Clement
12-16-12
Clement, merciful and mild
Are such breezes suitable for the atmosphere
Where so flourishes a prodigious child
Yet to absorb everything
On such a Path
Leading to something more
In the reading of the Psalms of David
Leading those whom are in search of more
That the passing of the time
With breezes clement, merciful and mild
This is what I had to say
About all I have seen
When I go there once again...
Coming Back
12-16-12
It's good to leave the comfort of my personal Shire
To frequent those misty mountains
Where the air that I breathe
Makes me as high as a kite
In ways pristine and authentic
Allowing those adjacent
To where I reside
Do their own thing
So that the purpose in the plan
Can be served with the fortune of my fate
Yet to learn how to love and forget how to hate
Seeing that all good things lie ahead
In seasonal eggnog
With the cheer of my Grateful Dead.....
Hedge
12-16-12
Endophytes materialize
In my gardens of grace
Where glory is made manifest
In all that we can see
Where a new hedge is set in place
For the purpose of mine enlightenment
And camaraderie
Yet to grow amongst themselves
Just the way it is
Meant to be returning
Again to this comfort
To meet up again with the real me....
Esdraelon
12-16-12
In my personal plain of my Esdraelon
I am yet to arrive in the moment that I'll be gone
In making my way to the prosperity
That comes about by the diligent idleness
Seeing that I do well when I spend the day
In prayer and fasting
To salute my rock of love
And life everlasting
Taking upon me the Scripture
By which I pass these moments
With muses of my melodic mannerism
To express
When I return to the corner
Where it all begins again...
Nainsook
12-16-12
Cotton and its nainsook
So makes the bindings to my latest book
That exists as it is
Already in my pondering thoughts
Upon the tip of another idle pen
That for itself wants to serve the poets
Abiding close to these empty pages
Esteemed in such potential
Amongst the middle earth
Within where again
It all will begin
To compare the lyrics
Inspired by the love we are yet to learn
In lore of leisure...
New Emulation
12-16-12
Pinchbeck pride is condoned
When we ought to learn how to accept the compliments graciously
In alloys of alliteration with authentic rhymes
That flow by our improvisation
Naturally on the banks of rivers abundant and rich
In all that is real
Straight from ones heart
In matters of sincerity
And our integrity
We must maintain when we return
To this fellowship
That waits for us when we get there....
Ichthyosaurus
12-16-12
Meeting my match
In the memory of an acclivity
On the back of a seven eleven store
Where many games are played
To fill my dreams with new endeavors
Of coming to terms with the me
In need of cultivation
Where we celebrate
As my pine scented candle is in its burning
Of our beatitudes of bounty
Where my bible reclines
Open to the Psalms of David
To inspire what follows
Meeting my match to yet discover
Where I come from
To serve as history
To heed for new meaning
In all of this....
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