In The Jungle Poem by JHP Poetry

And the bell rang soft___
Like speakers in elephant's trunk,
The world is a jungle.
Yes, very much it is...
But notice, all creatures do rest;
Throughout the tendril days.
Looping itself around jactations,
Removing its grip as head from body,
Still, you are winsome during these zones.
Each shall be shifted before the dust rises.
Because those germs learn who sneezes..
Indeed it does, to snoop around as bait that pleases.
There is not a choice for you. Yet there are few.
When the pressure is upon the walls behind,
You curve your spine or suppress feelings?
Shall you make those a runic language.
Then only the good knows your heart is ambrosial.


When it nears, the chimes strike still.
The lions roar quiet; snakes sigh tears.
And all shall come to weary when told.
As you prepare divine armor stripped of old.
Take it within the most agitated circumstance,
It may get lonesome; it may seem unforgiving.
Yet, now you can transcend to the next level.
The better person after the aftermaths.
Because equations can be solved;
If you only allow patience to rain onto your soul.
The world is a jungle.
Forever, waking the night creepers; tasing peace keepers.
While justifying actions in manumit manners.
However, keep this in front, when you have given up.
Every creature has its healing peace.
For we all must get some shut eye.