Cowdery again

Cowdery
4-25-18

As to beguile the time in fashion
Already a master of ones own technique
Just wait an be alright twas I but tis not in unshamed melodrama
To carry the comma as Mackais once
Put it for knives and earthly power and a one hour wait
In telling you what I was
Our Orlando for Oliver
He was my hedge
Now I know three new ones today
Far from blue ones concerning the engravings of old records
By the manifestation of the Spirit
Endowed with the gift of translation
In Euphue's golden legacy
Of comrades and brothers in exile and captivity
From time to time where I need to be needed
Greet Oliver Cowdery verily assuredly
In this moment I simply hope today for the best....





Request For Sanity
4-25-18

Assembly as the Lord liveth
In a million unheard souls
Reaching for creature consolation
I pray for sanity and a sense of humor as we do in the golden world
Of Shakespearian bloodshed in conventionality of all unreality for sermons in stones
Today taking one book at a time
Standing back as I enjoy the drinks
Behold this is the spirit of penetration real as any place we can but be
For a shepherd's life picking up this heat as entrusted back in Warwickshire
Straight line known from the curve in Harmony Pensylvania
As to accept this booby trap unknowingly
We need it more than you do apply unto it
And give it all away






Bright Things That Glitter
4-25-18

Expounding pastoral philosophy and unfinished business right here and now
As I like it in Shakespearean for bright things that glitter
Only us hearing the call sometime soon
Here from that great escape
I can read you loud and clear as Oliver is admonished
Back in the forest of Arden urged to be content to write
Where the corn crops blossom
I would that you should continue in no need to add butter or even salt
As to but exalt as to see a haze of snowy white late in the season
O, declare the reason
Ask in faith and trifle not as entrusted
And all metallic ores rusted
Behold it is I yet a precious jewel
My call, my bad move of err and birth
But by action and there is no other power....






More Proverbial Malarky
4-25-18

In a place of solace and no more sorrow
See you tomorrow
What's up with that to ones supplication
Therefore doubt not
One book at a time
But let's get realistic in ones short span of attention
Granting this revelation
It look like I'd best stay home and save my money
O, Swedish one
Daughter of a gun than that of painted pomp assuredly
By the door face a buzzing doubtnot
For it is a gift of God
As entrusted after which I lusted
As content to write finding tongues  in trees
Coughing up lungs at seas from the beginning, Amen
Translated by study and spiritual confirmation
But O, am I the real deal
Today I take my chances.....