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No More Russian Relations

And to a door was humble The path under spots of silver dew A meek friend and to those lights A whistle and that But adjusting these places A Victory of ten In the square root of a dollar The New York I was looking for Running edges of the quarrel In definite shapes concurrent Wisdom from the side load And bribes to remember Days for swimming in this the most- Pregnant and unfolded Intermarried by others Fit to stand At least the law noting a horse Victory news for home Seek the Northern unlit A prayer for Türkiye And best of days to show: Our carefully orchestrated to win Years of plundering wrath unformed And unasseemed and unlit A hand in every move for the unmapped We have shadowed every gain And Luther is no poem Trust me not in deep exaggeration Mystery to home- and whatever suits us best Lest we suffer by limb And belonging to sugar if so All torts and then we were- a mystery lake in fire At a seed remission With prayer as a recreant And Christ the Lord our home For the souls be made A spike and wonder Keeping Crosses near Death to man means the end One could think of fear And bombs upon this plain We have suffered the plan History unexhaust The exploitable foam Rapturing Saranelle Forts and tubes of grey And this is our remark- that we are defiant to the sphere This justice imperfect On loose time and major sin Time will do well And for this to be yours, I forget Darkness at your house And in mine Clues to random carry I unaccept the lectern With history aglow And no-one suited Peter Greatness gone and elsewhere for Leaving lanterns escape Through the hands of Munich Great cover in thy trust And one affair To play it through That Russia is at war To Kyiv the solid free.

And Across This Pangaea

Where oceans come to play Upon this Northern shore In solution to the rain Fifty years from home Did I win for the day And nice hat Years of butter drifts In places wrecked and muddy I see thy frame And pieces of Baddeck To surf the early culture Pieces near across The tundra barely new But roads to destine by In advancement to the Earth For being careful to the land Terse and much angelic We sought to say we were- on the way out Of Water to our day And splashing a taboo All we see is World And salty few Measured for drift To see us at this reckon In perfect heat and sunrise A mix to every station Our favourite star awaits The turmoil at one’s tide And lucky land- and keep- In darkness sees the day For perfect swims in sight And little landings by the South A rising Moon across- For beckoning to see The ocean cause And freedom found to roam Places unestate In common grains of dew And mystery mark Lands of Canaan poke remorse In essence standing much too high But this to view- this perfect tour The landform needs are high One day in sparse, and echoed high We live to see the past As ancients keep Like sounds of happy gif We eat our clothes In medieval war Where Victory gave us news That we were one And solid few For next and ten religions On Holy ground This Earth and swell And manna for our food The edge of souls And throes to keep We whisper and we wait.

Birds of Encouragement

Filling high the brim of heat Thatches wait aquarry In distance seen a day to be well Thoughts of her by Marry The Swift seventeen And handhouse by Fall A tort for vary this year Small planet blue And I will suffer for you The layers of dawn and at wish A sunny you and simplified sword To forgive a pierced sky and forget After clear the dust coming And never a hope to be back For Will and worry and these shows of the occluse A sympathy with Mystress by chord Imperpetua upon Wren and the show of a burden We speak with a clue and mean well The sorrowest be fighting first flight In cannon to years of unget But in high Cedar Wax, And a day to be then The height of a Grey Jay- In accord In this trace acre a therapy would By acrobats and litter and wheel To the friar unwilled and the substance, bought a ship By sympathy huge and unweary By essence though a road And King’s hand to see muster The best upon fording these walls To walk with a Dove and to fool the unfriend We will be faithful and always, As a Suncatcher knows- True and far.

Three-Passenger Ship

And to our Atlas, as hers To the best of dawn, and the sea Floes of fish to coral Evidence be on the climb And substance heard, in prayer By particular way, honesty then Parchments of bread and maple Perhaps out of season- And Victory knew The edifice of days- back in tow And in her revenge, a catapult by the Maine Prodigy asleep But staying in Fortune This be the chill In beautiful air, to the distance with planes As they go Westward To a place of springing sea With other washmelt To the time, bless this ground And in the sympathy gait There was no noise to abate And vlad was sick Leeward May And had a plan in hand To announce a sub to a statue Nuclear ocean, the clear death of Holland Fearing the nights of other Crosses And on simple days, a church by a curb Setting lights upon servience Carroe few but this mist- And Audubon carry Perfumes of muster and the sick This is vlad’s place, they heard Digital and Troy Captive to all-hold In verdance by the Maine Happening know In the isles- and the end of the World Places by dawn And dealing there- to be gone.

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.