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Nepalese Jungle
slowly flowing emerald water pools in placid lake
no tears shed from cat-like eyes of golden green bronze
but there is a grin.........dare say a smile ?
mastering the primal creative force
the toothsome crocodile
a head the verdant subtropical forest looms
in the dappled shade sweet smelling jasmine vines climb
into the canopy
perfect white blooms releasing
the intoxicating perfume of the gods
a rustle in the tall bamboo thicket
materializing as if from another dimension
the sinewy muscled form of the orange hunter
black stripes in stark contrast
low throated growl as he stalks his prey
coming now to the elephant drivers
Mahout's goofy gap - toothed grin
bright red saliva running from mouth to chin
betel nut quid in mouth as he offers leaf folded
magnanimous gesture to you is behold-ed
accepting graciously you take packet and chew
an energetic feeling gradually washes over you
cooling the head and comforting the heart
you would normally drink bitter black coffee
the nut is much better for a morning jump-start
great gray massive creature moves ponderously slow
but with an incredibly graceful liquid beauty
snake-like trunk like a pendulum swings to and fro
Mahout gives a hum obedient pachyderm kneels
climbing aboard, signal from heels, haathi arises, transport sans wheels
Mitch Fuqua
Nepalese Jungle
slowly flowing emerald water pools in placid lake
no tears shed from cat-like eyes of golden green bronze
but there is a grin.........dare say a smile ?
mastering the primal creative force
the toothsome crocodile
a head the verdant subtropical forest looms
in the dappled shade sweet smelling jasmine vines climb
into the canopy
perfect white blooms releasing
the intoxicating perfume of the gods
a rustle in the tall bamboo thicket
materializing as if from another dimension
the sinewy muscled form of the orange hunter
black stripes in stark contrast
low throated growl as he stalks his prey
coming now to the elephant drivers
Mahout's goofy gap - toothed grin
bright red saliva running from mouth to chin
betel nut quid in mouth as he offers leaf folded
magnanimous gesture to you is behold-ed
accepting graciously you take packet and chew
an energetic feeling gradually washes over you
cooling the head and comforting the heart
you would normally drink bitter black coffee
the nut is much better for a morning jump-start
great gray massive creature moves ponderously slow
but with an incredibly graceful liquid beauty
snake-like trunk like a pendulum swings to and fro
Mahout gives a hum obedient pachyderm kneels
climbing aboard, signal from heels, haathi arises, transport sans wheels
Mitch Fuqua
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
..........................
roses have been venerated all through the ages
of quotes on their beauty written pages upon pages
whether moonstruck by rapture or falling in stages
roses are metaphors for love often spoken by sages
pink roses stand for new love, elating and inspiring
crimson red roses signify love immortal found
white roses symbolize love dead or expiring
black roses for love buried deep in the ground
Shakespeare penned in his time what i now repeat
a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet
perchance bard was enraptured by passion's white heat
words enduring forever so perfect and complete
roses are quite often the subject matter of song
like roses are red, my love, and violets are blue
making feelings so good can't help but sing right along
words springing to life like a bell ringing so true
to stop and smell the roses everyone should take the time
living life without the scent of them would surely be a crime
they're free for all to enjoy cause it doesn't cost a dime
sweetness of the rose's intoxicating fragrance is sublime
it has been often said every rose has it's sharp thorn
careless love, the lover pricked, see the red blood flow
but if flesh be rended let nary another soul be mourn
all is fair in love and war and so the novice learns to know
though it might certainly be thought that the matter is agreed
a rose garden for a kindred flame is never guaranteed
beaten, broken, scarred but still unwilling to concede
they give their all and die for love, now watch the poor fool bleed
the black death is the subject of "Ring a-ring o' roses"
"a pocketful of posies" for rosy rash and smell of death
"a-tishoo!, a-tishoo !" was the sneezing and covering of noses
"We all fall down." as they drew their final gasping breath
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
..........................