Zelenskyy
(Redemption)
To be motioned for Europe
And passed by the dawn of here
World of you is all war-
All hubris for redemption
I understand, we are brothers
I sat up just by dawn,
And saw you exclaiming peace,
And that I exist,
For you, Heaven
We waited, and it rained
Across the Europe of Constitution
You were greeted to rest
Boilerplate news
and peace by Sunset
The macabre machine,
You won the election
And the Supreme Court suddenness
That added communism to the ballot
Such fame, for you,
Surpasses that rule
It is of Capital Trust
By the Fordham gaslighting North,
Who made Sussex News Abaddon
And we exclaim to be expected
At four years and ten
Until Trump feels regret
Like all good things,
You of St. Peter,
Given the runaround for shade
To be honest by Rome
Sit at my table,
We are addicts of the aquifer
And greens, And Ukraine
My full deck of cards is yours,
And I am as greaseless of time
As the poor among you,
Redford to smear,
that I won for you,
And putin is dead,
Rejoice,
You are what I remember
In the proud and the Orthodox,
Against all hegemony and anger
I give you rest by cool streams,
And your words to remember,
Come, Lord Jesus,
We hurt ourselves,
And seek your favour as better fathers
With the stretching of time,
By dawn, for time,
Zelenskyy,
You Won
And belong here,
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This flag is yours..
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In Christ is The Democrat
For the forgettance
Of no-one near and his
We were ready for Washington
And let’s play at ten
There are folds by the window
And at two we walked in
And prayed for peace,
In Christ
The reliever of women,
The Earth Arts
Will cheer every Sunday
So that stars of abandonment
Will never show
It’s in the New Testament
To Love One Another
As Jesus did
And taught
And relieved by
So that Democrats eternal
Have absconded to time
To wait for the getting ready
For yesteryear
When we prepared the way of the Lord
And in the future,
When He comes
Christ’s return
May no-one falter
Or blink an eye
Or tarry
Or abscond
So absolute,
His power
We voted for need
Of our neighbour,
In Him
God Bless The Lord
Our brethren
And our people who live here
To be in solemn repose
To Heaven with breath
To be kneaded in church
To save time for our elderly
To lend hope to all chasms
To bless the reunion
Of our peace
And our home
Our country
Built eternal
From all directions
And done into no fear
For eternal peace
And our testament of time
Is this
There Is Time For A Reason (Peter I Island)
Bless us Lord
We are done
And burned every drop
Played with Lego in cavities of Ester
I felt in fear of the digits to bedtime
Wished I’d asked for honour of Maine
There were soapstars and honest wheat
And play problems for the car
This vicious oil
For Tehran and the May of epithopean Peel
I was lost in beyondness
My bed was poly and chloride and resist
And I stared at the moon
It burned my hands and feet
The sky was that far up
Of the heat in my blouse
And private apprehensions of the day
We drops of seafoam to you
They drilled into weary
And the noise was collapsing my face
Way down in Churchill
For lethal falls
Noise
And Warren
I was lucky Swiss
And we had water
It flowed the fastest til ten
Because of the mowing
Each country pretended an amount
But yours was oil
They stole my phone and everyone’s house
And they split up in apathy
Til I fell down the stairs
And wrote unto Rome of my cares
Why to the fossil
It was unkept to the wind
The barrens of manna
Were taken to guild
I wept for the driveway laid bare
Everything squeezed
Til the time of the ears
And every car sat and guzzled the next one
Without no redemption
And six quarts per jet
They stayed and we won and I landed
My wingless aircraft
My body
And I set sail
To Stockholm from Portland
Covered in roses
I dated the prose of the jail
In beams of sun and tines
There was a lectern
And amounts for each day
Eyes to heaven
And repeating to grow
The treetops were leaning to Canada
Burning no lestness
And lakes at Vattenfall
Resisted the rod of the day
With papers to fill
And the end of the wheel
And a Roman recourse to unwind
And in Greenland
A shield for Lars
And his rabbit of Denmark that drifted
The sun kept of shone
Bequeath me the level
There is water to the hilltop of the moon
I am lucky as Peter
To have eyes for the dorsal
Thinking of gladhanding with me
What was a switch
To light up the mercy
And speak to the muse of the rail
For the cleaning of prose
For clouds of the proa
I am bent to a sixty force gale
Sight of the moon on an honest week on an island
With ponies who dream of the cast
And shores of Hal’s lantern
To bespoke of the water
They are drilling for Wheat
And not shale
Vladivostok, Taipei
A place of skills and merry Peter
Who looked at the glass
Of the honest remorse
To Singapore
Where I walked without carry
Of Romaness court
For the suing of vlad
I had two kids at the height of noon
The newest of water
Was the merciest of crime
And the robots fell into the harbour
The Sign
Do you know
The prophet Isaiah
And in Sweden we wash
Every aloe to return
To the desert of date palms and bread lily
Four early days
To be off to the blades
Of Hopskul and Skellefteå and Vision
To be travelling with emus
To be covered in bronze
To be glad
To be rid of this gale
Oil was upstanding
In Pitcairn
We got rid of cancer of the deep
And signed off to the Ross
And women of reprieve
To trespass to never prose shale
Trinidad was absolute
So we signed there
And saw how its house
And stopped eating muffins
Of plastic and coal
And breathed to the last of the gale
Earthen mud
Toulouse to the ray
For the Swiss canoe
And accepting The Body of Christ
With no apprehension
To stop up the fortress
The police were absconded to mail
I was you til I saw
What had done unto me
And Xinjiang had prowess of Rose
Where acceptance behappened
To Greenpeace at one
Whose redemption was democracy day
To uncover the absolute
To escape the bad day
To go in peace
To eat Bread
To end shale
For every drop of water-🧡💛💚🩵
As Seagulls Fly Over The Moon
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They were Dutch, and Modern-
Obsessed with Space and Bound
The meal they were after,
Swiss-Italian Reindeer
And only available there
We waited for a year in Europe
Fighting Irish would view
Much, so much more than storied
We scurried West and prayed-
For the ocean we put first
At Wainsbridge we work,
Like Santa’s vision by Nathan
Every new day by the airport
Was a solid wing of success
Then leaves fell,
in August wind
And thinking of our near and departed
The best suburbs for combined time
And fescue and marjoram
By Market we won
And seagulls greeted your time
And the space would be seen
All the wind dishevelled itself
But four more years of Heaven
Then brought up to itself
And giving back,
A seagull
Dawn
At the lair of fortitude
By Toyota’s very near fortitude
I was home and seeking shelter
Across this ionic Country
And in prayer for the Swedes
We were serfs in Maritime Canada
And founded the real
Notwithstanding our brotherhood
We fizzled upon launch
Even under laughter
The Brakesmen would ponder
Why this Scandinavian
And getting it with chutzpah South
There should be a dream
Of recourse and of Wine
—and justice
In all breezes we found a track
And studios of night
And whenbecause our flower -
The leaf and its veil
For duty shone like the wind
And the whole of the wind
By St. Andrews
The dying light of Embraer
Was too small for what wasn’t
And in peace here we drifted
So off to the Norseland
And supposing the other
The whole thing ensconced in itself
We are proud to be like you
And in part, best friends
Canadian, and spirits of November
The hockey first
And cratering South
Was fit for our taking
Jeff
Greenland
Of all the water I knew
Up to lightspeed from Rome
And all the earth filled with rain
To seep below to the falls of a day
To snow and rise over rocks of a Dane
To be pressed into fine-grained words
And rocky heaven under millibars of gold
Where we sought a trail to view
And the bright forest of the Banana’s stars
In its coast a wayward ship
And duels of lime in the fulsome fabric
Of payment in peace to Grenadier
I lost my kin to the deep bright ocean
-For their love was fitted to part
So I dove for cetaceans
And avoided war
And Canada was blessed to be there
—Time
Pete is Efficient (South Bend)
And fending harbor
And well as you may become
To the rose course of Maine
In the air at war
To hope for rain
And because at land
There is safety in Rome
And the palace opens
For pasture
And all the tidings
Of all the idling
Were supposed bonnet
Of Mercy now
A thousand husband
On Tuesday
Where Thanksgiving effaces
All war
In providence for surveillance
Because we weep
For American dream
But seeing the sky
In biggest romance
Was the pay of course
For Sussex Bend
Whose attire spotted one ship
Whose lacrymal was asound
And Pete was here in honest guard
NATO cared
Not for him
His cry was mercy
And never abandoned ship
So graves were none
Upon his watch
And way up to heaven
He went
But early ransom
Across every table
Wasn’t Pete
But Truman
And Earthmanship to behold
For Pete and his love
The truth is his own prayer
For all who seek
The hollow pale
Abandon to Pete
Your wanton regard
His aching promise
Is the shadow of the sea
Is yours
And his
Vote free
Look How Many People Are In The Elevator
So I pressed a button
And was sent to the rear
Where I counteracted the freedom
Of the driver
And suffered for the other-
My riding mate who was tired
And unscented
So we hired another elevator
That would take us back-
To home; The place we came from
But the elevator had enough
And threw us to the basement
Because of China
I update my software
And because I’m Canada
I give people free rides
Jeff
Overwhelmed with the sky
(Keyboard Joy)
By the sunset in the Cape of our Rod
We had 50 million dreams
And an Earth to worry for
It was the sun that found us here
And we exploded for chance
By nightly rules
Kept finding runes
And so off to Labrador
Where the Swedes captured
And made small retorts
For Håkon IV
And their boats were decent
We had time to understand
What all men want-
And some of land
And some of ware
So by that great Ocean
We toweled by noon in their saltcamp
And isn’t it funny
Jeff
viewGerrold
Of all the sonic dew
I was tapping birch for cider
And quartz of redemption
For the honest way next
I was young and needed hens
For the matchstick brew
And the pies that were
Sixteen jars of orange
And a harem down Chicago way
But the nurse was war
And I had plenty
And couldn’t get the turboprop
Linked up with a jet
And flew Westphalian
Made the news
Got away
The shores were empty in Bahia
But I had heard the Gateway sound
Of all four airbags due to Rome
While I waited apoplectic for rain
It was in
The gentry closed
And in my casket was a lemon
To stave off bad ideas
In a shower of sense
The rainbow slick by my door
And wearing a seatbelt, it hurt
But it was my time
And I lived on Lockerbie Drive
So as to save the next plane
From Ativan by the dash
And I knew to be farewell
Was an instance like Oprah Winfrey
We were friends and she knew
The volumes of Marx were bare
But not in the co-pilot’s seat
And by the Fourth of July
Men would rob the innocent
So I flew again
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