poets

Poets By Poets
4-7-17

And my eyes are upward
Lighter I must say
That I've been gifted
For years to be shifted
Seems something for us all to celebrate
A day for my value
A day of Days
Pre-empt as to arrogate and supplant
We all say it won't happen again
Wanting God to bail us out
This time around pre-empt
As to forestall eyes scintillating
I find her own sweet name
I found that haircut again
All for the cause of another christened pen
Of poets by poets and Zen....





Unto Mesha
4-7-17

O, magic not tragic
See it through with me
With books for my friends
Parting hither
Water naught
Ground barren
Bring me the new cruse
I needed to post it again
Some say it's my life
But I belong to Jesus
O magic not tragic
For words and syllables
Seemingly amorous, the lines
Not to undo it with a saber
For waters to be healed
And oranges peeled
O, magic not tragic
Another poet moves on
Go up, bald head
No offense....






Sheepmaster Revisited Again
4-7-17

Done proud, gun crowd
And Red Book on the water
O, Sheepmaster
You need not mean my disaster
Where acoustical guitars float downstream
Another video, He cured them
Lead hook on the water
For two she bears to translate the address
Sometimes I'm better off not looking out
In connection with the second letter
I must say that things are getting better
Divine, a talisman come night
Pinto our synonym for truth all the way down....





Monster (Death)
4-7-17

There's joy in giving
What comes around goes around
As if to see sound reigning twelve years
What can I tell you of borrowed time
By Mesha and Mama Mia
I go another round
Tare forty-two children
Making Israel sin
But to lose when we win
And vice versa
Two days cold
Stirring up children
And new joy in giving
Delivering up our captive spirits
And whatever I come up with
Entwined upon the leaf
Give no place to the thief
I will but yet read the middle...