Long Currant Poems
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Skies above they are true
aqua color spaces water you
Midland coastland views
sweetest shoots blueberry grapes tomatoes
Damson, Concord grape,
Elderberry Black currant, Plum, Berry black,
Blueberry does true
swish of the wind sounds views
Sound of you ripples in the waters true
So drips and falls on the grasses do
Those the breeze in the summer do
Also blue those tears
You cry it flows out your eyes
Your lips taste blueberry grapes
And raisin
When I am so sad
My fears and depression seasonal changes
From fall-winter
From Summer spring
My eyes, my mind, my heart vested so true
awesome eyewitnessing
BLUE .
A brother betrayed,
four a 2.60 sent.
Secrets were shared,
for a rounded
three pence,
four scores and,
seven's ink penz,
And aLion was drawn,
between two menz.
But I sea you.two.
You both I do.
Two by two,
I see you too.
Reds in Blue....
Seals reveal.
Eye sea the deal.
And the currant one say...
that a.current.see is real.
Reeds in the sun,
Sea the dayz fun,
Free the May sea.Sun.
And grow in the light.
Be.love.And take flight.
Together again,
A pride and a friend,
and together we stand,
as we love.The Day again.
The best of our heart,
our passionate skills,
in a May suns day,
we created the hills.
And the light in our eye,
Allume in the sky,
And together we stand,
too, gathered we stand,
and we.play in the sand.
Stories of old were mangled
when told and a message,
mistaken at best.
Such a mess.
Take heart once again,
be the best of a friend,
be together by hand,
And We Be.Again,
The Great Lands.
Form:
When i was a young boy - ink stained test once with the girl
and the ink was sweet he 'said';
it made us unclean this test, from the man for he was the tester;
And that picture my bat of her 'poet' who he said, is nude
from scandal's shrewdly fled this country in white does it black
with all the butterflies he knew colored pink and blue.
Open i flew it as useless and the color of the rich man
actually can't; it's hiding in places love we deceived him.
The boy saw these people with their political advancement
of stages, i 'said' which is normal,
and doctor with the boy with her nose that last time
and the fact that love always fights and bites and claws it's way,
too the top, never forever restrained.
When prepubescent the boy;
and why being many you were once like this tried to think
and the boy and now the man was unwound
yo-yo's and string.
and the ink went round the stain, falling back up came too life.
The most normal response given to us when it's her time
and time is to him at it's most dangerous when currant.
and in compliance with the easy artist starves
and to use fear to make it open so eagerly and does too be fed.
Doctor that seeks with her one thing only and boys too,
which loves as his own and too the boy as well.
They don't mind joined together,
and will join in and his thing spreads our undergarment,
The nurse will reveal and the ink of the scrutineer will listen,
that (thing)their his will that place negated.
Dr. Rippy while the doctor undermines our credibility
and deducts from her finger when his is pointing
and before showing her/his thing,
rubbing ours together,
bored we think for his amusement, i think he
respects not our past collectives.
and took off points for our quick thoughts.
Ink blot tests, bats fly and poo, eyes cry and you?
While the rest of us whom would not be deceived,
received royal attention of electroshock therapy.
I have always wondered why, they would want you to forget
all of that which never really happens, but in dreams?
Dr.Rippy practiced psychiatry on children
in Tampa Florida when I was a child.
James McLain Sunday, February 21, 2010
Emerging from the deep dark tunnel
arriving into the light of London’s St Pancras
on a wet wintery evening
I saw your text message.
How brilliantly clever of you
not your ordinary SMS
but glowing handwriting
in gigantic bright pink LED letters
lighting up the cold dark night
like a huge hug.
Such a warm greeting
as welcoming as a
tray of hot currant buns
straight from the oven
warming you up
on a cold winter day.
For so long the world at war
and since then
sometimes warm relations
sometimes indifference
sometimes cold war.
How wise you are
to welcome me so warmly
especially at a time like this.
Just as much as
you want your time with me
I want my time with you.
Let’s banish the cold
and share our warmth forever.
At EIGHT o'clock we ATE dinner
The soft BABEL heard once again
Then became a DIN when the babe
Awoke with BABBLE coming from the DEN
The CURRENT course was CURRANT cake
Which was the most luscious DESSERT
One DUDE DEWED upon Mountain DEW
Hard to DO in a dry DESERT
That DUDE was the DEVISOR of the plan
The DEVISER who set in motion
All who were PRESENT inheritance
A PRESENT from THEIR parent's notion
I could go on and on but I don't have TIME
Because I need to set out the THYME..
I do not have a match for THEIR but THERE
is one match for it..
Written: April 04, 2015
I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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She who rest me
Might I labor
To understand
Her evilness
That she mocks
My beliefs
66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket)
66 fried fish fillets battered and fried
Onion and currant spread for burger
Cucumber and relish tater sauce for the fish
Cheese spread for burgers
2 cups of swiss
2 cups of pepper jack
1 teaspoon of mc cormicks
Season all
2/3 cream cheese
1/4 mayo
1/4 parmesan cheese
1 cup of butter
4 tablespoons of buttermilk cultures
2 tablespoons of crown royal
1/4 dehydrated onions
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
Mix and spread on buns and toast brown
.....
The mixture is same for the
fish ( minus crown royal)
add 1/4 diced cucumber
1/4 of lime juice 2 tablespoons
Of gin and 1 tablespoon of
Lemon zest
Spread the bread and toast.....
Beef relish
2 1/2cups of caramelized onion
1/4 cup of carmilized garlic
1/4 cup of apricot jam
3 tablespoons bbq sauce
2 tablespoons of worishire sauce
3 tablespoons of diced candied ginger
1/4 cup of minced golden raissins
4 tablespoons of beer
Cerley salt to taste
Cook until beer taste mixes smooth with the onion
Fish tarters sauce
2 cups of mayo
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 of cream cheese
3 tablespoons of gin
1/4 of diced cucumber
1/2 cup of sweet relish
Clean cut and fry 14 pounds of
Potatoes either
French fried or home fried
In an over warmover burgers until
Medium well
And
Well done
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
PRUNING THE ROSES
Prune Roses here, Prune Roses there,
Dancing in my garden,
With Sweet William and Fred Astaire.
Wallflower there, Gardenia over here,
My Fuchsia’s looking bright,
I’m going to retire this year.
Working on the Rockery,
and making it a Dahlia routine.
The Hydrangea looks wonderful,
Magnolia’s standing supreme.
Perennials in here, Heather over there,
Talking to my Sunflower,
Petunia’s shrug and stare.
Slug pellets there, Slug pellets here,
Touch my French Marigolds,
and its salt on your tail my dear.
Love to spend the day, working in my garden,
Then relax in the evening sun.
Surveying creation all around me,
With a nice Cuppa and a Currant Bun.
It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.