Idylls

Idylls Revisited
6-6-18

As to wake up and make up
For the times when I was down and out
All all about as licensed pilots and love behind the tears
In Samuel's scheme fails for nuts, posts and nails
To fasten the bookshelves at last growing out of Celtic folklore
No one can succeed like you
These are words of encouragement on my own plate
I saw Clemons' novice notes taken
No offense
I was mistaken along with memory
Out intuition as to incessantly dive two fathoms deep
And never miss an hour of sleep
Where there are more faculties to prop us on our hues
In between that we have not names for
Or the diamond breastpin of kind and kin.....






Chopfallen
6-6-18

Six feet to a fathom
Miles deep downriver
Delay and aloft downstream
In that it is not dying as to surrender to the void
O, that I should emerge for the club tall done deal in Camelot
Of notes by fallen knee
I like your place passing after great contentions
Buying a ten karat diamond ring for a sweetie
O, remain as you are I advise
Likely to offend local southerners and life goes on
Come friendship and chivalry
Saying a prayer for Laurie Star and her music
O honey pie sunny must die as it comes to pass
That there is great contention
And I need you to walk beside me
Of the next such story of going to heaven
After Purgatory deep in the jungle in sanctuaries
Records of every kind.....







Gergashites
6-6-18

As kind is the whisperer
Watching over our troubles as a goddess that first learns to fly
For glad tidings for another Signet Classic
God have me to touch some of them today
Of robbing and plundering under the mountains roaring to sea
As I begin again to mine account for the wisdom she offers
Calling again in heart and Spirit greeting Bowser in merciless corridors
Of cool competition to be as such all for Girgashites in the night
As a timepiece with exceptional ability and ambition
Does it make you ugly hearing a loadsman on a rowboat
Singing songs on the mountains that I should emerge
And drink from her fountains
All for our once and future king
In actual historical evidence
One more before I go.....






As Nephites Migrate
6-7-18

Finding my new hiding place in used books
And their nostalgic olfactory charm
I do no harm
O, would you be willing to take it up
Give the child to me, cony
And by no means cut her in half
As color drains and all hues drip
It's just that way as to look into space
Stare vacantly and all I know is books
Well so we can promise God anything at all green
What can it mean?
In new ways to reiterate
All for altogether sweet conclusions
Unseeming by the best of us
Didn't anybody see
Give the child to me
But don't cut her in half.....