Sweet Poesy

Poesy

καὶ ἔλεγεν αὐτοῖς· ὑμῖν τὸ μυστήριον δέδοται τῆς βασιλείας τοῦ θεοῦ· ἐκείνοις δὲ τοῖς ἔξω ἐν παραβολαῖς τὰ πάντα γίνεται,

12 ἵνα βλέποντες βλέπωσιν καὶ μὴ ἴδωσιν,

καὶ ἀκούοντες ἀκούωσιν καὶ μὴ συνιῶσιν,

μήποτε ἐπιστρέψωσιν καὶ ἀφεθῇ αὐτοῖς.

Mysteries for gospel morons Mysteries for students,

Granted by the rabbi with assurance

There will be a reprieve from your confusion

And a time for comfort and kind words

The rabbis in waiting sit wait eagerly in expectation

Joying in their cerebrums at Yeshua’s kingly disposition

His hard Hebraic disposition, momentarily softening for his disciplined idiots

But the package form of the allowance?

Μυστήριον

The promise of the absence of resolution

And an unresolved theory from whom no theology returns unpunished

Yes theology has no quittance from the device

Softened by its blanket confusing axioms

War t orn by myriads of mouths whose lips and tongues

Have tasted and seen the ruder now tumurous

Trappings of Yeshuas thought

But have not tasted of the blue, the delightful Hypocrene

Of the same, the unsung undersong

Born up in thought by the vigorous thrusting of

Discipled action the laboring and weekly meditations of monks

Now at the vantage of two thousand years

I pronounce our failing humanity

The prophets words distorted by us

I do not like you Yeshua when you speak this way

But let my thoughts remain a pox and a tizzy

On personal sense of right conduct and display

For Iyyob in time thought thoughts as blasphemous

But piety right poisoned his hagagah transgressions

And now only remains memory of his better days

His chaster ways and the chronicle of turpitude and frailty

That led him in the rightness of action and discourse so

Available to readers to day in that memorable chronicle of his

Outcome in the forty third chapter of his book

Readers everywhere rejoice as they slap the book cover on the table

Iyyob go’eled by Elohim at last

Human unwisdom surpassed

And everything stupid and us drowned pebblelike in the stream

Poem #2

Sucky talk and discourse is disgusting

Maelstroms of uneasiness barren pleasures

Variated digressions by arrogant freaks

The pleasure their own not to ours tethered

Tigress of conversation why do you chide

At the roarers and belchers that clear the path

Thy yawnings are alike good for nothing

Pointless screams at conversational gas

If you had tasked them for their laughter

And had the bourn of their witless woes

Would there be time for your correction

Or a space for your correctional crow

Tigers sit company tight with hyenas

Een in sunny sun drenched peopled arenas

Poem #3

Apple glasses and plum desktop monitors

Drinkable pellucid venomous expensive

Quadriform eidolon meaningless poesy-riddle

Tedium in writing yes tedium read

Poesy sweetened tight mannered crafted

Stradivarius obsidian countertop blinged

Precious for purchase for life also precious

In fact much too precious for my likening

Beliken away fat brother and self

The worst that results is flacid confection

One without width substance or zing

Take your example from the Pharoahs erections

Erections starry pointing awe-spiring murtherings

Of body of alma of napsh why not cuerpos

I suppose theres time on land for any fat thing

Poem #4

It is very hard to write well

Pull up the bucket and theres nothing but sand

Abrahams offspring much outnumber my

Attempts at remembrance untidily lammed

But wait theres a jewel in the pail in the back

Next to the blooming rosens grown fine in the dirt

Hairy Old weed but sure family favorite

At least to unconcerned with truth-telling folk

Harold Bloom was the jewpher too plain

Yes its that imprecise whining fat Shem

Introduction to plays master Cakebeer the one

Crows nest king of my poesy barkening

Barken on bark on cries my better mentor true

Poem #5

Cake and beer unmitigated pleasure poet

Ostrich feathered courtesan of my fire offering

Bier up beercake you know no homegoing

I tell you youll remain at home with me

My home is long wide open and chapped

Like my kneese uglier as vacationess as can be

But trust me a roll in the hay is not for her making

The violent they say do bear it away

But beercake learn quick u are to concerting

To amicable to playn gayms to fun

Develop a solitude I should quoth emerson

Hes better at saying shit in the long run