meed

Without The Meed (New Character)
4-6-18

Through time and space names might be changed
To signify ones new character
Like stone to rock of Cephas to Peter and coins in ones parking meter
Our cause not our time to rest greeting Lycidus
Ho have not left his deer to suffer shame for the name
Keep the schedule and no delays of gentle muse and a gift to use
But not as a ruse for sable shroud almost nothing left to chance
O, are you on the road for a new afterword that we can believe
For scattered pages by the sea
Finer works of art in Solomon
We heed not flatterers for water's retreat from Philippi's
Right on the nail we drive the hammer
To but yet enamor on shaggy top of Mona Hill
O, why?






Oft Traditional
4-6-18

Come watchmail and no further ado for our entertainment
The Lamb rises back upon His feet for meadow motion
And suspension in stepping on sidewalk cracks for inspiration
By a spray gun peace be to my sable chord finding focus in eyes purblind
As I take off my spectacles as neons dim in indigo for imperial sisters of mercy
Under a God of grace
He knew Himself for us to stand up and sing a hymn traditional oft
To the star that did rise in the northeast
O, thee the woods in delivering the goods
For hazel copses something solid forming in the air
Behind the wall of new life revolting ugliness to be our beauty to mention it
In my poetic duty while writing on the steep words profound and quite deep
In hots for pots where satyrs dance for victory.....






Largeness Given
4-6-18

As poet making style
Match the band that brings the message
Bringing the truth into the third dimension
And then honored throne among the meed
See to the need O fountain Arethwile
Getting in on their juice and today it's me and my scrolls
And Dante accompanied by Fitzgerald and Wordsworth classics
Rocking my baby to sleep and maybe chortle as I weep
You've got to go Fred
Give us today our daily bread
Easy to see our way through
As to deem me to explore
It's my ruin and at least I can but acknowledge
Such in all-judging Jove
Feel the wrenching as oat proceeds
And on Monday our needs
As rumor lies and the Word speaks the truth
Through pens pious and plentiful
For tangles of Neaora's hair
Pull up another chair.....






Blind Mouth
4-6-18

Toward this Gedry matter for mustard seeds to scatter
Exceptionally narrow out of sight she disappears where my bones revolve around their tendons
And ligaments and joints to be oiled
All I ask for is a heart to apply it in our glistening foil assuming all
Disapproving the first of my great inventions of coping techniques
In blind mouths and deaf tongues stamped addressed
Marked by the sound for the story about the next bowl poured upon the sun
For the next Camus I choose to turn it over to the blog soon
As to creep and intrude and play with my own mind
In the words that feed me for our local reeds as to rasp about
In the season of brotherly love.....