admixture

Admixture
6-3-12


Scarlet begonias and indigo tulips
Grow amongst our weeds
In a garden where I condone
The yokes of carpenters with masons
In the admixture of former ways we would walk
Given the available sunlight
To see my way through this day of rhythm and rhyme
She is the splendor to see me through
With this love I take up like the sword...








Offering
6-3-12


Feeling like a cigarette Jesus
In that restless wanderers throng me with requests
For my offerings of gestures of kindness
This is my consolation
In that my conscience is clean
Depending not on such sustenance for the belly
In that I apply the honey in the stead of marmalade jelly
Doing something all through this day
Of mild elements of the breeze that doth bless
The grass and trees....








Going Barefoot
6-3-12


Giving my beautiful feet room to breathe
That carry the word of glad tidings
To the places I go
Without a need to set a foot out
In a physical sense
Keeping it simple with melodies mediocre
Writing these compositions
Not for the loftier eminence
But for the task in itself
Like a dead work made alive
In all that is euphonious
And pleasing to the ear
Of sweet corn I have hopes for
In giving my feet room to breathe....










Good Work
6-3-12


Tea is served
Once, twice and thrice again
Where today's good works
Need not require a lot of muscle
Where we walk by faith
In the available light
Of the day that I live by
Soon to partake in a connection
To succor the moment
Of that Mearle Haggard cover song
In that they made it their own
Tea is served...










Getting Some Sun
6-3-12


Sitting on the grass
On this mild day
To come up with a notion
Stating that there is no law
That a man needs to be busy on a Sunday
Yet to get some sun
To give my fair skin what it wants and needs
Feeding my ears words of consolation
To state that indeed
I will in all of this and that
As I spend the day well
Alongside my cat
Not my own but of such
God has given me...








Illustration
6-3-12


Saw an illustration
Out front on my sidewalk
In the form of a bee landing
I tried to reach out for her
But she flew off
As a portent of pleasure
In what I do today
As I make a landing of my own
Upon a rare and different track
As an illustration
Of doing today what I enjoy
In the sun....