Artistes

Artistes
1-1-18

We survived the holidays
But the lights still shine on
Prone more sensual pleasures ere young night divine
In vainglorious virtue of verity
In verse and here rises our thaumaturge
And his God given urge to astound them
Not just any carpenter wandering lonely as a cloud
Where actions establish thoughts in adventures in house cleaning
I tried to downsize the books in my study space
But I still hesitate when my heart says leave them on
For protection of Irish culture
Never mind the vulture to provide the example of this host
Now what I want is facts
Ask God if it is true as I like it.....




To Skeffington
1-1-18

Missing most of the festivities
I still am what I am
For Japheth, Shem and Ham
As he raised her making it away uneasy
Given the riches of music and literature
Much too orchestrated
Where was my mind when I wrote these things
So asks a brother
Knowledge puffs up
To enjoy Healy's presence decided by Hendrical
Within the raging water
Women at the wheel
No strings attached
Don't lose the faith
Our painful case in the placement of a mother
An older lass sees me through it
In hopes for pre-earth life
Some still believe in reinforcing the fact
We hold together and shoot the rapids
Where there is God's guarantee
In subject verb agreement...