Orchis

Orchis Of Magneta
7-1-15


For ye brought hither
These men crafty with tablet and pen
I love the nostalgic smell of the first day of school
With him having a manner of complaint
And a desire to become a saint
For the artist and his brushes and paint
For my Orchis of Magnetta
White and spotted
But not marked by the world around us
Seeking out my campeggio
I learn to love the language
Which is why I write about it
But if ye inquire to set yourself on fire
Determined and settled orderly
In a lawful assembly
At the chime of eight I rejoice...








Cowslip
7-1-15


Today I accept change
At least the sun is shining
It is nothing strange
For the cowslip and marsh marigold
And her neighboring orchid
For we are in danger to be called into question
When he thus has spoken
He dismisses the assembly
And we all go our way till next Sunday
Have a good week
They all greet us at the two front doors
I am as one to practice joy
I never lost my place at my usual table
For my espresso drink
I treat myself to again today
Today I accept change.....










Iambus
7-1-15


As we are as one
A cloud unto curtains
Magic turns our eyes
And poets are as certain our decoration
Bay Iambus
Consisting of the unstressed syllable
That makes her beautiful today
In my earshot my mange within
Which sound can be heard only in our hearing
Distance and ones love of the Word yet archaic
I go on another trip
Expecting miracles and people to meet
Iambus with my Trochee
Go and find out what that means
And I will have mercy
In and out of season
We are to be always faithful
Iambus.....












Anapest
7-1-15


Our anapest of seventeen
The national jail bate anthem
By a hair band of free choice
Our pastille
We suck on it in hopes to quit these cigarettes
Our anapest written by skill of improvisation
We must have waited all our lives for this
Epistle written from behind bars
As it was with us from the beginning
Our anapest, our pastille
More than just a way to feel
Glorying in a brand new month
Our new number of perfection
Our anapest....










O, Caesura
7-1-15


Our pastille , our troche
I am the artist God created me to be just me
We dream as one
Someone is building something for us
O, Caesura
Our pause in the line
Nothing to be alarmed about
O, Liebnitz
Dictated by sense of natural speech
In rhythm rather than in metrics
Reach over and look to the light
And be still and start anew
A snicker and a snide
All for Jesus and not for pride
O, Caesura
A pause in conversation
To but practice my listening skills
Preternatural and supernatural too
I'm all ready to go...