sortie

Sortie
5-1-15


Sorties and attacks
Made by what the poet today lacks
According to what he does possess
Again my place is a terrible mess
A wonderful pell-mell
Where today I hide in my shell
Crowded in, praise God anyway
I can do all things through God that strengthens me today
Saying foolish things in a need of a bridle
someone is at work downstairs
And some stand idle
No plan today save my faith
No television today, haleluliah
I don't need to know
When cats and dogs pay no attention
To calamity and its suspension
For the six principles of morale
Not listed here
We are on the winning side
And we need not fear for determined approval
Seen in our hearts
I missed out this year on the healing arts.....




























The Scholar Skims
5-1-15


Inasmuch, my latest post
Nothing for which to brag or boast
I smell the smoke of burning toast
And breakfast is served to those that hunger
The most rest not in device nor creed
Succumb not to avarice nor greed
They work downstairs on a new table unnecessary but productive
Under eternity blue
My calendars are turned for the new month in you
For those taller than our Anakims
Under the here and now
And a hedge that needs her trims
All I have I owe to you
The scholar skims...


























Up For The Day
5-1-15


Yeah, the best part of the steak is the fat
As all men of God will be hated
O, that I lay out my welcome mat
God bless those at work
They make a new table
But O, for what
In the corner of my ring
I turn my other cheek
To an uppercut
Those whom conform
Push thorns in our eyes
I'm up for the day
I'm tired of Satan's lies
Pen mark on my left elbow
All things serve God's purpose in laying low
I love this cacophonous sound
They could have taken the trip in only eleven days
But they wandered sometimes
It looks too big to but grasp
Another cat hair on my page
For my buckler and clasp
Just look in the mirror
Look in deep....


























Sticklers
5-1-15


We are sticklers and they oppose
I praise thee with my whole heart and Jesus is known
We are fools to be made wise
As I scribble these lyrics
But not according to pride
Time for a bath
Getting my coffee on a fresh batch
I'm sitting on gold
But I know not how to open the box
Nor turn the latch
To make the motion more intriguing
We are sticklers
They oppose the program not becoming
Moses up and at them
Staying out of my bed of roses
When it's as good as it can be
He magnified thy word
Even above thy name
We are sticklers....










Underkill (Part 2)
5-1-15


Our brethren discourage our hearts
Saying that the people are taller and greater
As all is set in motion
By our potter and our creator
And so I lived the dream
For underpinnings and lottery winnings
I'm a weekend millionaire
Just look in the mirror
Today I choose the joy that is much clearer
For formation and support
Not as our last resort
By the underkill of the coffee spill
I haven't heard from my brother in months
O, feel my pain
I also cause her mirth to cease
But I am for peace
Not one to demonstrate
The earth is his footstool
The season has begun to rise again
Our brethren discourage our hearts
But still I take up the pen...