Sunday, August 2, 2015

outpost

Outpost
7-2-15


In the very heart of your house not your own
But of the groom and spouse leant to us
And we are but stewards
They brought the young man alive
And were not a little confounded
For quail and grouse
The church is an outpost of the kingdom
A detachment of troops standing at a distance
We will be as One tonight
For our main force to guard against surprise attacks
Our outlying settlement
O, what am I going to do
To research Zen out of curiosity
In the Now and then
Asserting mine enlightenment
I strike the picture again...


















Zen, Zek and Zep
7-2-15


Zen, a school of Mahayana Buddhism
Woolgathering in contemplation
I take a look around to see how everyone else is dealing with it
Here as an observer
My counselors say I ought to move my books
But I choose not to fret over it today
I'm the boss of such finding my Zek
As one to get into my wreck
O, what the heck
Tonight, tonight we're going to make it right
Our submarine, our Zep
Two hours to spare
To go before the ship sailed into Assos
This morning just making nonsense
This is the world we live in....
















At Assos
7-2-15


We sailed thence and from there
Coming the next day to Chios and so on into Samos
I make nonsense of it
My generation will put it right
Minding himself to go afoot
We make it a place worth fighting for
Of thee I sing
Our idol, the flag that waves in a gentle breeze
Into Troggillinum
Asking all kinds of questions
Out of the depths I cried with you
Lord, hear my voice
We meet at Assos to take him on board
By another cup poured
To stay inside and beat the hoard
I almost believed you...


















For Chaucer
7-2-15


I can feel your eyes go through me
As I am yet telling lies of being free
We sailed thence like roots that grow deep
Of the aspen tree seeking out Chaucer
By his work of the Book of Duchess
I suppose that in heaven I will read them all
And it will take me a thousand years
As well as for Canterbury Tales
As Paul determines to sail by Ephesus
Editorial dreams can make you real
O, could this thing be love today
I take a risk in getting involved
As so he hasted
And another opportunity is wasted
As am I...
















Paternoster
7-2-15


To be at Jerusalem
On the day of the Pentecost
Life is like a dream and sometimes I get lost
Let your ears be attentive
For the Nile is yet to be crossed
The plowers plow on my back
She told me to call her number two
And that's what I did
Making another paternoster
My inner Catholic agrees
Keeping out the chilling sounds
I gave out too much of me and my secrets
I cast my pearls before the swine
Yet in the drop zone
But standing not alone
Making another paternoster
We are all of one bread just the same....







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