It's Only Natural - Hello Poetry

Nov 2014

Elizabeth Squires

a rapport of longstanding, e'er they are linked
a rapport of longstanding, e'er they are linked
she and he so in love, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
she and he so in love, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
e'er they are linked, yet to the world they rebuff the fact
a rapport of longstanding, she and he so in love

they use a ruse, all is out in the open
they use a ruse, all is out in the open
Dave has worked it out, cognizant of the clues
Dave has worked it out, cognizant of the clues
all is out in the open, cognizant of the clues
Dave has worked it out, they use a ruse

will they ever come clean, show the verification deed
will they ever come clean, show the verification deed
it's so obvious, deep and abiding their fondness
it's so obvious, deep and abiding their fondness
it's so obvious, show the verification deed
will they ever come clean, deep and abiding their fondness

they use a ruse, Dave has worked it out
a rapport of longstanding, it's so obvious
all is out in the open, she and he so in love
yet to the world they rebuff the fact, will they ever come clean
deep and abiding their fondness, cognizant of the clues
show the verification deed, e'er they are linked

Nov 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Physics of Love

when a boy finds a girl pretty
his mass of love gains velocity
and in that moment(um) of trance
he sees a chance for romance!

when a girl finds a boy attractive
though she first plays a little evasive
can’t hide for long her cheeks’ blush
in the growing velocity of her love’s mass!

Nov 2014

Joseph Sinclair

THE LAST APPLE

Each year it happens.
The apple tree viewed from my balcony
gives up its fruit
until at last one solitary apple
remains high up,
beyond reach,
riper, redder, more robust
than any of the others
that have fallen or been gathered.

Unmoved by rain,
unshaken by winds.
It is as if
this one remaining fruit
is determined to resist
the onset of winter.

Day after day
I awaken;
raise my bedroom blind,
rub my eyes
and seek it out
amidst the protecting foliage.

At first resistant to my gaze,
it then proudly displays
its presence,
as if to say
“Behold, I still remain,
a testament to the perseverance of Fall.”

Each year I too remain
despite the apple’s everlasting reminder
that I myself am transient
and will one day
be shaken from my bough.

I am reminded of O. Henry’s last leaf
painted by an aged artist
to give support and strength and sustenance
to fading hope of life’s recovery.
Perhaps the apple, too, is but a dab of oil
on canvas.

Indeed, am I myself a product of
an artist’s keen, unfailing eye;
living in some vast
parallel universe
adjacent to and yet unseen
by all those bygone friends,
amidst an orchard of fallen, rotting apples?

Nov 2014

Poetic T

Lullaby Baby

Lullaby baby sweet dreams
"To keep"
Lullaby baby rest your
"Head upon me"
Lullaby baby eyes closed
"Of to sleep"
Lullaby baby count down
From Ten
"Nine"
"Eight"
"Seven"
"Six"
Lullaby baby hair stroked
"Till deep in sleep"
"Five"
"Four"
"Three"
Lullaby baby I'll always
"Sing this till you sleep"
"Two"
"One"
Lullaby baby in dreams
"Now lost to dreaming sleep"
Lullaby baby forever I'll sing
So listen to silence after my song
Till that time when eyes greet morning once more.

#lost #dreams #silence #sweet #song #head #tired #sing #numbers

Nov 2014

betterdays

storm brewing

the days subsides,
with adoring colour
and the racous choral,
of retiring lorikeets.

we sit upon the deck,
cold bevvies in hand
and watch the master
painter at work,

over on the mountain range
the clouds gather.
ben, laconically states,

"storm tonight"

and yes that smell,
so wonderful,
sits heavy in the twilight air.

petrichor, heavy on the eucalypt, ****** beer,
and warm tar....
the smells of a stormy,summer afternoon.

Nov 2014

Elizabeth Squires

Man's Hand

man hath placed
his ruinous hand
upon the planet's
finest attributes
no service to the
natural world
hath he imparted

he cuts down copious trees
in the Sarawak rainforests
he digs holes in the ground
all around the Gunnedah shire
he pollutes the atmosphere
over the Guangzhou province of China
he spills oil on the pristine coral reefs
in the Gulf of Mexico
and the list of his misdeeds
goes on and on...

man shall pay for the ruin
he hath wrought upon the planet
his unfeeling hand
touches every corner of the globe
a day of reckoning
isn't far away
all the beauteous assets
of our planet
shall be blown away

man is yet to realize
that he needs to preserve
the planet
for future generations
that are yet to come...

there is no other planet
for humanity to live on
and where will man go
when his hand hath ruined
the Earth's magnificent show

a message
sent out to all and sundry
a clarion call
reverberates around the planet
a mega phone
hear the Earth's alerting cry

man's hand
touches the planet
without a properly
conceived thought...

Nov 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Muddy Creek

I dipped my toe
in the inviting shallowness of the creek.

her muddy water
gurgled in joy

she stoked the fire of my desire

wove me dreams
with moonbeams

and I waded far on her

till the water rose
above my nose

death seemed close and nigh.

I didn’t die

drifted away on her

going stronger
growing weaker.

(so they say once you dip your toe
soon lose your way
in the muddy creek’s flow)

Nov 2014

wordvango

when the trees ask me who I am

I say I am you
tree
roots and limbs and bark

I say I feed you as you feed me oxygen
we need each
to be

My roots are not covered
and I am not near as tall or robust
my canopy never will attain the beauty

nor hold leaves and seeds
into the sun like you
And then

I ask the tree,
who might you be?
He stands as he always has,

says, I am but a tree,
I bow and say amen.

Nov 2014

SøułSurvivør

leviathan . inspired by Pablo Neruda

~~~

out of an arid ocean
You came up
hoary with barnacles
grey with skin

a spray of stars erupted
startled . awash
against its own night

and down again You go
to know the
mating of tendrils
the killing planes of seashores
the antiquities of the sun

were we there once?

in the phosphor seasons
we played with You
as You are even then
so self contained we found
no need to surrender
to the patient
winds of change

now You echo in
strange meridians
storming Your gusts
in far off topography

Your great tail
sings its starlight way
homing to its thunder

~~~

they came

oh, yes, they came
to harvest Your virtues
their decks slick
with Your blood
crimson stains ugly with lucre
their forest of masts
peopled by
Your ghosts

sing ! O leviathan ! sing
lift Your voice and
bellow to us
of Your lost pods
Your wonderful oceans
Your salty maternity

Your
song
is
heard
by

GOD

(c) soulsurvivor

I believe that the sea mammals
Are far superior to us
In many aspects

They recently found a pod
Of whales beached and
Dying. I don't know
How the scientists figured
This out, but apparently
they had been
CRYING FOR YEARS.

#oceans #leviathan #whalesong #lucre