ZGlance Phattey
is a marvelous movie
it has enough equal parts
to balance even the most
religious or anti religious
person or people.
People often get tired of
the religious reasons for doing
or not doing things. I heard
"The Baronet and Knight were
in dispute due to her belief in
a non- sexual relationship
be fore marriage the movie
tackles the belief and
disbelief of people
needing excuses to due
thinks. Some who
are mighty worshippers.
My sister in laws
lover sued the other man in his
brother-in-laws relationship
for not reporting the honey bees had
ecasped.
They thought it was smart for
with holding the data
due to the Monarch who
wished themthe news due to the
beliefs of those
who refused to study
the catogories before
speaking on sunbject than were never defined
or reserched.
Due to the conflicting laugage and similarities in
laugague
they needed to often write what was needed
to complete =certain tasks
and what.
The words were same but the definitions
were different
it became a challenge
when convaying what was needed.
(the piano can wait, the bloodspots on your ear can become infected!!)
The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright, innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts
in the rolling Minnesota countryside,
defiant to the blistering avalanche of corn.
There were the sidewise glances,
prudent in their reticence, worn pencils
tucked behind their bibs, the markets'
vagaries aswim, Chicago far the east of home.
In Iowa as well,
the warriors of the plough,
the timeless men of bread,
the conquerors of earth and sinew,
beast and baronet,
to thread the cloth of motherland
before our birth.
Thereto in Illinois, my cradle sanctuary
nested from the mountains
and the alien sea; I was the listener
within this deep midwestern ground.
It is not still where I have been;
the voices and the footfalls
make their print in time
and may not be erased.
And though my ashes fly in space
my breath, my bliss, my bower
rests forever in the heartland of the earth.
~
The Sussex lad, to title and land born,
An alumni, now he stands proudly tall.
In Oxford students pass at future’s dawn,
For some the inspiration was his call.
Provocative, a mighty pen his sword,
Expelled for godless view from hallowed hall.
The Baronet poet, friend to a Lord,
The Gothic king’s voice did incite them all.
His Mary worshipped at her husband‘s feet,
She held his heart tight from death’s final flame.
Did they engage in black acts, pagan mete?
A dark and often troubled soul laid claim.
Into the storm set sail to the end foretold,
He died before his talent could unfold.