humus

More Humus
4-18-18

Chick-peas nestle
It won't be long venturing to new and higher places
Back at the W.J.C.
We find the best things of life are free
In another elegy
Play one more CD and no such curfiew nor waking time
For those that live be faith as to bang his bellyfull
And slink away to sally out and catch that bird song of destiny
Obscure in want of more and more
By the boast of heraldry we find it afresh
Outspoken and glorious I will be again
Come the hour of ten I take up my pen
Swirling through all sorrows but what about right now
O living lyre forsake all fear in words for skies to be clear
Cromwell rueless and Thomas Gray clueless.....





No Man (A Liar)
4-18-18

Plain to see just one answer
But nothing is for free
I will meet you in a year alike the inevitable hour
And inconceivable day at hand
O, rugged elms where the white tree frog soon sings
Turning purple when excited native to Australia
O, path of glory returning to Sydney
As stonier urn we have much to learn
And no one can tell you how to live today
Where God gives us the freewill
Toes too numb to step for boot heels to be wandering
Copyright twenty-one
Let not ambition mislead us as to read ones history
In the eyes of nations one day at a time my friend
He says for the blazing hearth for honor's voice
To but provoke another snoke
My bad agency!





Spool Wound Up Again
4-18-18

Bonus price at three dollars used but seemingly brand new
One thing I swear to keep on keeping on
Our name is Leigon for the spool wound up
O, bypass the rubble if there is such a fight
And often stubble in that we have this right
Yet racked with suffering square and fair
say to silver bells of why abide and behold the angel
Methought I saw it seeing the front lawn for what it is
In hopes for green
Do you know what I mean
As to post my tree frog
Do we treat cases like this but to know yet states of bliss
And I arose and stood up to fill again the cup
As nothing so exquisite
I help you if you want me to
As it's in your smile
O, thought I....





Rules Are Rules
4-18-18

Let your feet stand up for your beliefs
And don't doubt a God who is faithful
Like an elephant he is and is yet to be
As some take to chopsticks
O pray and prophesy with a whole heart
To make it back in one piece
Yet racked with the pleasures of the flesh
As to book takes its title flapping on that hook for strength
But not to fight in a place where rules are rules
And without them there is anarchy
O, where are you taking yourself
To the desert on to the sea
Is it too soon or is it just me
Daring not to toss the coin but to purloin
Where every poet is a thief
Methought I saw it like a photograph from '81....