lovers

Lovers
6-21-15


The Lord reigns
O, let the people tremble
And as well as the contrary is in thee
For other women in thy whoredom
Not to revert into such revenue
Yet it is far from boredom
It happened yesterday at about one
When rainclouds so did sheathe the sun
And in that thy give a reward
All is well today in the good Lord
Wherefore O, harlot
Hear the word of crimson and scarlet
Because thy filthiness not poured out
I am still as the poet scout
And thy nakedness is discovered
As lovers was what it was all about...








Procter Revisited
6-21-15


I'll probably catch a death of cold
Standing out for a smoke at four
Getting my pant legs drenched on the concrete
Trying to get my fix on something
I judge thee as a woman that breaks wedlock
As I give thee blood in fury
With a sudden look of the eye and an easy smile
A cuckold of sorts
Tempted to get wet even more
And then smoke at four
As women that shed blood
Are judged as ore
For proctors and school officials
Watching over students at examinations
Charged with superior duties
For the sake of the test I will pass...








Indeed We Are Teachers
6-21-15


For the scribe and the professional copyist
The scrivener, the notary
As one to make copies of these manuscripts
As Palestilian scholars indeed
We are as teachers of the Jewish law
I am one to embrace diversity
To translate, edit and interpret the bible to perfection
And a bowl of bouillon with her exquisite taste
To see that nothing ever goes to waste
As we have no reason to make haste
Our clear seasoned broth
And no reason to get wroth
Made by straining
In a race where the snail is gaining...










In Season
6-21-15


She sings sweet like all of the tanagers do
I can almost make sense of it
By my calyx, my oxide of ashy substance
That remains after metals are thoroughly burned
Turned off Charles Stanley
Because his message did not apply
On this first day of summer
All day I let it fly
Of calyx also known as the outermost group of floral plants
And sepals collectively
In her cuplike part
Made by God for a reason
And Jesus is in season...








Pennant
6-21-15


Of my pennon and distinctive flag
Of John Lennon and the taking of a deep drag
Bourne of the lance of a knight, our pennant
As eagles hover in flight
And upon the generosity of others dependent
For my Anjou pears and my pink lady apples
A credit to the flock
Thou not done after their abominations
Where I mean to but rock
Corrupted more than they
In all thy ways
Nothing there but fire
Son of man put forth a riddle
And hope not to get caught in the middle
Speak a parable unto us
And let knowledge be as second fiddle...