Moonbeams Spill Gently…..

November 12, 2015 Jen

Draped in coats of grey wrinkles….silent ambling treads

Creamy scythe like tusks… bejewelling proud and noble heads

Ancient souls….warmth surrounding their hearts

Matriarch and daughters bound together….until death do they part

Mystical ivory steeped in greed and fears

A fusion of genes…passed down over thousands of years

Powerful free swinging trunks….large ears fanning the breeze

Magical auras surround them and music in the trees

Fighting for the species is long overdue

Tuskers as majestic as mountains….we are left with but a few

Guardians of the bush…hearts beating to a powerful thrum

A growl of thunder in them stirs and there is a battle to be won

Sharing their knowledge with rangers….and educating the East

War on the scourge of poaching and destruction….

Sadly Africa’s beast

We train those who are wildlife’s first line of defense against poachers and poaching syndicates.

I pray for an Africa where….

Moonbeams spill gently….a soothing silvery light

Peace spreading gentle wings….blessings in the night

A whispering wind and the prayer it sings

Soft echoes in the dark and the hope it brings

Midnight’s mantle hung with a myriad of stars

The endless heavens shining down…on the wildlife… from afar

A fiery sunrise bathing the morning in aureate light

Warm lingering scents melting away…the cool of the night

An eagle celebrates…cleaving the air way up high

Overflowing shadows of content under the electric blue sky

Many battles for freedom…still to be fought

Saving Africa’s wildlife from this tragic onslaught

Out Of The Dark Shadows…A Small Nub Of Horn

October 26, 2015October 26, 2015 Jen

Organza spider webs bejeweled with fresh morning dew

First glow of daybreak enhanced by a deep golden hue

Our magical world breathes deeply….exhaling a warm sticky breeze

A tranquil chorus of bird song carries through the rich canopy of trees

Clouds as delicate as gossamer lace

Ghosting across the heavens and disappearing without a trace

A planet oozing with natural riches and miracles of life

Often spoiled by

Man’s ugly intervention…..turmoil and strife

A sun climbing high….golden light shining down

Shadows deepen……a furrowed frown

Muscular legs stiff….bloated belly high

Mutilated face and sad weeping eye

Frozen in time…..chest crushing heat

Heart no longer pounding to Africa’s random beat

Unquenchable greed stealing Africa’s whispers of life

Whirlwinds of destruction….and haunting sighs

A gentle heart beats ….breaking the brooding quiet

Fearful eyes peering….a survivor of the gruesome night

Out of the deep shadows….a small nub of horn

A bewildered rhino calf stumbles….dehydrated, terrified and forlorn

Beautiful face caked red and a blank look in her eye

A head full of images…..mutilated mum bleeding

and

Left to die

We cannot sit by and watch as this tragedy continues to unfold

Thandi and Hope represent their kind….and their stories need to be told

‘Saving The Survivors’…..a shining light in their dark hours of need

Our duty as custodians is to share their stories…so that the world can take heed

I am sharing their stories through my poetry and I am raising funds for ‘Saving The Survivors’

with these two original ‘Kids Rhino Collection’…£15.00 each and £7.00 for prints plus packaging & postage.

Each picture and each print will come with a poem about rhinos. 100% profit will go to helping the survivors.

Let us do what we can to help save these survivors.

Brighten up kids bedrooms with these ‘Rhino Collection’ pics.

Take a look at our website

We train those who are wildlife’s first line of defense against poachers and poaching syndicates.

Wisdom Of Nature

October 6, 2015 Jen

My passion for the the African bush and all those magnificent animals that leave their

footprints on the sand….raising awareness on the plight of

our wildlife and promoting Chengeta Wildlife.

A seductive wind ushers in the late afternoon

Brushstrokes of twilight beckon…as crickets gently croon

The heart beat of Africa….warmth oozing beneath your feet

Gusty winds fling a handful of stars….an explosive twinkling treat

This is Africa….in all her naked glory

A land of mixed culture, turbulence, superstitions and stories

Sweet smelling buffalo dung steamed warm in the the early morning sun

Call of the wild…beating to a rhythmic African drum

A land of growling thunder and stinging needle like rain

The pungent smell of a lion…shoulders and head adorned with a wild tawny mane

Where blue headed lizards bask in sunshine and leafy plants unfurl

The liquid murmur of the a river as it flirts and twirls

A land where spider’s webs are spun with sun glazed thread

Elephants..in threat of extinction as in silence they tread

Where

‘Hope’ the rhino with her brutally disfigured face

Her heart still pounding with courage, dignity and grace

The humble pangolin with their tough armoured shell

Boxed and shipped to Vietnam and China to keep people well

Such beauty and harshness in this our sun burnt land

Cruelty and compassion…..both dealt by the human hand

The wings of the fish eagle caress the mellow breeze

And

Hope must never die as it rustles through the trees

Bereft of wildlife…the world will be a poorer, darker and lonelier place

A soulless time warp….overcrowded images of the human face

Where desert sands spread as hot steamy winds blow

A chest crushing heat and a lifeless flow

Align yourself with the wisdom of nature….do what is right

Become a voice for the voiceless…join the fight

Chengeta Wildlife

We train those who are wildlife’s first line of defense against poachers and poaching syndicates.

During our training operations one group of rangers arrested 81 poachers in 12 days.

Raising awareness through art and poetry

October 4, 2015 Jen

My Kid’s Collection and Poems

Paintings and Poems to help kids learn about these animals

Prints are £5.00 each plus postage. Every print goes out with a poem that is

connected to the animal and all profits will go to

Chengeta Wildlife for

Training Rangers And Saving Animals

Trumpet Loud And Become My Voice

What a world full of wonder, beauty and space

A world full of miracles …. all deserving of a place

You will know who I am with my powerful trunk held high

I am a keystone species under the electric sky

I am a mega gardener…opening up tracts of land

I weave my enormous footprints on the sand

Look into my eyes and you will see

A desperate need for acceptance…and a need to be free

Children of the universe…become my voice

Ivory belongs to elephants and we all have a choice

Stand Tall For Me

Lolloping along…I have the most magnificent view

Browsing from the tree tops is something I love to do

I am pretty awesome and I feel so alive

I am sadly not part of ‘Africa’s Big Five’

My neck is long and I stand ever so tall

When giving birth…my calf has a long way to fall

I am part of the magic of this African Land

So Please little people

Help to stop this destruction from the human hand

Stay Humble Little People

I am handsome and humble and I yearn to be free

With my large curved front claws…I can actually climb a tree

Even wearing my coat of armour…I can still roll into a tight ball

I walk on my hind legs…but even then…I am not that tall

I am the most threatened species to walk on this magical land

I am destroyed for my scales…by the human hand

My scales are made of keratin….the same as your nails

I am definitely not medicine…despite all those ancient tales

My name is ‘Pangolin’ ….and I deserve a better life

Please…please…little humans…stop this strife

Stand By Me

With my muscular body and my handsome and noble head

I love to strut and leave my treads

You will know who I am from my magical horns

I am a ‘Rhinoceros’ ……not a mythical unicorn

Please little humans…I deserve some space

I don’t want to vanish without a trace

My horns belong only to me

They do not belong over the seas

Say no to rhino horn…and just leave me be

I belong in the bush…and I yearn to be free

Roar For Me

I am the King of the bush with my wild tawny mane

I spend most of my evenings stalking game

Surrounded by my harem of girls with their gleaming yellow eyes

We often hunt with an element of surprise

I have earned my right to roam and be free

My bones are my own…they belong to me

I am not a trophy ….to sit on anyone’s wall

My heart beats to an ancient drum and I am majestic and tall

I am the ‘Lion’….a …King…so just let me be

Please little people….no Canned Hunting for me.

Chengeta Wildlife trains rangers and saves animals

Raising Awareness Through My Kid’s Collection And Poems

September 22, 2015 Jen

My Kid’s Collection and Poems

Paintings and Poems to help kids learn about these animals

Prints are £5.00 each plus postage. Every print goes out with a poem that is

connected to the animal and all profits will go to

Chengeta Wildlife for

Training Rangers And Saving Animals

Trumpet Loud And Become My Voice

What a world full of wonder, beauty and space

A world full of miracles …. all deserving of a place

You will know who I am with my powerful trunk held high

I am a keystone species under the electric sky

I am a mega gardener…opening up tracts of land

I weave my enormous footprints on the sand

Look into my eyes and you will see

A desperate need for acceptance…and a need to be free

Children of the universe…become my voice

Ivory belongs to elephants and we all have a choice

Stand Tall For Me

Lolloping along…I have the most magnificent view

Browsing from the tree tops is something I love to do

I am pretty awesome and I feel so alive

I am sadly not part of ‘Africa’s Big Five’

My neck is long and I stand ever so tall

When giving birth…my calf has a long way to fall

I am part of the magic of this African Land

So Please little people

Help to stop this destruction from the human hand

Stay Humble Little People

I am handsome and humble and I yearn to be free

With my large curved front claws…I can actually climb a tree

Even wearing my coat of armour…I can still roll into a tight ball

I walk on my hind legs…but even then…I am not that tall

I am the most threatened species to walk on this magical land

I am destroyed for my scales…by the human hand

My scales are made of keratin….the same as your nails

I am definitely not medicine…despite all those ancient tales

My name is ‘Pangolin’ ….and I deserve a better life

Please…please…little humans…stop this strife

Stand By Me

With my muscular body and my handsome and noble head

I love to strut and leave my treads

You will know who I am from my magical horns

I am a ‘Rhinoceros’ ……not a mythical unicorn

Please little humans…I deserve some space

I don’t want to vanish without a trace

My horns belong only to me

They do not belong over the seas

Say no to rhino horn…and just leave me be

I belong in the bush…and I yearn to be free

Roar For Me

I am the King of the bush with my wild tawny mane

I spend most of my evenings stalking game

Surrounded by my harem of girls with their gleaming yellow eyes

We often hunt with an element of surprise

I have earned my right to roam and be free

My bones are my own…they belong to me

I am not a trophy ….to sit on anyone’s wall

My heart beats to an ancient drum and I am majestic and tall

I am the ‘Lion’….a …King…so just let me be

Please little people….no Canned Hunting for me.

Chengeta Wildlife trains rangers and saves animals

Remembering Cecil…The Magnificent Lion

July 30, 2015 Jen

A poem dedicated to Cecil…an icon of Hwange

Cecil the lion in Hwange, Zimbabwe. © Bryan Orford/YouTube –

The drum roll of Africa…a mighty heartbeat within his chest

Zimbabwe’s icon….Zimbabwe’s best

As shadows crawl….drowsy with the midday heat

Matabele ants marching to a random beat

Cecil’s vibrant rich scent wafts on the cool breeze

Sunshine slips softly through the canopy of trees

Poetry in motion….this magnificent beast

Tawny pelt rippling…..a visual treat

The brisk air trembles with his deep- throated call

Cecil’s powerful stance….so proud and so tall

Flowing black mane like a halo around his head

His harem of sleek females keep him well fed

Padding softly through the crisp winter grass

Under a wide open sky as clear as glass

His silent footfalls marking the golden sand

Passionate and dignified…. King of this timeless land

Dark shadows of greed hound him

Destructive and tragic

Cecil, a heart beat no longer ….to weave his magic

The peace of death carries his soul

His broken body….no longer whole

A deathly quiet lingers….in a world going insane

On nature’s grand stage….such immeasurable pain

In an explosion of gold…the sun bids him goodnight

Rest In Peace Cecil…we will continue to fight.

Chengeta Wildlife is a force for good, offering a comprehensive solution to help combat the evils of poaching.

I support Chengeta Wildlife unreservedly.. you can too.

Foreign Horizon

July 20, 2015 Jen

Last week’s poem was dedicated to the three elephant calves from Zimbabwe that escaped from making

the heartbreaking journey to China.

This week’s poem is dedicated to the 24 precious Zimbabwean elephant calves that have been forced to live out their lives

thousands of miles from where they belong.

Photo by Chunmei Hu

Boxed and crated…elephant calves sway and yearn

A terrifying journey….never to return

Down cast eyes…lonely heart beats

Cold metal bars…their jungle of concrete

Iridescent tears…like falling rain

A hollow echo……of captivity and pain

Elephant calves with their soft weary treads

Their coats full of creases and their noble heads

Yearning for family and the freedom to roam

Dusty dreams of Africa and Hwange……their home

WHERE

Birds sing from the leaf laden canopy of trees

Flaxen dust sprinkled like spun gold on the leaves

African sun spreads it’s warm coppery glow

A myriad of stars stare in wonder….nature’s night show

WHERE

The wild sweet decay of buffalo dung carries on the breeze

AND

Silence shredding cicadas flirt and tease

WHERE

Wispy clouds chase shooting stars

AND

The African full moon beams from afar

THEIR RIGHT TO SEE

Golden sunrises and sunsets like perfect bookends for each day

THEIR RIGHTS TO FREEDOM

Torn away

With heavy hearts…their young trunks reaching up high

Seeking the horizon where earth drifts into sky

Elephant calves that should be surrounded by family and nature’s wild African splendour

Incarcerated for Life……

A tragic surrender.

We train those who are wildlife’s first line of defense against poachers and poaching syndicates.

During our training operations one group of rangers arrested 81 poachers in 12 days.

New Horizons

July 13, 2015 Jen

This is dedicated to the three elephant calves …. that escaped from being sent to China as they were classified as ‘damaged goods.’

Thank you to Wild Is Life, Grand Zimbabwe for giving them a fighting chance.

Three young hearts pounding…beating as one

Sun washed bush pulsating like an African drum

Young wrinkled coats heavy….burdened with unease

Africa shaped ears fanning the breeze

Dusty horizon drifts into the electric sky

Young elephant calves…their trunks held high

Afternoon melodies drifting….soft and tender

Trees boastful….in their winter splendour

Hope surrounds them…a symphony of their survival

Wild is Life, Grand Zimbabwe….their saviours….await their

arrival

Under a limitless sky…as high as it is wide

Escaping a life of servitude…their physical imperfections

on their side

As winter sunshine slips slowly through the canopy of trees

Roxy Danckwerts huge heart bursts….hearing their pleas

Vibrant scents, rich earth and mellow afternoon sun

True essence of giving….their heartbeats with Roxys..soon to become one

Shadows drift and darkness fades

A breath taking dawn…veined with gold braid

Three lost souls….a traumatised elephant herd

Peace, soon to surround them….with a soft spoken word

Midges rise and hang motionless…birdsong carries on the breeze

‘Pickles’ and ‘Moyo’…embraced by the warmth…stretch with ease

‘Moyo’ feels the calves sorrow, their whispers and their sighs

Their storms of emotions…no time for their goodbyes

Elephant calves at peace…as in silence they tread

Weaving their magic….a golden life thread

Embracing their life…moving towards the sun

A soul dance, summer scents…their healing has begun

We Love You Hope

July 1, 2015July 3, 2015 Jen

Raising awareness on the plight of ‘Hope’… and her kind….through decorating rhino cookies/biscuits

and talking to the kids while they have fun.

Saving The Survivors

We Love You Hope

Never let go of ‘Hope’..the wind whistles her name

The gentle hush of evening shares in her pain

Courage comes to her in whispers…as healing is blessed by the fading light

Fireflies ghost….. like murmurs of the night

Under a wide African sky softened by twinkling stars

Lazy half moon, Venus and Mars

Earthy scents surround her….sultry on the breeze

Blowing words of encouragement….calming her unease

Her horn cursed head …..still steeped in pride

And a

A heart full of courage….as death she has defied

Butchering deep….for their ill gotten gains

No thought or conscience on inflicting such immeasurable pain

Caught up in the human web of deceit

And still ‘Hope’ has the courage to stand on her feet

The gilt edged horizon of morning offers an extra lifeline

May the aura of harmony over this magical girl and her kind…forever shine

The emptiness of these hateful crimes….amid deathly silence and shimmering heat

‘Hope’ gives us the courage…to take a stance against this corruption, greed and deceit

Breathe HOPE Breathe

You are an inspiration to us all

Where there is life…there is HOPE….

Let us stand as one….let us stand tall

We train those who are wildlife’s first line of defense against poachers and poaching syndicates. During our training operations one group of rangers arrested 81 poachers in 12 days.

Take a look at our website

Magical Memories

June 16, 2015June 18, 2015 Jen

This poem is dedicated to all those fighting on the side of the magnificent animals

to ensure their survival and place in Africa.

Magical moments stored within my mind

Reels of memories….never hard to find

Dusty dreams weaving harmonies as they tantalise and tease

The melancholy call of the fish eagle… cruising empty air pockets with ease

Electric skies and shimmering heat

Rain clouds dancing to a random beat

The wide African horizon softened by a flaxen haze

Passionate undulating rivers and sun burnt days

The African bush dressed in russet clothes

Sun kissed pulse between their toes

An orchestra of nightlife seducing the fading light

Evening shadows lengthen….creeping into the night

African half moon….shy in the sky

A myriad of stars…like beacons of hope…twinkling up high

Organza spider webs bejeweled with crystals of dew

A fresh glow of morning enhanced by a golden hue

A land steeped in traditions….and rich with game

Pungent and sticky scents igniting the flame

The fire of belonging raging deep inside

A desire to protect…. our heritage…our pride

Haunted by the evening lullaby …..memories of my home

A land where the magnificent animals roam

These wondrous scenes are ours to hold

Ours to embrace and ours to enfold

A new dawn will soon show compassion’s face

Ensuring all creatures…. a safe and everlasting place.

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