sheepcote

Sheepcote Revisited
3-1-16

Sheepcote and shelter
All in helter-skelter
Yet purchased platters of files on the road
For our contretemp
Our unseen event for goat nut and her jojoba
Am I making any sense
Or do I go astray
She is a tree of life
To those that cry help upon her
More precious than gold that doth perish
O, Friture where is your faith
Yes, I ramble and digress
Sometimes you need to start
On the other side of the mountain
Blessed are they that grieve
And yet crave the fountain on the Marne
We weave with sufficient yarn
Yet to frivol
They probably don't know too much about it.....






Enrolled Again
3-1-16

Give me Stalin and Saint Paul
She's not a queen after all
Enrolled without mine presence
Today I know the gift afresh
After I failed again
I hit the books again
To do my word study
For the cross that is still drenched and bloody
They don't know I exist
But I'm still on the list in contrescarpe
Looking sharp for opposite leathery leaves
For bass, trout and carp
O, Sancerre
Do you love or do you fear
For Tuileries and one more round of flurries
O, Aosta do you have another authentic alliteration
For them to dispose of as they please
I wait to catch the water clear if I may
Where drab weed lacks
where they knock at the dyestuff
Enrolled again....





Begging For Chrome
3-1-16

Calling all butterflies with wounded wings
I share my mayonnaise
As the forest so sings
For the theme of wanton waste
Picking on Robert Frost
Like pulling nose hairs
Nothing left to do when you're begging for chrome
Analogy Dioecious
A God without gender
For Porist and its continuation
Blessed are the merciful
Waiting for a miracle
We need at least one every day
A candle is not hidden under a bushel
But on the top of the hill
We've been alone too long
Thanks for asking
Let's do something crazy
This is a heluva lot better
When you're begging for chrome....