With a passion that exudes
Madam Fanny is no prude
She's oodles of cash
A Blue tube news flash
"Fanny goes lewd when denude"
Madam Fanny's new costume
Is nothing more than perfume
In all honesty
That's not modesty
Though they loved her in Khartoum
Canonical, orbit, elliptical, prodigal, crown
come back to me reasons and signs and be found in these
Stardust, Sirius, be the scourge of Thebes and of the Sirens of Hades on their knees
But not to service their own but to hide and be weak in thee
The Papyrus reeds wallow in the wind
the fowls skip amongst the mirages,
in the dirge of passion wind dale
in swoon in unfair/fare play in khartoum
In the hands of the divine to scale
Fields, through which the herd drives in dew
and weather it in his due well, oxen and Ewe
The sea flows out of the shore into undersea caverns of mines
The sun comes out from the horizon,
and gemuinely shines
the "sun is my light, and is at your door"
the moon and sun united, light ignites akin forever more
The sun shines from below and rises above like a Phoenix of radiating love
the moon and sun united, satellited relays moonlighting this trove
As biology goes, I'm surviving,
a few aches and pains and a cough
and I check every morning when in the bathroom
to see if my bits have dropped off.
Now, father time knows where I'm living
and likes to make regular calls
which I know by the strands of my hair on the bedding
that have come from my head and my nose.
(Yes, I know what that last line should be, but it's a family website)
The condition called male pattern baldness
is feared by men everywhere
and even I've tried all of the creams and the potions
to try and save my bit of hair
A comb-over like Donald Trump has,
using all of the growth that remains
was still not enough to stop that awful tapping
from every time that it rains.
I even tried growing my eyebrows
as long as I possibly could
to comb them straight upwards and over the top
but that didn't look any good.
A hair loss clinic was suggested
so I phoned them and gave my details,
but I bought myself one or two different fedoras
quite simply in case all else fails.
Then the hair loss clinic gave me an update
which I wasn't expecting so soon,
they'd found my lost hair on a Camel's backside
in a market just outside Khartoum.
North eastern whistling through papyrus banks
Emanating streams are from forest Rwanda
Collecting reserving ever controversial
No propagating ,Lake Victoria real natural source
We are from the source of Nile
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt
Obscuring barriers , flowing river great
We are from the source of Nile
She will be joining blue hands at Khartoum
Resting reversing , then reaching to Cairo
Looking behind like a responsible mom
Blessing the fertile land again , hats off
We are from the source of Nile
Enchanting caves and all gigantic pyramids
Egyptian mummy an evident civilization
Gentle the flow for the life distribution
Never dispensable such a real contribution
We are from the source of Nile
Padmakumar
A curio shoppe on the edge of Khartoum
on the edge of the world
on the cusp of our doom
smouldering incense
bade us come in
a cornucopia
whispered my friend
an aura of daydreams
dappled the air
a cyclone of chaos
strewn everywhere
antiquated cast a ways
cadence from a bygone day
a cossack in a dark burnoose
offered potions
swirled in juice
pomegranate grated fine
adrift in elderberry wine
the phantom laughed
a banshee sound
a scarab scuttled
'cross the ground
a bouyant vapor floated past
ambergris,a glowing glass
carousel of fantasy
castanets inside of me
I don't know how you found the door
wicker splintered
something more
then the wharf,
cerulean sea,
the coral moon
and we were free
in the boat I breathed a sigh
until I caught the
scarabs eye.