THE OARSMEN OF THE Jungle

In the poem below as titled above the style of poetry is both poetic proverb and poetic fiction  can be shortened as PPPF-Poetic Proverbs and Poetic Fiction .Read below:

Let us go into the city and show empathy

Let us depart from the city and show empathy

Let us return to the city and show sympathy

For the forest of our salvation

Let us cherish our motherland and worship her

Pour cold water on a thirsty ground ,still might not

be satisfied.

Hence we wail for the forest,ye ,the forest of our

salvation and the glory of our nation.

Labour not for the alien land and offers  not in vain the

strength of thy youth ,

And in that strength lies the glory of thy nation and the

salvation of thy people,

Shun not your Jerusalem ,show her sympathy ;for in her

rest thou shall have rest.

With the satanic malice ,mischievous as the kitten,

The winter wolves ,squashed lugubrious earth ,

Oarsmen of the  jungle,wretched of the nilecolds-hauling

the city square ,

Plunged its bandwidth into Cimmerian darkness ,

Hot and cold blowers ,wetblanketers and straw-bricklayers ,

Whose attic salt cramponed the arcadian,tickles the ticklers

Gropes in the dark canst not pacify ,the writ of peregrinatory wit ,

As it galumphs as the fidusachates of the Achilles,

To rope the rubicon-crossers into the land of no return where they

sell their soul,

Frangible in the arms of the Morpheus ,the city wails as all asundry ,

The betrothed of the Achilles heel ,thumping grim-death with the

 Diced foxes of the dickens,

Denude denunciation,laden  with unforgotten strokes for the

betrothed to  dissuade uncouth denigration.

Desist, daemons of the jungle,curvature of the gall,andsallowed shells

of the seashore,

Standing on your last legs,break no filament ,to pour oil on troubled

Waters,

Did he fare well?alas gone to exile to condescend where ignorance is bliss

Tis folly to be wise,

Whose greyhound on a clean pair of heels hectored out of herculean

hermetically sealed

Convokes in high-flown struck in high house :

‘’How come kowtowers kowtow the cupola of cloven hoofs ,pygmies

of incorrigible cadence ?

Aplomb,pomp and pageantry in hell, ………………contd.

Cheek by jowl  seeks succor in the desert ,the city groans , tramped

on the grandiose curlicue of curmudgeon avalanche,

Oarsmen of the jungle,machiavelis of the guillotines ,treachery of

Frankeinstein,

Wild goose chasers  of the Gordian knot ‘’

This soulful romp of bombastic, gauntleted by oracle and

Epistolary,backlashed by a dairywoman ,gaped:

‘’Foul play!foul play!!foul play!!! Oh foul play canst not placate

Thee,

Gallery players , to run with the hunt and hounds ,live in clover

Of hell,

Thou glory in fairy-land  to court disdain ,court contempt for thy

Home,

Still cringe not;thou o jungle ,thou shalt be ,thou o jungle ,thou

Shalt return ,Stampede now to your conscience to live in clover

Still he meeds in vile to rebuff the Parthian shot :

‘’ You foxhole of the Gordian knot -has it been told to the

Marines.’’

Hence ,like a big bang  polymorhosis, struck zeautergeist ,

Upon  maelstrom , stampede electrocutes hindward towards

the jungle and tarry ,

Oarsmen buffoonery buffeted ,reverts to the jungle

 Where the mole and the mope contest calcified waning mettle

Oarsmen of the jungle ,lords of the jungle and kinsmen of the

Jungle,seek solace  in avarice and nonchalance

Clinging impetuously to the jungle and lo ,the Gordian knot goggles

adinfinitum.

Coyish coaxswain cozened in their lawn on a deafening gallows ,

Desultory as it is ,tramps fallen from paradise to the hell of the

dickens

Lords of the jungle ,crickets of the jungle cling to the jungle.

Alas,changelings of the cosmos ,estranged cohorts of the passing

Winds,

Vagrant chaplets of smouldered morn ,chaperoned by chinless cicatrix

Of churlish chunk,and mootled clay of a chimera,

Genuflect this comity ,you readership fallen in this comic strip ,

Drifters sunk midstream and driftwoods far  away ,drubbed in drudgery

Eyries of the buccaneers ,back to the jungle ,eyebrows of fugacity ,

Disarmed from the jungle,reploughed to the jungle to resume evasive

 Gauntlet,

All lands have souls and affinity,and all souls have lands and
affinity,to which at rest they must return,

Like a leech, shall the driftwoods be seduced  ,back to the

jungle ,

Show sympathy to thy motherland ;for in her forest ,thou shalt

have abiding glacebo,

A house in the summer is worth the stress of soldiering in the

battlefield ,

Shallowness cascades and edge of the precipice munches  away

on a murky cloud,the mucilage of golden morn,

On a mouthful modulus of  motherly , mountaineering of mountebanks,

Mollycoddled ,mortifies hapless motherland ,whose musculature

And mote locks out of mortise ,molar velocity of apotheosis,

The moon rises where it has fallen and the sun returns to the runaway

of its eclipses,

Running on a pizzaz like an eternity the elliptical oval of the cosmos,

Waow ,aplainsailing routine!

Gone to the mope ,motherland groans like a woman inlabour ,motheaten

and mothballed,

Nailed to the nebula of money grubbers, monophonic sheikhs of filthy

lucres and indecisive derelicts,

How mischance casts spell  on that minxed minions of the jungle ,

Plastered with plaque of misbegotten millstone ,

Mongering medley of armistice  and maudlin of bloodbath awakened

Dawn,unctions litotes that ages may not decipher?

Peddled at ambushed moors  and smeared by St.blues queer street ,

Pelted in the jungle ,froth to steed in the jungle ,smitten in the jungle

Banqueting upon the mounds of brigandage ,motherlandlabours in vile

For her trademark miscarriages.

They fest and zest in penury and  allasundry defecates volition for the

 Battlefield,

Deflowered ,curted and doghoused from the alien    ,the boatpeople  

Now back to foxholes  groan in vain                                                                 

Jungle dotards ,cramped upon the doubting Thomases of the jungle

Jeered at the kingly rendition of curtsy performance  tofiddle-fizzle - 

motherland ‘s machismo.

Behold ,a man’s  fight is a man’s fight and never live to fight today’s

fight another day

Until then the boltholes may have long vamoosed from the bleeding

Earth.

Jungle lords of the dickens ,Dionysian and megawatted  ,melanged

on a dickesian limpet   ,