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Cerulean
6-21-15


A new song of praise and joy
God puts in my pen Spirit-born
Expressing my gratitude
Soon time to head off
To hear a sermon from brother Ray
It's the message and not the man
And I will do the best I can
Let the sea roar and all its fullness
The world and all those who dwell in it
Let the rivers clap their hands
Until the fisherman understands
A day far from cerulean
As clouds sheath the azure
For this ninny fool and simpleton
I'm left here wanting more
A new song of praise and joy
Here is written in black....








On Ezekiel 17:4
6-21-15


He cropped off the top of the young twigs
And carried it to land of traffick
My cat still uses my Schofield bible for a pillow
He set it in a city of merchants
Forty-five minutes to spare
Before I head on off
And make my contribution
She doesn't care about Psalm ninety-six
Of a great eagle long winged and full of feathers of divers colors
Taking the highest branch of the cedar
This was the iniquity of Sodom
Of pride and fullness of bread
And my friends all in my head....








Narwhal
6-21-15


Greeting my narwhal
I make her my friend
Behind my west wall
I do this here with my pen till the end
My whale of the Arctic
And more poems to lend
By her spirally twisted tusk
Extending from her upper jaw
I learn to love her like my own
To learn to catch this prey devouring men
Jerry is my hero
But Jesus is my savior
Call me an egghead
And I will still love you
I'm nothing superior
And I am not above you
Roll away the dew
And today hear something new....










Stentorian
6-21-15


Stentorian and loud
O, don't get too proud
As azure skies the clouds doth shroud
They put him in ward and in chains
And we don't get bored
With writers' back pains
Bringing him to Babylon
Back into exile come morning rains
He knew their desolate places
O, roll it away in holding all the aces
Learning to catch prey
He becometh one young lion of the day
They put him in holds
For the reds, oranges and golds
It's coming up soon
They knew their desolate palaces
Come the view of another crescent moon
This vine did send her roots toward him
Shooting forth her branches...










It Grew
6-21-15


Going back into it with a new attitude
I am as a father to all my brain children
Of tens of thousands
It grows and becomes a springing vine of low stature
Whose branches turn toward me
Hoping for a visit from Mother
Because I'm up for it
And I am as game hunted down
To get back up and proclaim
O, how great is his name
To bring forth branches
And spirits to go where the rabbit digs
It is planted on good soil
As we are provided of our North Sea oil
Going back into it
With a new frame of mind.....