clear of your path your far from in a bind.

Though one can often not smell much more than dust… unless rain’s nearby and gidgee wreaks,
Which would blast this moment far from the lackadaisical seraphic without a few imminent tweaks,
Thus otherwise onwards one ventures with a splashing of wonder, caution, and care,
Enjoying the bushland’s magic surrounding you with all it’s fascinating flair.

For to have a flock of wrens flit about their way through the bushes beside is a magical moment,
And to notice the array of plant variations in just one area can be near mind boggling,
As when one happens across a gidgee grove it can feel like a lost twisting ’n’ turning forest,
A field loaded with saltbush varieties ~ a dried swap of gumtrees ~ the diversities constantly toggling.

 Thus when ever one finds an appropriate moment to venture into the bushland of the Australian Outback,
Close your eyes, take a long slow breath, open your mind and go forth boldly,
As whether it be in the form of via a movie, meditation, or for those of us luckily enough to go in reality,
The magic and enchantment one can experience shall never be an element to pass one by coldly.
Adjourn To Venture further through bushland moments in your mind

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Appreciating an Outback Moon

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When ’tis summertime in the Australian Outback,
Water becomes life ~ be it water sports, drinks, or sprinklers…
Bush fires burn away debris, storms wreak havoc washing so much away,
And venturing outside in the over 40 degree midday is generally dodged by shade seekers…

Thus while the sun prefers set way after 8pm and children rebel going to bed,
One cannot help but enjoy the soft replenishing cool of the midnight moon,
Whilst she boldly illuminates the vast, clear, star strewn Outback skies,
Allowing all to work their nights away in the cooler weather as it looms.

For even on the darker nights when she shan’t shine as brightly,
The glow of the moon or lack of still brings her element though more lightly,
 Allowing all to take reprieve from the long days epically sweltering heat,
In turn in places bringing a welcomed chill that one gratefully finds sweet.

For ’tis when the plants come back to life after wilting in the sun all day,
The time when the animals enjoy coming out to eat and play,
As surviving the Australian Outback’s summer day’s an endurance task in the least,
Even for those designed to withstand the elements be they bird, plant or beast… 

Thus why in the summer the moon’s intensity shines so boldly a reprieve,
Allowing all to replenish their body’s and souls ‘fore in the morn she takes her leave,
As when the dawn chorus refreshed from a cooler night take their stage to gently sing,
The sun shall rise to announce again ’tis yet another long hot day now commencing.
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Creating Ideas from Adventures Down a Rabbit Hole…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
There comes a moment for most in todays world,
When we require to research a topic or find a thing,
Leading us down a rabbit hole of online mayhem,
That search engines believe they can locate with a fling…

However more often than not though they are a great tool,
They leave one flailing around feeling like the frustrated fool,
As unless one can get the search terms just right,
They’ll fall into a trapdoor of attempting to find the thing half a night.

Then just when one thinks they’ve found what they set out to find,
One’ll uncover they’re now in a bind as ’tis sold out/out of area/an outdate source,
Leaving one to wonder if ’twas all worth the time and mental force,
To still be where one began though now with a headache to remind.

Defeated, deflated, all round ready to transpire on to another task,
One truly starts to wonder why finding something so simple can be so hard an ask,
Then mentally ventures to designing ones own variant of said desire,
And how it would be so easy if only there was a way to create all it shall require..

But what if there was… what if there was a way to make what one cannot find…
Whilst there is of course though ~ for most we leave ideas like these in our mind,
For creating ideas from adventures down a rabbit hole leaves most in a bind..

Whether we don’t have the slightest idea where to start,
Think we don’t have the knowledge or resources to begin such an endeavour,
Sometimes all one needs is an idea and a not so subtle push…
For anyone can create in today’s world ~ ’tis not just for the elite and overly savvy or clever…

Thus why I believe everyone has all they need if ’tis resonant,
To venture through thepoeticlife2.biz and all that awaits,
Within the array of knowledge and support which it leads one to,
Is truely all one needs and more when applied with existing knowledge and expertise to whatever one creates.
Venture thru to a place abundant with knowledge/support for Idea creation!
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Upon the Road

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Close your eyes a moment ~ picture yourself turning on your preference of vehicle,
The motor roaring to life near on your command ~ sorry this one won’t work too well with a bicycle…
You prepare whatever need be as the motor warms a touch to use with ease,
‘Fore venturing out of one’s parking place to wherever your mind shall please,
Those lucky enough to be out of town you know of watching the dust cloud trailing behind,
Though for those enjoying civilisation there’s a reason this is designed to be in your mind… 🙂

For when one’s driving in the smallest amount of bull dust even a kid on a push bike can make a scene,
And Machinery ‘tis slow enough it can at times make the untrained eye question if ’tis dust or where a fire’s been…
Thus as you drive to the conditions with dust trailing behind in a near unmistakable cloud,
Music though optional ’tis bound to be an element that’s fun and usually loud…

Eventually the rather fun road of dust and rocks unmistakably turns to one with tar,
Which if one’s got newer mud tyres on can make you question if something’s wrong with the car…
Experiencing the hum of the vehicle ~ irrespective of where you happen to sit,
Is one rather polar to boring if you actually tune your mind into it…
As a diesel engine irrespective the vehicle has a tendency to roar like a mechanical beast,
Though I’ve less knowledge of other variants I’ve heard those with the least ‘Dino juice’ roar the least..

Then the noise of the road can also vary insanely dependant on the quality of road and ones tyres…
Ie: muds on a chunky sealed road is from a nightmare whereas all terrains on a sweet smooth road has a dreamy hum to it’s outliers,
Thus to say the sounds of the road can be a hypnotic affair be they aloud,
Probably explaining why so many enjoy time behind the wheel or out on whichever road their life has them found…
Posted in Bush poetry, Poetry

Once Upon an Adventure…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Rubber to red sand whilst the sun’s just awake,
Summertime memories for children ’tis time to make,
Thousands of kilometres of bitumen lies further ahead,
Lacking phone reception creates an element to dread…

Yet once the wildlife adjourns to sleep for the day,
Only holes in the road and whining stands in your way,
For going anywhere from the outback ’tis an endurance task,
Despite the fun road trip element it is not something for the faint hearts.

Wheel turn by wheel turn passing only one or two others,
One may soon realise six hours have gone by in a blur,
You start questioning your sanity in deciding to undertake such a trip,
Though the reasons in their excited smiles give you a conclusion to concur…

Destination after destination filled with family/friends and fun,
A giant cow, extremely oversized fruit, and a golden guitar,
Winding by rivers along backroad’s albeit by accident,
Can make a bush to beach and back road trip more interesting by far!

Though there’s always an element of when wheels return to bull dust,
That makes coming home such a bittersweet delight,
Reducing future adventures plans to the back of one’s mind to lust,
As storm’s roll through rinsing them away from one’s conscious plans sight.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Walking Along a Dam Bank

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture yourself walking along the bank of a fresh water source,
’Tis irrelevant it be similar a lake, large pond or dam,
All’s needed is a vast element of a watery ecosystem with bushland beside,
For this moment to unveil it’s serene lackadaisical plan…

Now as you’re walking note the birds in the shrubbery and trees,
Whom are going about their day ignoring your proximity as they do as they please…
Cockatoo’s/galahs/parrots unmistakably coloured fly right overhead,
As you stroll along the bank that’s more often grey than red…

The odd larger fish swims paradoxical in the edge of the water,
For the ducks fishing for a meal nearby are too small for it to bother,
The hawks and eagles perched in the taller of trees however,
Make it’s decided swimming place seem rather far from clever…

You then notice a dragonfly hovering adjacent your current path,
Enchanted you watch as ’tis soon joined by another or few,
All zipping making them hard to follow then they hover or land as though on cue,
One lands on your arm ~ the buzzing of their wings making you laugh…

Eventually though like most things your seraphic walk along this bank,
Concludes as the sun sets too low to continue safely meandering,
Thus you return to your day with body and mind more open to self mastering,
Knowing your moment at least mentally in Mother Natures grasp has an element to thank.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Upon Serene Sand

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture for a moment - you’re lounging in a hammock,
It sways in a way that lulls the chaos of the day into the distance,
Thus your mind wanders to thoughts of cocktails/sand/waves upon the shore,
As the heat of the day allows these cooling thoughts minimal resistance…

The parrots in the trees above brighten and enchant your mind,
Whilst the light breeze makes the heat more bearable as does your once iced drink,
Though swaying palm trees and tropical weather may seem more picturesque than hot dry gum,
The lack of seagulls to swipe your snacks is a welcome element to think…

However when one’s the serenity of swaying in a supportive hammock,
’Tis irrelevant if the warm sand is red or golden nor the trees be palm or gum,
One’s mind is still floating away upon serene sand in your thoughts,
 While ever the breeze is cool and gentle and one’s time for the fun…

Thus with your mind at a secluded spot where theres sand,
The breeze amongst the leaves needs little imagination to illusion waves that crash,
As you enjoy the bliss induced state you find yourself now in,
Thoughts of life’s chaos dissolving away seemingly near gone in a flash…

 Yet like most things this moment upon serene sand can only last so long,
You need venture back into the world at some point ‘fore it thwarts off your balance,
Though at any moment your hammock eagerly awaits your return,
So you can once again enjoy the serenity of this blissful dance.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment: When The Water Flows

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture for this moment, you’re standing in a dried up creek,
The ground is either cracked open or thick, silty, bull dust ’tis what lies at your feet…
The surrounding flora and fauna is depleted, dying, wilted and weak,
And if all that wasn’t horrific enough summer brings it’s blistering dry heat…

Yet an element of hope comes in a darkening sky over ones head,
Winds start cooling ‘fore adjusting to bring perspectives of just a dust storm to fret,
One can now see nothing other than the outback’s delightfully bold sand’s red,
Then the sky opens up to deluge so in a blink everything’s soaking wet.

Within moments one notices this storm’s starting to ease from its peak,
It’s severity settling in to just a steady intensity that seems rather sweet,
After the destruction it’s already blown and washed in it’s streak,
’Tis now the style of rain some dream of - with a steady, heavy… beat.

Eventually the seraphic rain dissipates to clear skies of blue,
The creek is now again flowing, though it may be rather debris strewn,
Surrounding nature’s replenished though the much cooler weather plays it’s part in that too,
All enjoying each moment of the waters refreshing, resounding tune.