TROPICAL PARADISE

We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks...

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We fly on a green carpet

through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes for companions

in the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our faces

as we trek down winding paths.

Snapping sounds taunt us

as we canoe down the river.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sounds louder.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.

 

 

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PARADISE LOST

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Trees fill the conservatory.

Wolf leads us inside.

A domed paradise of greenery.

We follow him through bushes

that move to a music all their own.

Humid air coats our skin.

The ground shivers beneath our feet.

The trees lift up their massive roots.

Scraggly arms reach for us.

Time to leave this artificial paradise.

THE DEAD GAME

BRIGHT EYES

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BRIGHT EYES

Bright eyes look out at me

from a jungle of trees.

Leaves rustle in the soft wind

or from some movement within.

I must get out of here.

I can not take this fear.

I am lost in the green see.

This isn’t where I want to be.

I left the party to open a closed door,

and here I am about to hit the floor.

I’m surrounded from each side.

There’s no place for me to hide.

A creepy plant is bowing to me.

It wants to take a bite out of me.

How did this party turn to hell?

I can now hear the dinner bell.

I’m sure it is ringing for me.

Dinner I will now come to be.

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    Green-glassed walls hold us in.

    The ground rumbles and shakes.

    The trees lift up their trunks,

    Pulling their roots from the dirt.

    They shuffle closer to us,

    Bushes following in their wake.

    A tall plant opens its jaws,

    Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.

    Squeaking bats follow us out,

    Flapping their wings at our heads.

    We must escape this house.

    This is not a game I care to play.

    THE DEAD GAME

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MAN-EATERS

Welcome to my house.
A greenhouse of snakes.
Overgrown greenery.
A bat cave.
And don’t forget.
My man-eating plants.
The Florida sun shines in.
Giving life to my friends.
And death to all who enter.
THE DEAD GAME

INTO THE JUNGLE

 

 

Take me into the jungle.

Across the bamboo bridge.

To where it’s hot and humid.

And exotic creatures come to life.

Branches hit me in the face.

Bugs bite my hands and legs.

Greenery attempts to bury me.

But this is the life I want to live.

THE GREENHOUSE

 

 

A green house in Florida.

Greenery and wildlife to the brim.

Trees with life of their own.

Birds unseen but heard.

Limbs reaching.

Grabbing for the next visitor.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Wings flapping in the next room.

Surprises in store.

And so much more.

Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

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