"canon service"
“We follow the rules here”, he said incorruptibly
like he was untainted as holy water
from the incorruptible font,
he had an upward inflection in his voice
at the end of every punctuated point,
delivered like a canon service
his gun and bullets were larger
apparently...he was high, the pulpit lofty
far above the soaped-up sinners
some of us inside were grinning
too much alter wine
he was probably juiced,
then unctuously he shared his fat sermon
as if to convey to the congregated
a good and proper sluicing,
the service was poetic
no hymns in this church
salvation tamborines
to beat the devils out,
some of us inside were grinning
Candide Diderot. ‘23
canon.
cannon.
Hey Lord won't you let me
use my Canon EF
Its one of my collections best
with copal platinum blades
shooting at 1/60 of a second
to stop camera shake
at focal length of 50mm,
setting my aperture on auto
ranging from F 4 to F11
vertical horizontal pictures galore
With stepped gears
you're supremely shutter priority
to last for years
Gold or pearl
Zinc or glass
Each has charm
Home or Rome
Earth or sky
Each has norm
Good or bad
In Fate's hands
Rest so calm
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Canonball by Pearcemelville
Canonball tearing throughtimbertthick
planks
Canonball rips thrufleshthroughout
theotherside a hole;:
canonfire CANONBALL!
Fszzt fzt Water wave
Cutlass STrikes
Daggers dag
Flintlock singles out
assassination
Pirate swing from boomrope
Young Naval Guards stand firm
BooM!! Canonfire
BooM!
Pirate ship
Due Archipelago
Naval Fleet Frigate
limps to Harbour Home
Bones that night work cut out
not a numbbing aggennt
to ease a groan...
Pirate Ship
due archipelago
Following One Star
Threads through reef
hidesincove drops anchor
Water Main concern
Waiting for Tide to turn to test
mettleagainstreefrock
Rockyreefsrock
Rockyreeff
Rockyreefsrock
rockyreefs
REEFSSS
reefrockysh
RRsshh
Waves against the timberhull
Porpoises flew dived
Seagull scrounging circling
windwinding round
pirateship
Set for plunder richness
Following one star North
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THE BOOK OF GENESIS
THE BOOK OF EXODUS
THE BOOK OF NUMBERS
THE BOOK OF JUDGES
THE BOOK OF RUTH
THE BOOK OF KINGS
THE BOOK OF EZRA
THE BOOK OF ESTHER
THE BOOK OF JOB
THE BOOK OF PSALMS
THE BOOK OF PROVERBS
THE BOOK OF ADVERBS
THE BOOK OF REVELATIONS
The heart asks questions
That the head wants answers for
And
This tyrannical heart
Speaks
Canons
how can you tell me
that these delicious morsels
of proletarian sensibility
are not worthy of the canon?
Greek = measuring God, rule, norm
The authoritative collection of
Sacred scriptures in
The Old and New Testament of the bible
11302011
The Bible contains 72 books
(Or 73 depending whether Lamentations listed as a separate book
Not as a part of Jeremiah)
Varying length from a few hundred words to many thousands
Together, these books comprise the official list or canon of the Bible
These books
45 were written before Christ
Called the Old Testament
The other 27 books
Were written after the time of Christ
Called the books of the
New Testament
I light the flame; the music plays its tune
I close my eyes at breathing’s gentle sigh
To feel you resting there upon my thigh
And there we lay beneath the lady moon.
While willow trees are whispering the breeze
My fingers linger in your ruffled hair
The sparks of love’s arcane spell fill the air
And in a kiss, I feel your lips that tease.
At last, my skin can feel your gentle touch
In simple pleasures of a lover’s song
For this, no wait could ever be too long
My heart is full; I love you so very much.
There is nothing on this earth I wouldn’t do
So I ask can you feel my love for you.
Winter-spring canon
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon
I sat myself, by myself…..
Tired, tired of waiting.
Inside I sit like a potted cactus,
Gussied up for the pic.
Don’t know what possessed this dick.
The wide world’s outside
Ancestors pride, the mountains side,
the deserts dance;
yet, here I sit in cowboy? getup?
Like a potted cactus
Gussied up for the pic.
In today's sunlight bleached ... The woman sit
Covered by modernity in a complex view -
Of purple printed dress exhaling his wit:
A purple bag juxtaposes the old with new
She seems to sit on the lowest green rows
Of hill, her mocassin boots in a blue shade
All her mystic Indianess about her flows
Like sunlight through the childlike glade.
And I before him stood a child amazed still
With the uncorrupted pastoral of his world
The unblemished lines of a rolling hill
Stretched like a strand of fencing his love unfurled
Denying the eyes temptation to things
Grander than a pink sky above it all, one
White cloud of memory like a tear brings
The absent buffalo hunters from lost horizon
For long I gaze upon the spectacle of a child
And did not comprehend my own heart blind
To the history that left men empty and defiled
Mark how he represents the landscaped mind
Rows and rows of green like wires or a fence
Soft as innocence, and a pink sky with a white
A cloud singly rolling by. There is a deep tense
In the knowing: purple printed dress, a tight
Face not showing the missing wilderness. Things
In a purple pocketbook perhaps, but not hidden
By clouds certainly, her rawhid mocassin brings
To boot the blue shadows of memory. Laden
Lines traverse her face with time's complexity
The umbrella perhaps extolling life's modernity
But she alone in her simple world bask in light
While her world from history takes its flight.
Blades
Of green
Support me
Upon the grass
While rain slides down
Creating on hair strands,
A violin serenade,
Its playing Pachelbel's "Canon"
Oh, a wonderful angelic feel
Raindrops bounce off lashes to play along.
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