Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
In the hush of first breath,
the world opened-
light divided from dark,
order summoned from void.
Names were given:
man,woman,garden,day.
But beginnings do not hold forever.
Even paradise can be outgrown.
The story shifted.
......
Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
......
Beautiful as the moonlight gleam,
She taught us, to work in a team.
Not only did she teach us English as a subject,
Always took us to an imaginary journey of each object.
She, as a fairy down this earth,
Her stories give a thousand readers birth.
Handwriting like the pearls shining bright,
She can transform a person with her insight.
......
Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
......
pretty or slippery are not my names
no time for docile dolly games
peaceful presence my authenticity aims
ascension not something timidly tame
Chorus : shiver shake not, I have nothing to hide
flowing with life’s lovely tide
if you cannot bear scars and shadows
go elsewhere to see what flavour marrows
......
In the hush of first breath,
the world opened-
light divided from dark,
order summoned from void.
Names were given:
man,woman,garden,day.
But beginnings do not hold forever.
Even paradise can be outgrown.
The story shifted.
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......