It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea Black and swirling in the creamy cup The melancholy inside wasn’t made up The touches shared never to be replayed A pen left wordless on the splotched page The story of us dwindled and ended I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriended It stains the wanderings in my heart Restless longing never to depart Will she look at you the way I did too Or with her smile is your gaze anew Amongst any spoken tendril I have to say You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay No matter wherever I beg and try Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guy Your friends affirm it without any doubt The words you spill attract gallons of clout And even with a vine of knowledge to prove They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune
Whilst drinking my daily cup of Harney and Sons Paris tea I imagined this scenario. The heartbreak of being replaced is shattering indeed.
Her hand brushed the rough edges
of the tips of taupe timber wood. Burgeoning into barren branches billowing briskly as the stump stood. Brunswick green buds engraved mini mints of mixtures. Painting pages of profound poetry reproducing rings of pretty pictures. Recovering from her inventive imagination, she released her hand and rotated around. Shamrock slips of silvery shades glimmered on the lime lagoon and gentle ground.
Almost everything To ashes With a quick glance And destroyed the lives Of thousand animals Even though some Rescued gracefully With the helping hands Of God’s love And the Panic situation Settled only After a blessed rain That rain Helped to Quench the fire And healed Thousands of Wounded hearts Again Slowly It started to recover By the wet land And those trees Started budding And making Its leaves By filling The holes of Ruined land With the Wholly vibes of Pleasant nature That soothes Every soul To live and Love the land Once again With its mesmerising Scenic beauties To feel Grateful for And giving a Remembrance To maintain our Biodiversity By enhancing the greenery To enrich our Flora and fauna With a balanced Ecosystem
Rain helped and came as a relief for Australian bush fire and by God’s grace it is blooming again. Let’s maintain more greenery to enjoy and prevent our nature from damage.
Daydreaming of quality time, alone.
Diving into bush pools and rivers, sun-soaked, wet rocks under-***, hair slick down back, drip on shoulders; stronger now there’s nothing holding me down. Down I dive, further- deep into peace. I’ll eat air and drink my own laughter in gulps until I’m drunk and fall off my rock right back in the water-fallen ripples again. Let the tui talk and the fantails walk behind me, as I make my own naked trail through fairy-forest vines, over moss-mounds and thick roots. With no cars, I can climb, every tree is my castle, every branch a limb to protect me. I’ll barefoot tumble down a Pinetree *****, carve my poems into soft-bark trunks, let the wind fuel my fire.
Let me go
It hurts To be in your rose bush The thorns Are drawing blood into my throat And it bubbles out of my mouth But I can't see it Because your beautiful roses Are blinding me
The rabbit is scared,
as it scurries in the bush, trying to escape.
George HW Bush has left the room
For the last time we salute his duty Save be it the last image of his bloom The red, white and blue his beauty Stars and stripes live on forever In our heartbeats his wonderful space We honor his service and endeavour For preserving our country's better place From dedicated soldier to president His passion for his country took flight For he was always there ... a present In fighting for his country to shine bright Now his mission over leaves us blessed The fourty first link's mettle was impressed Logan Robertson 12/05/2018
Thankyou Mr. Bush for steming into a bloom, reaching heights in this garden we call life. In this country's bed of flowers, one stood always awake, watching over the others.