Sunday, November 27, 2016

bounding

Bounding (Bounden)
10-15-16

Downy locks here as well of such flocks
But not to fear
Clear as a bell of youth and sapling
Backs to the north wind
Yes, we all have sinned
Sticking by a friend
Yet Puerile seemingly bounded
You are invited for mummery under a dark cloud
Where Memucan answers for her successor
To be sought for my intercessor
Specially bought
To each in his own script
What do I make of it yet bounding
And new countries to be founding
Blessed beyond measure just to be here
All hail, sweet poet bitter
I am not a quitter
Enkindle my spirit and go your way
I am looking for that too
'Twas all rockets....





My White Peach
10-15-16

Our costumed merrymaker
Watch the trains go by
I'll be glad that I did
By this invitation for memories long forgotten
My assignment I suppose that only Jesus knows
For velvet gowns and vantage points
I'll need delve deeper
And dig the fields of Abraham
In a white peach now out of season
To smell her sweet ripeness
As I gaze into space
Still loving my Vashti
As it pleases the king
Clockwise into delirium
A gift I have misplaced
Received one year after my salvation
Keeping heads to the wind
I had a hard time waiting for your proof
To each province in ones own script
Quick cold statues....




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