move on

Let's Move On
9-5-18

Twenty-one years past since my embarkment
On my latest adventure of a sojourn meant to be
Having many stories to tell about it
Embroidered at West Farthing child and all
God bless the fruit of her womb at Bag End
To be hoped not of nasty shekel
Let's move on to other endeavors of the latest British technology
On ones way to South Africa among the killing ground far more sinister
That could be but imagined in his fiftieth best seller....





Johannesburg Amoral
9-5-18

From Venice to Johannesburg amoral
Business awaits those free minded in a shattering climax on killing ground
And a steak for our sea leopard among all the gray cats
Educated at Cardiff in two tortoiseshell sadness on ones shoulders
O, hooded crow do your best and hang the rest under beryl
And new for all the good times sad man take a look down
In the madman where Eden is burning
Where the sun destroys the interest of what is going on
In the shade of Whitsun weddings....






The Bank In Fresno
9-5-18

By assay of bias we find it afresh for love at first sight
with windlasses tonight as hunched belligerant for the entourage
Of British businessmen
Should Reid turn now
Yea, perhaps baptism has intended this  illumination
Somewhat embarrassed to buy two more books
And the angel answered and said it was real to all of us
That we should sojourn my conscience also bearing witness
As skulking in London not afraid to return thither....






Devoutly To Be Wished
9-5-18

Of consummation devoutly to be wished
Love at first sight for ones focus of operations
Until it is safe to return all in Baddington
Retracing ones steps on the glittering river and dots of color
See to it, Andrew as first clenched to maintain the influence
What are you going to kill next?
As culminated in the Virate Fair in Venice
Soon we hook up for this penetration of the Reid Group
By the garlic in ones soup Kapusth whispers fiercely
"It isn't any easier in the hooded crow of military posture....






Stepping Into The Niche
9-5-18

Our gambit might be the last move in as I go home
Where we pick up the pace and wait a few hours before my read of Tannahill
For a game of death as Binyon fears Sheriff comes to our bastions
Superstition-ridden all in furious fantasy network is our red alert
As one long forgotten for admiration of ones greatness
Out of sight and out of mind  peeling back the wrapper
On the shallow edge of sanity delighting in power and kill it completely.....