Givliani

Givliani 

5-19-20

All because of Helen doesn't leave 

Not even for the melon in truss economic droning dismal 

I need to be there for the backfin coil and hot east as something measurable 

and for the west driveth pleasure 

I'm an uncle now as new spirals wins unbroken 

And in our blog corner calling it scary in Thomas Berry for jangle jingle moments 

And another trip in our jesting John Givlian greater 

Wasting ones dancing spell art one for me to dive out  of the words 

For the writing in Kathleen of Dingham workers all about you 

Where goods say it all for the figments noon between two fives...

Steindl-Rast (Of Gratitude Illness)

5-19-20

My fresh call that I've move enough 

As my spirit knows it has been rough here right here with you with you 

Where hours keep repeating from moisture of nature at this connecting point 

Just read 

O and you don't forget to call on Rose 

And surname in O'Connell 

For serum book of Notre Dame inspired Steindl-Rast 

Great hours 

She is down and safe 

Alongside the bribes of Gethsemane Begotten again to joy 

For my colours handsome for all seasons 

And to be spiritually rooted in nature and insight 

Such the sacramental faith in the significant 

No such hate....

deployed

For Who (Deployed)

5-19-20

Three days till my big day about it

Never taught to doubt it

While it works to row me in search of treasure 

By the piety of pleasure for parenthetical privileges 

For half lies on the sky 

As to all go together 

Loving it as in my daily flame 

For the Shaman to inviolate 

Where the trees say something else 

For the Now I almost want her presence 

To forget my bereavement 

For the gap in life's constellation 

As still I hesitate yet choose to read my poem 

As sensational for a general sign for summaries 

Feeding owls for Who.....

For Headdress Roving Drunk From Sky And Earth 

5-19-20

Sucking cactus potted as still I have sinned 

To call to over roses as despised as far as I can see 

On for our outstretched 

Might was as sharpened inviolate 

And a gap in my own constellation for hearers 

Roving in dismay when you see me coming to our momentary rehearsal 

Hole in my front jeans pocket 

In hopes for Levi to recite his integrity 

All in Lee to but lavish and troth for the living 

Flickering down on the pavement as dust flies from my beard 

In the page where my staff used to be as deployed 

And many years to sow it....

open

Open The Core And Slander The Seers 

5-19-20

Wanting it done and over with 

Sad now I struggle in that light 

I cannot read about it for myself in the race 

Where we are off to our star that used to be in Bootes 

No hurry to learn to bring it back to life 

Thanks to Rose as a sign of our waft lie on the cry 

My O my turning to the brink of sleep 

And a dream of a fearful downward spirit gone viral 

Towards our plain and no such hate 

En Masse yet to be discovered 

It's going to be a beautiful one 

As introduced for the come of gloaming

For Tuesday's delerum 

Our general signs to blow the trumpets....

loose ends

On Loose Ends
5-19-20

Plenty of time to do nothing at all
All for prime shouting for the short
As well as the tall
Laconic O earth history for him
Two only one in ones naive town
Penalty a strangeness may drown as God meant to
For the good by fear ordeal as to shrill this and more
I cannot tell
Stay bust today with something more
Come Coleman of British spelling
Sweet smelling places propelling
And a flower to be exposed in her
Call Rimbaud palpitating flares
Where I forget all bereavements as to flicker
Down to another excellent tune....

anguish

Anguished Reply
5-19-20

Had good success in reinventing my suitable
As to droll all robust over what I did taste
Yesterday it doesn't have to be sad in cashing in my seventy
To write our own grease blurred for another step
Outside industrious and laconic ale for the milk and mild ever since I was a child
Where I wasn't hard for promises under palpitating frames for Niledennus' mystery 
Saving my sorrows for Friday of first communion
Knowing ones father of furtive looks today
Just me and my books cherishing it in my chanticleer
Be of good cheer
Up and ready for right here and now.....





Woodhouse Wins
5-19-20

Don't want the day to come
In that it will
For miracles be finished air against diminished
In Pile seven all about Russel Baker
In that he could have been a guided luxury to cull out of Germany
In one piece as so we fight today industrious and laconic of flippant fly
And our Tyrian light yea, things to pole star moved was a boy just as ruthless as Terence
In our nature town possessing ones final reply for a fever expected
Like a south wind that we'll know of how I sinned
In Messianic figures those who pass
And they will be here
Faith over fear....





Industrious Our Laconic
5-19-20


Better the eyes of belilgerant elves
Will round off illusion punctual and sedate
In ones own native town
O, frigate set sail for our early history
And a meadow path ingredient as Fera opens charcoal
For ones added strut
And more that I cannot dwell for even lies by bullion
Over and over again
Blessed to belch for religion
While still in ones piece
All this and more
I cannot tell for heretical
Yes, plural of easier history laconic
All species lateral
All animals equal.....

Aden

Aden Of Sophistries
5-19-20

For our info
Woe to those that decree
And very is we that can see
Where it comes in contact
O, whose for those below
Have a mushroom for regards
Pay and seek my pay appeasing the six parentheses
Here a star
There a galaxy
Take seven more deep breaths
To make lungs meet for flexibility
As to float to the sea
As to the closet we are for the right
Art no burning as to go altering ostensibly
As it is begun for my niece to be down
Shoes for the fleece
A body not just because to flight aloud
Gallant honey and a dew....

quavering

Keen And Quavering
5-19-20

Cape Central back in Houston
Up in and at it
O, what inn is this?
Twelve verses o, come on back
O, where all the males in the deal
Busy for you turning corners righteous and over care
Of ballroom on the land
As if it were wood in strong believers
Work it is more understood
what among thankful keen and quavering
Where it comes in spurts
O, where are the words
Taking up space
Yea, Necromancers
Yes in the landline
March in my eclairs moving
As throughout that today
And out share of morning....