Dark thrilling from Pragma into Padma,
My Agape all surrendered,
As Philia was knocked down.
Ludus and Eros were tightly handcuffed,
I was nurtured by the plur,
Crumbled for etcetera.
I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring
the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr
Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings
and acorns full of french berets and nutmeg tinted plur
falling down like parachutes with no inter ;
I do foretell the signs of summer's end and so salute
the fury tilts of sapling greens in soakly forest wood;
Those elongated serenades of change with no refute
who can question them beneath God's plentish hood
except his "FIVE" bounteous leaves of cherry wood;
Swiveling down here and there aiming far with dip
the rusky calls of brownie birds as they lose their fur
The cheep- cheep- cheep of a baby's nest, a quip
that zings across the equinox of fall and oft conjures
the memory of an Autumn's tale and sweet procure ;
I yearn for gatherings of pumpkin pies and feast
the shaky janks of corn roast romps
the evening hearth that says "you're truly blessed"
Yes I love the Autumn's bold audacious stomp,
that sells to me its beauty and its comp...
August 24, 2018
The pinks, the yellows, the greens, the blues
Bright coloured outfits, bright sparkly shoes
These are the sights I love most to see
The horns, the whistles, my raving family
The beats, the bass, the atmosphere in the place
The music, the lyrics, the complete lack of space
The bond that you feel as you bounce to that sound
That feeling makes you free, nothing can bring you down
The lyrics that's spat when you all know the words
Makes the whole place erupt as you repeat what you've heard
The euphoria from the tunes that the turntable kings play
Makes you forget all your troubles, all your cares slip away
The description is perfect, summed up in one word
We are ravers, we are friends, we are family, we are PLUR
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