Tag: Bush poetry

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 Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Energetically Dissolving Layers of Illusion

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When we find ourselves facing layers of illusion,
In whatever mysterious form they may appear to be,
Often we want to just view it from a perspective of ignorance,
Wanting to ignore it and accept what it wants us to believe or flee…

Yet if one opts to though uncomfortable to face one can peer through the smog,
Dissolve the illusion through a simple mini mindful moments monologue…
Thus sit back and relax ~ let the day’s weight lighten for this moment,
And take a long slow deep breath in… then out ~ as ’tis a necessary component…

Now just picture yourself in a blue grey bush style clearing,
Red sand’s ‘neath velvet green moss under foot ~ bird song’s all one’s hearing,
You cannot see beyond as it appears to be a rather warm yet foggy morn,
You think ’tis mid morning though you cannot see the sun you believe it is way after dawn…

Here’s where we now cue the fun of this and tear through the illusion,
See the fog symbolically as the element that is causing you the confusion…
Now smell the air… and realise it’s far from fog ~ perhaps smoke, thick sleet or rain,
Let it seep into all of your senses and evolve your perspective to whichever you align without pain…

Then step forwards and allow it to vigorously rain ~ washing away all you once thought to be fog…
Thoroughly cleansing you and all that lies in your bushland surrounds,
Before the sunshine breaks through… revealing what lay hidden beneath,
That the foggy illusion had covered which can now be known to you in abounds…

Yet one need always remember it takes more than just one moment,
To fully enlighten one to any well buried in illusion hidden component,
Each time does however reveal it further to your conscious perception,
Thus further extinguishing and in turn dissolving illusions deception.
Adjourn for further support and guidance through facing illusions

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, 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 Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Stuck in a Fence

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When a lizard gets stuck in a fence,
They may think their time is done,
That the quest they’ve been on for the morn,
Has left their life’s scoreboard none…

Yet with a helping hand to adjust the fence,
They’re soon out of their deathly bind,
Despite pooping all over their supporter,
Whom has been nothing short of kind…

Like this reptile in their miscalculated mishap,
We can all get caught sometimes and need a hand,
How we thank them for it however,
Can have more to do with where we land…

For when we create something we craft to perfection,
Follow all our plans ~ execute everything without misdirection,
Yet still somehow get ‘stuck in the fence’ and not know how,
We got into said predicament or the way to get out now…

And the longer we’re stuck frustrations start to grow and build,
Despite our attempts to free ourselves through being strong willed,
We need support and guidance to release us from our bind,
Thus perceiving we can do it all alone ’tis purely an illusion of our mind.

So go forth now ~ commence planning your desired creations,
Just remember to seek support when you reach the unknown,
For gaining guidance from those whom know what you don’t,
’Tis abundantly better than being stuck in a fence that you by yourself have thrown.
Don’t get stuck in the fence… gain the support you’ll need To Succeed Via this button! 🙂

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.

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Beneath a Gumtree

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture a moment ~ you’re gently swinging in a hammock chair,
Hanging from the strong branch of a beautiful gumtree in bloom,
The scent of which isn’t overpowering but surprisingly delicate,
Creating a rather seraphic moment you wish would turn into a lackadaisical afternoon…

The breeze is gentle, but bold enough to blow debris from your aura thus easing your mind,
There’s birds whom are quietly going about their day amongst the blossoms above,
In a way thats causing a few ants to fall from the branches though unbothering,
You cannot help but notice their determination as they venture back to that they love.

Thus as you sip a beverage and enjoy the lull of the supportive chair’s sway,
Your thoughts start abandoning the stressing elements of your chaotic day,
And venture to similar seraphic moments like this you’ve before experienced in this way,
Allowing the feeling they bring to further align in your being so for longer they can stay…

For when we find ourselves in quiet moments of bliss rather seraphic,
We can find ourselves longing to bring them into our lives all the more,
Yet though we may desire this it would throw off life’s balance,
Creating higher levels of chaos than what would otherwise be in store…

So knowing that this moment can be but a moment in your day,
Beverage consumed you venture back into the delightful foray,
Of tasks and other elements that bring balance to your personal lifestyle,
Looking forward to tomorrows moment ~ beneath the gumtree a while…
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Upon a Summers Eve

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into the outback upon a starlit night,
One would find ‘tis alive with more than mosquitoes that bite,
For the outback is more awake during a summers night than the day,
As the earth cools a fragment and the wildlife all come out to play…

Kangaroo’s and other herbivores venture to roadsides for a mouthful of the greenest grass,
Often with minimal acknowledgment of the vehicles that may pass,
Whilst pigs root around annoying many a home bound dog,
And nightlights attract Insects to the delight of both gecko and frog.

Rodents hop and scamper trying to find their own feast,
Though they’re on the radar of cat, snake and owl at the least,
Despite being cute the likes of the kultar can be a formidable little beast,
When caught by an unknowing opponent who thinks their own hunger’s to be ceased.

The plants enjoy a touch of reprieve from the heat,
After blistering sun rays have all day long on them beat,
The cool of the moon and the bright twinkling stars,
Providing their enchantment to all whom need venture out often in cars…

For though the outback ‘tis always a rather magical place,
Upon a summers eve is certainly near always the case,
When all whom hide from the heat of each scorching hot day,
Come out into the night to do what they need ‘neath the stunning display of the milky way…