Saturday, August 19, 2017

tiptoe

On Tiptoe
7-3-17

To launch and to set sail
By the coasts of Asia
You're up wondering
Is the coffee that good
And I must say that it is
Something to live for
Entering Arramyttium
For rickety poles and double dipping
For Roman feta
And for unusual hospitality
We serve where we stand
Going on tiptoe
Nothing serious
Driving myself rebellious
Quoting Kerouac
Coming does the forest know
As to be in luck
In a series of strong combat
Never mind the boots
I know of gloop
For minestrone soup....





At Fair Havens
7-3-17

Rich grass lies in serried heaps
So could be rending off ones robe where the lion sleeps
Under the label of Penguin
Poetic Lugh possesses a magical spear
For all of such perfume
I can smell it right up to my room
And I wouldn't wish this on anyone
As soon cometh the rising of another sun
At Fair Havens against Cnidus
Comes the log-armed
Come match my skill to yours
O, sword of light our attribute today
Another good success and big plans....





Hear Me When I Call!
7-3-17

Haven not commodious to winter in
At the chime of five
I make something happen
She said it would stink
The day that I resigned close to the city of Lasea
We firm it care but never mind it
Where the four hallows pay their dues
And I step out to speak the good news
Paul admonished
Then when sailing was dangerous
And the haven was not commodious
Right between the eyes
O, sword of light
Can we make it right
For the blind in Oakland
Soon out of sight
As to attain to Phenice
There to winter...





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