Rebec

Rebec
7-1-15


Bound for my forgiver
God is Jealous with a capital J
Our role and charitable dispensation of goods
By my three stringed rebek
She is beautiful in sound
Leave your message following the pound
Our morass made to engulf and overwhelm
When Paul would have entered
The disciples suffered him not
It's another day at the coffee house
Another adventure
Another risk to take
To fake and to make
Another record to break
Almost spilled my coffee
I'm finally awake...








Spondee
7-1-15


Our morass
Our area of conveying, our soggy ground
I'll see you around
Flown with wine and filled with excess
In pipe in all quality sound
Another spondaic stressed syllable
With such today I abound
Another metrical foot
I thank God for hues I cannot define by way of word
Drawing Alexander out of the multitude
It's going to be another beautiful one
He would not have made his defense
Yet spondaic
Such is good to hear....








Wherry
7-1-15


Great is Diana of the Ephesians, they would shout
As bible scholars are curious to what this all is about
By faith I step across the street
To join a brother of another mother
In no more of such perturbation
We learn to adapt to these conditions
For a savior of staithe tongs cast a light on you
Where the challenge is direct
Where stars assemble
Be honest with yourself
Not such wherries
Yet we have our paddle
For our sailing barge
Free of charge....










Staithe
7-1-15


Our tracery of branching lines
Our ornamental work of beautiful signs
Interlaced and branching in a Gothic window of sweet wines
As the town clerk doth appease
I am down on my knees
By memories of Louise
Say hello in my new way about me
With eagles ye men of Ephesus
What man is there to understand it
No more perturbation
The poor will reign
As rich and knaves as kings for my staithe
What ever such a thing can be to the real me...










Emulous Flowers
7-1-15


Emulous flowers eager and ambitious
To equal and surpass
Let it rain and God bless the trees and grass
Prompted by the spirit of rivalry
Covetous of power and honor and envious
By the rarity of my rose-wreathe
Seeing that these things cannot be spoken against
Doing nothing rashly nor reckless
Not as robbers nor as blasphemers
The law is open to he who can grasp its tenants
Heaven is where the sun shines
Phil Collins said this
But that's another poem to be written....