TWENTY FIVE HIGH RISE STOREY

 

With a finger across his lips

Like a pan pipe of Krishna’s peace

Been Murli Bansuri

As if he played a song with his mouth

Stood the old Baobab tree

It let the birds nestle and rest their sharp, grizzly talons

Rich beaks to nibble and graze

Whilst he sang his golden song

Even the colossal clouds could perch on his shoulders

For his twenty five high rise storeys

Were so tall

One day they twittered whilst the gritty weather

It’s warm, toasty and summery breeze scowled

Mocked, grumbled and natter-jacked along

To what the Baobab tree

Had to joke whilst merrily he played

His finger on mouth

The many long branches like an old flute

“What if the sun was not at all real?

The moon merely a joke

All the spectators of the neighbourhood

That lived upon my high rise branches

Twenty five storeys which stood

Were all Halloweens”

“Goodness me” the birds chirruped

As they gloated and gloomed

The sun grimaced and groaned

From up its pulpit rooms

High atop the twenty five storeys

Of high rise Baobab tree

 

Soon it started fashioning all nighty critters

That lived upon his storeys

To tell what the outcome of his story

Would thence fore be

The nuns in one of his church steeple belfry

With virgin white trimmed pinafore frocks

Blossoming and blooming buds

Mary Quite Contraries

Began to ring the hundred haunting bells

As they ding-donged-dinged holy chimes

The sun with his panpipe of peace

Lord Krishna disappeared

One rickety-wickety nun poked out

 Her holy macabre nose

Twice as long as the crooked spriggy

Branches of the Baobab like Saint Pinnochio!

She sighed

“The Halloween moon shall soon rest

Upon one of its perch on the twenty five storey

High rise Baobab downtown Yukon River

 North American subcontinent Alaska

Or maybe moult into Chrysalis Crystal Bone Globe

 Somewhere Norwegian Europe Y’know”

The holy ghoulish priest with a smirk and evil grin

Wearing long ropes of weeds and twiglets

As holy tunics, robes, cincture

Chaste and pious cassocks

Its green leafy tentacles, spines

Curly curvy long tendrils divine

Like twirly swirly piglet tails

Began to rest his needle spiked chin

Into the Baobab’s cheery blossoms

As if ‘twere his grizzly pin cushion

 

There would be several little

Machiavellian Altar boy and grotesque girl pin heads

Tucked asleep in their blighted graves

Only awoke for midnight masses

From atop the high pedestals and pulpits

Nestled somewhere in between the Baobab

Little ghastly Cemetery pin nodules, nodes and nymphets

Like upside down blind bats

 Blindly clinging

“Dang!” Mused they as if handcuffed and blindfolded

All asleep in their little graves

With sinister gravestones that showed face

 When soon morn it became

“Here rest the weary gruesome

Pin ghost stripes

Of the Baobab alongside

Speckled white and grey

Who turn translucent as we dwell

Upon his tall high rise building

Nearly twenty five storeys”

The shrieking pin striped mist phantoms

 Then enveloped

The old blessed tree

From out their spooky graves of the friendly

Ghastly Nodes, nodules, spur stumps and nymphets

 

A funny new breed of Casper spirits

Coddiwompling destinations

Their queer phantasm apparitions journeying

By catawampus rhythms

Spookily their heads poking here and there

The Baobab tree

Conker brown nuts and green red caper berries

Jobbernowler squirrels, its quibbling nincompoops

Busy munching and storing nuts in pouches

Weird Tenants haggling over staggering rent

Of their towering chambers and units

Wrangling uncanny customers wishing

 For a wee space of terraces upbeat

Leisure, pleasure versus pain, stiff competition as rain

Fighting obnoxious lazy hares and blind enormous rat races

Missing the special slow paced tortoise carapace trains

To own peculiar territories up the strange

Baobab tree

Coddiwomplers their mysterious residents

Big black bandicoot Extraterrestrials with uneven jagged

Fat teeth like chunks of blue moon cheese

Chipping through its wooded and wooden seats

Storming into their space castles

Sky rocketing up the funny, strange Baobab Tree!

A group of stars, astronauts, cosmonauts and Taikonauts

American, Russian or Chinese space time travellers

Hoisting their flags and flagpoles!

 

Neighbouring booed and rattled

 A fury of gruesome ghosts pins heads

Another group of spectre wraiths

Misty vapour, fog and smoke

Hot air rises

Cool air drops

Waiting for their turn

For Holy Communion

To transform mellow and gentle

For the sky was pitch black

The moon silvery a host

Many of the mist pin striped Halloween ghosts

Turned speckled and spotted

From white and grey to

Translucent blue, pink and purple ghosts

Eerily the stars appeared

Now the mystic moon

Held her finger on the lips

As if to play the pan pipe of peace

The Murli Been Bansuri again

Of the many twenty five storeys above

Of the high rise

Baobab tree!

 

Down below were wildly growing

Bushes and shrubs

Groping to Baobab hefty tree trunks

Its clingy vines clung to him dearly

Like black sheep fleece of the family

Or like an elephants tusk with a trumpet

Like a python snake or ocean limpets

Even a clingy tall necked giraffe island

Or wide jawed crocodiles green monstrous tail

A lions majestic mane grew and sprung

Mystical fairy roots that circled

Gripping, squeezing and teasing madly

The mysterious Baobab

Also housed upon its sprawling

Bifurcating branches tillowing

Into forks

A host of black Ravens and crows

To take care of the skeleton chores

They were but burnt out, bones bare and chewed

So they rattled whilst they dusted and cleaned

Even and odd sprigs and sprockets

Of the old Baobab Tree

Loudly and clearly could one hear them

Heartily sing at the topmost storey right above

As mid air balanced their toes

The black crows and their skeletons

 

The stiff, stuffy air of pungent odour of berries

Choked them gorily

As raspingly they sang

“Crawww Craawww Chaak Chaaak

Baobab Trrrrrrreee

We worked and slogged enough

Now let us rest our weary

Talons, beaks and bones

To make our nest

For our hatchlings to keep

Glossy eggs to hatch

Crawww Craaww chaakkk Chaaakk”

Many of ravens and black crows

With their itty-bitty skeletons

In pairs then hustled close

Nearby crooning as if cuddling

Creaky bones throbbing, rattling in their cosy rooms

The nests

To gather sticks and stones

One of the many high rise

Twenty five storeys

To lay their hatchlings and eggs

A dry twig, an abandoned sock

A handkerchief in knots

Old withered leaves so large

As hands of the clown’s gloves

All made an excellent compartment

Brinnging, branging their dinner and doorbell gongs

Pleasantly full of Halloween dust

Sparkly machine sprockets, twigs and sprigs

Handles of their sodden and wooden dusty doorknobs

On the high rise Baobab Tree

 

Whilst stars like cut out diamonds

Pointed

As many their spangled arrow bejewelled bodies

Full of starlight

Almost looking like luminous star fishes

Stood out from the rest

Complaining while they rested their

Sharp edges as if they poked the

Fluffy green leaved wedges of the tree whilst resting

Five pointed stars even ten

What must one say about the twelve?

Thirteen or fourteen pointed starry rays

They all found a good twinkling home

Up the twinkling Baobab

Twenty five storeys high rise building

Even the comets and meteorite balls

Hung further higher above celestially

An aerial view of land, rivers and mountains below

Whilst music chords of the panpipe of peace Bansuri

Piping eternally musical lute

In their neighbourhood could be heard

Every now and then

The busy neighbours living peacefully and sound

Of the holy Baobab tree

 

The best neighbourhood and talk of the town

The tall gigantic twenty five storey high rise

Baobab Tree

However the king one day nervously rattled

Like a Tall Timber, Diamond Back, Easter Massaugua

Sidewinder or pit viper rattle snake

As he smoked his funny meerschaum pipe

Blowing alluring, mesmerising

And hypnotising rings of smoke

 Upon the many floors

One garish castle of his was so shiny and bright

It had several doors and windows

To let in the moonshine

Through its gridded and barred portcullis

All told the strange Lord Dik Dik

And Queen Irene who lived there

Were also quite distressed

Bragging tall tales about the strange Halloween Folklore

As one taleteller fabricates stories

By the not so happy Princess Moonshine

Goodnight

 

They did not know the reason why

Till the cats let out their cat out of the bag

Till the many cats on hot bricks

Even spilled the secret of the beans

All complained about his daughter so burnt out

Refused to be happy neither now play sweetly

Harmoniously the pan pipe Bansuri of Peace

Once everybody thought she dared

To bring marvellously enchanting entralling music for their ears

So that they lived peacefully and sound

Now she feared the night

And hated nightmares

Even the horses with hooves that galloped

And gallivanted nearby upon the twenty five storey

Tree grunted and grumbled to the Lord Dik Dik

Their daughter just wouldn’t sing

For she wished to get only Sweet Dreams

The beggarish mendicant spectators that made wishes

On such cloven feet of horses

Too flew up the many high rise storeys

Of the Baobab building

To witness such a sore sight

As to why the holy daughter named Goodnight

Of Moonshine

Wouldn’t dare to play her

Been Panpipe of Peace Bansuri once again

 

So Lord Dik Dik and Queen Irene

Put forth a proposition

To their eerie kingdom one and all

“Hear ye Hear ye

Whosoever makes our daughter grin

And bring out her finger on her long lips

Spreading little and thumb

Rest finger tips neatly within the cup of her palm

To play her Been Murli Bansuri Pan Pipe

Shall win her meticulous grin

Rosy rouge and purple lips

In simpler terms her gloved hand in marriage”

They strummed as the horse whinnied and gritted

Their band of merry guitar men

With their unsound guitars

Only the key notes of her key chords

Of her blessed Murli Panpipe of Peace Bansuri

Were absent from the choirs

Of Halloween singing Cherubims

And angels with their harpsichords and trumpets

 

The blessed Murli Been Bansuri Panpipe

Alas! Was missing

Her face was silver and white

Her obnoxious grin bare of teeth

As her sparkly face devoid of grins and smiles

They had to find a prince to her fancies and whims

Who would make her smile again

And dream Sweet dreams instead Nightmares

So down the high rise storey building

The horses trotted again to fetch

The stripling Prince of Sweet dreams

Prince Rocky Balboa

So strong, muscular, sinewy and daring a knight

With strange tattoos of

Primitive red skin Red Indians and pale faces

Skeletons and daggers “Death before Glory”

Of his enticing plucky story

Wearing a shining silver armour

Holding a silver sword

That could rip and mince anything to smithereens of course!

 

Well! To start off with Princess Goodnight

And Prince of the Baobab tree Sweet Dreams

Rocky Balboa

Would shake you to the roots

And jostle you to the ground

When the Prince of Sweet Dreams

Learnt she hated night mares

And wished only Sweet Dreams for

This would make him win her over

Not only her many eyelashes and thongs

The Cat O’ Nine Tails grimly along

But also her pink rouge

Purple, scarlet lips so pouty and long

So bare of smiles and grins

It just was upside down

Instead of downside up

She hardly grinned

Hardly ever played her panpipe flute Been

Murli Bansuri!

Only if she dared

There would be peace again

 

This one Prince tried

Though many others tried and were unsuccessful

In changing foul nightmares to sweet dreams

The hero of our story

Came gallivanting and galloping so high

On his little short pony

Sweet Dreams

The Prince was called A Stalwart Star

And looked a Puppet Rocky Balboa

Out of the boxing movie

Snuggling with his boxing gloves declared triumphantly

“This Halloween when the stars

Rested their many silver points

Tucked again into the top most many storeys

Would she shine once more with a smile gloriously

A finger across her long lips

To play once again the Been Pipe Bansuri”

 

Now the Prince Puppet of Sweet Dreams

The hobby sweet pony he rode

Had a carriage full with sweets and éclairs

Candies, peppermints, lozenges and taffies

All sorts of sweet tooth and tooth fairies

Wanting to knock off every child’s bad dreams

For Halloween Sweet Ones

By giving them a spare real one

Instead of a milky galaxy

That if intelligent you all know are made of milk

To rot, fall or be pulled by

A silken hanky, string, doorknob or thread

Instead gifted them a brand new set

Of white sparkling wisdom teeth

So they smiled ear to ear

That was the duty of the Prince of Sweet Dreams

To fill with teeth the smiles of the unhappy

Special grins and evil grins

Sad grins or funny ones

Now were filled with sweet toothy ones

So many teeth one could never count

More than a countless hundred thousand sixty four

Till they reached zenith

Now as the grim moonshine Princess of glory

Cackled and grinned

She didn’t have a single tooth to show

Only a hollow cavity

She sighed to get a Sweet Dream at least once

 

But this time frolicked in her very heart

To her deepest cores

When Prince of Sweet Dreams

Rocky Balboa

Filled her mouth with his tooth fairies

Magic wands

More that hundred countless shiny teeth

Like a knight’s hundred million cutlass swords

They poked out here and there funnily

From her long moon mouth

So spiky, long and sharp

She wasted not one moment

And grinned evilly and quick

Guess she fancied a sweet dream

Instead of night mare

The short blessed pony Sweet Dreams

Indeed come truest to true

From fiction to fantasy

Reel to real

You could whimper and moan if you pinched yourselves

As she grinned from up above

 

Now the children of Halloween

Though happy to see her countless

Sharp fangs and cutlass teeth

Got an electric shock

Frightfully jumped right off their skin

Flesh and bones

Only hollow skeletons of Halloween

Said to one another

“Hallow Good Eve”

Once again the Princess Moonshine

Good Knight with silvery smiles

Of hundred Knights countless fangs and teeth cutlasses

Oh Dear Me!

Put her finger across her lips

Spreading her little and thumb nicely

Rest cupping neatly within cup of her palm

To play Murli Been Bansuri Pan Pipe of Peace!

 

Now she matched the Halloween Cheshire Grin

“A cat without a grin

But a grin without a cat”

The happy neighbourhood deemed

As she swallowed all her sorrow, woe and misery

She looked the pet Cheshire Kitten

Of Alice in Halloween Wonderland

Who could ever compete with such a monstrous thing?

Only the sinister Pumpkin Head Jack Willington’s

With their sneers, snickers, jibes and evil grins

Now turned into her midnight

Pumped and prinked pompous chauffeurs

Rode her in a rich royal chariot

With her Prince of Sweet Dreams

Rocky Balboa the puppet man

Who turned Sweet Dreams real!

In a castle built above twenty five storeys

Of the Lucky Baobab Tree

 

Only if you dreamed of the next blazing

Neighbour that soon arose

Mystifyingly the revolting Sun

Inside its many chambers

Filled with friction sunlight and fire

A flint that matchless

It even erupted with flames of ardour

The countless morning mourning stars

That peeped from the Halloween

Twenty five storey high rise

Baobab

Even when friction touched the sun

Torching brilliant flames and testing his fingers

Waters of its nearby pond….. It sizzled

And made a frying hissing sound

Ssssssss…..

 

All doggone dragon flies buzzed and bumpity bump

Hit their head lights and tail lamps tuxedos

Whilst neon torches of bumble bees and

Fire flies flitted near and far

Even Butterwings of butterflies

Flitted beyond the happy fairy

Halloween Tree

For the neighbours to take a dip

Into the warm little pond

Even get an air of the cushiony firths

Of the blue clouds

Surrounding its sprawling

Bifurcating branches and twigs

Into tillows and forklets

All living peacefully and soundly

Little eaves of the knowledge tree

Then when it thundered and lightening struck

It rained pellets of blue and white glistening drops

Again

 

Even Eve and Adam nicknamed

The Baobab

Twenty five storey high rise building

‘THE TREE OF LIFE’

Her many sodden roots of her toes

Her many ingenious proposals and countless prodigies untold

In her graveyard section

The pin striped mist ghosts

Speckled and spotted

Transparent luminous

Blue, pink, purple

Even old gallivanting galloping dew drop horses

Pounded like the keys of the old typewriter

One windy rainy day

Turning into lucrative businesses

Thriving on the old baobab

Its twenty five century high rise storeys

An eye for wisdom

Sweet tooth for knowledge

As it typed down this story

The Halloween mice squealed and squeaked

With delight

As the Halloween Moon

Grinned evilly and sharply

With their million cutlass knight glistening, shiny teeth

For now Princess Moonshine Good Knight

Had indeed turned to a valiant shy knight

With her snake charmer Prince of Sweet Dreams

Muscular and sinewy biceps and triceps

Showcasing proudly her finger

On her purple grin

Playing her Panpipe of Peace Bansuri Flute

As cloying and long nearly ear to ear

Her flashy fleshy smiles

It fitted and filled

Million countless sharp Cutlasses within!

She dared to grin again!

Hallow Good Morning