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Do But Row
9-19-18

In the wheatfields and on clothes lines
The given as driven still having some juice left in you
Through every vein love will not be stabbed or slain
In spite of all pleasure and pain
As she turned and I was gone
Holding down her food for another day
O, leave me not astray
Going into the holes of the rocks
Hoping for more associations and talks
Frig ya coffee and figure it out later
That's old news as on his Humphrey I choose
As to be in the warm hold of your loving mind
On ones T.S. Elliot list of to-do's
Make me not a ruler but have me to be a yard stick
Or a tape measure still living for pleasure
Mincing as I go until I don't know
O boat, do but row....






Thief Of Stanzas
9-19-18

Swept away in her current
As to feel you all around me
Call me the thief of stanzas
But not word for word nor insane or absurd
Blessing it in disguise
A good place to start at sunrise
Itching in
Got my ears into my own affairs
And you could at least afford it
In Vera Donovan our pulp-hauler and another caller
In prudence, our opposition where I want to hide awhile behind your smile
Going into the clefts of the rocks  back in D.C. five forty-five
I'm still alive as if to thrive upon what I strive
Written among the living as I prepare my speech
For the giving
For the incident on the Baltimore harbor
Shining of flaming fire by night and cloud by day
Time to go for simply yea or no....






On Second Nephi 15:2
9-19-18

God has plans for my life
And it begins with this
For another movie I won't want to miss
In Claibourne but not to scorn shoes only five times so far worn
For a chaotic stack of books not just in my treasure chest
O, have a heart for Frasier as it's all going to munchies and novels for prose
I can't break out of rhyme  more and Jesus knows
Arrested in the Hill distinct in our Messianic legacy
And a fair and square empire on Humpday wherrefore
When I looked upon viol, tabret and pipe
As to hear it clearly come whatever all in and a wine press
Under the skin and she does something wicked again
In the phenonema of my central figure bringing forth wild grapes
In all sizes and shapes....





Pleasant (Plant It)
9-19-18

Back at it just as I left it
By my plethora of mass production and productivity
Not mine but of He that makes it all possible
Overrunning Radio Free Europe with the television turned off peaceably in MacBain
In Welsh just enjoying myself as to revel in God for our comoradarie
As to continue till sundown decreed for you in bloodshed
"Here's another work or two for you", she said today
As she has a better understanding as a lady friend that teaches me to sing like the cockatiel
In my hallway here for the lyric
Reaping alms of Levy in the midst of it
Thank you for the compliment and thank you Jesus for this composure and inspiration
As houses are desolate
Don't think twice perchance your own guard
For the vineyard and its plant.....