memorial

Our FDR Memorial
7-31-18

Two important books misplaced I hope they are on my love seat
Had to buy two more books
They're really good for writing poems of my own
In purloined paraphrasing on a rainy day
Another thriller
Nothing is quite what it seems
Staying on the Pacific coast
At a five star hotel reading Alex Kava
I see the Lord sitting on a throne in summer skies
Stars are falling sure to be spotted on the beach at summer's end
Much better than secluded cabin under the boardwalk
In the valley behind me
Magpie is gusty......






Peninsula (Not Lost)
7-31-18

Where faith is as our peninsula
Like a man that draws many to him today another icon for my collection
Of faces going deeper into these cases of missing books
Hopefully not lost forever according to attachment
One cause of suffering in the last years of Uzziah
As the posts of doers move freely for a dawn in a deadly leap
In a place of beauty where such could not be discerned by our five senses
Putting to work our hygrometers against the wind
With a desire for a hymnal book
As the hydroplane it skimming over the surface
And summer will go flying away in an offbeat way
Something to say....





On Isaiah 8:3
7-31-18

Never to obviate it
No longer to hate it
For broken fever on our receiver
True to oneself and true to the faith
O, can one be both in our falling composition
We sign our petition in gospel preferences such as these
The posts of the doer move at His voice
And the air is filled with smoke in Maher-Shalal -hash-baz
Take thee a great roll and greet Jeberechiah farther to fly
Write upon these pages your thoughts that storm from lips of sages
Of a good book, yea, take a look......






Enter Arnie
7-31-18

Where the road bends
Where the movie ends  the show goes on
At the break of dawn all for one more day of it
Caught in traffick to soon catch my ride in style
Capturing its kinetic energy in an activity I never laid hands on
Such a steering wheel all for hops in Portland
We are as existentialists in our time
In Holbrook where the lyric begins
And I hope to relocate those two books I thought I lost
at deadman's curve in stories of love triangles
Where morning breaks falsifying balances no more by deceit
Enter Arnie
Go and buy your favorite car to refurbish.....