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going back seven years to another style of writing...

Hanging By A Nose Hair
1-7-07

And the earth will drink the rain that falls
And fertile soil will bring forth herbs
As with photographs of myself
I deck my apartment walls
And another poet learns how to use his adjectives as verbs
And yet to bite the bullet is all that I know
As still I will push and pull it
Taking a beating in order to grow
And I take no pride in the completion of another tome
But I know I've got God on my side
Yet left to my own device
Of this pleasure dome...

these were the days when most of my poems began with the word: And



The Day When I had No Sword
1-7-07

And if the good Lord is willing
Someday I'll go to Canada to observe her whiskey and rye
As I am taught of how futile is the pound and shilling
Being taught the truth
Yet still I question and ask why
And the preacher so compares preference from conviction
But I don't know what to think
Concerning this addiction
And I felt like I was no better than a cockroach
And so I said I was going hunting
Yet I'd only poach
And I turn my tail and run
On days when I have no sword
Yet Jesus is still the one
And I still love the Lord...






First Taste Of Emptiness
1-7-07

And I gladly greet the dawn
To behold the beautiful mist and scud
As joy is assuaged yet it's not gone
When I consider the holy spirit
And Christ's shed blood
And there will come abundant times
When one verse at a time is enough
As I'll still save my nickels and dimes
Yet never are we satisfied with stuff
And tonight I put upon my head my fool's cap
As I'm required to navigate
Without the use of the map
And there will be times when brevity is wise
Yet still I write my rhymes
Never exempt from lies...




The Date And The Divine Appointment
1-7-07

And at the congregation
Yes, an English teacher so I met
And I wonder should I ask her to join my for a cup of coffee
As it is the things we refrain from doing
That are what we regret
And doors I never walked through
And so many words that I don't know
And there is always a consequence to this freewill
When by and by time we squander
And time we kill
And before ten rolls around
I have my last cup of milk
Only for the sake of dwelling in cotton and silk...





Crazy Yet Content
1-7-07

And I wonder if God would be angry with me
If I took up zen or dharma
As that which I have learned
To be the reaping of rewards
In those days I saw as karma
For there are many other books I am compelled to read
As curiosity so burns in me
And there's so much more for the self that I need
And I suppose that the man in the iron mask
Can pass as my little black book
As it is said that we have not when we do not ask
And if we do not give freely
We're called the crook
Yet if we instead love God
We will stick it out
For I am yet to learn of the almond rod
As I walk by faith in the dark
Seeing my way through the doubt...




Learning To Look Up And Not Just In
1-7-07

And skeptics will wonder
And question about why God allows slaves to be sold
And I am taught that he puts us through his blast furnace
Over and over until one day we'll be purified like silver and gold
For there is much calamity and disaster
That God permits and allows
And we choose to call no man master
Considering the wool of sheep and the milk of cows
And a man at his best state is altogether vanity
As some of the best songs are written
In the absence of sanity
And there are folks not in their right minds
That we have no right to blame
As there remains invisible signs
Yet still we need to play the game....



Tong War Dream
1-7-07

And every time the siren I hear
I say a prayer for firemen, deputies and sheriffs
And I pray as well for fellowship over beer
Being one of the happy American citizens
Content in paying all taxes and tariffs
And we can get in serious trouble
In learning the correct use of a word such as Tong
As a raindrop falls to burst our bubble
And we admit that we're wrong
But you're probably wondering just who is we
And all I can say is that we is me
And I have found perfect clarity
Even when I'm insane
For I possess perfect charity
In a positional sense
As it falls down in the rain....





Divided Sect
1-7-07

And I go home to bathe in blessed steam
Taking up my new bars of aromatic soap
For it's time for me to find a new vision and dream
As I remind myself that there is hope
And some say that love is the stepping upon one's shoes
And other folks say that it is the spreading of the news
And I have seen that love is the desire to please everyone
Yet such a thing cannot be done
While we walk under the sun
And so I heard the phone ring
Yet it was only a false alarm
As we hope that glad tidings we can bring
Yet in silence we do no harm...