rebours

Rebours
7-2-15


Put back your heart and sing
When you know you're still living
Never mind the weather chart
As the love you bring in another lesson of giving
In the Victorian era
Much we do was yet taboo
And today through the clouds
I can see my sky of blue
A good honest man doing the work of God
A cover of light taking up staff and rod
To love with all ones might
You're only dancing on this earth for a short while
According to the Irish question
The idea that they thought to rule themselves
A rebours against the grain
A little yellow book
Hoping that this has not been in vain
One thought was all that it took to rebait my hook
Put back your heart and sing...








More Recommendations
7-2-15


Living all day on the nectar of the gods
With so much more to say
That will better my odds
It started a long time ago
Oscar Wilde converted to Catholicism on his deathbed
Such is a bittersweet thing to know, another read
Portrait of A Lady
Read as well Charles Darwin
The Origin of the Species
And many more recommendations
The situation and predicament
Was seen as an opportunity
In the Victorian era
Much of what we love to do was taboo
And I still love you
As a privilege to play the piker
And win thousands by a gamble
Cautious in his bids
That's the way she's going to make it
With tight lids
Reeling in my pike perch
On a day I choose to stay home from church...












Making Nonsense
7-2-15


A fence of rails forming as defense
A fish without scales
Keeping the fisher in suspense
A barrier of fortification to make nonsense
So far it's been a mild summer
In past and present tense
Up to the point of the Now
The restless consumer gets the wherewithal and the know how
As it seems I'm stuck
But all I can Say is what the ****
Excuse my Egyptian of my old ways
For my palisade
My life of lofty steep cliffs
Usually along a river
Taking in chimerical riffs
As the music to deliver
Grammatical error intended
For the purpose of the reader's forgiveness
Apology accepted...












Firstlings
7-2-15


Far from the hustling down
The predicament is an opportunity
If we can see it that way with nothing
O, save the breeze
A firstling of males that come of the herd of the flock
And God's love that never fails
Mama, I'm coming home
God, may us be a blessing to one another
A weekend set apart in the Lord
Where thou do no work with the firstlings
Of bullock or of sheep
And in such a river raging
One cannot get too much more deep
For glory in the morning
Slowly I will fall awake out of sleep
To roll away the dew as well advised
Thou eat it before God year by year
For the conscience sake
So we need not fear
In a place where he will choose
We will win even if we lose....