Thursday, August 11, 2016

Yenta

Yenta
6-26-16

Making my beauty flow away
Like a moth I'm so tired
In such a Yeomanry of the broth
All for our freeholding farmers
Assistants and superintendents
It is a verity in which we never get bored
I survived church and I am here and now in one piece
Come servants and attendance
Good love is hard to find
I've had my fill of the hurting kind
Our great wind unto the sea
You've seen the worst
But still you find the best of me
I made a mess of my life but I am happy
Come Yen and inclination
You've been my friend for love from me to you
Then the mariners were afraid...





Nubbin
6-26-16

O, love from me to you
As the shipmaster comes to me
O, what mean thou, O sleeper arise and call upon Him
God think upon us that we perish not
O, tweed see to the need
Nubby our protuberance
In the essence and the core
In want of even more
We can't boil God down to size
Come, let us cast lots
Lead me to what is right
Made of twill weaves
Until the darkness leaves
That for my sake this great tempest is upon you
Tempestuous, hammered and violent and no more silent
No common goal in that I reach for love....




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