Monochromatism
8-6-15
Let me in from the smoldering heat
Yet to get cool and take my seat
This is what I love to do the most
With the quickening of my Holy Ghost
For my Monocerous of Canis Major
In my monochromatism
Diversity is a beautiful thing
For the earl of Leicester
What's the news and where have you been
East northeast of Birmingham
Built of sight of our Roman settlement
Our important center in mining and sheep raising
Another history lesson for the books
Is Ephraim my dear son
Or is he just one another
A brother of another mother
Because I bear the reproach of my youth...
Ferrule
8-6-15
You never stand alone
With your old school track phone
For our unicorn ones fabled creature
Symbolic of virginity
In purity there is power
She is a good friend of mine
For the earl and British nobleman
As flags unfurl
Next in rank above the viscount
And below the marquis
It is good for you to abide in me
For my ferrule in my old school
My metal ring and cap placed around my pole
As all is well with my soul
For reinforcement to prevent splitting
Our bushing used to secure our pipe joint
As with new oil my body today I anoint
Ferruginous for iron rust and reddish-brown....
On Romans 5:3-6
8-6-15
Trying to put that unwanted connection out of my mind
And not only so
But we glory in tribulations also
All set for another day of designer decaf coffee
She says what's the point of that
As I need set my limits and bounds
Knowing that trouble works longsuffering
And patience experience
And experience hope
And hope make not ashamed
Because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts
For the sciences and for the arts
For when you were without strength
In due time Christ died for the ungodly
Namely us all
Yes, I have loved you
With an everlasting charity
Thus saith the Lord....
Not Me, I'm Just Quoting
8-6-15
I will be the God of the families of Israel
Not me, I'm just quoting Scripture to sow the seed
Coming in on sunlight wings
For the young of the flock
And the word another poetical book of text
Of truth for the aged and as well for the youth
I was ashamed, yeah even humiliated
Of where I fall short in a straight way
In which they will not stumble
It was just the way the cookie would crumble
Yet peradventure for a good man
Would even one dare to die
Down by the bayou
We cast in our lines and hope for a bite
It is beautiful in the middle of the night
As the small river and a creek
The fisher turns the other cheek....
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