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Misty Waters Rolling Evermore
4-27-18

Our near pen slip
No fear of the double dip
This is my work where shadows lurk
Looking for you afresh
Between the essential and adventitious
Open to new inspiration of our peculiaralities
Of sympathetic vibration with the living forces of time in our Souffler
By every deep breath and guides of new synthesis
To illuminate the depths of this metaphor
Taking up a book of Desolate Mules' poems edited by Roy Cook
And not just another book wherein a take a deeper look
As the fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
In something one would never learn in collage
In penetrating reflections of the bow of His promises
Filled to the full with ones own fancy
And I still like Nancy.....





Bring Us Hither
4-27-18

Jesus already suffered
So why should we any longer as we are but dross
Waiting to be saved
It's never too late for those that wander off to its closest distance between us
Come the metaphor of the seventh article in the eighth section
Wishing a brother well on his way
Praying that he gets the job to afford more corn on the cob
Bringing us hither though inland far
We be a star to see as soon as we feel the gladness of May
In the madness of another good day
Seeing the children sport upon the shore play the Old King Cole
To this closest distance it doesn't seem to matter
Now, O devil may care
But why should we turn at my rebuke
And I pour my Spirit upon you......






Study (Ought Not Be As Bondage)
4-27-18

With the living forces of his time
Let me get to know your flesh
Wherein dwells no good thing
As the study of the Word ought not be bondage
With ones guide of chance and a better romance
O, treasure all commandments within you
Now that I'm fresh and willing to face the day
In that I called and you refuse
O, cry out for discernment
Welcome friends good to see you again
As to apply ones heart to understanding by Souffler
Our man of suspicion and believe me it's crazy
As discretion will preserve you
As thoughts lie somewhat too deep for tears
Caught in a bottle, lachrymal
As a Texan turns the tables irrelavent as ones elephant
Gordon Young's best of Boston Transcript
O, cry out and receive your answer....





Our Old Buck (Wanders In)
4-27-18

In our short stay in Tajola and a lash of gunfire
In tall dark pinewood as Old Buck wanders in
In the shadows where we can talk words of exhortation superspicious
In that still we do not know for wide open crossbar for chains as an adornment
And deciding when to turn it all over the Jesus
In a cloak of mist alone
None who go to her return in that of her we have much to learn
So that we may walk in the way of goodness
And today my work has just begun like a weave spun
Clouds drop down the dew in Popular Library titles
And a new way to go about it for He will be your confidence
As three are now made one
O, rewards of wisdom be thou our motivation....