Golden is yourself, so Harry is golden,
And there is no reason not to eat eggs,
So the twelve eggs are also lain golden,
On each level to signify there’s no begs.
The ladders are pink to remind us that,
Women can aspire by climbing to the top,
By using their brains and character to pat,
And patronise the male ego, hopefully pop.
The ducks are indeed ducklings, children,
And are blue suggesting they are boys,
For the men who deride and hurt us when,
They think that they can treat us as toys.
The caged bird is yellow, just like the cage,
Because the bird has the right to escape,
And yellow, or golden, is the locked cage,
Since it has a key to unlock the tying tape.
The green ground ramifies earth’s nature,
Flowing with grace and beauty for freedom,
Making it obvious that you can walk anywhere,
Any posture, any reason, into any kingdom.
The hen feed is piled up and pink, we wink,
Like the ladders for socially upwardly mobile,
Which to me states that it is good to drink,
And of course eat, therein you can be capable.
Chastity is never fruitful, clever or right,
But we should all have a shot of the kite,
That lovers’ swing that makes you happy,
Disallowing the impudent or the snappy.
Sex sets you up for the day and for life,
When computers, friends don’t have life,
It propounds the right an raises good,
Ramifies that which you have understood.
Swish thud goes the pendulum,
Giving every second significance,
With each moment as important.
Taking me into myself, for myself,
Able to access my abstraction,
Feeling my own presence positively.
The beats remind me of my heartbeat,
There, but not visible: just by intelligence;
Only these clocks emphasise the seconds.
Tradition can stink, but here it settles:
The invention suffices to help me think,
And ponder on my whereabouts.
The anchor escapement mechanism transcends,
Slowness for me to grasp various possibilities,
Ramifies that there are ways of leaving.
Of leaving the said, the ornate and the strict:
The old can often aid departure even from them,
As given, never to be claimed by anyone.
Beautiful weeping willow ramifies towards magnified soul abyss
The air around is so thick it will almost hiss
The willows boughs touch the bliss
Underneath the willow two lovers kiss
Their souls become one
The new day has just began
On the horizon there is rising sun
Splashing in the water gees are having fun
The gees will fly
To the linen blue sky
The nightingale will sing song of the heavenly sky
In the warm rays of sun this July
The lovers will look deep into each other’s eyes
But at the same time girl in boy’s arms dies
But three eyed raven catches her soul before it reaches the skies
And brings it back and now as the boy kisses her girls body will rise