Friday, May 22, 2015

recumbent

Recumbent
4-4-15


As chamberlains halted our meat
Tomorrow morning is salted
And the miniscule would be yet exalted
Recumbent and reclining
He writes a poem for me
That would inspire a thousand others
And I hope for further meetings up with new brothers
That God has already lined up for me
On my path broad and narrow
And then the king's wrath is pacified within me
In refreshment quite soon and another full moon
To countervail and furnish
That which has need of improvement
Haman is hung upon the gallows for those to see
According to example as an illustration  for you and I not to follow
Judge me and plead my cause
For I am poor and needy....










Day Without My Journal
4-8-15


On a day without my journal
I suppose I'll just need to improvise
And jot thoughts down to serve as new material
On a morning without my yogurt and cereal
Nothing new
Fear teaches humility
O, have the right kind of agility
Reverential trust
So never sleeps corrosion and rust
God uses nations to take nations
In battle we still trust
Reevaluating last week
Let it go, it's in the past
So I can make the morning last
On a day without my journal
We have heard with our ears
Our fathers have taught us well...












In The Plain Of Ono
4-8-15


Of Sanballat, of Tobiah
Of Gershom, my fellow Arabian
I know not what I delve deep into
My daily devotions are just this
Ezekiel is taken away captive
And the masters know their bliss
Today I brought along Lord Byron
I'm always willing to try new things
Such as banana flavoring in my coffee taken unleaded
God sends the Babylonians our way
To teach us a thing or two about bondage, inevitable
Whom the Lord loveth he chastens
I will make thine name to be remembered in all generations
Therefore the people praise thee forever...










Judge Me
4-8-15


Judge me, O God and plead my cause
I will take up love and all of her laws
Nehemiah begins to build his walls
In my heart O, how cluttered
With its scruples and flaws
Building up that which has been destroyed
waiting for a friend to me
Perhaps I'm the one that needs to make the first move
I brought along Lord Byron
But I don't know what to make of his writings
Much like another bible of its own
And in this viewpoint I stand not alone
Along the River Euphrates
I find my lucky smooth stone...










Experience Its Taste
4-8-15


The banana is exceptional
God is not worries about bricks or sticks but only our lives
Opposition came by ridicule
And upon good words today
The poet and scholar thrives
Church is the incubator
For his power that comes about by purity
In that no one will ever really reach perfect maturity
Mountaintops are coming
Your strength alone is not enough
By deadly vision of prophesy surreal
I quote my artists with gladness and rejoicing
Shall they be brought with needlework
King David cannot sue me for this plaigerism
The banana is exceptional
I didn't know that it could go along with the Joe
O, experience its taste...



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