volley

Volleyed And Thundered
4-23-16

Into the valley of life
Rode the four thousand
In another dream of going off to war
And all the world wonders
For all spoil and plunders
Looking for Alfred Tennyson
Half a league onward
Forward, the Light Brigade!
For the disciple that Jesus loved
Speaking of his decease, exodus and departure
Kicking it with some Clapton this morning
Plunged in the battery smoke
Russian and Cossack
There is nothing we need lack
Rambling on my mind  for good lobster
Humility is the secret of greatness
This is my beloved Son
Hear Him!




Still Sleeping
9-23-16

Passing though Samaria again
With a case of poetic malaria
With my inexpensive pen for discipleship tested
And money invested
Perceiving the thought of their heart
Taking up a little child
To show us the greatest of the kingdom
O, go and preach
Such as strongholds will be like fig trees
Feeling hunger for the truth and understanding
And another Saracen
Come down on your own
Let the dead bury their own
No one looking back is fit
And this will be as our first aid kit
Healing wounds and sadness
By seventy are sent two by two
Charge for the guns!