Snide, No More
7-1-15
Snide and derogatory
Will we reach winds aloud in other skylines
To hold you near
Snide and malicious no longer
Now that I am stronger
Preternatural
Being beyond the normal course of nature
I've come a long way
Looking for Pushkin
Another read, Eugene Onegin
And Boris Godvnou
I never get around to them all
Where I call on the name of God
For a spirit of stupor
For the coming up with critical poems
And short stories
A newfangled inspiration
I see the situation as the opportunity...
Madeira
7-1-15
Shine over mountains
Make them new to drink from fresh fountains
And to take in the view
Something easily done or attained
Our breeze
Not looking around the bend
And then there were free for the deep freeze
In dreams of Madeira
Yet five years in my sobriety
It was just a dream
Carry on and drink the lasting of the song
Also known as a river rising on the Bolivian border
Another beautiful place to stay for awhile
After the uproar has ceased
We can at last see the world
To be a beautiful place
And the universe as loving....
Libson
7-1-15
Twenty minutes to spare
The cease fire is rudely interrupted
At least I went
Need to see it today
Gone over these parts
Giving them much exhortation
Come down off your throne
I pray for all of us that still could not let go of it
Into Macedonia I give God thanks
For what we still do have
He comes into Greece with a bottle of libson
Old-maidish is what I'm looking for
Primly fastidious
Well alright, I've been foolish
It's time I give it up and move on
So be it....
Zinnia
7-1-15
Our zinnia of rayed hues
Native to tropical America
Cultivated for what the eye can see
Primly fastidious
I say a prayer for those whom are affected
Namely me
Thought I felt a vibration in my pocket
The call can wait
Our sweeps are dark and dank deeps
Television ratings accrued
And studies for minutes to spare
I'm better off just staying put
The cease fire has been lifted
So be it
For our zinnia
I step out to see
How the rest of the neighborhood
Is dealing with it
I say a prayer for us all....
It's Going To Work Out In Our God
7-1-15
For sweeps and advertising rates
For quantum leaps
And all that God still creates
It's keeping me in suspense
For fortune in such fates
Following the shadows of the skies to see them
As figments of our eyes
Sweeping me off my feet
July first
The new policy sets in
I have still so much more to live for
In this curvature and back pain of the writer
Another meeting at Lafayette
Northwest of Indianapolis
And as well right here and now..
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