literati

Literati
5-6-16

I bury my treasure
Where strangers dig it up
As so two thirds full is my cup
She's been such a good companion
With each sip and sup
All for literati and their attainments
Letter-for-letter
And literal
It gets better
Moving on the third day
Our Canadian change
Where we travel with stones
Carried to their refraction
Come debacle and fiasco
All elderly are gathered
To light our way unto Ramah
For our judges in Beer-Sheba....





Nice To You
5-6-16

Whatever goes down this weekend
God is still on the throne
We walk yet not in his ways
We talk about, yet to come, better days
Joel, the name of the firstborn
Dreams begin with responsibilities
In all ignomity
shew them the manner of king that will be kicking
We crossed licking
We lost picking
The salad we tossed
For the low worn curb
On North Front Street
Turning left on Great Jones
In a dream of shakes and mysteries to unravel
God make me a blessing to Mother
Amen and amen
It all sounds nice to you....