Sidewalk Splendor (At Wilshire)
8-15-18
Prayers serve as memory of the God we learn of
As we suffer for Him today where lightning pushes the edges
Of the thunderstorm upon ones two-aisle strip of prime California real estate
By our dazzling light of sidewalk splendor and my price for more
Of Dame Belle and much to buy and sell
Since your scruples outrageously decadent
In Barney season and his sandals and no such traffic tie up today
Unless I bring it upon myself
At home something smells fishy
All for God's Grace
Pun intended....
Bernardino Revisited
8-15-18
Waving my arms for the caving in of charms
In tan safari suits of sentiment and contemptuous responses
Where spirit voices ruling the night in the rasping of katydids
By the way of ones Seville driver on his way to somewhere
Face in a slow-burn to cammonflauge all we are
Wary of lifting a hand to adjust the formula tucked in my collar
If you need anything just holler
In our valley of Bernardino
Good Lord, September is almost here
To the right Van Cleef and apples just to mention them
Just looking for some middle ground....
On Isaiah 29:11
8-15-18
Opening and inviting
Overcoming an obstacle
I go home and unpack and begin again
Again in my own terminal transfer in Trevor
Where the rest is ancient history as near future
Going after the Rolls account
Going chin high with a restless eye of corporate law at Roxbury
Wherever that is in my dusty geography
Things have changed since then
God bless brother cooper who I seldom speak to
As the vision becomes as unto you
Stay yourselves and wonder
It is sealed....
Zoan Revisited
8-15-18
For princes at Zoan we find it afresh
In fields to thresh all for ambassadors in Hanes for all spoils
And material gains
Don't get attached
O, roll your own cigars all for scandals
In the city the heart still whispers sauntering or just to mention it
Come early, Belle for we have stories to tell for lunch at the tennis club
As to park on the arrow right out front with a change of heart
Loving the printed word you and your books
Time to pack it in.....
Thursday, November 8, 2018
lucky
Very Lucky, Sure (Mazoltov)
8-15-18
Rejecting all humanity
Hard act to follow
Big shoes to fit
But for what but to crack the walnut
As poverty is unattractive as the yearn
Spending another red cent on you
Beautiful and dark hours before the daylight
As endings to a thing are but an interruption among Poles and Irishmen
All under the same sun taking shelter from the night tag pinned as Esther becomes a part
Of you multitude our little garden of little space
O, give me your poor
To whom much is given much is required
As brought back from my reverie.....
Swallowed Whole
8-15-18
O, to brush off the skill
And to rush off to your thrill
Stay yourselves and wonder
Praying for a brother from Arkansas in a hayloft
When Gittel was still a little girl
As to spear a trout
Worry causes as to swallow the lump in ones own throat
Summer stars are falling as to become the entrepreneur less apprehensively
Why even bother so says the devil
Weal unto Ariel between ones captors
By which my stomach subsides unbelievable but I believe.....
Bubeleh And Zayde
8-15-18
wake up Gittel
Time to head on out to get what I need
Bothering to observe the ordinance of faith
As an island in the setting sun as consoled
Half moon high on a calm resolve for some time now
Having ones Chutzpah to steal another man's bread
Given signs of hope and then something terrible in allegory of parable
As couched beneath it
Jacob mumbled and quickly ran to the door
To let a friend in having further to fly
Yes, at least that you haven't touched your potatoes
Finding this house vacant as Moroni recounts.....
Handkerchief
8-15-18
As it must needs be that some have faith of a mustard seed
We all have our story to tell in our own legacy of where we come from
Of My Bubeleh and Zayde for iced-tea and lemonade
Finding Jacob sleeping for the sign at Mendlebaum's
As Ether cometh forth with a small man and his sparse head
Preparing to keep the Sabbath holy
Fascinated by their masterpieces
Don't you look back now for Tallis and Yarmulkah
As touching the princes of his raiment yours alone.....
As Condensation Drips
8-15-18
As to bind the wood
And find you in the neighborhood
Let it rain cutting thumbs deeply
What are you going to do to stop it
Quite excruciating O love molasses upon spiritual fulfillment
And a sign in Mendlebaum's window
Another awning all by condensation staining this page
Falling demurely below until it was time to go
Not just an employee as to register another rebirth
For deeps and rushes as separation was an agony
Ether comes forth by faith
The law of Moses is given in the creases and the shadows
As I console Ariel....
8-15-18
Rejecting all humanity
Hard act to follow
Big shoes to fit
But for what but to crack the walnut
As poverty is unattractive as the yearn
Spending another red cent on you
Beautiful and dark hours before the daylight
As endings to a thing are but an interruption among Poles and Irishmen
All under the same sun taking shelter from the night tag pinned as Esther becomes a part
Of you multitude our little garden of little space
O, give me your poor
To whom much is given much is required
As brought back from my reverie.....
Swallowed Whole
8-15-18
O, to brush off the skill
And to rush off to your thrill
Stay yourselves and wonder
Praying for a brother from Arkansas in a hayloft
When Gittel was still a little girl
As to spear a trout
Worry causes as to swallow the lump in ones own throat
Summer stars are falling as to become the entrepreneur less apprehensively
Why even bother so says the devil
Weal unto Ariel between ones captors
By which my stomach subsides unbelievable but I believe.....
Bubeleh And Zayde
8-15-18
wake up Gittel
Time to head on out to get what I need
Bothering to observe the ordinance of faith
As an island in the setting sun as consoled
Half moon high on a calm resolve for some time now
Having ones Chutzpah to steal another man's bread
Given signs of hope and then something terrible in allegory of parable
As couched beneath it
Jacob mumbled and quickly ran to the door
To let a friend in having further to fly
Yes, at least that you haven't touched your potatoes
Finding this house vacant as Moroni recounts.....
Handkerchief
8-15-18
As it must needs be that some have faith of a mustard seed
We all have our story to tell in our own legacy of where we come from
Of My Bubeleh and Zayde for iced-tea and lemonade
Finding Jacob sleeping for the sign at Mendlebaum's
As Ether cometh forth with a small man and his sparse head
Preparing to keep the Sabbath holy
Fascinated by their masterpieces
Don't you look back now for Tallis and Yarmulkah
As touching the princes of his raiment yours alone.....
As Condensation Drips
8-15-18
As to bind the wood
And find you in the neighborhood
Let it rain cutting thumbs deeply
What are you going to do to stop it
Quite excruciating O love molasses upon spiritual fulfillment
And a sign in Mendlebaum's window
Another awning all by condensation staining this page
Falling demurely below until it was time to go
Not just an employee as to register another rebirth
For deeps and rushes as separation was an agony
Ether comes forth by faith
The law of Moses is given in the creases and the shadows
As I console Ariel....
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Cynthia
Cynthia
8-15-18
As to party like it's twenty-twenty-nine
Twelve united endorsing messages in our militia for nightly waters overflowing
She is more than just an object to my sore eyes
As the strong will glorify His kingdom on the earth
Saved and exalted in the presence for charity in Cynthia
Freemen in portraits of me until I could barely see
In a world full of strangers in my four generations unknown
An American dream come true in tales of the immigrant
Behold the Lord maketh empty in the triumph of your new saga
O, lively plot
I love you a lot....
Sands-o-nit Sky
8-15-18
Three very sweet hours of it
Where a great trumpet is blown
Covering cast over all people
However thou hast done wonderfully from whom I drew the inspiration
On Shelly our Nini not enough words to express my deepest gratitude
All in Sandsontisky for open door policy
Another family tree as Yankees hoard provisions
Logic made the decillons for Esther all for Zlotys and their resistance
In all benevolence looking and cleaning
Arriving in Frankfurt taking Aurum to wife....
8-15-18
As to party like it's twenty-twenty-nine
Twelve united endorsing messages in our militia for nightly waters overflowing
She is more than just an object to my sore eyes
As the strong will glorify His kingdom on the earth
Saved and exalted in the presence for charity in Cynthia
Freemen in portraits of me until I could barely see
In a world full of strangers in my four generations unknown
An American dream come true in tales of the immigrant
Behold the Lord maketh empty in the triumph of your new saga
O, lively plot
I love you a lot....
Sands-o-nit Sky
8-15-18
Three very sweet hours of it
Where a great trumpet is blown
Covering cast over all people
However thou hast done wonderfully from whom I drew the inspiration
On Shelly our Nini not enough words to express my deepest gratitude
All in Sandsontisky for open door policy
Another family tree as Yankees hoard provisions
Logic made the decillons for Esther all for Zlotys and their resistance
In all benevolence looking and cleaning
Arriving in Frankfurt taking Aurum to wife....
Monday, November 5, 2018
two hills
Two Hills
8-14-18
God is watching your every move
Sending you forth to proclaim it
As to behoove us to convince the naysayers
At Mecca naked seen as the illusion among the righteous
Or whatever they claim to be in the Kabah
Something like this
Never again to hide my testimony
Deeply drink, O pilgrim and pick out three more books
To bait the hooks making your own distinction
Lord, you are the one that hears all!
O, make this a land of peace to pray and not cease
As to enjoin Ishmael
I'll be loving you always
Hold in reverence by pagan Arabs, the same....
Actualization
8-14-18
A book with no page numbers
what's up with that?
All in Kava
The days may not be fair in the soul catcher
Impossible to forget but don't you fret
Of dirk and long dagger if you don't want to quit
Let's try it one more time always with the love that's true
Where opposites are potential in actualization
I'll be there for you for wheat germ never as a rye plant
In the essence of the cause defiled to self of Gertrude Stein
Mine all mine......
Bonnecourt Bucolic
8-14-18
Had another successful one just to have another
And next weekend go home to Mother
O, demigod do your daring in loving and caring
O, demure our draft of deity all in Decoursey at noon on the nose
Of puzzle master Hugh Bonnecourt to assist at the edge of memory
Much too wonderful to forget sometimes socially inept
But I learn how to come out with it
By it Bucolic too terrible to remember in buckskin
O, Brouhaha bring me blues and take no prisoners.......
Efforts Effective
8-15-18
In moments of the unthinkable
Tending to hunger in my soul
Ever this night in my head a hole
Stopping one from wondering building our worlds around us
God have mercy
O, where is Le Hinton for self-actualization
Standing right beside me of my own main man
Wee unto the crown of pride
O, Lord thou art my God
So keep my commandments so saith another whisper
At Hot Springs and her glorious beauty
Looking for Ralph Waldo Emerson
I will exalt thee....
8-14-18
God is watching your every move
Sending you forth to proclaim it
As to behoove us to convince the naysayers
At Mecca naked seen as the illusion among the righteous
Or whatever they claim to be in the Kabah
Something like this
Never again to hide my testimony
Deeply drink, O pilgrim and pick out three more books
To bait the hooks making your own distinction
Lord, you are the one that hears all!
O, make this a land of peace to pray and not cease
As to enjoin Ishmael
I'll be loving you always
Hold in reverence by pagan Arabs, the same....
Actualization
8-14-18
A book with no page numbers
what's up with that?
All in Kava
The days may not be fair in the soul catcher
Impossible to forget but don't you fret
Of dirk and long dagger if you don't want to quit
Let's try it one more time always with the love that's true
Where opposites are potential in actualization
I'll be there for you for wheat germ never as a rye plant
In the essence of the cause defiled to self of Gertrude Stein
Mine all mine......
Bonnecourt Bucolic
8-14-18
Had another successful one just to have another
And next weekend go home to Mother
O, demigod do your daring in loving and caring
O, demure our draft of deity all in Decoursey at noon on the nose
Of puzzle master Hugh Bonnecourt to assist at the edge of memory
Much too wonderful to forget sometimes socially inept
But I learn how to come out with it
By it Bucolic too terrible to remember in buckskin
O, Brouhaha bring me blues and take no prisoners.......
Efforts Effective
8-15-18
In moments of the unthinkable
Tending to hunger in my soul
Ever this night in my head a hole
Stopping one from wondering building our worlds around us
God have mercy
O, where is Le Hinton for self-actualization
Standing right beside me of my own main man
Wee unto the crown of pride
O, Lord thou art my God
So keep my commandments so saith another whisper
At Hot Springs and her glorious beauty
Looking for Ralph Waldo Emerson
I will exalt thee....
wacketshire
Wacketshire (Storm-Induced)
8-14-18
Of stateroom abroad
Of Canadian luxury in God's building mahogany dressers
Waiting for the miracle to come
And today I pull off the impossible
Within our touching distance buried in debris
Nothing comes for free in our broken ceiling where I get that special feeling
Shielding initial shock for spreading sickness and grotesque angles
That all add up in its death throes
Jesus knows as to listen intently where indignation smoulders as to ignite the flame
In desperation as frustration falls away for its findings of a thousand dying souls
And time elapsed.....
Who's Winning?
8-14-18
As discernable
I don't want to be hurt by love again
But it would sure bring tears worth crying
O, can you see the bridge for the telegraph key
Screwed to the table on a Kerosene stove
I pour myself another cup but who's winning?
In a game of chance for every clapboard
With news on limited closed circuit television
And circular receivers knitting my eyebrows
Drawing standish down in Germantown of medical mayhem and miracle......
Move To Strike
8-14-18
Hello again Beverly Lewis
Start again tomorrow but don't dwell on what is yet to be on the page
As a means to express the pealing of bells in Corcoran for a crack in everything
In Tricco we ask for signs and doubtless due neglecting
To the review for errors and oversights as ones due
All in the new you of blocks insurmountable greeting Isbister
As to add up the parts O cliche in Dee Jae Jenkins across the Iowa
At fifty lucky to be alive as the emulate the me of next year
Have no fear.....
She Was
8-14-18
O, dangerous infatuation she was
Not just because
One king succeeds another for your aim on Camellia petals and roses
That live on in my heart torn by adversity and crannies in ruined colonial fortresses
And breakfast with Daza even if you are dying of fear
You have no welcome here
According to the wind's direction
Sail on and tell him yes
Through the squalls of moonlit nights by and by
With tobacco monopoly in hemostatic rags....
8-14-18
Of stateroom abroad
Of Canadian luxury in God's building mahogany dressers
Waiting for the miracle to come
And today I pull off the impossible
Within our touching distance buried in debris
Nothing comes for free in our broken ceiling where I get that special feeling
Shielding initial shock for spreading sickness and grotesque angles
That all add up in its death throes
Jesus knows as to listen intently where indignation smoulders as to ignite the flame
In desperation as frustration falls away for its findings of a thousand dying souls
And time elapsed.....
Who's Winning?
8-14-18
As discernable
I don't want to be hurt by love again
But it would sure bring tears worth crying
O, can you see the bridge for the telegraph key
Screwed to the table on a Kerosene stove
I pour myself another cup but who's winning?
In a game of chance for every clapboard
With news on limited closed circuit television
And circular receivers knitting my eyebrows
Drawing standish down in Germantown of medical mayhem and miracle......
Move To Strike
8-14-18
Hello again Beverly Lewis
Start again tomorrow but don't dwell on what is yet to be on the page
As a means to express the pealing of bells in Corcoran for a crack in everything
In Tricco we ask for signs and doubtless due neglecting
To the review for errors and oversights as ones due
All in the new you of blocks insurmountable greeting Isbister
As to add up the parts O cliche in Dee Jae Jenkins across the Iowa
At fifty lucky to be alive as the emulate the me of next year
Have no fear.....
She Was
8-14-18
O, dangerous infatuation she was
Not just because
One king succeeds another for your aim on Camellia petals and roses
That live on in my heart torn by adversity and crannies in ruined colonial fortresses
And breakfast with Daza even if you are dying of fear
You have no welcome here
According to the wind's direction
Sail on and tell him yes
Through the squalls of moonlit nights by and by
With tobacco monopoly in hemostatic rags....
oxidation
Oxidation Revisited
8-14-18
As to oxidize and combine this raw emotion
As to let it rust and His hand is stretched out still
All for our ruminant so and so all in my rheostat
Losing track of where I have been
As to rhapsodize it for our rhetoric
What am I trying to say but to delve deep
As one king succeeds another
Cracking Circassian walnuts of handsome brass electrical lamps
For Gallopin-Lera in satellite and the seven cars that follow
As so builds meriantum through Connecticut into Masachusets into New Brunswick
Call me by my own name.....
On Saint Lawrence
8-14-18
Throttle it up another notch
For steel wheels pounding out in a moving rhythm
All for the wreck of the Empress of Ireland
We see it more clearly now that I shed the scales from my eye
All for Alco's schenestady
Works O Lord thou art my God
Take up the iron rod
Gazing out of the right side of ones brick of sod
Into Rimouski northeast into Quebec
As a critical traveller
Hello Harvey Sheers as yet God hears
All of our vain fears
On the Saint Lawrence
O, massive cavity......
Starboard Bulkhead
8-14-18
Yielding to ones own desires at Mecca into Medina
In Florentino Ariza as to show lack of modesty
As one king succeeds another at Cholera of Marquez and Escolastica
What even this could mean to me and you in our telegraph office
To see what is true eating roses and reading it letter for letter
On the deck of the Starboard
He knew he was not alone into our bottomless void for my Polaroid
Of soft reflection
O, wish whitefeather steel-trap brain
God steer me free of traffic
Needing a fresh start.....
Luxury Liner
8-14-18
Of bloodlust dust to dust or bust
In trust faiing to understand our Roubaix as sentenced
Please give me the basics happy to oblige
Flashing a toothy grin almost sin
O, luxury liner bound in the lost and found
Guzzling downward burglary in the backseat of a stupebaker
Talking about the wreck of the Manhattan
United bound for England for my massive cavity
Eyes caught and focused on you
A vivid read in presumption.....
8-14-18
As to oxidize and combine this raw emotion
As to let it rust and His hand is stretched out still
All for our ruminant so and so all in my rheostat
Losing track of where I have been
As to rhapsodize it for our rhetoric
What am I trying to say but to delve deep
As one king succeeds another
Cracking Circassian walnuts of handsome brass electrical lamps
For Gallopin-Lera in satellite and the seven cars that follow
As so builds meriantum through Connecticut into Masachusets into New Brunswick
Call me by my own name.....
On Saint Lawrence
8-14-18
Throttle it up another notch
For steel wheels pounding out in a moving rhythm
All for the wreck of the Empress of Ireland
We see it more clearly now that I shed the scales from my eye
All for Alco's schenestady
Works O Lord thou art my God
Take up the iron rod
Gazing out of the right side of ones brick of sod
Into Rimouski northeast into Quebec
As a critical traveller
Hello Harvey Sheers as yet God hears
All of our vain fears
On the Saint Lawrence
O, massive cavity......
Starboard Bulkhead
8-14-18
Yielding to ones own desires at Mecca into Medina
In Florentino Ariza as to show lack of modesty
As one king succeeds another at Cholera of Marquez and Escolastica
What even this could mean to me and you in our telegraph office
To see what is true eating roses and reading it letter for letter
On the deck of the Starboard
He knew he was not alone into our bottomless void for my Polaroid
Of soft reflection
O, wish whitefeather steel-trap brain
God steer me free of traffic
Needing a fresh start.....
Luxury Liner
8-14-18
Of bloodlust dust to dust or bust
In trust faiing to understand our Roubaix as sentenced
Please give me the basics happy to oblige
Flashing a toothy grin almost sin
O, luxury liner bound in the lost and found
Guzzling downward burglary in the backseat of a stupebaker
Talking about the wreck of the Manhattan
United bound for England for my massive cavity
Eyes caught and focused on you
A vivid read in presumption.....
squadron
Squadron
8-8-18
Ones squadron didn't stand a chance
As to contain all staggering
He and Roberts refer to it now unto the Maker thereof
More than just a mop-up
This is our new beginning in Stanford-Green and badgery hearing commissions
On the railway for the motive of comradeship in obligations
Am I lucky, you tell me
Storming down to our designating area
Staying alive and sane for our three-card trick
Everything is subject to change of the old and new argument
All is now!
Two regiments.....
Pig Stick
8-8-18
Behold the burden of the valley of vision
In the day we see Him
And He did everything
Seeing the chariot
Getting to know in yourself a Judas Iscariot
As man can but travel to the milk of sub-continent trussed up
Like our turkey no other motive than comradeship
For the claims of the queen and common sense
As square drums roll
And the earth is the center of private creed imbedded to believe it
In English law O, what am I trying to say in this?
Pigsticking.....
Thresh It!
8-8-18
O, my threshing all refreshing
As to acknowledge idealism in a new dimension convincing Roberts
In copper and steel of the way I feel
O, what is real our valise unopened out of conflict ideas of a writer
That goes through it pigsticking
We can shine our motivated light
What am I trying to say but that I still love you!
By the blow of the canyon and rubies as loot
Seeing our troopers of steam and tremendous advances
It's going to be lonesome when you Go!
Business has just begun.....
Isotope
8-8-18
O, my threshing
I see a chariot for isotopes and quoting conversations
O, prepare the table for three
Already thinking about the holidays
Behold the burden in the year Tartan came to town
To tell it like it is passing through the land
O, river behold there comes a chariot
O, my threshing
Behold the burden of the desert of the sea
O, hand me the valise and her replacements
For three months old copies of the Times
Finding their way in the camp
Howl ye ships of Tarshish and make another wish
At the altars of Baal
We care for ourselves....
8-8-18
Ones squadron didn't stand a chance
As to contain all staggering
He and Roberts refer to it now unto the Maker thereof
More than just a mop-up
This is our new beginning in Stanford-Green and badgery hearing commissions
On the railway for the motive of comradeship in obligations
Am I lucky, you tell me
Storming down to our designating area
Staying alive and sane for our three-card trick
Everything is subject to change of the old and new argument
All is now!
Two regiments.....
Pig Stick
8-8-18
Behold the burden of the valley of vision
In the day we see Him
And He did everything
Seeing the chariot
Getting to know in yourself a Judas Iscariot
As man can but travel to the milk of sub-continent trussed up
Like our turkey no other motive than comradeship
For the claims of the queen and common sense
As square drums roll
And the earth is the center of private creed imbedded to believe it
In English law O, what am I trying to say in this?
Pigsticking.....
Thresh It!
8-8-18
O, my threshing all refreshing
As to acknowledge idealism in a new dimension convincing Roberts
In copper and steel of the way I feel
O, what is real our valise unopened out of conflict ideas of a writer
That goes through it pigsticking
We can shine our motivated light
What am I trying to say but that I still love you!
By the blow of the canyon and rubies as loot
Seeing our troopers of steam and tremendous advances
It's going to be lonesome when you Go!
Business has just begun.....
Isotope
8-8-18
O, my threshing
I see a chariot for isotopes and quoting conversations
O, prepare the table for three
Already thinking about the holidays
Behold the burden in the year Tartan came to town
To tell it like it is passing through the land
O, river behold there comes a chariot
O, my threshing
Behold the burden of the desert of the sea
O, hand me the valise and her replacements
For three months old copies of the Times
Finding their way in the camp
Howl ye ships of Tarshish and make another wish
At the altars of Baal
We care for ourselves....
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