"forrests" poems
Call me fox and I will call you Jaguar
I normally walk the paths
gawking at every creature I pass
squawking loudly, regurgitating my wisdom distastefully
I spoke like coyote
foolisly
I continued on my way, in hopes of a creature large and as fearsome
as fearsome as you
Jaguar
to strike respect and fear into my heart and my actions
so that my meaning would not be soiled by my uncomely behavior
as I stalked you for days on the forrest floor
looking, watching your muscles flow over your skeleton
in a magestically dangerous motion
You can feel me
in the place all creatures feel, sense, and connect
as one
there is unspoken understanding between you and I
oh powerful warrior
and I am to know my place
in the order
you are beautiful and fascinating to me
a worthy objective on my walk
you are a specimen of the wonder of the world
of the god-like integrity and compassion
that penetrates the soul
you leave the marrow intact within the bone
for me to treasure
for my mouth to salivate and consume in haste
but in awe of the judgement you pass
the power bestowed unto you without a single act of self rightousness
we sleep on the same earthen bed
we dream from the same deep sleep
we touch, our stories, our tales of survival
they reach one another intuitively
and so long as I mind my place
silence my ego
I will forever walk beside you, following in your gracious example
as we venture deep with in the forrests density
living vicariously beside one another
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Compressed into this
Tiny space are the future
Boughs, leaves and flowers,
Random determinism,
Forrests from a single seed
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
Plastic plates bowls and cups
loaded on recycling trucks.
You've had your party thrown it away,
Less to wash up at the end of the day.
But few fall out they blow in winds,
Escape the grasp of the recycling bin.
Not all bags are renewable plastic,
Less strong now not so fantastic.
So write a note for a new tote,
Handles far stronger less likely broke.
It's not our problem it's goods we buy,
There wrapped and packaged to the shoppers eye.
But when the seas are less serene
Choked on plastics and polystyrene.
Death tolls rise numbers of sea life plummet,
Dont ya think its time we do summit?
To a turtle or whale a tasty dish,
To dine upon the jellyfish.
Not a bag for life that passes by,
That binds them to starvation before they die.
So the seas bob in colour of plastic pollution.
Times running out what to be a solution?
Its high time we started a clean up revolution!
To use less packaging to educate all.
Before the tides continue to rise and we loose them all.
The ice caps are melting at an alarming rate,
How long before for all it's too late.
Eco systems absorb UV,
cool the world for nature to be.
Polar life need ice to remain,
In cooler climates to sustain.
But as they melt and tides continue to rise,
Am losing hope for their demise.
Leave the jungles and forrests for self restoration,
Less fossil fuels and deforestation.
The trees keep falling from constant felling,
With palm oil growing; plantations swelling.
Our orange ancestors the orangutan,
Has been their homes since the jungles began.
To break life cycles whole eco systems,
It's time to change the world with our wit and wisdom.
Else what do we leave to the future generations,
Man on earth just viral abominations.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Foggy breeze through my
fingertips when sunburnt days
seem coveted in memory.
When the columbines came back from the dead.
Burnt up cities...
The last glimpse of
firefly lights grew dim behind me
The trees sprouted everywhere like stardust
The pillars I once worshipped
in incense with amulets
became faded ruins...
The weathered walls texture
were like sequins with no glimmer
I escaped again to a place with green lakes and forrests of pines
It's quieter up here in the
mountains
Like a shudder through the
window
I hear the old house moan all
through the day and all
through the night
The sunlight pierces through
the blinds
illuminating his face
which is already illuminated
But you're my bumblebee
that insignia- a honey gatherer
If you subtract the intimacy
out of ***
Nothing's left, but
hollow mechanical *******
Stealing the rythmn from
the music
Sturdy as a beam I lay
Unable to grasp at anything
It's just noise
Sweaty day, shivering nights-juxtaposed
It's like living on Mercury
In decomposition like a basket of rotten lemons
Past conversations crush their
weight against my open ribs
No parent teacher or friend
told me how all consuming the sensation would be...
Dazed eyes staring through
disheveled blinds,
I was dropping rose buds off the
second floor balcony in the night
They hit the scratchy asphalt
like a gentle meteor shower
Monotonous nights replay
the same phases
That moon...
A face splashing
from gibbous to crescent
Waning on my malady
Always stirring like a steady torch
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Screaming Spades Scare Spastic Diamonds,
Clumsy Clubs Carefuly Cut the Deck,
Horrible Hearts Hum Hymns from Hell
With the Jokers and Jacks, where the Demons Dwell.
Twos and Threes Tear Through the Trees
While Fours and Fives Flail Franticly,
Free Falling From Far-Fetched Facilities.
Six and Seven Slowly Sufficate
As Evil Eights Eradicate Everything on Earth.
Nasty Nines Need Narcotics and ****** for
Terrorizing Tens Tendorizing Tremendous Tributaries
Feeding the Fifty Five Forrests of Fargoth
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 5:26 AM UTC
Rare riddles are oft bittersweet,
a never ending search for poisonous feed,
sand greyish desert coloured ****
so many studies, not edible this seed?
Emeralds green in forrests deep,
sunken wood drifted apart and seep,
mortal words that never sleep,
in a city full of leaks.
cherished thoughts wandering celestial high,
whose orphans are these lost kids…sigh….
flickering fields, amish nigh;
shiverings on personal corpses,
numb of words, ah… stunts in shortest.
The words refused to be arranged as it must.
I lost my commands of the words, no, it’s no plus,
these words mock mankind as their playful lust,
sorry, now I can only say in the past tense:" Friends, 'twas....."
© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
I was once a ravenous creature
bit by the words of my upbringers
generations of lies
I was once one of those ravenous creatures
of whom I despise
but I've learned to find my freedom, without cutting all my ties
to the ones I love (I was once a ravenous creature)
to their love
I've retreated into the deep forrests of my tears
in contemplation I've laid rest, all my compulsive fears
I know my stengths, but I also know my weakness
I am better attuned to this inner dialog, attuned to its inner uniqueness
I was once a ravenous creature
bit by the words of my upbringers
generations of lies
I was once one of those ravenous creatures
of whom I despise
of which I empathize
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
RAIN FORREST'S WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
Paradise on earth where have you gone
Over the misted green mountains where you once grew
Standing like ancient cathedrals bowering to the stars above
Silo-wets dazzled in your crowded light
Bashful colours of green fade to grey
Saviors of the human race
Where have you gone
Fossilized from where you had come
Has fire become your enemy, man your ruler
Dust to dust you return
Waiting for the perfect time to rise again
LARRY A STUART 09
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 2:29 AM UTC
How many times have I to tell you this?!
never try to love me without a bliss
this day is not yours but His
How many times have I to tell you this?
love me as I am and used to be
let the ardent rose keeps its freshness
and the soft butterfiles their pure cleanness
love me please the way I am
please do not change me to fit in your program
when the Lord created me He was full of wrath
I had to choose the divine roads to follow His Path
love me please with all my rights and wrongs
with my ugliness and my beauty of the night
consider that I am not that strong
as you might have imagined with all your might
How many times have I to tell you this...?
never try to love me without His bliss
this day and all other days are all His
listen to the birds in the forrests
all are bringing His message about all the good things
but never try to love me without His Blessings
to cling on me charmingly but without a zest
how many times have I to tell you this?
just love me the way I am
never try to let me fit in your program
without a sigh of His love in your kiss
please let this message be as chrystal clear
never forget to wish each other lovingly
like I am doing now for All of YOU from me
A Most Happy Stay on Hello Poetry !
© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
When I close my eyes
I see things.
I see flowers blossom in
my heart-mind
Fuchsias-
Incandescent hues
while walking passed
street lamps
Brilliant on my shoes
Universes surround me
in aquamarine-azules
Doorways to other planets...
hazy faces like photographs...
When I close my eyes I see
forrests and waterfalls in castles...
I covet memories of battles
in tarnished armor befriending
dragons
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
And even at night I still wonder if it could have been you
all those lightning bugs and stars we chased
Burnt fingers and summer nights alone
It meant something
Even if they're nearly memories now
And I don't think I'll be able to shake it:
The thought of you
Quiet and pressing like I used to wait for my mother's attention
I'm still strung up on bottled affection
Don't you come around me
We'll never be small again but I still live on your porch
Won't you invite me in?
Won't you finally let the light in?
And even though I know it would never work
I still talk about you to god and my friends
Still wonder after your wide eyed innocence and boyish gate
Still moon after blue lips and mud encrusted shoes
I still wonder about you
Memories of dinosaurs and changing leaves
Bath time and the scent of cigarettes drifting off your mothers hair
And as we grew so did the distance
Traded dinosaurs and race cars for new addresses and opposing forrests
Towering ideals of the oddity we call home
But even this can be bridged by melodies sung at tender hours of the night in your attic
Only we can say we spent the last breath of 2014 singing a madman's hymns
Only we can tangle as we do through fumbled melodies and timeless sentiments
And even still
I wonder if it could have been you
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Somewhere right before my eyes,
encased in a thick sheet of glass,
holds an undescribable world.
One where no one gets harmed,
one where being yourself
is appreciated,
as well as accepted.
I've tried my hardest to find
this world,
but it seems as though it is
lost within the depths
of my imagination,
or maybe it escaped in the heavy
winds that cast themselves
upon the land;
or maybe it is simply
a dream,
one only visible when I
close my eyes.
One way or another,
wherever it may be,
I can go visit my land,
my own imaginary land,
as real as any other,
without having to travel
the endless sea
or the vast natural green forrests
of the Amazon,
or even travel
through all the clouds
in the sky.
No,
this world is easily accessable
through my own mind,
one that haunts my dreams
and becomes a reality.
A world where no one
can be harmed,
a world where all the stars
shine as bright as intricate diamonds,
where the sun
always greets you with a
warming smile.
A world of magic
and mysterious discoveries.
A world of adventure.
a.m.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Lost
A breeze caresses
like the hand that is no more
memories linger
found
eyes meet in heaven
The earth moves with great spirit
hearts weave together
waiting
endles rivers pass
time swirls hopes of love then stills
Eyes gaze lost upstream
betrayal
her eyes beautiful
his hand on her like vines
her eyes beauty died
his hands felt afire
hypnotic waves of passion
end a once true love
reunited
thick harsh forrests grew
Between them branched a heart
Twas an olive grove
longing
across endless stars
hopes find little way closer
to the lost heart beat
Desire
Folding bewtween flesh
woven souls wind through valleys
the molten heat lit
romance
Daisies scatter hills
he picked one of perfection
tracing her gently
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
I think about you often
The reflection within your eyes
that would take me back to the forrests I would get lost in
Those memories we shared
nothing could compare
Nourishing my heart and mind until it blossomed
I would say how much I missed you then
Now, I'd say, I definitely miss you still
You are no longer here
I am no longer there
but no matter where
I will forever care
This is to you, my flame
because of you I will never be the same
I hope you picture my face and hang it on a frame
Maybe then I'd feel less ashamed
to think of you as often as I do
In my eyes you were a dream come true
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
Memories strolling like winds
winding through the forrests of my mind
Past to present
and all manner of places
in between spaces
How near and yet so far
we've come to be where we are
The whistle of a song captures my divided attentions
between rival affections
The birds sing sad love arias sound track to my phantasmagorias
Echoes of love's calling yonder
direction was never clear, should i stay a constant fear
The mind turns over
and the heart doubles back
Dropped my pennies in the wishing well,
I'll never kiss,
never tell
We fell like the crash of lumber
Across the span of time
ive held a feeling most sublime
It never ends, it never lasts,
how well you know me
Oh so well
And for us,
everything is
all or nothing
from
the
moment
we
fell
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC