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The Sting of Heaven

April to make notice A prairie dawn to hold And noticing days of pain Fortitude in trust and prayer A difference of peace within- And go in, Victory’s pounce on bits of grass Waking the heights to fiber Sympathies in trust to better men And Don seeks a deal Where there isn’t one to carry Each cast remissions by night This target is a season fair to view And in summary- An asteroid Screaming at you in sickness Four times per hour The duty cam proposed Chariots and missions and the missed A war or two to right But nothing great the poison touch There is simple real- and friends of the enemy To carry her first- To apprehensions, maybe The police won at six and merriness applies- The Victory of Winfrey standing near Without the wrecking study Across to the open end of Weir A colossal day at war- in trust to Gore and the perpetua Sinking ships signing Crosses to be labeled With one echo in this stream And a world without words For time to see And give us men And take this war, compatriot And seize the Holy Blessing As we breathe- Even fiction shall know Because of her- We walk in respect And carry our tally To this field.

The Victory of Ukraine

For days beseen in Heav’ Litany if Ghosts in fear Justice in Water And small pens The rhythm of daily wonder Effects to the late in May Fallen years and days.. And the months we sceptre Iranian blues by the lift Salmon in wonder of the Navy Pressing by the dew And skips of the Ron for water’s end In peers we knew the end Small wonder for wars that would Like this one, and the news we thought Blasting to corridors And courage to connect the one Not freely, but in temper And just in spirit- To go alone For Victory this alias And a sky of wonder to know Same time as the Deity- Our Father in Heaven Who put us first In fearless wonder And the day gave way Making Bread as hand in hand The four shots we heard that day And we knew of Absolom- and the meek and wonder To be old and powder’s due This symphony of a hangman’s dirge Calling collective to the Royal A page in view, And offering to collect A fortune’s path- but we were there, in toe The ecstasy of charting In due course change our plan And noticed charge Victory is ours And Home For the better day As we wait.

The Victory of Ukraine (part II)

Sun to wake us in ruin But this was our zeal The Navy accepts a thing or two in a handshake Mystery to us all Ruses down for the count And in these three years of reaction Misery is at liberty’s door Offering the observable in a basket Proverbs to the Times and other three A politician’s wonder And people as they speak of Rome And our column, the heir Mystery of the Lord And we are in pain, and see an arc The fires of the Sun, with Britain’s Cross Inking our page in as small as it gets Lighting fortune for better years- such as this And in the iris an image Of days on the waiting deck Nearly the steady, prodigal unite Offering and barely soon But to the savings of men- and their chariot and their street- and their poem The place was hers, Sweet Ukraine And thirty-somethings back at seventeen Adorned with mystery and prayer For even our buildings got shot But we have glad news and time to carry Our lost and gone are together And together approved of a plan To collect our belongings as apostles And know their weary home is blue Days for three and here The Inkerman of June- and at night For rote and skill No pauper be afraid Victory is here Even artifacts rejoice- Ecstasy all at once And across Europe they may The steady ship and lay Union in public- with all our stars And what us May- and June A high and steady deal Putin is gone- and left this year To the West our clout Fairing new The victory car In Heaven’s rain Without fail.

Ru

A penchant fearing days- nights- and never Personnage in moment askew Innervic and shouts by the door Come away here And avoid contact The mystery goes A plainness no-one would fear But grass by the lane And small shards of the envoy And Hitler’s men- and their descendants Why are you here The victory is at dawn Smashing small bottles Of consorts and Maine Pieces of the dark giving hand A fortune for war- and obsessively printing- either There are motions of rain up ahead Check your knees for wear And prepare to breathe- in your own vomit- Once they denote you have lungs And fidgeting issued Sparsely above the boulevards Prophecy unknown Mitres detached Fits of larceny and overrule The Lada’s defeat but above Winstons they are And you shouldn’t be here Capitulations abound Checking for resale- but to ruin Sawing cedar and myth A place against what again is against The sole victory- of no time And time then for this- Nearing the rivers and bogeymen Everything afloat is duress Gardens of misbelieve and inner waves Curtains to the door of succession And ruin and ruined men No-one off for war, told so Stacks invested in the Spring Children off with their Mothers Varied escape to worry Citizens in hand with disbursement Over disaster and reckon No proportions other And Victory will have to wait Til us then Our prophecy awaits- and here comes the President- for his final war- and expressions of speech The guilded know their way- and Putin’s truth- which is none.

Jin Jin

The highest of the tidal waves A day for thinking thin To a plebiscite of Lincoln A propos and signs of now This day is his A thirst and not for war Echoing the strange day To fish and their release By Thursday this A plane can land on Water But bend a wheel Inevitably sink And voices cry for help Lose two to Earth This day of Eight on worry What wounds do cost If we lay low Is victory in more than one In radial sin and fully prepared To speak the joy of the Lord Troubles of spirit And hands overboard The state is stateless ground To Earth this Summer With one Jin Mingri Night is still hanging in balance Forfeiting war And releasing all prisoners A glory of Earth in this year And every country Presume this day For missions to know, and how No fear of temperance And wanted for the stars This victory will treat you by far And currences due The way we have trailed Too many unspoken- in faith No to arrests And yes to thy duty A change can still happen- By law.

And to this day unpare Speaking high to thus about The statement of the wind in truth Nary was wood in favour To seek the fall become- And it did hay A passion for the year Summering in constant Making death a place apart To hear the siren song A temperate mouth and be; To get along, Nary is a scar And custom swim To minds bend and this A favourite fact That all who poe are witness In filing this for just petition A parcel leans ahend This severance day A year of nine and six And flaming shoe- Passions of sweet and size ten The simple seed to Rome And thus begin That a rose is beautiful And grower be.

Legends of Vernacular

And to tomorrow This witness on Touch The Ethiopian Guard To honour displays of time And this support Of a man who sits Esteem The contract of Dow Chemical And we died in the creek

Fortunes of nine and ransom A victory for thousand then Walked off the side of the Earth While men screamed for their Wine And day-altar Sussex business to and there For all insurance in prayer The victimhoods of authority

Isn’t it play and nice We win just to forget Weird compressions and embers To faux the mission-mind at war

In sullen you and birth Apollo of the year impressionable While I am an empty seal Borne of a reactor in Maine

To Hantsport best refresh And six electric for the isotope Letting geese reduce our stop The sidewalk was appeased And victory-men There was shale to collect And in all that water fit to drink- of course not

In a Rolls-Royce to lanes of freedom There were children made of OSB And the upper limits to consternation For daysport and eloquay

Fortunes made to the East forgotten Better Norman than to see the Mon Yearshap for nine and death I spotted Peter at The Great Divide

While Danes are keeping light for Heaven And gentry across this height of speed In all fairness to the Arctic North I took my Best and found the Sun

Supposing we were separately still The days of cash and Summer Cross Made for Earth and sky and cloud and Women We drank the water of Sweet Valentine.

St. Valentine

A Scorpio was wanted just to be A thousand years amiss True to the altar and to love It is day that I have, non-return But to these fields I prepare A victory in Latin for the course To people solemn shaded- and Greece and Türkiye shy A bit of purple for the trade- and yesteryear I was committed by a swan And fortune this to morning A sky of options light or rain And filthy bottom of Gibraltar I wept for the seagulls of Portugal Cove A heart of zebras here and wild The day for overture speaks havoc To mothers in my way- I am the offendant and trying hard It was for early stretching of the hound For Empress Isle And sixty shots to wisdom The day is fading new to Jerry Alpaca Smitten be uptown and seeking doorways This the year of Cobh and St. Jerome Places near to Winter bringing heat And silent search For high and low desires on display And fortune time A victory so hard there was no time And no morning to announce- the braver men So to these carrots of the deep- and better wonder There was Apple and a billfold just for new And vibrant sea and big New Mexico It was known for making waves while night asleeps And bitter ransom The documentist merged on three small hens Never bitter to the year we went apart But in this mail to make us hear And a friction of the post We’ll fly for days this kite- to be upon.

Rose East of Rockwood

And in the temperance claim I eat by the river in esteem Spoon for dinner And sitting night by the carousel Five things to celebrate Now that victory is a poem Three cheers for cheer itself Doubling down on maple sugar And Justin’s day Sweet vermillion in for shore A wave to passing trains And a thorough sense of night Victory’s dance And a sweet, appreciative Moon I filled out an application To speak ingress to the landed A quarter image per hour And flights of bon’accord Places in genuflect And the light of Heaven the same Tempos lightly off to dancing And a fever here for all this crowd Adoring secret carols Waiting plan to save the shore For the hurry and explained One May per hour The time of year to bud A day of Summer breath And a chorus set to free- The scalar wind; emergence And a lampstand of the World When days are sunrise And prophecy our sport For the mercy on all souls And in Christ we unbind all men- For the village and the depths Canada be free- In restless village and annoy But only softly As we make unto a dash- For Vict’ry’s land A cadence on the water Holding Rome And an essence on the rock Befriending gourd and high Of better thought proprioception And democracy’s Queen abiding Sold our flint for raucous dune I am the lamp And the four accord of noon In Eastern acres And gypsum grass For services to be me Your light will carry- unto mine For the betterest of the nightcall Where the spacecraft call it here- Unbound And thinking of plankton ready Four stalls to the iron core While the Moon is at our gate And mostly Earthen- Set to distance And the mountaintops- To the East While the clouds of early forest While we wait- For timing’s Will.

Rain For The Origin

To a Quaker and then Life as a burning Christian This simple man on catapult Echoing catastrophe And circuiting calls- Three years of solid altar Fit for a day to remember I rodded you to ninth DE The Godhead saw And polished driving rain In Christ’s true presence A victim days few And in Earth relieve- An extra day to extinguish The fog and flames of anxiety And solid amber to our day Especially in our car- Who begged the esteem But a distance to the partial Our electric in parity For the Ford and expectant to be No recreant or madness be It is a special year to see the star And then we seek a world Like this miracle Everyone as one- Even there, Thereafter.