Come over here
&
Step a bit closer
I'd like, to get
To know ya
We'll start off
A bit gentle
Before we go
Really mental
Stepping out
Into the jungle
No fear!
Just hear
The rumble
Your jump
Like zippy
And bungle
Feel a rush
Here comes
The encore
Bass drops
Once it hears
The crowd raw
Let loose now
See with your
Eyes closed
Spirits thumps
Queen & King
Of the jungle
Welcoming any
New arrivals
- Author: Poetic Dan ( Offline)
- Published: April 28th, 2019 06:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Sunday rave.... Go on then! Be careful but have fun. When I'm weak, you're tellin' me that I'm strong. When I'm right, you're tellin' me that I'm wrong But I know, now I understand, now I see, I see your wicked plan. I'm a Junglist!
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Comments4
Never been to a Sunday rave my friend but it looks and sounds fun.... well writ too............... 🙂
It's wicked, the bass grounds me and the treble lifts me up! Jumping around with the people I love
Cheers for joining in my friend
Always appreciated
Have a great day
now ya got me going, I can't sit still... and get this.....I'm still standing yeah, yeah, yeah ......
If the band will only play forever.....
Thnx for a lovely Sunday
You must be lost!
After party never stops...
Look for Lucy in the sky, she knows the way lol
Indescribable when the depth takes you and around you becomes your tribe.... like celebrating a time to be human beings of joy. Joy is the feeling... release of all external negativity ... as one in a tribe.
What a feeling...much thanks to you for reminding me of this pleasure.
Brilliantly said! It is times I'll never forget and every now and then I'll go back down to it!
Thanks for joining me
Always appreciated
That rave sounds great fun Dan, you obviously had an uplifting time and that's the way it should be.
Well this one was a rave in my car but the memories are there!
Always appreciated my friend
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