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No One Flunks Out
3-14-18

Christ in ransom
Do we have to know it
By the sound of his flute
To inherit loot
For a rose in a crannied wall
God knows you don't want to fall
Where elders sit before me
And bishops and deacons adore me
With contemporaneous testimony in pockets full of change
For our church cleansed and set in order
And a barn moving back across the border
As spoken by our fathers
Into a tame cougar ours is a vibrant archive
Faith dedicated to a second helping of potatoes
For the parable of the useless vine and I hope and plan to make it mine
Root and all in my hand so the foreign farmer of fate and fortune might understand
The audacity of Ruth our song to Celia
Where no one flunks out.....





Suckling
3-14-18

Allegorical and analogical
We are as I
Step out to witness a bright star
And many others that remind me of my brothers
Of our business our Cycidas
We can make it work
Yea, even at this hour of our own
Scots Wha Hee and something more I have to say
O, sweet Afyon make it work for us
And don't miss the bus
Keep on keeping on O, lovely Rose
Building our lives on a strong foundation and in fertile soil
We seek a place of no rocks or roots
And today it's chicken scratch and a sluggish temperment
As I pull myself apart as my guts are gone
And my work of art as we draw closer
And there is another way to go about it.....







Alymer
3-14-18

O, the solitude of man
Getting my pen in the mood
For the master plan
For Rose on a girdle
Why so pale and wan?
Alright Hardy, that's enough
Still as one to strut my stuff
Under the elegy of Thomas Gray
For our Lochinuar we see it clearly
As direction is lost for old familiar faces
On Kubla Khan as to buy it on sale
And sell it where the oil will not fail
On Chanson our hunting song
Don't get me wrong
The protraction is quite long
And a love letter to our sky lark
On the side of Solomon's concubines and porcupines
With props and twists cracking out wrists
But not clenching ones fists
Under Alymer we establish the rule....