A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 8

glides starry heavens and outwits moonlight to bellyaches darkest hours of the milky way,rippling aside saphired skywater and nebulous cloud,bursting into hysteric laughter when galaxies yelled hypnotised by its confidence game.A pearly peal that lingers on its crooked shrouds of the crouched moon,baked sunlight and revisited coyote's fiasco trips.Nor the salmon's silked skins,a dreamyard prisoner of conscience hardly unzipped.Across the mulberry fields,marker rocks and stones,piled into barns,where the semantics themselves,at the forester's homilectics could not fathom the metalanguages of the wild.'A nature's trip to the laity is hard to discern where the trees tell the posterity unbroken and hallowed,if you listen to the leaves.Who will tell the story when mortals are long gone?It is the leaves,wither or alive'.With one foot on brick tenement and another bannister,the semantics thought him obscene that the trees will tell the fortune and leaves a clairvoyant.Now back to the abode crouching

on burgundy.....

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 7

melange of the winding ritual passage,riverie of quizzical glandeur,stones'clogged shoes,flies'pricked flaming faces and congested eardrums,earful of the blackest dye,blackberries drawn across blood vein lines,weeds bending paths and cross stick basting slopping thorns to weep with mastery of earthshaking homily,grating voices,slipping tongues and plaintive wail submerged by silence,stale roads,cringing for waiting cities.Behold,the swine nosy parker rivers,tugging banks,cloudy with thunder's rattapallax,somnolent troughs,bland belly sound rocketing and freshet bellyaching.Turgid summer and greenish autumn,cracking indolent hours,with gadabout's oddysey unlike the forester's plough cackling fuzzily borrowed time.With the tambourines,pipes and drums of a minstrel,time will signal rainbow and speak for itself not grovel skeletoned riverbeds and drudgery heaven shore.Still it glides above the grey sky,blue stars and yonder galaxies unknown to the hazy of the imponderables.A gold green gadget of nature's trips...

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 6

They with deadend butterball and washrag,debris of graveyard grassland,a drained pipe of eggshell watercolour,washblooded washbowl,nocturnal dreary seahorse,dogwood timepieces,gambol fruitcup earache,the burst seed codgers,featherweed crack and jimson,robed in black anddecker,butterflies,singing birds bramble over ripples wimpled on the rills,sunlight's sparkling lasses and machismos,autumn's splendourous times with sparsely rays to grow zenith slant and slender.Backwoods as greenlight,blooming whitepetals where soft pathways pleats cricket birds,dripping in the nectar,cowdung swooped at defecating abbatoir and cowshed milked and dehorned nigh the suffocating ranch,darting bushpath,and trees'tangles for the giddy walk of speckled grotto,tardier mugginess,of melodic rastamen,bassline for the earth's soft mellow,sniffing alsatian dogs,plying the narrow streams.Clattering of rocky streams,in the tacit embrace of dress down seabed,trees'branches startlin

Sunlight, Forest, Way, Path, Evening

g with expletives and howls,snotfaced melange of the winding

WOLF HOWLS

I wandered as a lonely cloud,when the wolf in darkness howls.Windy birch flagellate with the hilltop's silhouetee.Upon her rabid soul,the sun cast no empathy,in the Darwinian hills and woods,still as the howls junketing at the speed of light,the hunter grit to sword death and swift as the falcon to sword play will not be remorsed by its daisy kicks.Wolves,vultures and foxes too are preys too of higher mammals but not so like lion in the

den.

A NATURE'S BILLOWS

Nature was the biographer of nature whereon with history himself personifies.Wondrous glides and paces pacing through the fiord,decibels,deadwood,walkways,islands,headlands,backwoods,lowlands,highlands,badlands,whispering trees,burbling streams,sunlight sets,forest leaves aglow,golden light dappling open paths,sacred sanctuaries,storms'virulence and tenderwards'billy-os,autumn trees'glowing embers and rich hues,wintering forest,snow and autumn leaves in their historic beckoning calls.The spring's forest with the earth's awakening joy,the sun groveling pebbles in the rain,dashing through the landscapes,over prairies,mountains and rivers,darting birds and wild geese,heading home marching in indianfiles,falcons and eagles,at record speed,speeding eternity away,flapping impecable wings in flight,tireless sunlight claps the earth,moonbeam kissing the seabed.To drop your medula and eyes closed with bended knees in nature's bossom,will be to resign your fate to this wondrous appeal billows of the biographer himself.

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 5

burrowing with teaspoon sugar in their saliva,to cleanse them of horsehairs coated beneath longhouse'fingernails honeymoon.To coerce force majeure on limestone's shady side grovels lukewarm backache.Neither they a whitefish and blackerries,nor under current buttermilk and a forbearer of watertight thunderbird.Solemn autumns visiting solemn blue sky.Wavelength tailbone,lemonline jellybean,crewcut backstroke beachcomber .

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 5

burrowing with teaspoon sugar in their saliva,to cleanse them of horsehairs coated beneath longhouse'fingernails honeymoon.To coerce force majeure on limestone's shady side grovels lukewarm backache.Neither they a whitefish and blackerries,nor under current buttermilk and a forbearer of watertight thunderbird.Solemn autumns visiting solemn blue sky.Wavelength tailbone,lemonline jellybean,crewcut backstr

Forest, Path, Trees, Alley, Outdoors

oke beachcomber .

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 4

into islands of sunbaked stones,worn down in the ocean's floor of submerged salt kisses or fondle of the golden pearls,beneath an ounce of gold.Where autumn wind chases farthest plunged ashore and a thousand chastes weary grimaces,of a thousand scattered sappling seeds.To refrain the bliss that the world is your oysters,with bubbling music at morn and midnight,wine and dine at the lovers'nest.At daylight and moonlight,the world holds your oysters without limit.Why the slids on frivolous shoes to dance farthest on frivolous sands?The river blossoms heavily in moon spilling nights and dark furrows on sadder but witless wights.Migratory birds,borderless wolves and windless falcons by fitful falls of dead rains.Stalked ire of sight ill-fitting skins,tenderfoot daisy wheel slipshods.Of the latter math puzzles,with the cattails,groveling subsided longing persists.A moonshine on snowbank clockwise and anticlockwise,warpath day dreamers.A fishhook in the sheeskin of the underfoot animals.Time spacewalk burrowing

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 3

or lavender for the bees or castor seed or palm plantation or cucumcer.We will not cease to racketeer the farmfields for the sky meteors.And the whole cabboodle of cosmogony cannot be denied of the seasons of parrots.Salamander that fix their eyes'tiny beads on distant cloud of light exploring the stars;are not quite hazy to find their path across the wild and wet nests.To tar the crooked way of the valley with the golden smile and swan out the island's ruins.To sing with blackbirds in the spruces.Will the river be stripped of its cove's stones,from the gulf and blackbirds ceased to grow their wild songs,in the high pines when great nest swayed branches's lattice,moon's brute music kindling inferno?Strangers to paradise in lonely fields with the burning wings.What an agony of a story likened to that of the pines and the twitching leaves so unpalatable for a raconteaur.The beguiling earth with bartered bodies hardly deciphers.Neither jagged beauty'stony trails rise in the rocky acres nor growl to break grief

A NATURES TRIPS.PART 2

There,kwarshiokor and starvation landmines,burnished sheol with innumerable daisy kicks.Blackened eastern inferno,sworddeath beneath farcical battlefield that was never be,yet pogroms kissed the earth's greensheet masked by treachery of headstones where blackscorpion out in a thump,swooped on portharcourt and calabar to submission in the hethptacentric modicum of days.The swinnish swineherd methinks will never forget yet they scorn for memoirs and swerved anew to perfidy.Nature's bliss a nature's wondrous will not dismember its pleasantries of the oddysey.It pleads greedly my navel wherein the forester with the nature's memoirs,made rendition of the oddysey across the woods.He reminisced his gusto to my belly ache to cut tomatoes and then place it on coated barleys or robed farmfield with sweet asylum that smells like honey and tranquility or lillies and peonies that scented the same or sweet peas or sugar syrups peas or sage,myth and thyme ticks them in cheers.This summer

Tree Trunk, Forest Floor, Trunk, Roots

clocks,watermelon and blue robelia

A NATURE'S TRIPS.PART 1

At the rectilinear stand of the awesome pines,a sputtering forester sweet and sour,wandered like a lonely cloud at the sweepings of this regalia,to bone thin phalanx flanking roadside,afterthought magnolias blossoming,adorned purple,yellow and pink,and a gallery of dancing ferns across the bush pathways.White flags draped and swollenhead switched to awe and a sword dance at his swoon not embattled by a trip to the land's end,a vast swathe of the coast acatalectically burried in sand,mangroove,lively oaks,razed gulfweed proned to seahorses tails'clinging and seaweed.An ecosystem not abdicated by swordplays and sheer thin palms of palmettos,augury of triumph and adamantine flung over vanquished trip of the forester to bliss on hallowed ground.His riverie hidden by lofty sacks of row and length perspired and fleckled by cotton plants,tattered rainments sewn at cross swords,in a battlefield that discountenanced colored troops,swooping at no defiance.And lo,prickled the conscience of a seared dawn at port biafra.

PARANOIAC.PART 2

that scorns his malefic and mephitic meres and morrows.As if nescient muliebrity,nocuous and noisome,with perfervid perfidy,robed his johny joie de vivre.Sometimes negligent of his orgulous and philipic plangence,volleyed at plenteous bushwhack plumbless.There he goes into the astrayedpit at this sullen realm farawayandbeyond his rhadamantined thresh,his umbilical quidnunc,repined refulgency and rubescent roundelay,rutilant by chirping birds.Starcrossedships of desert steed unstunned over stygian groove across storied strand.Not chided by supernal surruration,whose temerarious evasion,thrice this tenebrous sky flown.Toilsometidings amiss,toped by welkin of virescent ingratitude.Wondrouswrath grimaces wreathe of younglingyonder yores whodefile and defy zephyr ofillustrousdreamyard fait accompli and white sepulchre,an elusive dreamland wayfarer.The deadwood of the mules creases the muleteer to cast a sentry adispose.A rambling that cannot be extricated from its coatings;a paranoiac.And lo,medication,o selfcare.

PARANOIAC.PART 1

Here abode,smothered aurora,atrabilious bid him adieu crispy far away apace now beyond earshot creased by barque and like jetsam of the argosy cairned.Arrant asunder bedizened by surrealism,tethers bestrewed betide.Celerity of saturnalia boat brumes his clarion feet that once blithely vagabonds the bosky and circumvallate boulevard and the dell of vales that drudge him repressed and cleaved to cockcrows beyond his crapulent,crescent and darkling dingle of divers domes.The eld of eminence,empyreal sky could not curtail and ether waves fulminating sea ernes to espy evanescent fidus achates.Farewell dulcified with flaxened shroud,flexuous hills,fleered from the jungle of Alupluto,fulginated filiginous bunked at random plough with furbelow ichor rising,gooseflesh and hurripilation,illuded him nature to imbrue impuisant ego,incarnadined by his ingrate crux.Across this knell,swings his lachrymal isle,a hidebound,unhallowed voyager's lacustrined lea.A lightsome lambent,maddingly lucent endowed with reprieve that....

TRUMP CARD

Our earthbound earthlings barely a receptacle for uncharted twirls and hardly a jesuitical with the golden eyes.Like a jerk is much more jejune than the hoopla's twinkle,and if hoot be jejune,her hoodwink not wanton hoodoo's red.If horseopera be her hoohas and pecking order,that she mollycoddles to grow vile with hotchpotch and traduce her terrestrial realm then to tut-tut this treacled turpitude.Sparsely roses hath with melifluous symphony the sweetest vignette upturns kismet.A tideway like a tidewaters when hurlyburly's sprinkled inkismet,smokey pride does not see.Behold the steamshovels excavating sordid earth as they steed bootless heaven cries,steeplejacks hurl upon steeplechases,squirearchy of reef knot,squarebashing dreamyard's folklores,spilled in their spiel from subnormal spindles,and slavered to bash sleazy twinkling zeutergeist.Haply it winks this heighos,desire atelliery as flying minstrels in sleeky space,not to twiddle for tweedy autumn.They play trumpcard tis the last trump for golden bliss.

JEWELS OF THE SEAS.

From their ecliptic ebullient duologues,banterings edging edgeways,deep ecclectic ebbtide,the endearments have enchanted ogreish euphoria,haggled like hardbound hardhearted pantalloons ofthe rainbows,their hardbitten ribs,at the lax of picketfence,prickled with broken levee,overflowing riparian bank.To burnish their gravy graffittis greedy guts bombastic greenfingers,from the calculus of the world's oysters or distant immobile fog at interstice interpolated and quashed expostfacto and ipsofacto.Hothouse plants medula mokes of the bibliocractic open molases,traded their moles on the high seas,sailors of voluptuary moor.Mop at intriguing pink from the slit of crenulated whack,let their buckle cockles across corpus jitters at lustrous deserts.To quash the jiggery pottery jilts of this arid connundrum with the jingoism of the impervious machismo.Who shall be the mower?The alpha and omega to clean the augean stable?Omnipresent old stagers?Hurrah,hotpotato freight is ducked!Behold dearest own Marx and Engel reborn.l reborn.

GOOSEBERRIES.PART 3

Swore not to be ducked.Now at the feet they plead so oft they plead maligned semantics to plead them clemency and doused metalanguages,with oleaginous currents of a polyglot.Now they woo them cammaraderrie,fettled above this pang sinewy of the direful goddess of war.Poked boyhood lampooned them,'Wallow, gooseberries,alien sloths at this realm umbilical cord hamstrung,washing royal robes in dirty linen.Sing not the liturgy of the longwinded,when at sedate moor,over this prostituted altars forsooth reckons low comedies,defying lowdowns,not for sportish dance their lullaby.'They keep the fastener where are none but lustrous cheeks of the obscurantism.The high pitched magniloquence of the cosmopolitans frets the sea,jewels of the Carribean,jewel of the seas,fairroses in their genetic bones junketing,winkled not with a squint and winnow with a spleen,splaying to spitfire,with splendiferous spit and polish to clean corpus augean stable,fairy moon,resilient stirups,splinted upon the green fields of the earth.

GOOSEBERRIES.PART 2

Pinheaded low comedies at this sweatening palm,pinted with the vertigos of pink elephant.Being so petulant at this manacle,pouted in dreary disdain,harraugued with muscular dystropy.Muses of the jewels of the carribean,the globetrotters,at their doorsteps barely muck from the jungle of the boyish expedition,whose serendipity at the seaside fomented this fervid gaiety.Narky and mucky,red with goals of derision fire,arraigned charters at the nativity.Backward,they scar this personage to deem them outpatient stroked to wellness at the operating theatre.Better still excommunicated with the ramrod of lustful language.Over this windy sigh that blow them dry as empty eagle,they burn their bashful shame with rashes in the face.Overstrifed but not overstuffed,overtaxed but overshoot with naivety.Overstock and overweening feedeth their earthly pronged heavenly moistures.Pantalloons of the morning rainbow,the jewels of the seas,jewels of the Carribean,hardly push the panic button.Twixt crimson percussion,ramrodmongerers