In the middle of deep dark woods
Beneath the clumsy, capricious clouds
A wacky, wiggly passage leads
To a captivating, carious ground
There dwells a divine dreamy Datura
Brewing, in the lap of her beaming aroma
A bowl of nifty, nefarious nectar
Whose magical scent I smelt in Abyssinia
Pour one drop of it in your soul and soon___
You will get teleported__ to river Reena of the moon
Celestial fantastic flies hovering you
Until you are inebriated by the Reena's liquor__Maroon
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P.S: Datura is a flowering plant also known as Moon flower.
(The lap of Datura is aroma, and the nector is brewed there...
Reena's liquor is Maroon in colour)
(~Paghunda Zahid... 2020 - 08- 19)
Categories:
carious, imagery, imagination, moon, nature,
Form: Alliteration
Constructing Catacombs
Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal
Corpses mounting high, Angels in the sky, reuniting dead and divine
Perpetual praying, love’s lost laying, as we build their sacred shrine
For we question why, we deceitfully die, within the abortifacient vine
Blue clouds of clay, casually chip away, as the minstrels drink their wine
The new Babylon, do we belong, beyond death's door is still unknown
Faith be quick, do we get to pick, a heaven or hell that we have sewn
Odious obstruction, of deaths destruction, mankind comes to mourn
Caught in oblivion, a denunciative delirium, and thus we are reborn.
Nov.08.2017
PREMIERE CONTEST NO 110
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
carious, dark, death, destiny,
Form: Rhyme