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Wander, Saunter Blue

In times of proportion A Maliseet friend And irving makes no apologies To the detriment of time Screaming No mercy I had the time of a Canadian Truly Apostolic Unfair to my Yukon ways Unto four men in an apartment All were certain for existence Making presents by limelight Scraping just to get by

I am circled by a friend And have new relations with Santa On my bigger lay would recognize The assumptions of a roofer But there were days between promise And I mostly stole men’s pride For dancing reindeer-like On account of new Prime Minister Like the big one in the States But grand omen Queen and Country There was certainess to this being Mostly seeing hearts in pair While relying on Good Europe

But enough of the ale There are men who die for Winter As chefs, and trumpeters, and clowns A fortune in Jamaica — not here The right hand of a sauntering man Likes to see what goes Into the coin return and the palace it built No luckier than me

And boots and bonnets clear In time for secretary’s win I print by day and use the stars For winningness and beauty

But farewell to Europe War In months a man is beheaded To the Kings and Queens, A royal regard, That not all days are hell

Once a powerful earthquake In the logic of Aberdeen Waiting days and nights, but no more The hell to pay is prediction Absolute a money win And Jenga’s Craig This ruthless ally knows

In City and by the papers A polite and wicked people Who give no sonnet of opinion Of Royals and the Other Thinking Spare A man who prays And causes Heaven Bits of consular, And knighthood, And respite .. And Respect

Off with days of indignity To the fully qualified Sir Keir I blip til days are better still In respect and seeing blue- The time of year In Others’ Winter And landing like life, Like new

In the days of elder firm belief There are heroes like the Lithuanian- The One who fell Six hundred floors While praying Search In Christ For the missing in light And props for mere prayers A Queen to rescue mayhem But six across is in the net, I’m dreaming and I know

Love for London,

Jeff

How I Won The Russian Election

Champagne and dirty roses A course of wallops to renew Lairs of fire and lockup A new constitution Grey and green and great Where whales dare to go We had one party And one prison The desperate to decide Derail nothing but their own And in prejudice I carry a knife Thinking this is holy But due to what- An ambulance for Navalny Throes of temptation to let him be And officers greeted me there I had a wish To be great in America too And decided better days Were red, white, and blue

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Fair and poor to this body become I am careful in the light To the head of knowledge we are a summons Of every year might explode In affairs to freedom I cast a chill Resembling the people I smudge Getaway for good, to the aggrieved and the vain Falling mercury by misery I am on top of the world Let us be a mountain for the better of days Sayonara to close calls and better words for night Op-close to live re-friendly and the stars are onside Friendly rouse for the swale Six-second words and a timely heal We are pennies for the French Open government is today and I’m buying the book Six hundred and thirty two grams monthly to my eldest great For support to endear this topic of redemption, mercury are my clothes and a two-choice conundrum Executive order at war See you shining my shoes I have become.

—For Carol Rumens

Will You Friend Ukraine?

Of Occident and open Lyne Days of prayers for you and her The copper jets and superclass Believe, befriend, and escalate- With you to port for better class And days to conscience claim There is a war for evidence To repair the spotlight rule Third set of stairs to win these laws A man at work is weeping In olive branch so far from here We will grow old in tandem And best remark from life proclaim The omen of this small nation- A ransom hut in North Korea For watch, for digital frame To dine alone on better days Earth is every scream- To the news to remit a life’s great past Fortune will forget In Texas state there was more war Against the right to be owned In fair perchance here is more at play But mired in the distance We want more from the past And as such we are smitten With the dew of our Holiest grass By more for a friend, Then surrendering thus- We walk here and notice this then More for our people Is not sacrifice But from putin + his wild west partner Six to the journey And thus no more deal We are victims of murder this year

The “wild west partner” is irving.

—Jeffery

Intense

For Volodymyr In the sideways September that blocked And killed more of your world, the breath of the innocent Scotland Yard to the premises We are fond of peace and intelligence And give no love to the sabre Our shore is yours Saving souls is the difference That America sees between- Heaven and Russia And can’t tell the difference Least we afford God’s most advanced state of peace In Ukraine knowing freedom And a bitter EU- At least for the good Of the longest river and time Best achieving, It will get there And you would, In faith And Fallowfield To get rest and unwearied On the work of Christ to be done In your faith of this calibre Summons for ru They take plenty And India your guide Flower days ahead Better corners And rest for within- Your borders And treetops And a thirst for your land, To Ukraine, in Friendship Amen

Over Vancouver Island

A song and a vast stream The fortunes of Indigenous Who lent the world a gift In places of hero time For fortune’s win On cold nights like this Pieces of wood and breadcard Less of ocean and still Healing the proper hour By rhythms of 4DN I am a sailor by night And florist’s heart In places standing This is the zero fight And Elizabeth May won No embers or places of confession The altered lighthouse has its meaning In the promise of most confusion The Bible staged a proportion Of Arctic due and resin To see all the shares Of a citizen’s despondence Mailing poverty above the witness For each turbo under hood This is the water And this is time Together meaning The new in arts And best of times Canada risen To the sky

In seeding colour By the rays of David Hearing honest ratios To middle days and heights Iconic few For Labrador the East To North and South of us by London Better infractions by clutch of mew Obsessing purple and light In bliss of Calgary Better days are here and now The gentry march- On

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In the bright way of the stars A forming Earth for new of God The sepulchre waiting there In an Apple by the ancient dew There were forwards unto heaven And the sky by day Bleeding sun down on the rain Water effervescent At all shores where here and far Highest waves for turning under In no place like the desert Sleeping shires welcome home To the wall of here and day End of fear and end of war Dreaming peace unto forever In the new world known and clear For all to know in writing Lands of high and lands of day In best kinetic instance Tallest cedars hewing noon

Apples and preponderance Bananas and a dream Commerce and derivatives Perfect water on the fields To wells of Compton friending All good ones are on my step Harrowed streams in Alabama Seeking ply across the fields In minutes North and into shadows Barren land for six across And the worry of an acre Setting dew to timely fell Warring mushroom sending light To forgiven, of in Christ Cedar free across the path Finding land of Northern way To lark and cannon flying sky For peace to settle into quiet God is here, and time- Near to Holy quiet

Zelenskyy

Under this apple tree Four stars in harrowing work Abandoning the three Earths- Of Russia, Ron, and Ukraine It was a take to many, But Zelenskyy had courage And winding up this hero Were tall men, Barely looking forward, And they stole his grace The avoidant act of high esteem And his kindness and grace revealed Superheterodyne On repeat with power Holy Wine to him And the Great Estate of water Sending columns of heaven On the guest way out Between brothers, an honest man And giving seats to maidens There is no war of nothing But not his; a full star In the Heavens And it is his

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This flag is yours.

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The Paper Trail

A fortune for the pill And standing by a warehouse, was a promise of self esteem Across the broken planet, in pride to his own Princess We the sum of youth, broke into the Russian vine A sonic win for the good of hay vlad had sixty thousand days To suffer the pain of excess fortune And foreboding by the fire body, it was who accosted a lens To Ukraine with opportunity An income for every soldier Step down and foreward Virtually the appeasement of a frozen plan There was novichok and moons Ukraine the Soldier Himself That who rained peace to God It was hitler who self-recused As a parable for the United States Next to brethren And cars alight for a promise That Belarus would hold his never And vlad stood down By quarter to nine For the Son of God, Who stopped the war

Be mine, in Italy And I will sign your every waiver For the principle of Canadian dreams And Independence for the wait It was best and available In Communion we won So that all who had many Rebuilt the forest And the train And a deliverance of babies Notwithstanding death Many suffered for days But the Glory of God Saw men weeping And stood down to Ukraine And Belarus the prophet Made off with Incheon While the Chinese bled for Christ At once and at noon And became Christian And no-one knows But the sun

May it rain on every driveway To find out what went on In the Irish way of a landslide So that victory was not only, For the poor, but for the just And the ocean’s power of Baptism at once Sent the Paraclete to all and satan died, For Earth’s regret And tears depend on Sunday

See you there, By the shipyard And Christening the sun Who burned a place of iron love And men got on with their day

We spoke out at Club Montreal For the prison of consumption While doves circled in our early time For Baptism to win a war

For the Good of The Son of God For Brandenburg and breathing flames While holly decked our own summons And beheaded vlad by six

To early dinner And so recused I ate a poem and prayed aloud Bless us Lord, We have sinned, But the edged land And the digress of Bread We prevail in the Holy Land And won the battle, For Mexique,

Christendom of days

Impossible Rain

Flights of Heaven In grand form, Downward Acing the sky The planet drinks A doglegged town That fits the air and can Expressing wildly Back to Heaven Throwing burns Effortlessly replying, Downward But we own this town In all sorts of ways And rain is not our plan We have things And trees And then lumber And everything on sale For the New Year Nothing can come in The deepest sky, Cannot even breathe We sold the rights in the Senate And briefly become Elsewhere With better rain And better outcomes Where the wind blows us And our homes And our bodies While it rains Like bloodshed In November