turtles

Voices Of Turtles
4-3-18

The life of flesh is in the blood of bargain builders
And soon better produce passing little scaly
There's a progress for poultry and popularity
I eat not that which is torn of beasts
Given many more delectable feasts
Come the blue Irishman of green growing in
It's over me as I keep it above dolor quite forgotten
Like a sea wind undulating and biology where we put our heads together
For archeology
Let's start a new country up
And fill again the cup
As imputed upon a man of good works
And the voice of the turtle is heard in these with an imagination
In a land of ours
O, drover of hopes hired by Phoebe
Back on the dayjob to but prophesy
In the clefts of the rock in a steep place....





Vintage Vonnegut
4-3-18

As to serve communual  interest
The breakfast of champions is Scripture
Before the sun comes up
Where Hunty hired me to sing for them
O, voice of one beloved as ambassador to here
Laugh out loud and lots of love our lily among thorns in our whorl of events
And whirl where another repents under Hanseatic influence for our affluence
And the sun comes up on my belief and tonight she goes down on my doubt
As the world collapses around my feet
And soon I face the real music and head off on another literary adventure
Brought again to the banqueting house
That song makes me happy when I sing it in a higher key
For, lo the winter is past
I adjure you call on Him today....





Imitate The Itinerary
4-3-18

Early morning April third
My food is in the word like coriander seed
O, what it is
Yes that's me in the corner as one to imitate the itinerary
I sought Him and I found Him afresh
For me in the spotlight in the shade of American paradise
Synonymous to prosperity as to keep an eye on you
Back in Hamau in rather cloudy circumstances
Get what you need to feel better
New day gray and blue way
On my shoulder the jay
In all that we see but a beautiful creep
To see to the need and lift one another up
So is my beloved in artistic fancy and hand under my head
As to infuse and imbue
As to imbibe
As to permeate and forsake the hate
Not too soon, not too late.....






Arinian (Dodging Raindrops)
4-3-18

O, dear Trumpkin nevermore even now
Today is the day to love in all of which it is for
As to imbibe as to steep and delve deep
For the half tribe Jesus doth but weep
Where are we headed for in the old man we want to put off
As garlic doth permeate through the pores of the pious of no such bias
I will extol thee for oil diffused over our main surfaces intermingling
As to soak and soften all that is available
As we are raised to but dwell
A new man wanting in in main resulting from narrow thermal cleansing
In the rat race of a new wave for influence in our agency
On the day of my coronation pervading and absorbing
And all peace in Narnia....