THE OARSMEN OF THE JUNGLE
In the poem below as titled above the style of poetry is
both poetic proverb and poetic fiction
can be shortened as PPPF-Poetic Proverbs and Poetic Fiction .Read below:
Let us go into the city and show empathy
Let us depart from the city and show empathy
Let us return to the city and show sympathy
For the forest of our salvation
Let us cherish our motherland and worship her
Pour cold water on a thirsty ground ,still might not
be satisfied.
Hence we wail for the forest,ye ,the forest of our
salvation and the glory of our nation.
Labour not for the alien land and offers not in vain the
strength of thy youth ,
And in that strength lies the glory of thy nation and the
salvation of thy people,
Shun not your Jerusalem ,show her sympathy ;for in her
rest thou shall have rest.
With the satanic malice ,mischievous as the kitten,
The winter wolves ,squashed lugubrious earth ,
Oarsmen of the jungle,wretched
of the nilecolds-hauling
the city square ,
Plunged its bandwidth into Cimmerian darkness ,
Hot and cold blowers ,wetblanketers and straw-bricklayers ,
Whose attic salt cramponed the arcadian,tickles the ticklers
Gropes in the dark canst not pacify ,the writ of peregrinatory
wit ,
As it galumphs as the fidusachates of the Achilles,
To rope the rubicon-crossers into the land of no return
where they
sell their soul,
Frangible in the arms of the Morpheus ,the city wails as all
asundry ,
The betrothed of the Achilles heel ,thumping grim-death with
the
Diced foxes of the
dickens,
Denude denunciation,laden with unforgotten strokes for the
betrothed to dissuade
uncouth denigration.
Desist, daemons of the jungle,curvature of the
gall,andsallowed shells
of the seashore,
Standing on your last legs,break no filament ,to pour oil on
troubled
Waters,
Did he fare well?alas gone to exile to condescend where
ignorance is bliss
Tis folly to be wise,
Whose greyhound on a clean pair of heels hectored out of
herculean
hermetically sealed
Convokes in high-flown struck in high house :
‘’How come kowtowers kowtow the cupola of cloven hoofs
,pygmies
of incorrigible cadence ?
Aplomb,pomp and pageantry in hell, ………………contd.
Cheek by jowl seeks
succor in the desert ,the city groans , tramped
on the grandiose curlicue of curmudgeon avalanche,
Oarsmen of the jungle,machiavelis of the guillotines
,treachery of
Frankeinstein,
Wild goose chasers of
the Gordian knot ‘’
This soulful romp of bombastic, gauntleted by oracle and
Epistolary,backlashed by a dairywoman ,gaped:
‘’Foul play!foul play!!foul play!!! Oh foul play canst not
placate
Thee,
Gallery players , to run with the hunt and hounds ,live in
clover
Of hell,
Thou glory in fairy-land
to court disdain ,court contempt for thy
Home,
Still cringe not;thou o jungle ,thou shalt be ,thou o jungle
,thou
Shalt return ,Stampede now to your conscience to live in
clover
Still he meeds in vile to rebuff the Parthian shot :
‘’ You foxhole of the Gordian knot -has it been told to the
Marines.’’
Hence ,like a big bang
polymorhosis, struck zeautergeist ,
Upon maelstrom ,
stampede electrocutes hindward towards
the jungle and tarry ,
Oarsmen buffoonery buffeted ,reverts to the jungle
Where the mole and
the mope contest calcified waning mettle
Oarsmen of the jungle ,lords of the jungle and kinsmen of
the
Jungle,seek solace in
avarice and nonchalance
Clinging impetuously to the jungle and lo ,the Gordian knot
goggles
adinfinitum.
Coyish coaxswain cozened in their lawn on a deafening gallows
,
Desultory as it is ,tramps fallen from paradise to the hell
of the
dickens
Lords of the jungle ,crickets of the jungle cling to the
jungle.
Alas,changelings of the cosmos ,estranged cohorts of the
passing
Winds,
Vagrant chaplets of smouldered morn ,chaperoned by chinless
cicatrix
Of churlish chunk,and mootled clay of a chimera,
Genuflect this comity ,you readership fallen in this comic
strip ,
Drifters sunk midstream and driftwoods far away ,drubbed in drudgery
Eyries of the buccaneers ,back to the jungle ,eyebrows of
fugacity ,
Disarmed from the jungle,reploughed to the jungle to resume
evasive
Gauntlet,
All lands have souls and affinity,and all souls have lands
and
affinity,to which at rest they must return,
Like a leech, shall the driftwoods be seduced ,back to the
jungle ,
Show sympathy to thy motherland ;for in her forest ,thou
shalt
have abiding glacebo,
A house in the summer is worth the stress of soldiering in
the
battlefield ,
Shallowness cascades and edge of the precipice munches away
on a murky cloud,the mucilage of golden morn,
On a mouthful modulus of
motherly , mountaineering of mountebanks,
Mollycoddled ,mortifies hapless motherland ,whose
musculature
And mote locks out of mortise ,molar velocity of apotheosis,
The moon rises where it has fallen and the sun returns to
the runaway
of its eclipses,
Running on a pizzaz like an eternity the elliptical oval of
the cosmos,
Waow ,aplainsailing routine!
Gone to the mope ,motherland groans like a woman inlabour
,motheaten
and mothballed,
Nailed to the nebula of money grubbers, monophonic sheikhs
of filthy
lucres and indecisive derelicts,
How mischance casts spell
on that minxed minions of the jungle ,
Plastered with plaque of misbegotten millstone ,
Mongering medley of armistice and maudlin of bloodbath awakened
Dawn,unctions litotes that ages may not decipher?
Peddled at ambushed moors
and smeared by St.blues queer street ,
Pelted in the jungle ,froth to steed in the jungle ,smitten
in the jungle
Banqueting upon the mounds of brigandage ,motherlandlabours
in vile
For her trademark miscarriages.
They fest and zest in penury and allasundry defecates volition for the
Battlefield,
Deflowered ,curted and doghoused from the alien ,the boatpeople
Now back to foxholes groan in vain
Jungle dotards ,cramped upon the doubting Thomases of the
jungle
Jeered at the kingly rendition of curtsy performance tofiddle-fizzle -
motherland ‘s machismo.
Behold ,a man’s fight
is a man’s fight and never live to fight today’s
fight another day
Until then the boltholes may have long vamoosed from the
bleeding
Earth.
Jungle lords of the dickens ,Dionysian and megawatted ,melanged
on a dickesian limpet
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