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Teal (Glad It's Just Grape Juice)
11-17-15

Title: teal
Even if it might not appear to be so on the cover
Getting real
Poetry is my lover
Give ear, take heed, have no fear
See to the need
Rethink the power of togetherness
O, unity with our brothers
And sweet stuff for our mothers
Aren't you glad that it's just grape juice
Give ear, O listen to what the other person has to say
And don't trust in dust
Repentance is not dependence
In the thicket full of thorns
Unknown artists blow French horns...





Maon
11-17-15

O, Maon, Carmel and Ziph
Scale the acclivity
O, climb the cliff
Another sermon on Grandparents' day
As well for the city of salt
The humble he will exalt
For the border going out towards the sea
To Michmethan
A name chosen out of hundreds
To prove the point that there is no end
To the things of the world
And the border went about eastward  unto Taanath-shiloh
Driving out the Canaanites
In a need to go back to basics
Don't trust in dust
Better off without the lust
To emphasize the word essential
As well as optional
I opt out and things go well just the same...






On First Kings 4:22
11-17-15

Solomon's provisions
Thirty measures of fine flour
In which purity is power
Sixty measures of meal
Not according to what he might feel
Ten fatted oxen and one hundred sheep
Get profound and delve deep
Besides harts and roebucks and fallow deer
I missed the point in that I had something else to say
Out from Tapplah westward
The language is beautiful the way that it stands
As the scholar for the first time understands
Barley and straw for horses and dromedaries
I rock out to it and make it my own
To coin a phrase not carved in stone.....





Hiram, Lover Of David
11-17-15

My butterfly already has a place and a master
Not completely a calamity or disaster
Glad for when time is going faster
Forty-thousand stalls and twelve thousand horsemen
For yellow painted walls
Where the broken heart doesn't feel so bad
Hiram is ever a lover of David
God gave us rest in neither adversary nor evil occorrent
Command them to hew cedar trees
Slow down a little
You are choking the point of the message
I desire to express it
None among us has skill in hewing timber
That I may here cast lots in the wood country
We're going to get there....