BUNNY GIRLS.Part 2

A divisive wall in the bard's vicinage,comme-ilfaut-less cockleshells,across dualcompound,colleens at fisticuff,eavesdroping mellow,earfulglued at simulated dingdong.Dissonances on the distaff side,eardrum modulated frequency coagulated.His tremolo yells,as they divvy up with velocity at dizzyingheight.Let them part like delta!Will they part,to sequestrate pulchritude and celibate?O really!.Hilarious corpus,a comic strip ducked with commissaries of sloths and bunny girls prostituting company manners and composmentis aboard titanic wreckages.Deflowered golden brownies,decommissioned sailors in the saturnalia boat,dyhydrated corpus golden bliss,and defiled it with guttersnipes and street urchins.Delirious dejavu and deleterious delusion,at that deluged farhrenheit,gangsters on corpus mellow.What diaphanous dewdrop of misery bungled by diddling devil-may-care archipelagos whosedibble will not be remorsed even when its dice is cast at diatribes and censure.Let motherhood and genealogy,dinkum childhood dinky dins.

BUNNY GIRLS.Part 1

Is n't it quirky,a Siroco blowing from the north to southpoles,a sizzler,a scorcher,sinewy,a sinedie sinecure,and behold,the ubiquity of the skinflick's sinuos blanket,a skulduggery,slaky inferno of the slags and the ilks.At noontide,windowpane slanting,bard on the sofa,ducked in brownstudy,scribbling a doggerel and then a slattern,bumptious virago,she spoke in the second person singular,a dissipated bunghole,somehow slangy and a slap and tickle,slapdashed with volleys of slapsticks,sledging the bard's slice of life.And then the first person singular the sleeky damsel gulled in the cosseted duplex,sometimes as tutelary tut-tuts the turncoat treadle,her oak subsided,at last in the duologue,bunged and fallen on the treadmill's landmine. smothered.Alas,acrobatic bunny girls on the sprout like brusselsprouts,bunkering licentious bunsen burner.Teased by machismos to Burgundy wine,dunced with bibliophiliac frolics,a golden nest of clam and clambake.Clangerdroppers as the cockcrows,cockcrows as the clangerdroppers.

ST.VALENTINE:GEOFREY CHAUCER'S PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS.PART 4

Scholars like Henry Ansgar kelly and a host of others believed otherwisethat Chaucer was refering to May 3 instead.And it was a day when a bishop,the Valentine of Genoa died and was commemorated in A.D.307.Writing about the summer in the 'Parliament of fowls',with the lines," St Valentine,that art full high aloft,thus singen,smalle fowles for thy sake".The poem deals with the arrival of summer and early May seems to be ideal day for the best valentine day instead of mid february and it explains again vividly differences in the celebrating periods worldwide.The last evidence that was deduced that adds credence to May 3 theory is that;it was in 1381 that Richard 11 was engaged to Anne of Bohemia and Chaucer possibly wrote the poem the following year to celebrate and mark the anniversary of that great betrothal.We are certainly as mankind great students of history and great custodian of freedom thathistory bestows which we made possible as tireless watchers standing on great walls of freedom to defend freedom.

ST.VALENTINE:GEOFREY CHAUCER'S PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS.PART 3

the first days of May trailingbehind them,their ducklings.Birds'instinct for gathering nesting materials can be noticed even January and depending on how wild the winter is,so they start mating by late February.Nevertheless,February 14,is a probability and May too is right but far too late for the first mating of the year.If Chaucer did write,he did so or was writing under the influence of the Julian calendar and his February 14 was closer to the end of February by the standard of mordern Gregorian calendar.Ordinarily we imbibed valentine from ornithological studies and certainly the ancient or pagans fired the first salvo,from which almost allwestern norms emanated from.They begin courtship and mating quite early in February which is why valentine begins during theperiod in some parts of the world.Some critics have pointed to midfebruary as an unlike time of theyears for birds to mate especially in England.Unlike the general norm in which feb 14 was established as a christian feast day of the saint valentine

ST.VALENTINE:GEOFREY CHAUCER'S PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS.PART 2

However,the differences in the festival dates worldwide can be linked to the birds'mating and courtship period which falls through similar Valentine period.You know the birds courtship takes weeks and startling evidences abound.For instance in New England,USA,when they first gather in the area after migration,depending on the type of birds of both gender,perhaps do not arrive together.Take for instance red winged blackbirds.Besides the Mallards(ducks) that come in pairs having selected patner in the prior fall,they arrive together in February.Mating plummage takes time in some birds to fully reflect,when some feathers colour change to drive attraction.Plummage is in full colour when both sexes are present.They tend to show off their prowess at nestprotection to the females that is when they go through a process of male sparing.This is particularly common with redwinged blackbird and it leads to selection of patners and nest building begins.It begins for Mallards in February when they move in pairs and by the

ST.VALENTINE:GEOFREY CHAUCER'S PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS.PART 1

Did Chaucer popularised by his book 'Canterbury Tales'in the Parliament Of Fowls'ever invent the Valentine day of love and Romance?If not who did and gave the inspiration to mankind?Why did variation to the festival still differs worldwide till date?The Blogger Ibikunle Laniyan explores historical sources and punditry about the literary origin of Valentine to unveil the answers.We strictly borrowed clues from the tapestry of nature's incredible insigts.Enjoy the reading. It is not too unorthodox to be enthused that most of the western values had pagan origin.Certainly,it has an iota of truth and not only the Valentine days of love and romance,but also earlier pagan festivals share similarities in values and contexts with Christmas,Easter and Halloween.According to a thoughtful comments in a blogpost though valentine days all over the world,are not often been celebrated on February 14 as widely acclaimed but there are also startling evidences that it coincided and imbibed values from the bird mating days.

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.