Tag: life

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Autumnal Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
After a blistering outback summer near unbearable,
The likes of Gidgee take their turn to bloom,
Whilst animals and people all around enjoy the reprive,
And campfires are planned beneath the April moon.

For soon shall be the time for camping trips,
Bush Adventures and the like galore,
As the Australian Outback comes back to life,
When most of the reptiles take their turn to snore!

Gardeners and farmers sow the winters seeds,
And pray their efforts bring forth that intended rather than abundant weeds,
Native mammals take their turn to be more active,
Whilst the colours of an autumnal outback have their moment to believe.

Thus from Gumtrees cooler shades of grey blue,
To Gidgee’s bumble bee blossoms blooming on cue,
Contrasting the dirt to seem a shade redder in hue,
Though seraphically beautiful ‘tis parallel to springtimes slew.

The more gentle rains bring green grasses back,
Bird life’s change from summer predators to winter finches seems near a hack,
As new surprises have a tendency to never lack,
For ‘tis that fun part of the year commencing when Australia cools its way into an Autumnal Outback!

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Imagine Business; a more poetic way…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Ever imagine what your life would be like,
If you could have an abundant income without ‘going' to work all day near everyday?
Imagine a moment the quality of life you could live,
If your money came in through your passions in a dreamy, poetic style of way…

Imagine waking up in your ultimate dream house,
Multiple notifications awaiting you upon your phone,
The day ahead is a plan of your own creation,
And ‘tis purely flexible rather than set in another’s stone.

Imagine if you could monetise your life’s passion,
In a way that could increase your security in the financial fashion,
Amongst the lifestyle it is you wish you could create,
Well guess what! I’m about to tell you a way to it you can actually navigate!

For business in today’s world is no longer always what it used to be,
A business nowadays can be whatever your mind can bring into reality,
With the right knowledge one can monetise their passions or a hobby,
From wherever life happens to take them; for being refined to a desk -
 Once all set up with this style of business one is free! 

So now, imagine what you envision to be a more poetic way of business,
And guide your mind a touch away from all the floaty, dreamlike fizz,
Where one can find a very real path that doesn’t require you to be any kind of whizz,
Though for more you’ll need to;
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Where an array of information and inspiration awaits to guide you
 further through that which it is!
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Woe be the Pen…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Pen to paper, butt to chair,
 Inspiration can come from anywhere,
Though the messages we usually need to write,
Tend to come the wrong side of midnight,
Or at times we really cannot pick up a pen,
Which in turn creates it’s own degree of frustration.

Though frustrating as it may be,
Writing ’tis something that needs to flow naturally,
For when it’s forced it becomes less enchanting,
Both in content and process - the contrast may be startling,
Yet to only write when words flow can be far from practical,
Thus creating a thought seemingly more theatrical.

For woe be the pen that happens to use an abundance of ink,
Along with the thoughts that fly a writer to tears brink,
Yet they near always occur around the same challenging time,
Damaging our balance, tolerance to which most despair less sublime,
So on one continues; their quest to create something seraphic,
Though the process of said path may turn a tad more dramatic.

Whilst those whom see this wordly warrior use pen for a sword,
~ Whose hope is they’ll merely not despise though dreams they’ll applaud,
Making the perceived moments of torture much less of a fight,
’N’ the visualisation of completion becomes all the more sweeter a devine sight, ~
Look on in confusion as to why they would choose for them this plight,
Unaware ’tis often not a choice for often a writer’s a writer cause they just HAVE to write!

 Yet on they shall sludge - letter vie beautiful letter,
Creating something they hope shall make at least a day better,
For knowledge that they can make a life more inspired with words,
Can drive a writer by force to design them by heards,
Yet all writers know that there are words that fall flat,
And that it may be all, none or most of theirs worthy only the ear of a cat.

But to have that hope of inspiration can spur most to pen or keyboard,
Knowing there’s always a chance it be their next word to have soared,
Away to the multiverse that be coded or traditional print,
Often praying the right person happens to find their way to it with a hint,
Of curiosity enough to read right to the pieces far end,
To find the whole intention of what the creation ’tis supposed to send.
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the Kingfisher’s come to call.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the butterfly’s flutter amongst the flowers,
Upon a cool late summer morn,
A Kingfisher or three come to visit our garden,
Bringing many to their window to fawn.

For these quiet pocket sized hunters,
Are quite a sight to behold,
For though they could hide in a coffee cup,
They perch in clear sight bright and bold.

With sapphire plumage highlighted with yellow,
A white collar and breast to match,
A clear shot of one with a good camera,
‘Tis something of a rather rare catch.

For they tend to be always diligent,
Ready to be come and gone in a moment,
Not wary but mindful of the cat,
For they don’t find him a worthy opponent.

Though ‘tis their spear like beak and speed,
That they deem to be their prized assets great,
Despite their unmissable characteristics,
They rarely slip to fate. 

For when the Kingfisher’s come to call,
‘Tis a delight to one and all,
Unless you happen to be their prey,
They tend to leave one in a happier day.

Posted in Bush poetry, Info Poem, Nature, Poetry

Living in the Aussie Outback…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Red sand, 4 wheel drives, goanna’s on the run,
Life in the Australian bush is known for being fun!
Big Red Kangaroos, and emus running by,
While a mighty wedge tail eagle soars up in the clear blue sky!

Whilst for the most life in the bush is sweet to say the least,
Unless it happens to be midsummer… post rain… and the mozzies start to feast.
Thus there’s a very valid reason the tourists tend to come round June,
Summer can be down right dangerous despite natures sweet tune.

For when the rain deluges in horizontal, blowing everything askew,
And goanna’s decide to accompany you when you happen to use the loo,
Whilst venomous snakes move into the garden as if invited right on cue,
And you can’t venture through a doorway without checking for;
 An abundance of creatures that could be lurking to fall on you…
Not to mention the array of spiders which after all that don’t seem so bad,
And the flies that when mixed with heat and dust are near enough to send one mad.

Though if perchance you can handle enduring all of that,
The great Australian outback can be a blast (just don’t forget a solid hat).
With many an adventure awaiting all whom dare,
And for those of us that live out here that’s everyday with flare,
For the vast Aussie bushland is abundant with ever changing beauty and grace,
One just need remember to stay diligently mindful or she’ll fast put you in your place.

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Living the Poetic Life.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to live a poetic kind of life?
Wondered how you would feel if you ‘had it all’?
A beautiful home where you’re present for your kids,
Income that doesn’t crash if you happen to fall…

To be able to wake up each morning,
With only the universe and your kids to sway your plans for the day,
To be in charge of what and when you plan to achieve,
All it is you dream to manifest prosperously your way.

Well, let me tell you something seemingly crazy,
Not only is it possible, but very doable ‘less one gets lazy,
I know this to be true for I’ve been applying it myself,
And the growth from learning the skill set is life changing within itself!

For being able to balance getting everything done,
Be it work, home duties, parenting or fun,
Without burn out, struggles, or stress but instead being present to thrive,
Guiding my children through their schedules, whilst achieving my own endeavours and feeling truly alive.

It’s already taken me from feeling like a worn out robot,
With dreams and aspirations sitting gathering dust and rot,
To being able to rest, heal and learn what I need,
To thrive alongside my children feeling anew and freed!

To actually work on that which I love to do,
Instead of it stuck on a shelf seemingly with super glue,
And watch it grow and bloom like flowers in fertile soil,
 From the mere moments needed for me to blissfully toil. 

Can still make my mind boggle through aspects of the computation,
Of being able to design and manifest to the limits of imagination,
Whatever it is one’s desire wishes into creation,
Can actually near always be done once one’s the education.

Though not always is education needed in the traditional way,
For there’s also new variations that are here to stay,
That one can study and apply whilst guiding their children’s day,
Within moulded moments as they study and play.

And the learning pathway ‘tis not one to fret,
For I’ve ways to guide you through here at thepoeticlife2.net ! 
Be it elements of evolving one’s perspectives mindset,
Healing from that which holds you back or learning how to monetise your ideas for your most prosperous moments yet!

To learn about a poetic way to earn; click here!

Though if perhaps one needs a deeper healing element upon one’s current path:

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Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Endurance be Mine.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
‘Waking up’, starting a new endeavour,
Excited for the vast array of possibility it can bring,
Unaware of the challenges to overcome ahead,
Or what skillsets you’ll learn along the path,
Before successes sunset begins to sing!

Thus as One charges forth fuelled with wonder and adrenaline,
From the mere thought of what this creation can manifest,
Never giving in to thoughts of sleep,
As it takes up time one would rather use to work away,
And once everything is set up one plans to rest…

So on continues one with learning, 
Inspired by the notion of vast success,
Applying new knowledge to the task at hand,
Believing what you’re creating shall pass the test of time,
Yet not aware that others see you out to impress.

Soon your creation starts evolving!
Transforming into the masterpiece you thought it would,
Though something seems off, clogged, not revolving,
Even with all your work to get it to the point of near perfection,
It’s clearly missing something to turn it to great as it should.

Thus you delve head first into troubleshooting,
Trying to figure out whatever could be wrong,
Doing your best to just keep trying though nothing is computing,
You walk away, defeated, deflated, confused,
Unaware this whole time the universe has been merely tuning in your song.

Then just as you’re ready to give up completely,
A flicker of hope reignites your dampened spark,
Endurance now renewed to make the climb so steeply,
That it ripples out to all it can reach,
Lifting others to find their own way through the dark!
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Thought Provokers

May Their Phoenix Rise!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A delicate bird with clipped wings in a cage,
Whose beauty and elegance seems abounding,
Can only dream and sing their long days away,
Whilst pondering how the free birds spend their day.

Pondering what dew covered berries taste like off a bush,
As the sun kisses treetops good morning at dawn,
How an evening breeze would feel to glide home upon,
And what it would be like to harmonise with another’s song.

Yet within it’s well tended cage of metal and straw,
Comfort and safety reason away thoughts so free,
That our feathery friend seems content and happy,
Singing its song all day in and out as it believes ‘tis supposed to be.

Then one day evidently our little friend finds a door ajar,
Venturing out as cautiously as a timid kitten shy,
Leaving both cage and comfort further behind in each moment,
Until fearing their unknown is no longer a component. 

Eventually this feathered beauty starts to heal,
From their traumatic past endured for so long,
Though the healing may at times seem traumatising within itself,
‘Tis ultimately better to withstand it than bury it upon a shelf.

Thus soon may come a time so empowering,
That they start to embrace their new chapter of life,
Allowing their inner phoenix to rise from their past strife,
Entering each new seraphic day increasing their new enchantment rife!
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Mind Play Disillusioned

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
A flick of light, a spark of warmth,
A glowing brighter in each moment,
A tender kiss, a touch so soft,
A gentle mist of sonnet.

A whisper barely to be recognised upon the wind,
Wind so soft ‘tis never felt upon the skin,
A lovers hold, tender, and yet still so sweet,
Low behold this adventure’s spun to be akin!

For what if the light were only internal,
The spark of warmth merely a thought,
A thought just kissing the brain softly into motion,
So it may in turn sing silently uncaught.

Thus sending silent messages right throughout one’s body,
That one can never feel physically happening,
Yet one still obeys with unknown obsequiousness,
To this elusive dance internally bewildering. 

Thus why is it one just accepts what it is we see,
Blindly ignoring alternative possibilities with glee,
When in actuality all we’ve seen may be illusion,
Leading our perspective away from chaos and confusion.

Perhaps the more we venture our minds towards expansion,
The more enjoyment we manifest with greater enhancion,
Which in turn would bring into our lives heavier fulfilment,
Rather than the mundane sludge of the robotic grind like regiment.

Mind Play can be found over here if you’re yet to read it or wish to re-read it with this addition to your perspective! 😊

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Stones of the Wives

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Have you ever wondered why it is,
That in the traditions of the western world at least,
Wives wear and are recipients of specific gems,
Like diamond rings and strands of pearls,
And from what hidden purposes their wearing stems?

Apart from being stunning jewellery,
Each does way more to support a wifely role,
So let us first delve this thought towards a gold and diamond wedding band,
And how this symbol of promise and devotion,
Can do more than add some stunning sparkle to their hand.

Firstly, the gold. Which is traditionally yellow,
‘Tis often energetically masculine and physical,
Though there can come a point where masculine can become matriarchal,
Thus bringing an energetic increase in overall physical healing,
And thus supporting her health through life’s many a debacle…

Diamonds, with their strength near never ending,
Are also amazing at supercharging all within their range,
And the shape into which they’ve been cut can play a massive role,
Into how this sparkling all round superstar,
Can support the wearer to manifest their goal.

Now, rubies can energetically support the circulation of one’s blood,
Though when ‘tis actually garnets giving an illusion,
Creativity seems to find a way towards near every solution,
Wise blue sapphires can add support by keeping a hot temper cooler,
Whilst beryls such as emeralds help keep the energy of love from dilution!

A simple strand of pearls bring their own calming vibes,
Along with support towards grace and decorum,
Depending upon their colour they can also empower,
Guide a wiser communication flow both within and to others,
And work to unblock the energetic path of the inner nurturer.

A gold bangle or bracelet if it be filled with silver,
Brings a feminine luna perspective to the mix,
Whilst rose gold or Tri-coloured gold earrings can add a sense of extra balance,
Stones such as zirconias and hematite ground one energetically, 
Stopping a mundane day completely taking one’s mind away on a daydream dance!

Though the stones that wives nowadays wear may be fast evolving,
As traditions get changed or completely left behind,
I believe it healthy we take a moment to ponder all it is they do,
Before we shut our minds to them with only the fragments that we know,
Of their other hidden secrets which may be never ending too!

Just a touch of clarity fore I conclude this thought;
Partners sealing marriage vows with golden diamond rings,
Are bestowing their loved one a gift of wanting them to have lasting health and strength,
Wearing pearls bolsters one’s intention to be calm and confident with grace,
A husband gifting his wife an emerald eternity ring,
Adds an element of them wanting their love to beat life’s race.

Gifting another a Ruby when you want their heart to continue strong,
Seems so much more wise and loving a gesture,
Than just giving the one for which you care a ring,
Merely because tradition dictates that you should,
Give them that option of delightfully sparkly bling.