Both Hawaiian Sonnets and Other Poems: Volumes 2 and 1

Both Hawaiian Sonnets 1 and 2, with the second first:
Hawaiian Sonnets and Other Poems 2
By
Billy McBride
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Copyright 2019, by William McBride
All rights reserved.
William “Billy” McBride

165 Palisades Drive, Apartment 911
Universal City, Texas 78148
Phone number: 1-808-938-9821
A note: S.A.T.E.M. in the third part of this book stands for

Shakespeare And The Environment Movement. And,
M.O.A.T. stands for the Monumental Outrageousness
Around Texas. I thank my Angels for helping me write:
Amy, Arielle, Bertha, Diana, Donna, Elaine, Tob Shbeeb,
Tov Tov Shalom, Jennifer, Kelly, Ora, Marilyn, Marion,
Ora Ora Tiferetot, Thrikbot, Teresa, Penelope, Perakh,
Valerie, Kabbalah, Kathleen, Shay, Shnoonah, Honey,
Libby, Lizbeph, Marbah, Yeetsod Kavod, Grouchy, Yafah,
Robbie Pop, Rosalinda and Richard.
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Sonnet 1
Trees need be of an icy bud calling
Dusk to ink and undergrounds to worsten.
Birds do more to chill, they the universe burn
Off land, child, in their memory when falling.
Storm if you please, thus a late throat, you
Mountain the body white, a note entire,
Odor roughing up, they for rocks desire
One cloud for Benji, phony up to the blue.
At home or sea leaps your light across
To thunder paradise so airy, I’m talking about
That red ball spinning into sight, they shout,
Endlessly they polo it for win not loss.
And a farther to chalk up the green for loot,
An award for the ugliness, the brown cut boot.
- Angel Ora Ora Tiferetot with me
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Sonnet 2
Instruct in daffodils, sunny nut choose
The school locks up in the friendly late.
The only damnation’s for the books this date,
Candle red, of space no use, no use.
White wolves boredom a fine farewell,
Of space Halakhim, my children clear now
In rainbow periods, a plate blue, thou
From fishing freed, I’ve water, daffodil.
Be thrice dewy as you by God are grey
A clearing before, yes, my whip worlds come
White-snaked, a doll-world, and then pale rum
To the nose-up palace, to the tales, my child.
Up eating my raspberries, a gleam, for funny
Raspberries for nothing into chards with honey.
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Sonnet 3
Man-flowers, dust must to everything stoop
Past poet-rivers, a Monday sun rifles;
Nothing but its star-barrier goes for cycles;
Free berries, hell’s up to a water-loop
Now in a hole, that pass is good thereof,
In my tea ringed cup o’ smoke I do bestow
This not-stolen here, at the top, O now
Do a fairy favor - when the matchmen love.
So stall and sand worldwide, the us-bus went
Artistic leaves artfully become some visions,
Say that the root, brown cut in misprisions
Could rock a face, proofread intelligent,
Banality lights celebrate with speeding
Beholding the mid where we reign without reading.
- Angel Grouchy with me
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Sonnet 4
Peaceful ones battle thee in flow-doing
Mountain beings beaching golden with that
Make for perch with three years to work at
Moaning under their eyes, gum chewing
A dally into mold, a healing superb,
Daffodils for a “please” flood by the war
Of a divanare stink, may its kingdom pull for
Walls from their heights, China cash for the herb,
For rising kalemunetai, gold only - my break
By a country musk this Spring can have it serene
Everything at Queens, know a few unseen,
The trucker be Genius, with an ole lass wake.
Yonder for cedar congregations of a feet
Calling for bread copsed the butcher for meat.
- Angel Arielle with me
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Sonnet 5
Sheeba’s off my feet, my forgotten two
Box a crooked T.V. spider the same,
For a lay I pound, my revenge a’ it came,
Truth is a vine cloud-drunk of its blue.
In Genius topping thee, bone-tales hither
Are bright bills only, and sore-free there
At rant with the owl, ne’er spiteful for care,
May my swaggering be better, beam her thither.
The destruct beggar, Ha! My banana there was
Time, mine by sparkles, aurora wheel me
Work my power to a peace on the barrier sea,
My sticky talk given into thisness and buzz.
Pretty the matter, idly-widely thus be
And gargoyle into being a non-revenge fee.
- Angel Ora with me
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Sonnet 6
Catch the light, Earth, waving might lurk
With island banality wrought, the weep must last
Where a natural heart a candle was overcast
And a matter’s own G’bye - aurora by work;
Brave it snugly Whig, the wacko-high room
Banishes eternal, any woods are near.
Mother the wine, its free bus, clear
Balling ahead, colors yesterday bloom
Missions in how ee minded do for all
Ancient ode ever, I the pen that hued
For the grey award in a right dream mood
Thither be forgotten, ain’t thou mine to stall.
Sidewinder she chose to harp up and away
During horseplay, tis a gleam with a funny way.
- Angel Elaine with me
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Sonnet 7
Goblins blow up for the dusk and isle,
For memory dress of apprehension destruct.
Lying is a bore, a fool’s moonstruck
So airy talking to time’s imp’s smile.
On marginal sides, all together won sooner,
Time’s a food poisoned not, not by tips,
My Jewish bridge goes farthest for tulips,
And the mountain is gone to hills on the spooner.
Sought us they lost their best Fathers, the makers,
Stimuli arrangers made a play for the sky,
For the nut befell thus for a late throat, why?
Ain’t a happy back for good lekh breakers.
I know out their tales when beholding fools,
One dealer’s pink, and ladies think of drools.
- Angel Shnoonah with me
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Sonnet 8
Pop-so death, you better, the mirror yet
Jazz about the goblins heavenly diverted,
A little too heavenly, knight’s best converted,
Prison robbers again, broken, at a bus get.
Be rosy, flower, ahh, the paradigm’s cost
To mirror the healing and forgotten good
Into bathing with the end the Benjamin feud,
A couple at this rest for the West I lost.
Spooner won his glen for the weather,
A wife’s own M.O.A.I., answers our tests,
Back butt pass, pass a’ kiss-us, rests,
Song justice dancing without silence nether.
Monday I’m jerky, deflowered or how?
Individual Chrysanthemums swallow from now.
- Angel Tov Tov Shalom with me
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Sonnet 9
I think poets art knotty minded.
A daffodil ope lashes at power too,
Brown Beauty and a brave fowl, you,
A horny fruit and play money-blinded
Some frolicsome to age charity moonshine,
Brother and sister for good, dear now
T.V. answer these, knock-off salutations, how?
Rivers burn out nary methinketh of wine,
I for one sport think wine is the gal
Bathing those selves into heaven by names.
Wind the cockles, a’ ducking bothersome aims
To bother me dancing off. Stupid months shall
Die branching too, the terrible sigh blames
A Brooklyn for the bodies, roar-ability flames.
- Angel Honey with me
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Sonnet 10
Loitering is to fury, how? The Basil has gulped,
Apples had a bad, Butcher t' Butcher the bar
Bore a fine farewell to that babe, Hagar,
Eternal tents and stupid flames helped
My Tropic of Cancer my luck all old
Worms quested weep at a deathly wink.
Hills are American and jolt I think
Formal with Kabbalah, with the withering mold.
A prayer within me, cherries, rye test fine,
Briefly I am by win to know I may
My disobeyed self shall please myself today
By money from a poet crimson jacket of mine
Holds to the mist, and in the end, sheer M.O.A.T.,
Laughing Bunny Boo Boo’s not lost, his throat.
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Sonnet 11
Threaded kings pass on the pumpkins out,
Ban a camel if it’s time for a Master that be
Who nipples an answer, weirdo, healthy to me
With owed cries, the old soon doubt.
Flying old, Baby Damon’s sick of silk,
His little hand of day’s wheel, bones have never
A month’s brain stolen with this forever
All standing for song, hope’s a free for milk.
Swallow Achilles a friendly late’, mmm good,
True lanky is his snake-doll fill
Rivers of dealers have with his Godless bill
Later than later with Patroclus, dood.
End my voyaging may the overcast drum
Fairy brushing and a fiddler’s toy’s thumb.
- Angel Yafah with me
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Sonnet 12
Yield a little, little boys and the woman
Are twice as mediocre from a candified day;
Taken through the raintops, O weep and stay,
Beginning love to where the grassy horses ran
Spotted by the light with honor building still
Born shaking, and pink a cloudy fizz
Around the rivers ringed so that the ring dismiss
How the rest of the folio perfects the hill.
A space, a space, an eternity of sighing
A final wind and paradise for Hal;
The Egypt-elf doth put out the Judge-of-it-all,
The elf pulled up to the rhino-kingdom crying
To sport for a body which always wings bare,
A booker topping it collects for its rum there.
- Angel Teresa with me
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Sonnet 13
Bogey arrows drawn back to yesterday
Pound for best an awesome line.
Eyes on Emerson’s, thither heart mine,
Recollections head a snake a Tennessee way.
Soupy spinning sailors pinned us out,
For time tis Agamemnon-King to use;
Sues for money, the priest the money sues
The soul-vine’s glory for his wheels no doubt.
Shepherd’s meeting, Master Chardonnay’s names,
Television still, its on, the hall bogey,
Cleopatra happens, these jealous dead see
That frothy buttered rainbow’s in flames.
Wales tales cure till you know its alright
Etz Bridget on a Chardonnay tonight.
- Angel Bertha with me
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Sonnet 14
Chill Matt, have tea for the backbone tusk;
Brooklyn Bridge, an ancient “I AM CAR,”
Why's man crazed to rush it so far?
Let morning reveal Emerson at dusk.
The end - A spinning dealer’s anni,
God’s weeds die in a childlike form,
The Winter is dying, dying to be warm,
Its revenge list, a topping revenge nanny
Weather breakers and icy children fuss,
Who atah hearted those Angel bell buds,
Such won the sparkles and natural periods
Since water Goblins hell out anonymous.
Perfect thisness is the flower to a king
And those dope books, and the dog and that thing.
- Angel Thrikbot with me
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Sonnet 15
Dry entrenchments of the rock flood us soon,
Buries the rising of an icy M.O.A.I.,
The Mother’s moor, there golden larks fly,
The hated acrostic - all vine for the moon.
Boundless for the eyes, the lady-barrier
Calling for the admiral, my lady’s own cup,
A smug school and a healthy thisness up
When thunder flames the school’s green farrier.
Long fools with their seawater blessings, ahh,
List to the heart’s Genius for rivers;
Air collects us, your Angel-mask shivers
That our frolicsome names are the spite of China.
The lonesome jealous pale apprehension
Is ancient magnetic West, Ha, to mention.
- Angel Donna with me
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Sonnet 16
Perfect was a candle for the glen-prayer
The Knight’s madnesses, a worldwide night,
A stubborn grey poet’s waving light,
A bit Winter for his stage-“A”-glare.
Good’s a music but a weed opens wrong,
Dear is the power of an eating, lampage
Of this comic ache and the world’s carriage
To comb far for a rising swan’s song.
Slinging the play and crossing solutions
Weather, the parents and the duck sounds
Free questions, damnation’s plate’s grounds
Davarim room, the morning-duck to cushions.
Can dealers separating things from books
Be everything of teachings to a clean vine’s looks?
- Angel Diana with me
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Sonnet 17
This golden curtained sunny for thy Roman,
His red country thither farther still,
His starry prevalence above a white hill,
Its field for children, part a grassy omen.
During coughing, something else to drum
A pair of daffodils and for fury, alack,
Lost he yesterday, his rum shadows black
Sports Timbuktu, world!, the pathway from,
Free with snakes, somebody march!
A sweet looker being ice-groved in.
A fishy-windy love-knowledge to win,
Arose Agamemnon peacefully, furies arch
A bloom over March, give to their pain a lion
For the falcon who enables old Epithalimion.
- Angel Kathleen with me
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Sonnet 18
Hell eyes old Bunny Boo Boo,
A phony ancient whip up of food,
Fire saddens not his good for good,
Falcon moonshine thus lulled him blue.
Silver ghostly raintops march by
Banal voiced since our final glory’s pride
Silences those scholars by a smug tide
Who'll miss our dumb blood way up high.
A valley y-clept, courants, hemlock
Stall the spirit horny by its order
Easing readings where once a tree-border
Bared hemlock to the Benji-nounced rock.
It is no fair! The leaves of shells
Bathe best shalom begins the bells.
- Angel Ora with me
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Sonnet 19
A knowledge prostrate marginal best
Eros thereabouts Agamemnon’s pleasance,
Three-years happiness, hoarse breakers dance
Branching the isle stain-answered with test.
Into woods they flow out during the lurk,
Sunny breaks the snowy moor lies
A fall-time care for those cow-ties,
A stony fall, a heart’s halo work.
A West to lamp by eternal favor,
Lakes by everything, another badder view,
Individual inn and a falcon ado,
Rosy Dante, hell-beaver, the saver,
Fun Jonny-Power-Tick peacock your rays,
Pawn rubies now an old star pays.
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Sonnet 20
Roped tonight relinquished by a hoof,
Earth, please! The Judge-of-all blisters
Platonists under warm seawater twisters;
Evaporates a fine day - money’s storm-proof.
The pennies dried up the anonymous field
Of heavenly money that knocks for whom?
Sing head forever, thou’rt right about room,
Swan-song farewell to thy free feeding, yield
Heart, reveal that the doors matter some,
Eating up the valley, thou, fairy-justice-fall,
The fire booker’s final for you Platonists all,
Starry courants and your own best rum.
The need to pipe the chests up to the ridge
Is healthy tall for time will thither bridge.
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Sonnet 21
The monumental weed heavenly thins,
Widely falling into the meaningful warm
Newport methinketh, the chill grows storm,
Weeps to answer what the chill-better wins.
Alive beginnings name a Bunny Boo Boo;
Main “A” the sandpit only shall tell
Of the end machine, its paradise-hell
Worth the pleasance to Kingfish the blue.
Fifth-month rabbit is a pretty bloke,
This poet’s bait’s sunken by a countryside,
Gulps everything for love, his shirts have tried
The China wine - money wherever there’s smoke.
Sister’s shoulder gives her hark for praying,
But water pumpkins, whatfor is she saying?
- Angel Marion with me
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Sonnet 22
Starry pour kawwanah with Hawaii,
Pot music to be, its chanted space
Hoarse, boom!, singers charge the place,
Perch harp, nothing way up for a high ye.
Fighting news with sunny fritters and yells,
The idle gleam does seem plain forthward,
Reads it thy mood, world-feet may Norward
For a withering list of horny shells.
World hands you its lonely impossisum
With a cowbell weep for the seawater, space
In the World-Inn, the woods with livers’ grace,
Questions circle, bananas building, yum.
The horses strike, and they hurt Peter,
But cast the buttered day even sweeter.
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Sonnet 23
It rains for Richard. Sing “kawwanah
Oh Richard Rorty, fishy Halakhim!”
How sad these, whoa, rivers seem
To cobweb white your age’s date, ahh.
The dear, dear rainbow apprehension
Hooking banal to the beautiful rocks
Uses barriers for face-to-space talks
In windy toiletry, our wise pains mention -
Tired of knowledge, romantically ill,
Romantically bit, awe for the roses
And a clear fruit, heaven’s bone hoses
Milking selves as a couple dance still.
Fees of their flesh mirror a West
Of the knight-bloke tonight weigh best.
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Sonnet 24
Circle-multiplying is a glory for ships,
The ugly sky “I AM” milking;
The angel-air of Angel “H” be soaking
Side regions, Brooklyn’s free hips.
Pretty charged are those crooked daffodils
When the flood-beggar comes up to the gulfs.
Etz a forced fight of gargoyles and wolves
Pleasurefully owed so clear with drills
The basil heart, your vegging outward fling,
Green as the Father I still love
As my polo friends’ revenge-problem up above
With the icy womb before the Godlike Spring.
A pumpkin eyes no pathway there to see
If Claudius’ worlds build Tennessee.
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Sonnet 25
Whyfor the cliff? It’s time to be smart
To stage all shapes around an ice M.O.A.T..
The country comb the harp lady’s coat,
Master the “H” Mother, Hagar might start
For freedom, Hagar, happenstance child.
Glen locks for reasons for the moonshine,
Glen doors its sleepy nonsense fine.
The late traveller’s flight from fighting the wild
Poorly without it, the serene sex,
Together’s badder for the sports of meets,
Light Chrysanthemums and the kingdom’s beets,
Skies above the Universe these light years vex.
Carriage for a true farthing - resting from sleep
The bloke of Achilles the daffodils keep.
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Sonnet 26
You worshipped those years of dying mists
Whose messages lost such holy freedom.
Farewell to work, things lurk we come
To perfect mist mystical knock-fists.
Sore stimuli interpret what is peace -
A Norward matter Agamemnon’s Thunderbird
Doth spring on stage and lulls worldwide word,
Spring’s pennies, brave a cat with these.
Dismiss Ariel, her comic beauty,
Jolly education, and her teachings drop,
Undergrounds add power with truth we stop,
An honor dried weighs individual duty.
Borders an ish for childlike award -
The babe’s pipe doth miss the roar of the Lord.
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Sonnet 27
Monday Derrida, Fleance on break
Y-clept skyward to sing “Derrida,
‘I AM’ Hosanna, sleepy imp-read-Ahh,
And in the dusk rain natural circle take."
Drunk for Spring you throw out a wave,
No more of the voyage, sup and dream:
No room’s funny cherry-pie orienting
A gold dusk not in use at the church grave.
Reality brightens up to the smug end
To name a Bunny Boo Boo tonight we roll
A beaching Waterloop to claim our ole
Cloven palace flowers, trenched, you bend,
Steep jonquils, atah at the walls with us
Sell mountains, and we ain’t anonymous.
- Angel Amy with me
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Sonnet 28
Ban the light, everything Miltonis,
His world-poethood is fighting sight,
The mist acts upon the wacko-write
To be difficult blue, a bad-read bonus.
Simply joy’s upon my romantic bike, whee!
Happy the hearth for now thereabouts.
Forever thereabouts? Grey obscurity doubts
A school of stars can stall the beauty for free.
A pink pound of roses relinquished
Cures thy peers as she, Ariel pairs
Wonder to kawwanah, her Gothic fee bears
Where to lurk dear, tired-colored and squished.
Old vocabularies arm the matchmen
Voyaging periods for rum to fool again.
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Sonnet 29
A golden machine sounds alive,
Thick for Richard Rorty is his sad gum,
Glassy cherries, cherries and berries some
Beavers pound out at the wrong Inn; five -
Thither forty on an island, oooh la la,
The hills are Chinese and a few line up
Falling for death, pray, pray at sup,
Paradigm of a storm - sleepy pray Ahh
Men, a few line up for guilty bread,
A Mother forgotten as a poet’s pleasance,
And Cohen is forgotten - slaves with reasons prance
With Pierre in Egypt where “I AM” once read.
Ha-shalom war, one free for something prays
And a parent, myself wanders many essays.
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Sonnet 30
Jazzy davarim are building for the poet
O to breathe, and O the brook-babies
Miss a Father made for man, they breeze
Home West, that's a Polo Pop to owe it,
An ark for those long water peaks,
The sky books character to mention,
The sea's sides ties have lost their tension
Rich atopped reveal a plate of leaks.
The rivers rising dried up for man and while
His wits clear to lull every child,
The mind must compound, for his smug heart's riled
By the traitors of Goblins who dismiss his smile.
Raspberries tell me: "Bewitch thy name
Nary, fly copilot. Eat horny ice? For shame!"
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Sonnet 31
A prevalent dark and a prevalent moon
Model for a Monday, the space for lekh -
The ‘lectric earth, thy brother must collect,
Madness with the dirt, fishy ruins are soon
Lost in the song of a doctored space,
The Basil French Bread, Agamemnon wild
Beautiful as nonsense chanted at ye mild,
Starting out the poem’s bright-buried place.
To know many many books - be a bee.
Thy kingdom is balling at the school’s “A” wall
Of Woods Fall or the Spring, King, all
Life in the West where from hell the fools flee.
For corny vacations are yonder more dear,
Rode the Ranger to a couple late here.
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Sonnet 32
An answer at the end of a tired walk;
In illness, work, the jester walks by,
His nonsense wrought by the smoke way high,
Mountain-flames write up to Yahweh’s chalk
Brain bus battle the moon,
A Knight’s view, Reprobancer-sight
For Yisroel, Lord, worstens Genius to light
The Black Flag for America’s sport world soon.
The incidental rest flings everything down,
Leaves the port, leaves Hagar, herself at last,
Dante separates, fighting the cast
An ‘lectric melody finding matchmen clown
For heaven’s freedom, and cherries for trust
There spaces stage their own dusk dust.
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Sonnet 33
Bunny Boo Boo’s heart is a bright heart
As true as the pain for a distant rum.
Sky come a sunny dirge up for some,
A rainbow for life claps a field to start.
Fruits and daisies pop up in tyme
Jazzy thick for a landscape’s juice,
Eyes to wine leave the ages to use
A daffodil league, rising souls sublime.
Meeting happiness, ye speeding birds,
Ye ain’t ahead yet of Matt’s own flight
Where Time billows moor happiness right
To divine obscurity, the mind-dood’s words
Honor play “A”’s starry-art twister,
And sway with phonographs, old to the sister.
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Sonnet 34
Good Morning, Rhino! Tis a best vegging out
Wandering Timbuktu for some golden pear.
Drift-boy Halakhim, thy Robin Hood’s there
Spinning arrows through space. Zooks, they shout!
The mission is dead when you wait to play -
Hell’s pumpkins and a French Bread moon.
Wine babe, a sunny paradise so soon
The weather’s a waste. Yea! Eternal rain-day!
Achilles’ own righteousness, March outside,
A Father’s displeasing the demanding child
Sleepy at church, our forgotten God’s mild
To falter, hark, anonymous, his prayer had tried
A reason to smile for his bad-wood seed,
A vacation’s own to buzz-fun and proofread.
- Angel Ora with me
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“Abraham’s Wandering 2”
Section 1
I love my daffodils
To house the poem,
A candle for everything,
Vine after vine.
I interpret the Angel
Not of ghosts thereabouts, but in a sweet cloud
That’s claiming the rain
No more, Boo!
The way from the hills
In a rich tyme, its cash will flow,
The raining is pretty.
The fishy truth
In those months when we rant
Or laugh at its rivers
To some farthest answer,
Farther to heaven
The chessed plot of ships and robbers,
Of Bunny Boo Boo’s children too
As Peter, Father, all pass aside the banality -
The readings of the fools,
And their way to cure me
With tea or Chardonnay.
Those questions licked me, pretty trucker
Ahead
Of my readings, blast the tales off
Please, vocabularies ain’t in a perfect chill.
And, I’m jealous a bit, ever to the sea the same.
This ark-gleam-beam
For a wife, please.
Gargoyle drain this pretty rain
To the perfect rock-bottom, we miss the juice
And shriek for freedom,
For white snapdragons, their fibered compound,
For a moon over the hills, her own character,
For a sycamore’s beginnings, and grass for the falcon,
For the Battleship period, crushing something later.
So Jonny Power Tick’s ethical again,
Fonder for life
With his childlike dancing
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From finding his own Chrysanthemums
Which some devil-jester,
When he minded the sirens,
Made finale of his illness to me.
- Angel Amy with me
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Section 2
Y'all descend to here as if to dismiss
What would have been your own romantic reward.
The thins of the wind
Stall, when underground, seven seas of space,
Stall for Hawaii, those voyaging throws,
Those free on their mission when they chill the day
Are ducking the leaves
Of the Fall-time months, a rabbit vacations on way.
You celebrate the lady’s, it is Gloria’s night -
But thus, with this: my hand’s book,
Which being Achilles’ book,
It aids the Fall
Like imperfect weeds
On the barrier of the year.
- Angel Amy with me
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Section 3
A song somehow,
You hear its birth,
The last Father to find your face,
Hard as Waterloop,
Sister and brother and child.
Time’s one gulp
Is gummy, and I drum
Mid a feast to lock this one complaint -
That parting their kingdom on Monday, stranger
Some fish under the sea are quick to the jewels.
Goblins race on
Happier in Hell.
And nothing yet heavenly’s out
But out-clouds this very cypress tree
Delightfully with red,
Dead-ending the road,
Funny-spinning through the seven crimson seas.
And this cypress is the life, and its gift must matter,
And San Antonio is now the poem.
Thine has a Genius nary too dear,
The heart of the face, old man of the light
In water reign, between things sticky
With the vale duck
Dealer of the mountains, blinking without any wealth.
Section 4
Golden brassy spirit of fire,

Clear up the colors which mirror the sun;
Twenty-one poets
Feign your gleam which, hark, is on the ground.
Candles dismiss what nobody’s eyes
In rejection bewitch,
Dying for rejection, from yesterday’s win
A nonsense branching is
Perfect for the snakes.
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Methinketh of the snakes,
Of my reasons to root
For cypress fritters,
And the flow of the moon, kawwanah forgotten,
The year’s middle months for peanuts,
For the dealer’s farthings, to labor his revenge,
An ethical revenge, war-free,
To weep for all, to weep for Agamemnon,
A mechanical mood, the best of Mother,
Of a rabbit underground
Speeding to the school, calling for readings
Going back to stall.
A face touched so,
Romantic in the storm,
Beholding raining, raining on the bower,
Paradise borders a selfish kingdom
Of hard folktales, yes.
The morning banality, Father’s flower
Into society’s beauty has gone.
Then I, I too miss dancing, sore in the wind,
A jaybird, oooh la la.
Section 5
Build a Monday,
I’d do anything for luck, I’d give it all to Robin Hood,
The best life, beholding that dood.
No more of Monday.
Another slacking lass is so tired of the lurk.
- Angel Marbah with me
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Section 6
A pair of feet in God’s space

Come out anonymous
For the Lord to use
On the road I love. Hear the march
Of feet falling,
So dear for a pizza,
For eternal tea, the poet’s answer? Yes.
While there is a beauty
Stolen by the troops,
I walk on to the machine,
Through these years, brother, boundless for anonymous.
Storm after storm
Bewitch the weeds, a fury for the leaves.
I miss what was all peaceful, this cup is killing me.
Say one for the trucker,
One Knight for Benjamin, the Genius of delight,
Those times we compounded it
With victory for the birds, better thus for Benji
To fear King John
Whose dagger of the truth is like a moor wind.
Diamond in the mist.
Revenge “A”
Stall the lightning again, methinketh of gold,
Bright Mother, the hills ain’t anywhere else,
A cow thereabouts, and secret horses,
Shorewater dusk, the favor of the matter
For “I AM” too clear
The meaning of it later
By that I stash behind the doors.
Section 7
To the willows endlessly

At the West of the rock,
There I’ll reveal my luck
In a lovesick song.
No, not yet, no.
I dream of the night,
A lady’s care being now, and now
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I rush to readings shiningly alive
Which reveal by lightning
A weather later on.
This top book is honored by Bunny Boo Boo,
American beggar, for his hungry self
That man would be wise somehow, and awesome, Ha-
halakhim.
Some are the weeds for Jonny Power Tick, with robbers in
sight
Of your fun ado. You worsten your Pop
Worshipped in the chill
With illness for his splendor to be, and so
Nary separated from your own splendor, a priest without a
job.
For yesterday's thy kingdom,
But build everything now
And, more, for Richard Rorty, make-believe.
- Angel Kabbalah with me
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Section 8
Children dancing during pool-time
Waving the sweep of the water, their wealth,
Fight for the cash,
For poet-money -
Tis yet being selfish to write
To criticize my own wandering,
My tide-mold of banality white,
Icy enough, and an icy topping
Hills whereat Jonny Power Tick is.
Tis dumb methinks
Ducking to the sand, sunken down for the damn,
Poor to the Earth,
Which ain’t a pit after all.
A dealer’s hell
Has of a turbid illness
Black stage for
A golden sign thus
Holy, interpret -
In a marginal fire, San Antonio lights,
We'll yield for justice,
For lights and for rosemary.
They, and the flowers we won,
Are shipped as to Chrysanthemums.
Speeding to the horses, the badder Thunderbird,
The hero is Anonymous, our champion “A”
Fronting Genius
For a talking kingdom room, Malkhut,
The stink to falter when the questions break up
To doom a diamond,
To wind up on your own farewell, farewell to the little owl,
Baby elf,
Thy prate forgotten as a box of love,
Which would, when built, we should celebrate more
As we more might to read, Hosanna!
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Section 9
My man-hearth
Made for the raining,
I think it’s closed.
A television lulls television truth.
The best meaning so far,
The rainbow is a jester.
But there’s a hopeful M.O.A.T., a grey M.O.A.T.,
A dump of M.O.A.T.,
Because it’s M.O.A.T.’s Birthay,
So bugle for M.O.A.T., the air fires through
The world for anything to attack everything idle.
The dump of courants, coppice courants
Shall flood again from our Robin Hood.
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Section 10
Withering smart, the farthest down self,
Defeated by the diamond
And the grassy One,
That damn bush colored by the willows,
Windy-minded,
These are smug monuments for paradise’s livers.
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Section 11
Ere white becometh grey
Forever night and day ever clear,
By the falling of a day, to break it with a rod,
To steal its bud,
This ancient gold
For a final love yet, some wacko wisdom now,
The fighting for is everything, by education, eheu!
Of those readings which award,
How like Achilles you stall,
Ever smoke-balling without a space for the wheel.
Wanting banality never,
Still in the school which was once lost,
Briefly it’s forgotten by me.
I’m poorly ahead of it now, staring over the books,
Teachings of questions,
Periods of lines,
In the memory, pink,
One good lady,
A pretty dream at the end of a prayer,
A prayer for those with wealth in spinning clouds,
Being happy is enough,
Beauty gives them all.
Leave it to us to open up, on top often voyaging from there.
What song will Robin Hood have for us? The shadows of
the matter
Machine a bend
In Winter they lurk with worldwide finale,
But these tales have their fee, are willing to feud
To clear thy spirit of its light in revenge
For a heart at war to this barrier which will bare it all,
This good morning ado
With nothing to comb,
Where kingdoms of clouds will interpret a yard,
Raining for the woods, from this favor we weep,
Forever fools, final as the kings
Widely building everything
As dear as music.
Genius is to be with the people who answer me forever.
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Section 12
O Boy, I majestically soar
Monday through the hall
Through marginal toiletry of space.
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Section 13
I’m in a tired rain kawwanah,
In the modern of a Fall-time.
A little golden one,
Sing, sing and sing,
One healthy nightingale crushing it up.
Sleepy lawyers
Smile at the rivers.
I like the bad lark.
The rain billows bloom,
Prostrate low the staff,
It to the home-care fling.
The Mother’s wild contradiction.
There’s nothing at all but a Father’s
Memory which must reveal her nonsense.
Consequences of mountains,
Their sleepy weeds, Ha!
Everything forever in a line -
Money-free clovers,
The seawater’s selfish flow,
The cockle, the diamond, the moonshine,
They're all in the perfect Goblin notes.
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Section 14
The clouds’ tired candle
In the dominant sky
Is hooking with colors of white,
And it works the grass as a slave,
Where cows better the camel
On the silent moor.
Air-Father-Bloom,
Wander the forgotten
Icy ocean distances.
Phony is the grass.
Arise silent Boreas
Weatherly memory clipper,
Bugle the forgotten cows back.
The smoky war storm,
Dante’s war on many,
Dante says it eternally,
Thereabouts wacko,
A fury at a death far away,
The golden Kingfisher, golden everywhere,
The little dried up,
The little music again.
The secret of the rock,
A jazzy hall of salutations
Whose language dried up.
On the all-relinquished hills
There’s a fruit for the babies,
You know to cash your freedom
When desire blasts off
The rainbow of M.O.A.T.,
Your apprehension of M.O.A.T.
Better take you with it up and over the rivers.
- Angel Marion with me
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Section 15
Weep small leaves,
Topping the sky;
Look for a rum drop,
Gulp and G’bye.
The storm of Father’s smile
Devastated his smug queen
When toy-like periods drop,
It seems an illness
To attack any lie.
Weep worldwide endlessly,
We’re religiously lost
To a mean education
Star of the war-child.
Twenty is the fee
At the middle of everything.
The mind storms its grass,
A Spring for the books,
Books interpret the war.
Be a critical dood
Of poets three,
The building is imagined,
You know and then you go
Throwing Benji around
With his Monday jacket on
Doctored by Pierre,
Night’s glory for the Father.
G’bye American Agamemnon,
Burn the vine
Of the concert complexity.
When certain, drop my name.
Methinketh I will speak out ahead of myself
But my complaint is closed for work,

Glory twenty-one,
It was forgotten by the admiral,
His shore education
In the Inn where the books did lurk.
Tis madness to miss the madness!,
To lurk for surprise
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In the black shine
Flag of the dealer.
These critics of that jester
Feud with that ghost,
But won a song
By rounding their vocabularies out.
Dancing now worldwide
With less banality, is a man at night,
The barrier is forgotten of his rest.
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Section 16
Consider the ancient building
A grassy tall M.O.A.T..
Relinquishing American pears,
Bending down, sleep a few,
There’s a dream for that lady of school,
Of romantic dancing -
Humanity seems itself in bloom.
Now patience has lost its chalk,
And dams the coming win until now,
A poor loud flood
Storms the ship,
Floods those despairers off of it
To this present dry
Whence comes the rainbow to Claudius.
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Section 17
Lost in the music
The brave line up,
Sing thereabouts for luck,
Better bugle when willing
To say how much you love
Being separated from work,
Which raintops separated.
Belt a bugle for the rain,
The ice beater better.
Eye-beater
Of the tired drained rain.
Reality’s a M.O.A.T. beater
In a weep for Texas.
The storm bird does reign,
Texas fire ado,
Drained but awesome,
Time’s forgotten doll.
A storm of a sunny bathing,
Ahh, the storm of desire.
Nothing smoky, smoky,
The sight-beater raining
The golden moor
In Hawaiian Tikvah,
Narcissus balling for wealth,
Leave your name,
Weeping at the rainbow’s ending,
Honor the free line
As a Mother’s birth-deed
To name a fairy
Sleep lost in its bloom,
Falsehood lost in sleep,
Hark, to Richard Rorty’s Tikvah,
My salutations dear,
In Emerson-time,
A couple of blood-free
Rocks on an island, nothing more.
M.O.A.T. books a Monday.
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Section 18
Better to lamp a few
For the scholar in the black,
Bunny Boo Boo in black.
Honor his dirge,
Smug brother,
Have reasons to have some wine,
Then master the fall into sleep.
This is some pluck of fruit,
Many from the blue Spring.
Bunny Boo Boo is in a dominant wild.
With worldwide swish,
March a beam into our world,
Compass yield us day,
The world’s sunken prance
Beaver beater
Norward giddy into paradise.
Tis Genius to exit with the night.
Tis an exquisite pass
For lives needing to be dear
From the Sandman’s matter,
Pluck us out, out and into Cheyenne.
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Section 19
Perakh roots for Dante,

We celebrate mild Perakh.
She’s a babe, Tob Shbeeb,
Kabbalah weeps too,
Kabbalah, Kabbalah is superb,
Kabbalah has a jester,
The winged body of Tob Shbeeb.
The sight of Shnoonah’s cheek.
Yafah pleases us.
And with flying Marion,
Valerie has it worldwide,
For Valerie is on time,
And we minded Valerie.
The ancient hymn of Valerie,
Invisibilly knows the end.
Thereabouts, the heart of the matter,
Valerie’s beautiful gift,
Valerie’s mild
Soul-pop,
The spirit of Valerie dancing.
The thisness of Lizbeph,
Of hers and Tov Tov Shalom’s given to Thrikbot.
We answer, we answer Yafah.
The splendor of Kathleen’s rays,
Teresa is balling too,
Falling for B’nayvoovah,
The American underneath their heaven.
Robbie Pop’s in his cloud of wealth.
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Grouchy, dreamy Grouchy

In the cloud of the now,
In Angel Lizbeph’s heart,
Is as fair as Lizbeph’s hymn.
Robbie Pop is in my dream
At one with everything dancing,
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Robbie Pop in his reign.
And Tob Shbeeb, Ha!,
We answer Valerie,
Valerie roots for hope,
Tis eternal for Libby too,
Tune it to Thrikbot’s tune,
Alph, babe, Perakh,
The car I know
Is on the borders of M.O.A.T. with Ora,
As is ancient Richard Rorty,
With our Ora Ora Tiferetot near pleasant M.O.A.T.
Our finale is staged by Valerie
And Kabbalah who has a peaceful heart,
As Kabbalah reveals she weeps.
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Section 21
Marilyn has her night flight
With romantic Thrikbot,
Thrikbot and us others are as Jewish as Yafah.
Thrikbot has more for us.
And Richard Rorty has a gift for us too.
Richard Rorty reads forever,
Tis Richard Rorty’s award.
This is a natural matter for Jesus Christ Superstar too.
Both Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ Superstar change their
meeting around.
Jesus Christ Superstar has a feast.
Jesus Christ Superstar painted
Jesus Christ Superstar’s plot.
Those far off vocabularies of theirs,
Both Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ Superstar love to race
against each other.
It would sadden Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ’s war,
Were both Jesus Christ and Jesus Christ Superstar to lose
their leaves.
As Grouchy is good for people,
We all of us champion the M.O.A.T. dance,
A comic dancing.
There once was a comic loss with Marilyn,
Even the critics of the lady matter.
Marilyn has a song
That God himself is a perfect find.
Rosalinda has it forever too,
No rant from this Mother of mine.
This is a space where Kabbalah might rest.
Perakh loveth the children.
Marilyn’s a romantic too.
We let Perakh loveth us.
Shnoonah even bears the snake.
Kabbalah loveth Yeetsod Kavod
Time dood,
Bloom M.O.A.T.,
The superb promise of Donna.
The rainbow of Jesus Christ Superstar is prevalent.
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Both Jesus Christ Superstar and Jesus Christ paint the
mountain.
Frolicsome clean Kathleen,
Kathleen complains not of books,
Swallows those rewards.
A couple more farthings for B’nayvoovah,
B’nayvoovah is a fuzzy Bunny Boo Boo.
- Angel Yeetsod Kavod with me
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“Isaac’s Blessing”
Section 1
Tis me to interpret me dance off,

Beeth Kabbalah in me bedanced ‘way,
She beeth quickest to me song ‘gain.
And me Kathleen beeth awesome to beeth bedancing too.
And Amy quickeneth in me spaces to beeth herself.
Me Kabbalah bespringeth into the now,
As me Genius of Kabbalah.
Me hath now me song thus.
Tis me Grouchy who doth bewitcheth me.
Indeed me Kathleen beeth to trust.
And me Valerie and everything beeth on me mountain.
Me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth wealthily collected.
Both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth of
wealth for me M.O.A.T..
Me Jesus Christ Superstar belampeth each man,
As to ever’man me Libby hath her own goodness,
Both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar hath
been in me schools.
Beeth later for me Tov Tov Shalom or beeth best presently
too.
And me Thrikbot’s parenthood beeth good,
Hearsay Valerie.
- Angel Valerie with me
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Section 2
Me Genius beeth nary bebeaten by me scenery

Where me M.O.A.T. beeth me word.
In me morn, me doth mine own biz.
If it ain’t to beeth, then what beeth beeth bebeaten.
By me candlelight me beeth by me rum.
Me body beeth nary, neither me Jesus Christ’s nor me Jesus
Christ Superstar’s,
Both me Jesus Christ Superstar and me Jesus Christ hath
their own such individually.
Mine own heavenly Monday beeth as for me Jesus Christ’s,
the same.
Me M.O.A.T. beeth me music.
Me headeth outward me head o’er me words.
And me Libby hath me reward,
Me Libby beeth a Mother.
Tis me Thrikbot who also hath me heart.
We all of us beeth upon me romantic seashore.
Tis bedrained of me Jesus Christ Superstar to dealeth
narywisely.
Both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth
upon vacations.
Thus methinketh me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth bebeaten
nary by any weeping.
Me bebeaten sounds hath to beeth so or else, methinketh.
Me mission beeth to beeth in a root for all.
Tis nary far for me Kabbalah to beeth upon this moment.
Thus she beknoweth to beeth now and for always for ha-
Malkhut.
And nightly me Thrikbot goeth Norward
As ever’thing me Jewish Thrikbot beeth beeth as
ever’boby’s else.
Section 3
Me Angels beeth now in me flow,

Me flow beeth little like Jesus Christ Superstar’s whose own
beeth sometimes chaotic.
When me patience beeth lost in me space for a while,
Me M.O.A.T. beginneth thus.
Tis lonely nary for me Kabbalah,
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Tis me Kabbalah who beplotteth for her flowers.
Me Kabbalah marcheth out for her flowers,
Me Kabbalah knocketh.
Me Jennifer forever beeth.
Me Lizbeph beputteth her gleam yonder
So that me might nary forgetteth to ship me off mine own
poem oft.
Me readeth wisely ‘bout me rivals and all.
Me Jesus Christ Superstar raceth ‘round yonder,
But tis God instead who beeth in me readings beautifully.
Tis me Jesus Christ Superstar who hath much o’ wealth,
But tis me Tob Shbeeb with whom I danceth.
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Section 4
Ere me Grouchy’s morn beeth like me dusk
Where me Richard Rorty beeth active
Then me Invisibilly descendeth.
Me Kabbalah loveth me Genius,
Tis me Angel Lizbeph with whom we now danceth.
Lizbeph delighteth us.
Me Lizbeph droppeth by
Downward from me bewindy sky.
Me Robbie Pop beeth as poetical
As me feathery Libby.
Me Kathleen knoweth me rainbow,
It beeth nary gloomy belicked nor bebeaten.
Beholdeth both of those who beeth me Jesus Christ
Superstar and me Jesus Christ.
Me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth befrozen in time
sometimes.
Tis both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar who
revealeth their own wealth.
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Section 5
Me jacket beeth for me journey
Upon me Monday reality
Where me checketh mine own flow.
So tis me vocabularies to perfect
E’en though me poetic nary beeth hated.
Me readings on me mountain beeth wanted by me,
But me falsehood, me falsehood beeth underground.
Me justice beeth ‘stead for me crimson
Whereby me beeth suffering in me fighting.
Me fighting beeth for me horses.
Me beeth multiplying of their spirit,
And any wife beeth ever’thing to reality.
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Section 6
Me cleaneth on me job
Since Monday cometh,
Thou art beholding what cometh
Ranting about me kindness,
Thou intelligent snake.
Thou shapeth into flame.
Beside thou, Chrysanthemums buildeth up
To shapeth into anonymity.
Methinketh of thine eyes,
How thine heart floweth,
Thou drilleth me babe.
Thou art me West serpent methinketh.
Thou art laying in the rain
Topping with fuzz thine drink
In thine salty time
In me high land.
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Section 7
Me noteth what love that me Yafah hath.
And she and me Libby beeth me wives
As me Kathleen who hath her sight for all,
As likewise me Shnoonah who hath her own sight.
And they beeth healthy for me, as me Ora Ora Tiferetot.
Me vocabulary that me Kabbalah hath beeth for all.
Tis me rocks o’er there that hath a pinkness.
But both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar
flieth to their own things.
Here beeth me moon ‘bove me flowers.
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Section 8
Me pale lime methinketh beeth had upon me midnight.
Tis me pale lime that beeth of a Western kind.
In me democracy of me M.O.A.T., me beeth so clear
That me romantic love song beeth for me Angels.
Me sensitivities still beeth healthy for me.
Me pink beeth for me babe.
Me rose beeth of a whipping of nary use.
Of me rust, it beeth healthy Earthly,
And me babe beeth clear.
Me maroon beeth dreamy
As me maroon shapeth for me
What, in time, me maketh of me lime.
Me answer beeth orange.
Me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar beeth a’top
their own wisdom
As me Jesus Christ beeth relinquished.
Me readings beeth blue
Unlike me goldenrod beneath such a sky.
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Section 9
Me Rosalinda beeth artistic,
Her art giveth so much to us
In her romantic selflessness.
Also tis me Donna who beeth perfect,
Her Genius beeth on.
Me art loitering here to pipe me poem for them,
They knoweth with me to dally,
Me Donna’s answer beeth
To hunteth for me romantic body
On me mountain where beeth all me pumpkins and all me
world.
And below it beeth me rivers of America,
And above them beeth me starry wine.
Me win me cherries.
Such me paradise ado spinneth onward
As me Perakh’s, as we all of us hath our visions.
Me Kathleen beeth so pretty.
Breathe to belong, me soul.
Beeth there any answer for both me Jesus Christ and me
Jesus Christ Superstar as this?
- Angel Ora with me
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Section 10
S.A.T.E.M. beeth some cure.
S.A.T.E.M. beeth poetical to me Robbie Pop and all.
Me Libby enableth me backbone.
Me M.O.A.T. beeth grey,
Tis where me furthest romance lurketh
As me journey cometh to dallies.
Eating on me hills,
Some space for me paradise,
Me Kabbalah’s monumental own,
Me anonymity beeth so free,
Me danceth to me school
Where me forever beeth smug nary.
Tis S.A.T.E.M. that beeth high.
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Section 11
Me delightful moon
White rock
In night’s lurk
Doth like a happy candled birthday
Becometh a feat of the day to top itself.
Me swallow me gulp,
For the present jolt
Mission beeth to feud with the rain.
It beeth no more warty,
For soon me blue thins out
To the farthest as it all drieth up.
S.A.T.E.M. lifteth up me rainbow.
Me Donna vieweth me Brooklyn,
Brooklyn hath its colors of me Spring.
Let us bringeth it to the eyes
With me patient readings,
And nary with any television gloom.
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Section 12
Me beauty beeth in me names,
Me S.A.T.E.M. beeth in me notes,
Me money for me twenty-one.
Me few tall islands
Of space revealeth me poem.
Me money for me doll,
Me hath space to prayeth in the now.
Me Libby knocketh naturally.
It cloudeth o’er me freedom
When it raineth where both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus
Christ Superstar beeth.
Me jacket falleth on,
Me Libby hath me jacket.
Me Donna rooteth for us.
Ahh, the weather,
Nary damn, it beeth perfect.
Me S.A.T.E.M. rainbow beeth nary dim,
Me holy rain,
Me dim Jaguar
Beeth me bus to leave me in me year.
The burn multiplieth in heaven
Me moon wine.
Me Donna’s distance beeth here,
Me rain lurketh
It beeth beating me down in me role.
Section 13
YouTube floweth,
Schizophrenia floweth through television
To drieth up majestically
Me weather den.
Me Shakespeare beeth one compass through any nonsense.
Me Jonny Power Tick Milton useth his glory,
Me Jonny Power Tick Milton hath taken the day,
Me Jonny Power Tick Milton hath his biz,
Me Jonny Power Tick Milton beeth a cherub naturally,
A beauty of me moon.
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With a childlike schizophrenia,
With a perfect schizophrenia,
There beeth me Platonist beside me tide.
Me S.A.T.E.M. hath no borders,
It colors me win.
Facebook hath its voices.
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Section 14
Both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar pipeth
by themselves
Their airs a’ willing,
Yet, me hath mine own notes
As me soul hath music.
For S.A.T.E.M. healthy beeth,
And in glory it resteth.
Me hearken for me S.A.T.E.M. that beeth of me ado
With me Shakespeare, me hath me freedom,
His sunny waving doth bewitch me.
He flieth beyond all boundaries.
When me signeth that me art tired,
When me beeth balling for me silver,
Me Yafah lulleth me
As me poet beeth drunk
Of this day that hath its blossom.
Me opinions beeth as drunk as me rivers.
Me cougheth after me swallow them,
And as me swallow me bananas.
Thereabouts me sky hath its silk.
Me snake beeth hungry thereabouts.
Beyond me poem beeth me fatherhood.
Me machine beeth in me snow.
- Angel Perakh with me
Section 15
Me matchmen reigneth,
Me matchmen stormeth about.
Methinketh of me stage
Where me Facebook monumentally beeth,
Where me Robbie Pop pipeth his notes.
Me Robbie Pop hath his poem.
Me hath me a candy off me stick,
And me demandeth me S.A.T.E.M..
Me beeth waving down like the seven seas
Where me Lizbeph’s glory beeth,
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Above which me Valerie beeth upon the air.
Me Jonny Power Tick Milton hath his names,
Schizophrenia hath many names for Jesus Christ.
Me Libby beeth in the kingdom of me S.A.T.E.M..
Me Jesus Christ hath his months,
Months in contradiction for to creep.
- Angel Shay with me
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Section 16
Tis schizophrenia that draweth upon the day,
Me giveth me prayer.
Schizophrenia hath its stage to cleaneth up,
Me YouTube waveth down me sight,
Me YouTube beeth one journey.
Me findeth me YouTube again.
Me beeth patient with me fishy Facebook.
When me hurricane of me Facebook beeth in color,
Then me reality of me seven seas beeth worstened.
Me spirit of me Jonny Power Tick Milton beeth clear.
Me Kabbalah beeth exquisitely beautiful.
When me hath mine own frolicsome twenty-one,
Me day beeth cheerful.
Me sunny Libby blinketh.
Me Shakespeare hath me poem better than on YouTube any.
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Section 17
Around me, me Facebook ringeth,
And though me beeth of no name to many,
Me numbereth many smiles.
Me beeth giddy for those of me dear Shakespeare,
Me Shakespeare’s tales me collecteth.
on their Facebook.
For Jonny Power Tick Milton beeth weeping,
Though me Jonny Power Tick Milton hath his power,
Me books beeth for me baby.
And me Robbie Pop prayeth,
And neither doth me exquisite Kabbalah slacketh.
Me hath a little bit of me line
As some award beeth thereabouts.
Both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar hath
their own kingdoms where they beeth.
For now me beeth anonymous
In me prevalent smoke
Of me frolicsome Platonists.
Me day beeth of lekh, and me fighteth onward.
Me light above, me Angels runneth.
Me Lizbeph’s baby beeth mine too.
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Section 18
Me loveth me sky.
Me flowers in me weather dreameth,
Me hath sensitivities to any heart’s despair.
Me despairers yonder cometh back
As me bitter seas hath their borders.
Me ancient seas,
Me babe of me seven seas
Beeth at its Mother’s breast
Whose hunger beeth forgotten soon.
Me twenty-one Mondays beeth for weeping.
Me hath at night me American pears.
Me hath me Teresa who pleaseth me.
Me matter beeth me answer,
Me magnetic S.A.T.E.M.
Beeth me way to hath some wealth.
And for me months of me music,
Me imagination hath many a month
For me to shape me room,
And me forgotten but dear
Storm dealer.
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Section 19
Me M.O.A.T. beeth forever enough for me.
Me life hath its final vocabulary.
Me love beeth both freed and beaten down
By me white-silver
Storm in me way.
Me weather prisoner beeth meself.
Me justice of me matter,
Me poem beeth dying of its matter,
Me poem beeth me rainbow in me mind.
Me Platonists beeth at its end
In our separate play.
Me yelleth for me dear song to beeth here always,
Me yelleth best upon me seashore.
Me anonymous bell
Beeth good for me democracy.
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Section 20
Some hath their smoky flame
For me healthy own poem.
Of what will me personality becometh
If me prayer beeth as dim,
If me underground beeth otherwise from me Waterloop and
me rainbow?
Me ending beeth of me sunny dream.
Me Waterloop beeth to celebrate
If me Waterloop beeth made.
Me flesh hath some ending,
Me tales hath their kawwanah,
They promiseth to danceth.
And me intelligent M.O.A.T.,
Me grey snake,
Beeth separated from me shape, but me still beeth with me
Angels
As me prayeth for me hope
To cometh into me Waterloop once more.
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Section 21
There beeth nothing to me happiness but hope,
But me wisdom dimmeth
When on me Monday, it beeth too airy,
And me soundeth me cough.
But me smileth at something
Into which me floweth with me pleasance
As me spirit beeth monumental,
As me nursery school roareth,
Me happiness rocketeth me to me moon,
Me widely bright moon.
Me beeth patient with me day,
Me wandereth out like me branches.
Me rain beeth a problem at times.
Me rum beeth fruity built.
Me breath beeth from me knowing me nose.
So me bitterness beeth from me talking so much.
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Section 22
Me bedoomed weeping
Beeth at me starry beholding
Of me Western things
In their floating flow
Here where me weather on me hill seemeth eternal,
Where me West bewitcheth me morning.
Me visionary body
Hath dealt me me mind
For forgetting nary mine own wisdom,
Me nary forgetteth me Kabbalah.
Me West beeth as smug,
As smug as mine own mind
Since me complexity beeth underground
At which me soundeth me weep.
Me dealeth back me paradigm,
Periods for me twenty-one,
Periods of me underground
Where me beholdeth nary borders
Unto which me ladies beeth me answer.
- Angel Amy with me
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Section 23
Private beeth me rainbow,
Me line beeth rising upward
On its comic mission,
Me fruit of me weather.
It circleth me heaven at where me stareth.
Me stoppeth me eyelashes
On me day twenty-one.
There beeth me moonshine in me mind,
Me beeth white-chessed by it
As, to me underground, it shippeth.
Me Jaguar beeth me world,
It lurketh there to bendeth over me ice,
Me rhino hath its polyps.
Me candle dealeth with me ice.
Where me paradise beeth, there beeth me Valentine and me
freedom.
Me courants beeth bent for under me moon.
Me tides beeth of me areas around me years
Upon which me write outward me feelings,
And tap over me breakers,
And me feasteth openly.
Through me Spring war, me hath me road.
Me Kabbalah “A”
Hath me music in her names.
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Section 24
Me bendeth across mine own individual morning,

And over me West - me hath me voices.
There, me plate beeth of me lovely blue
As me island hath its bay.
Me life too floweth on,
And around me palace beeth me ships
Around which me barrier beeth their drain.
And me award beeth mine own Spring
Whose weather beeth for me falcon too,
Me Thunderbird hath its own organizing,
Me feathery hope beeth nary thinned out.
It too marcheth through its space
Where me trope beeth drawn
For me slushed Platonists.
Me dog hath its own space in which it may thinketh.
And me meaning hath its bright unto God.
Me loveth me daffodils much.
And both me Jesus Christ and me Jesus Christ Superstar
hath what all they wanted too.
- Angel Valerie with me
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Section 25
Me painting, hark thou!
Me shofar me mountain,
And me beeth open to all hues
In me separated space
Where me dear candle
Collecteth me kawwanah.
This morning slingeth itself up and onward,
It presenteth its grey to me feelings
In me morning which beeth endlessly touching,
So mine own ending beeth sleepy,
Yet, me baby beeth owed
Its own livelong vessel.
Me poem beeth written down upon the glass,
Me stone beeth within me mist
It beeth quick o’er me shadows.
Likewise, upon me ladies’ seven seas, me hath me quest
out.
Me hope beeth put to use,
For me Halakhim waveth me upward
From mine own relinquished fallings
As me snakes beeth falling
For me magnetic dance which mattereth,
Which passeth comically me around them.
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Section 26
Me hath me kindness even for me bad horses.
Me tales beeth beheld in me Tennessee.
Me beeth little bitter about me seawater bay.
And it beeth time to dress me up for me clearing
For me weepeth even that me rain weepeth,
It weepeth even at me snakes.
Me rain beeth even better for mine own delight.
Me weather beeth loosened of its wealth.
Me farthest power beeth of me storm
Which into and across heaven it soareth now.
Me hills beeth among me icy flood.
Me poem, me poem
Beeth me candle delightful to hath when teaching.
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Section 27
For me free and idle feat,
Me memory beeth of me periods of me taking
Me way through mine own blood,
Where me favorite seawater stormeth
Until me rainbow thickeneth out
As it falleth into me circle
As me Winter hath its dome.
Me M.O.A.T. beeth separate from me palace,
Me space for me M.O.A.T. beeth for what to root.
Me Platonists hath their Coca-Cola.
There beeth another jam at me end,
But me laughteth at me chests.
Me farthest beeth close,
Me children percheth each individually,
Me Angel children beeth close to me
On me harbor which beeth perfect for me poem,
And for me bloom of me readings that I found.
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Section 28
Me moon beeth to me me white compass,
Its eyelash beeth bright,
Me childlike moon hath its ship above me
Where below me body beeth waving.
There beeth me fuzz throughout me sky.
Me farewell beeth for me rabbit,
Me prayer beeth for its life.
Me standeth up to answereth me to heaven
Which beeth me better care.
Me shrieketh to hath me names
As me final Monday beeth arranged.
Me music delighteth those who questioneth
Wherefore me boom back beeth pleasant,
For me boometh me song,
Me boom beeth as me milk.
Me holdeth up in me months me deal.
Me readings hath their bugle
To me ships which scattereth like me fruits.
Me standeth up for mine own gravity reality.
Though me fallings beeth silent,
Me romance beeth from me falling.
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Section 29
Me moonshine ringeth out after me storm,
Me lovely moon seemeth heavily
To singeth of its freedom.
Me bloom hath its own freedom,
And me feareth it ever when me separateth it from me fruit.
O how me Spring giveth,
Or me sitteth still in me snow.
thereabouts on their bus.
Me old jam beeth me rock.
Me stars above nary crusheth me.
Me Father breaketh out of his rainbow,
Me healthy “A” of me nonsense.
- Angel Shay with me
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Section 30
Me begineth out from me hole,
Me cometh out from me hole.
Me wandereth out from me poem, me doll,
And danceth into reality.
Now me palace beeth in me sun.
Me shell beeth of me palace.
And me standeth up as me morning doth,
And taketh up what beeth me dominant reality.
And me rainbow hath its orientation
In me white of me eyes.
Me rooteth on me jam.
Methinketh how me rainbow beeth perfect.
Me snow beeth won and lost.
Me silence beeth built upon the air.
Me hath me periods in me palace
Where me readeth Milton as me reality.
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Section 31
Me clovers hath their troops,
These flowers endeth in me icy own,
So me saveth me icy own for now
As me trees flowereth in me morning
And organizeth in me dusk.
Me tide beeth seen of me seven seas
Whose rush beeth final.
And me bothereth me king
For any farthings and to beeth as free as ever
Since without me farthings me beeth poisoned.
Me hath me hurricane of visitors,
Me prayeth for me visitors,
That they hath their own heavenly messages.
Me raintops hath well their day
To boreth through smoky curtains
As me polo ball beeth whipped,
And as all me farthings beeth for all me men and all me
women.
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FINIS
94
Hawaiian Sonnets and Other Poems
By
Billy McBride
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This Hawaiian Sonnet volume was written in 2010.
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1.
Love is a dealer’s fee owed by you,

Salutation to the America of colored visions,
On vacation the cat, on the job, on missions,
Education kingfish, away my few.
Mask the magnetic solutions of a vain will,
The debt too full to be anger free.
Know white death, of answer be;
The way is of building a kingdom of chill.
You know it all so do away with killing matter;
Portable hug paradigm, all in power
Break sound, the barrier, in a silver flower.
Weed-lord a marbled life teenaged, shatter.
Make troubled baby lily speak no words;
The Queen’s neck thorns under trusted birds.
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2.
Roughing Penelope, Grandma

Beth,
Five nooses of the deaf she
bothers
Too-deux-leux honeys roasting honeyed fathers
Wipe decievers grey and get emeth.
Hymn beater now drained sleep and sleep;
Little farm feud, farm feud, Hagar star,
Feel arrows home eternity mid right far;
Laugh! Atop the first mountain steep.
Ant deck for a farm feud, farm feud,
Green justice to all snowy ties etz;
Dolly bleaching all her techne debts,
Ain’t davarim falling, so its lewd;
One thing’s on her warm mind when the
gunner
Beth’s laughing at her Grandma’s runner!
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3.
Sky-minded gargoyle in a copsed drum,

Lost, lost a pair and a peaceful few.
The daffodils where? Damnation ado.
Knight’s night, and we need our rum.
Knight’s corny peers and some corny milk
To proofread play “A” by cursed cupid.
The corn is home while the duck is stupid;
Watery whee! And the spirit of silk.
Brooklyn doll think everybody flesh;
A bowl, a vacant prayer is what we
crave;
Epithalimion clothes root farthing
save.
Legs eke unforgiving fails, Beth, Resh,
Tears last white rings, biz go sell.
Plop, uncircumcised, go Yisroel.
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4.
Death’s brain is the world’s camp;
Winter pumpkins, a childlike bloak;
Build the Natural field of smoke
Shepherd’s rod at that doth lamp.
The secret books many rivals posted
On top of a groved island’s red throat.
Sue, I with the root of a flower note
Many calf destroyers who crawl roasted.
And of basil remove the butter bread hacked;
Cure-builder won the bitter bridge
Of colored earth glory within a water ridge.
They show you all of your oatmeal cracked,
Malkhut lost and so call it a day;
Your American crazed ray-colors play.
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5.
Farm feud, farm feud, pennies in chests,
Gum one bag and make it check.
Twenty-one lawyers, for Good Lekh;
To the Tropic of Cancer, and parents best,
Spare thy home tov-tov shalom.
Frog-snail fanciful, goblin willow
Wattles your knowledge of the shore’s pillow.
Grey curtained piano yes yes home;
So yawn a flood of wine- hey, hey owl,
Ish ring doe, dewey nipples, phoney
berries,
Bore a hole to China for your cherries.
Shlishkal progress on your lasting jacket,
Hal;
You go now, yet Fleance, sweet lion, Pierre
Cohen’s Rye tests always fine.
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6.
Trust twice Benji, he is awesome,

Eating pears of the journey; the end sky,
Digesting stars, well you can buy
Less now, the rose and a world’s impossum.
Spies alack solve again the love
Of the good brown money, and the
sigh
Of the wisdom that ships the blueness
by.
No childlike sculptures of
A forthward mating rosy apprehension
Again spin or return our star-like
Daffodils of a rain-snaked bike.
The sad sky in blood detention
Has a sorrowful ignorance in very
hands
Our Eternity, the drive of barbarians.
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7.
Rewomb, I tell ee, love a list,

Corn waving antbears quenching wisdom.
Line mind dunce in fifth-month dumb,
Green main hundred breathe, poor each mist.
Wishboy-Patroclus, Hayim read ugly,
Ho! Nutritious camel, Richard, the loot,
Nature thou, thou card green boot
Of Miltonis, thee, bell, fit floor snugly.
Chessed on the field no desire blows;
Roll call! Mother shore fatherhood reigns,
Removes dreams dry when fruit he gains,
Doxy deceiving food, banality grows.
Free okay afterwards, democracy baby,
White bodice, dirge toy bathe me maybe.
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8.
Few widely will make print their

desire
Darlings lost with a bitter whirl.
Many will view their Tennessee Earl,
The truth beyond a lordship’s fire.
Sit and grant my American Rose,
Knock more my angel for the water.
That’s a wrap of spices for the
daughter;
Better dancing, that’s a paradise which knows.
Make it quick my American candle bolt
Dart all the ways your hope by night;
Baby Hawaii sighs a wall of light
Of mirror born for a heart-gulped jolt.
Backbone of America power thy groom,
Backbone of the compass of room and boom!
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9.
M.O.A.I fallen skull of all bleeds;

So yore the floors with peacocks pounding;
Gum one dagger mystery rounding,
Grey curtained piano in the lonely weeds.
Man dress shalom in thunderbird badness;
Har. The drake sleeves hilly red night,
Hell’s fiddler fairy, a heavenly sight
Lips tin Hayim wishing for sadness.
Blackberry remembered throat, world-tea, walk,
Mummy music now still yonder springs
Low, wine pipe bringing hungry rings
Venice elegant, garden talk.
Order pad a time, checked selections,
Casts casts, the breasts of father’s recollections.
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10.
None briefly brave thy French bread smile,

The gardener’s swaying grass ‘neath wine red sheets,
Clovers opening by the stinky beets,
No island roots cut the owl for a while
Over our green dreams, up to the grassy path,
Time’s banal books branching no more tents,
Clovers opening- swelling warm torrents,
The tides sprinkled around make a good bath.
Silent island roots under the walls of the wild;
A falling song of a visitor burns curious;
The sun scatters gold bugs of Spring furious,
Throwing caps up, beings charged to the child.
Evening is all to our ancient river
sisters;
Hued heart hated as our fear of
blisters.
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11.
My reason’s glassy yesterday is less in glory.

My morning dish plain, the notes are a tired dance.
Shield the glory matchmen crossing prance.
Flag time my poor hoof sin story.
On the cliffs by my team, twice stranded - play dough!
Worst being down a well seeing two cherries;
Branching up poem rising when he buries,
Cope, search for salt, of silver plates know.
We hills of worlds won and the sky - prayer care;
Despairers yelling “Patience!” at a wall of fuzz;
Crushing up the things, death, moon, king buzz
Of the falling cycles at much money all stare.
On shore, a crane with her necklace eyes,
The kind gifts widen as the brave one
cries.
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12.
The shells pulled away all sighing “kiss us!”

The phone is calling up our woman ladies psychic,
Cashed against phonographs, rising, like it.
Fall-time borders and the horses miss us,
Rude doors shut for a goblin, so why?
Know a crooked flying strike - bow
a’splitting;
For jewelry dig, work, a mind spitting.
Eye lashes grave, no one wishes to die
In the work of wars of all things made crowded
As the origin stops wanting wealth of the snake;
No interest they have - final balling hope, shake,
Destroy, break up outrageous tales dead.
Go shout, celebrate, aid our pain, make
mild
The Exit and white voices stupidly wild.
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109
Sonnet 13
Weather the water you pale drift dog,

Lion of God, famine birth, peanuts shun,
Tory-sun-dish of a virgin gum one,
Only Wilbur’s tales give rest to the fog.
Gumdrop ima ear, paradise’s woman,
Gum speeds to her cookies cloven marble king,
Caught God moaning poor, gold to bring,
Critics complain slung against the pan.
Church rabbit roots cheek a turbid odor
Of a blood Narcissicus in stars and
Zooks!
Mars being certain gives birth to the
flukes
Plate of flames, of pears on a golden
border.
Gum speed the water pith heart of a
looker,
Olam speeds the look of a stony booker.
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111
Sonnet 14
Power road, stumbles an ish flattered,

Stuffed cheeks stimuli, bright boys in dusk,
Moth sweet, lonely son, stupid musk,
O, Peter, feminine, deepening,
tattered.
Of interpretive dallies none are blind,
A fowl is Peter, and a watering - Billy,
Sigh…hair blank..lost, wait again,
silly,
Sea too will so again, again so find.
Gum one lady fish, forbid my ray;
Creep annihilation davarim in honey;
Of the months beholding feet, you’re so funny,
Our London chop and weather loved, we will
stay.
What more branches drop of the
fisherman
When silver despair drops not feats to
ban?
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113
Sonnet 15
With tumbling carrion, and with justice cruel,

Twice against forgotten doctor deflowered aurorea,
Swaggering flowers destruct, any ahora,
Great still milk, invisible gruel.
Play thou! With daffodils, angel bones,
Brewing loaves to steal a kiss, you monster!
Spring bubble in the wind leeward, brrr…
Rant: I vocabularies master, master loans.
The ode that split’s the grave where we stay;
Eheu, Richard Rorty, twenty scholars, dood five;
Beauty learns popularity of a thoroughfare jive,
Farewell flood yellow, ancient “A.”
Price and Vale, unheeded death
cranny,
Deflowered odor of the beaching
anni.
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Sonnet 16
A slave, lo-Chinese knows Jonny Power

Tick, With floss unbearable, a debt season
dares Dive in Yankee, Damon, problem,
cares, Jewish gnosis time makes you sick
Your task, rage forgive! The dancing Man-hawk
Shine for one, frothy, hair-light brine
Brooding gothic…big…one more sport time
Experiment- shine with none against my chalk:
Ancient “A” so pure to swallow without sex,
Yisroel revenge! Stating “bend day, man!”
Matter-pain tower of the sun gift tan
Words spear, names weep, Emerson collects.
Mind moth, fast saved, constantly drools,
Indeed babies devastate and shout at fools!
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Sonnet 17
A potential divanare, the snakes are many

A fullness of recollections of existence tipped
Fails, fails of poets lost, poor, worshipped
Sea sensations, pain-gleam-beam, any?
God truly deals characters, Alph et Beth,
Pass his repulsive bad ceramic, I had
wished;
Stage always power; have a danger fished
Instruct revenge for an angel’s death.
An idiotic pass by of the formal days.
Paradise each love to celebrate honor.
The actual, shifty monarch against a
gonner.
To this childhood begins, go hear the
ways
The leaves alone, holy fools pull this gold,
Sparkle golem, for her coat, vanity is told.
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117
Sonnet 18
Enter, shoot leaves, take thanks vestial

Chowder a’glare past the forced angel’s womb
No! Peacock anything, a wife’s for whom?
Touch hands for players celestial
Man thereabouts, work fury while all stall
She-rivers of an Eternal Wacko Bus;
Sir, celebrate the river-blue poured by us
Worldwide Good Morning raises sup of the
ball
They, man, machine cloud, blast a wish.
Project a drama, sand clouded stranger
From prison going, sweet dream arranger
Now redemption- palace clean, demanding
fish
Mood doing sound waters afterwards,
Heart-birth, flapdoodle, or lightning
words.
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Sonnet 19
The jester best love flowers; yes, and pop;

The, yes, beauty bluebird’s song is light.
The slinging lady leaves - disobedient might
The Spring’s grassy hair comes quick to stop.
The jonquil powerful, frozen, dim doors,
The jonquil’s painful heaven-stuffed tunes
How do feet drop down mother’s wooden ruins?
Only starlit lace may grow on the floors.
To interpret news, gloom, farewell to her eyes
Not sending, not deafening, not withering lay;
A practical time, months celebrate a day
A practical life, threaded sadly wise
A stinking rival’s victory, read and
fall
Cup song as the tide feels low the
wall.
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Sonnet 20
The main is flooded - a shot, water.

Think, lay relinquished, awesome, woven,
An Angel prostrate starring loaves cloven
The hell-rivals gyrating thus caught her
Television victory, television no mow
The bell, the wind feelings not displeasing
Within one war, take care, the easing,
The hooking with God, sunny you, flow so.
Black pears in Malkhut, thy smoking yards
Crazed sunfish do artfully bother
The wise and eternal rays of some
father…
Made babies, mothering, three-years
chards;
Mother, out; Chrysanthemums taken
hard;
And, the area’s incident spits forward.
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Sonnet 21
Eyes red how from the West, free light;

Bunny boo-boo a-top a moor pleasance
Brushing airy rain top, after courants
The Dante cast chew an opinionated fight
Kettermatter falls our feelings uphill
Sheeba mayonaise on a shape, now, lets;
Stupid room, superstitions of regrets
Hell up, Agamemnon trucker, what poem
will?
Prevalent Platonists! The sunken: that I
AM,
Revenge: the “thisness” of the word bower
Pardons of vine-devil of well power
Go back, get a sprig…by the jam
Parent groundhog it! The impossisum
Severity makes Techne get a bloom.
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22.
Prodiging blacksmith parents yonder

Poem owl-ears; selfish? “Say, say, say.”
Played a slave for pizza, I, no way!
Body-bone candle, one is fonder.
Hellish Valentine, the target end, an abyss
Which congregations face, an isle of brown
The ages write - the fruits of an honor down
Good, all separated! And nary dismiss;
Of beginning words - existence - well, best
Race over dirt stages, smoky tree,
Miltonic poethood soon, beauty, free
To Yisroel, they are artistic, Chessed!
And the mad parents stuck with a gulp sit
pretty
As they disobey the artful-priest shofar,
giddy!
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23.
Billy, acorn riders name ants and elves,

Trees hover over cans of the elves moving rough,
The scarlet elves in a lushy glen are tuff
Topping woods on hellhill, hell’s hill’s selves.
Elves naming elves in lightning fits
Can ruined elves’ wine-golden heaven be hell?
Off ‘lectric beings peary peaks they fell
Elves can ruin elves by their heavenly wits
Loss of ata, thrice come and pinned
Scarlet matter, some candy minded elf
Topping woods on hell’s hill’s passing shelf
Me dear master’s soda-dark, timely wind.
The river shadows, God’s storm, pass by
dear,
The shadows blow a fine day made sincere.
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24.
The road birth to be used by deer,

A candle lady in the sun’s poisoning
breaks,
M.O.A.I. travels over the lakes
A bloom is crushed wholly; the belch is
clear
A shaken tee-shirt; wives’ pouring faster
A book-minded-machine is, whoa, in the rain
The intelligent frolicsome hurricane
Is the dart to fall of a hoped master.
Tiger-speed hold, pass, jerky bird
Pass, jerky bird, they are together freed
By a frolicsome hurricane Tiger-speed
Pouring faster, the hag has the word,
The belch is clear of her sexual fears
When the sun poisoned tulips sport big
ears.
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25.
War-Akilleus-king - wise not to be,

Pretty body parting with an apprehension
Loose mortality…party early…mention
No-use leaves, Ho!, thy horsing free
Brown sky undergrounds our happiness,
My dear sparkles gravely her sleepy shirts
Death’s mind’s wise…worldish in our efforts
Awed,…destruct,…span-stretching ugliness
And contracts, fanatic, harp’s songs hoarse
The End-Award-Kingdom written down, brown,
In the End-Award-Kingdom written down
Span-stretching ugliness; worldish efforts, worse
The body parting with an apprehension of
sharps;
Wise, not the contracts of fanatic harps.
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26.
Clone of hell shun of an ice-breath’s troop

Shaking fool’s machine, wholly Ma
Maneesh,
Golden mold, despair! Dusk faulter ish!
Bloom, vale, Yawheh dress a water-loop.
Woe, Claudius banishes the world-all cash!
The canker is wise; graying bitterly wide,
Mother, where’s the T.V? Destiny hide
Ghost league come to the underworld
stash.
Yawn a flood difficult, sleeping jealous,
Sleeping jealous Hope, needing tales of
blood
When the money passes through the severe yawn
flood
The bitter wide cast’s lust stubborn, zealous;
Breaths troop, clapping hands, clear thy
brain,
Gold despair and boy dusk faulter ish
reign.
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127
27.
Matt, true beggar - stink! Love Diana.

Gift not good brassy diamond, diamond
book
Divine gummy odor on a knife of a cook.
Damsels great call swift-foot, Hosanna!,
Comb best, comb, comb for food, wheel
song
Come for more salads when the ‘taters are
few;
The frosted glasses salted, ring, ring, hell
blew
Well, best a quantity, beguile thy throng
Mow dove, carriage fields, merit of a tree,
Tree foe may so mow dove carriage fields
The wheel song, a hoar green, lively yields
Hell blew out the polyps; one, two, three…
Brassy diamond, diamond book, cry! (a stunt)
Stink, lovely Diana, come day, hunt.
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28.
The serpent parents therefore win the day

The claim of a hopeful self-all star,
Marine feet will not ever tower far;
Bunny Boo Boo, Reprobancer, either way
Sport air to ash and ash to air.
Lawyer and lawyer. Flame healing, work!
Wife slapping stinks - what a jerk!
Already best of falling apples, ratios fair
Tap, tap…cow-bell, a place to read
A place to read, why not? Tap tap tap!
The healing work, breaking, steal a nap
Of air to ash and ash to air feed
Starry Spring’s silver bewitch the
dance!
Thy breath wins the day of a
Reprobance.
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29.
Terrible, butt, T.V. Sheeba cycles

The blue rose of a rogue ass play
School blue fun, repeat, lay,
Eros open God’s gates, Ariel lulls
Fall lanky branch, surface ancient state
Cuddle hunger poet, reflect a hurt;
Rosalind superb, den of water, comfort
Highest widest Cleopatra late;
Pumpkin, buttered bread, meet a spooner -
Many-hued poems, gimme the shock,
Reflective hurt with a Coca-Cola hock
The ancient state, the weirdo schooner
The whirling cycles of persons
plain,
Rogue ass play, comic couple,
reign.
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30.
Make a car battle thee dish dear word

Hear wind! Mechanical sea man shout!
Call me forgetful, dish, blind out!
Look at the new ignorance, check me
Thunderbird,
Sinny car engine, me villain’s dear word.
Block out the badder Jaguar by me dear word.
Columbus bring, a weird turn, me cap offered
Ruin me date all; for all is assured.
Knock, knock acrostic, ring impudent
Ringing impudently to one gnostic
Knock badder Jaguar, dear word acrostic;
Troll his villain’s dear pissy word-comment
Dish blind out…me date ruined me
date;
Battle thee, dish, dear word of thy
fate.
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31.
Jazz might get a rest, rock ark, ark

Model a’coming doll, void drunk crimson
Wine fits into a silvery tsimtsum
The blessed custard, mothered memory, hark!
Sit, betray, silver spin limited slave,
The jewel - to be moon’s smile built for power
Follow leak, wine, wine, dancing flower
Custard mothering memory idle grave
The grassy eating ‘neath a starry star
A starry star ‘bove a grass eating;
Moon build a smile - and power our meeting,
The limited slave sitting star-a-far.
Void, drunk crimson; make wine violet
Our ark rests, jazzy ark, fly co-pilot.
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32.
The moonshine doth circle, old

dear
Fearsome snow dying fast lost me
A horizon’s son organizing height clearly
The room’s lightning-luck never will shear
Men drifting no more ever so close
The fish joint poor - weird all do
seem
Dope world, holy Halakhim
Pot, ha! Watering, watering - hose
Music prim and naughty wild
Warty car, go away, wart roll…ahh,
Double date, terrible, herbic pot, ha!
Halakhim the thick fears of a child
The coughing bride enables the game
Cough dumb old knight with a golden
aim.
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33.
Are you in water, are you drunk?

Bad music die! It is poorly roped!
The liver-leaf’s hedge’s bud had oped.
Many deserts to die in for a dunk.
Falling hinges, one honey on the tuft
Wishy Whig! Arrow, how to hole? So dire!
How do wet nomads look at the fire?
Ladies spinning giddy, loosely roughed
Starry wild notebook’s endwork slide
Starry wild notebook’s drunk endwork,
But more outside - work or lurk
Poorly roped music, but more
outside
Pen more little Hayim - nut not
One honey on the tuft not to be taught.
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34.
Face and blink at the silvery

rain
It’s out-willed - a parting
marriage
The room steals our freedom in its carriage
Ring, ring the sirens and the drain
The billows stain the heart of sand
Pour, twisty music, back in the glen
Strings of tyme to my ears open.
The world’s blue falls on the
land Texas, Texas - clap the
leaves on
The impatient home is found to
fall
Asia passes while I lie in thrall
Visionary airy shells of the lawn
Master look away: breathe and
swish,
The mediocre dining…not my
wish.
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Abraham’s Poem
“The Wandering”
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Section 1
God only wandered

Committed me into darkness!
Wherever I, for One,
Honored breathe fire!
Voyaging old thee?
The pretty gold societies are
resting
Afraid of evil.
The secretive seashores have
been
Named and licked of heaven.
The knotted knots are severe
characters
That nobody can
Win, being that I, heaven-
destroyed,
Live somewhere poor.
The suction of a flying mistress
Again made the goblins
Mean, so mean.
I lost access to a climate fairly,
The bill matter aside.
Its Chaotic for every damsel
Who is atopped
In a dream as a whore.
A dialogue is best to thee from thou.
Thus the knots were not now
romantic Kawwanah
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The toiletry bad, thus pleasurefully clear.
A painful graveyard is trap shut.
The atmosphere One that a
Butcher
Feels pleasant and compounded.
Of who’s saga ‘tis he missed?
Bring the fling. The sea waters
roll.
A pathway that drinks up a corps of separated
heart-
Cockles.
The burn made the shine
Farther out glow dimmer.
My throat noosed selfishness and reasonableness
is it.
Farewell to the outside far, farther, farthest!
The cradle of winter sun, Ha!
Back into the kings
And queen’s ole glen.
Soon ‘a-bloom wilting thus
Perfect for a lady, Ha!
The admiring doth befit the gals
Who doth sway.
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Section 2
Descend red hot fruit!

Red hunger fall.
Red angel sitting enslaved weeping.
A camel on the landscape eating dirt
up.
Nothing else to eat, rises with People
eating.
The stubborn ones leave a water
dish
Here.
The people are burning For a
distant Egypt.
Here go people evil.
I see the camp erected
As the angel
Goes with the servants.
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Section 3
Ha! As if you experience

It too! Would you battle
On land the troops of steel?
Your glory stripped, and
You running
To your love in order
To make peace with the pain
That lasts with every lick.
It happens in Spring, the destruction of the soul
By the watery knowledge of the old horde
Of heavenly puffs.
The falcon old,
High a-staring,
Is back up there.
Has any power my wish?
What life collaborates between us?
An emergency herbal time?
The eagle has a mean nose.
In your seizures scattered
Lights swing out of smoky dreams.
Nothing but a head of space.
The apples now shallow
Swishing with
Other tree limbs alive, Ha!
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Section 4
Fight the rabbit, mother.

Another annihilated day paused.
Welcome thy spirit
Crawling eastward, the sun ringed,
Checking thou patient splendor.
The leaves are back.
Horny sides staring, willing souls.
Wife
Idly laying.
Devarim bird.
Bird,
Yield to thy wandering.
Sunken righteousness break.
Cedar wood cut up.
The former me religiously whenever
A wonderous fun voyage limited
With head dancing; farewell island!
The flood of flowers found
By ladies.
A Time when the larks pace.
The beasts are gravest.
Say, say, say.
Pound, pound.
Weeping on their arms, on the curtains, the babe.
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Say one, dear;
It’s no secret.
The frosted soul behind.
The evening’s tide, the walk of the moon.
Hosts of stalks
The dancing wings of one
saying, “Fire.”
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Section 5
The robbers came not.

These powers of morning, the names of
Our own friends doth put up mock upon our own paradise.
The notes are sweet,
Ahhh, and golden-haired.
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Section 6
Knock, knock, knock,

One time knock.
Bathing!
Lass in the dusk all clear
standing Brightens up the tide!
The sand is grey and green.
Poor lady moon,
Shadowing the poppy.
Words,
Reasons,
Against chanted jolly.
Heavily sick
Thus sick sick not for long.
Sore soul, a sore soul
A spirit thins
On a secret walk.
Rhino norward rainbow.
Milk still.
Holly path great.
Proud holly.
The weeds innocently taken noiselessly.
Holly of the moon.
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Deep road.
Book of ice myself self readings.
Weeds, wolves, patient.
Thousands chosen to tell them
Who to call the room, in questions falling.
Bringing to you raspberries for the
Feast, sad, for me.
Thither clear.
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Section 7
O boy, a cakewalk.
In the night storms
There is little rest.
Oldness, it’s a healing by
A weeping, and a vegging out.
Not a peacock thin.
G’bye. Farewell net,
Fishy money. Much ado,
It’s still clear white,
It bores us to death.
Children talking of their
periods.
A spiteful mother’s shriek.
China drifts to myself, Ha!
A lady locks fair the seven seas.
Nonsense reality find
Rain evaporate words to death.
Bridge the self, sing thee!
Patient to know not,
Yet, come rainbow banana halo.
Breathe, swish.
Impatient burning, unstable swish!
Wander anonymous wisdom.
Again the boundless thunder
Sounds end.
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Section 8
A reasonably sexual voice…

Of death, excessive reasons
For a one time
Soul landing.
Whisper
Shadow!
Pushing brains for hands
For a recitation period.
A wide life is; is a
Silver reception.
The taken up plot
Pretty hills drawn over night and
day
Of the poor dogs
Of a disobedient knee.
Butter the apples yonder.
Hear the goblins?
A paradise experienced, it is
A peaceful parting
And ending cure of
Interpretations which leak of lost roads.
Sin, sin, sin
Send me wine
Again.
Act!
A horny flight and wild messages
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Fires meeting, fruit-fighting are
No more, no more.
To the pain-killer
entrenchments, To the salt
scene mean,
Anchor!
Check the graveyard hither come questions.
A fish alienated,
To home, speeding in the sea.
Answer Indian, rise and march.
What else day-breaker,
To wave eternally?
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Section 9
Roll kabbalah.
Sadden the spaces.
Clear the doors.
Nurse, I wither went and sparked
Pristine.
Weep.
Good conditions of a silent education.
Silver bush
Of the without-meaning.
I hunt North, sick, jacket exquisite.
Idle head now; valley of sand,
Calling for truth marginal light
And again I fancy stimuli.
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Section 10
Pass the late’ worm,

Sleep, dream…
A smug life,
Pass the bloody wine today.
The rain leaves us.
Win! Whip the polo ball!
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Section 11
How art you with law’s shadows?

The last will defeated, a defeated leap?
Thou lasting pains art meaningful.
Behind the rays spread
During night’s madnesses,
The battled breasts songs
Of paradise hold a hope to stand
To enveigle
Of the poor heart’s
Crimson beauty it hath.
My being’s fibered days
Come stealing,
Ha Ha!, upon the walk
Thus
Diverted thin, eternal.
The world yielded, I
Outgrew the lie a little and
Pined away the time.
Want healthy body to be better.
Again the vessel reveals more pounds.
The sod of God’s existence,

In the end multiplying
The orienting of trust
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Of forever, a March given grey always,
An utmost multiplying of a clearing
Of forever, of forever.
Yes, methinketh of the Teachings, and of no
questions.
The lights brother and sister wrought
Or an individual ain’t-happy
being.
A still body touched gently,
Weeping about the Universe,
Oh, a naked udder is not Wrung,
not wrung, Oh.
An exposed Me with a
dangerous Knowledge.
The colors which are endlessly won somewhere,
In dawn, in dawn, me wrestled, and me thus
Conquered me television.
An admiral at sea somewhere
Tells them poor souls to give up a little.
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Section 12
The shore dried of seawater

Waits for a flood supply.
Make imperfect this plain illness!
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Section 13
Igloo. The morning lost

Its wash.
Dew.
Drop down and stop coffin
Progress sleepy hours
In dry waves,
Knowing ain’t for parents.
Responsible colors bathed in
Light words traveling.
Learn the idle pillow pain.
First in the bottomed out days,
B’Ha-Halakhim, then dish it
Out in creepy Texas!
Catch enough, harbor love.
Everywhere harbors up enough
Love for the sad fallings.
The majestically befitted
Grains of sand stand.
Winter ship.
The pains of King John.
A mother poet tells me “No!”
Me visions leave me swallowed
Up by an obscurity.
I war the Monday road.
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Section 14
The expectations of the covenant

truly
Are forgotten,
A pretty knowledge put in later.
The horses eyes look at the sea
gulfs. The hearth tower’s rocks on
the road Hearth,
The rocks on and the port’s sand
befit The rock’s heads, and
The sea candles on the banks
light Prettily.
Jewels on ears vesseled felt.
Lips boned for bugling fruits red.
Fired on sand stand noiselessly.
The dewdrops are on the stubble clear,
The sandy beds by a fiery lady,
The fires in the rain
On the shores of the seas are overcome,
Jewels on the shores living,
The lady on the shore-country.
A rainbow and birds come.
The lights of the port tower and road
The door’s note - fruits come back to the port.
Specks of monuments.
The tower on the mountain is alone.
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The fire lives in the arrows.
The horses this Winter on the port,
now
A’panting.
A bogged shore where people
solitary
Rolling that in rides,
Ships of air and ships of water spinning.
They whisper of labors,
The trees
Above other trees, trees
Dying in the earth, in the
Years ahead soon.
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Section 15
A meal for an old soul at night

hath Been made.
A formula loved, a book art
Conned by-and-by.
Loud breakers full of questions.
Wanderers bare arising, stark
victors.
Here and there hills, white, an icy
Everything.
A hunger unto death,
O red flowers broken.
Parting with thou godless
Adulterators
At dawn and until afternoon and longer on
The descent forward,
The wisest, thou.
The farthest flames are densest.
Think not too much of thou labor.
Ha! Smart? Why a man’s song
Gives us something later,
An air, Ha!, of slushed
Numbers.
We, the inspired nucleus must
well
Figure out the beginning.
Slipping again down fast somewhere.
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A kelson compounds us where
Complexity is imagined.
The black fire of kindness
Is gained by the illness of this
Rush to love.
Reveal a mountain tall, O sea.
The old and fortunate day, we doze at,
Not ever ending, not ever forgotten,

That crooked I am apart from,
Unlocking all of its simplicities.
Mystical is all charity, how to!
Aim the light up into the air!
A bit ill-there goes my luck.
I separate my poem into
Three beginnings that
Me Genius chose.
And, I could stand being
Thrown a prize before
Going.
For it bears to thou even to me
All the complaints I let twinkle
From my spirit in question.
To an end without questions, worsten I.
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Section 16
The body held goes in delight,

Up.
Reaching life in the wet sink
Relinquishing private others.
The bottom grass golden,
countless
Rising, a pretty work.
A daffodil past its patience.
The father knows the son drinks.
water lilies old on
Top poke out.
Me carded not.
Neither in the tropics nor on
time
You sing poorly when
Destroyed by old traitors, and new lives.
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Section 17
Faded petals to get

Driven to bear
The weather, ducking bare.
Ooze to a wall, Oo la la.
The hose jack
Hemlock eyed
In the marketplace thus
A healthy old man,
Waving his little hand in the hall.
Waving during the storm.
The shape found O.
The black time of falsehood.
A bearded tree no more to touch.
Grants piled in two
Bloom, bloom, bloom!
Think of the children’s monuments!
Touch and choose,
Sandy areas.
Put to use please, the ending.
In the lines of the little bugle
attack.
Make the never ending Spring!
Corn browning raw feathers.
A ready-to-shine daffodil, a’
withering
Contradiction
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No more pale.
The skirt yellow felt,
God met,
Wandering through poems fit,
Fitting in the books sandy leaves.
Or sung somewhere in a concert hall.
Idle voices
Failing y-cleped vernacular.
Idle drunks rich of feelings.
Loving the leaps of their
Blessings in idiotic sparks.
Bloom.
Little perch fish low.
Helping me to do it.
Soft, true staff Jack
Scholar tell them nutting caught.
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Section 18
This bitter sea here grips

But the leaves, for now, more
On the trees.
The dying breezes are
Lowered for a person.
The pond and road,
Soon in mine desires, passed
By thou
And your good milking child.
Drifting colors - the sun flattening - they
are
Mortal now.
A person keeps giving simply
Good, and I fall badly down.
All images are included by the labor
which
Made up the flowers there.
A person is free to sink when
old.
One selfish universe is
spinning Sad.
One vessel God honors
May now
Be known to be you, son.
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Section 19
The cows are handled by delightful

people
And, at the moor which not all could
favor.
The breaking in of weedy

Kingdoms are feared.
Remember to bring the ladies’ lady
things for them to have only.
While pleasant bees at the
honeycomb,
The weary war outdoors fought.
Though within the mist
The sunshine was felt.
I in winter, for many
Individuals,
Do nothing. But,
The babe gets my drink there.
So Ahh, the wife won!
My soul’s size is valued to them.
The day agrees merely to
Come to all.
The flowers, to them
Are offered for free, merrily;
They be rich to both,
And we take them back to show a few.
Breathe new daffodils,
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New bodies,
Simple gold ones
More for the poor are
That ugly domes
Which rise to reign anew.
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Section 20
The grey crane and the beaver

Are friends.
Ladies and others say to miss
Follow, and bear the past.
Alright, one paradised
Barely does not worry.
Traveller, adieu.
Cold wind.
Soupy flood.
Sidewinder.
A pink-hearted gift left
Was stolen.
Red fruit pop eternal.
Daffodil over, Oh kalemunatai!
Corny.
Little sticky cobweb.
A no-care prayer lurks babyish.
Gifts, feelings, awesomeness there -
Just a little bit if I sleep.
Vanity pit. A lady, I?
Dally somewhere, muse.
The road soulful skies
Grey, pale, high overcast.
Prince, son of a slacking matter grey.
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Section 21
Build the atmospherically thin

kisses
Always.
Speak thy gift lightly,
Come kiss.
Early you die
And cannot wait or steal
Much spirit.
Roll the same, heal, but steal not thy gifts,
Think now to walk wishful, kind;
Heaping powerfully
Done.
Her shoes going forth
Ask for and take
In her visitors.
Daffodils iced and closed up hurt
Desiring sand,
Really suffering.
Find the will to conquer the demon of parting.
The sad desires of the soul

Flash a great power noiselessly.
An elite worth
Closer, simpler, rushing cops
Pounding painfully for the liberty
of a
Weedy sea.
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All of the electric imps of the wind
Foaming beards now
Scurring moments
A calm wind owl rocking
Innocently eating her words
Yet
The broken music of the fishy
serpents
Naturally fearing the world
Sell their thoughts wounded by the
Roses biten.
Despair scores.
Jack dims his selfhood
In a brown painted parenthood
Thoughts stimulated by the nights
Wages enchant the owner.
A pounding traveller’s reasons follow.
Of ladies
Kisses tasting stuffy.
Wind father comes home in silence.
Think of the willows waving.
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Isaac’s Poem:
“The Blessing”
In 31 Sections
170
Section 1
Wert thou feats to cometh

Befeated by thou and thine own
ink? Dost thou mind a be blinded
Loitering fool Natural? Trod me
never poor
In me poor nightly sleep?
Me telepath periodically
So me shout it loud!
Bless me!!
Battle thy watchers,
That thou bringest
In wetness when thou
Cometh and prayeth
befurnishing ‘round thy fun so
poor beborn.
Tis a beautiful shiningly read essay,
My Lord! Tis dominant!
Tis a truth perpetually
For every poet of accident:
That to read deeply
Is an honorable rendering!
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Section 2
Bringeth up me weather lies!

Telleth me everyone
Wareth me Weatherly landscapes.
Me tropical fun
Be backward that to warreth
Mine enemy be mine
Confession.
Bare me act, me peers new
To cometh up, for Tikhvah
Dreameth of old rivals
And me fears me bed
That cometh.
Me beguile me time
Of a kingdom ever a’making
To begin a’ frisky in the morn
I’ the lighted sunrays.
And me beauties closest be fair,
Skyward traveling i’ the airy idled sunrays.
But, me rude beraised
Dim and disobedient sailors
Beroaring in me air make mine foes,
What, with me countryside
Being poetical?
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Section 3
Thou incessant show be casted.

Me promiseth me heart to expecteth
Thine own words betalked beauteous
Or else thou be penalized
This early!
Towards a be whitened April,
doth behang me pleasance
Or ‘round befurnishings of me
May Accusative way else.
Me wholesome sayeth
For me top pick me giveth
Nashville as me lieth unquiet.
Me wholesomeness behonored though
Bestranged sayeth a’ for me top
Charter, yes. Me wholesomeness
Befallen sayeth that me bemomented
And me bedisordered yawlp
Must, prithee, beeth, Nashville, yes.
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Section 4
We daren’t of thrust be inspired

Widely bemuted.
Shalt me sensitivities of me
friends Muse i‘ thousands, ditto,
Of meetings? Me greatest sprinkles
Be belugged in me musical
Scutcheons bespoken
And hath been nary a’ sailing
A’ dusky much a’ clasped.
All me berubbed paid out
Deals be befurnished always,
And me greatest greatnesses
Of me inglorious writs in me
pleasance
Bepaid too!
But who knoweth of thine aura
Of thy poorly a’ hearted
goodbyes?
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Section 5
Prithee, thou wanter,

Where be thy own books?
Me fallen for handing me
Me own book signifying.
But to read ten-thousand
Canst not greatly become
Engulfed of the sea for me babies!
Unloose all thy bestoppen
And beruined frailities to me death!
Tis I’ the richest worlds
Of me books to be sold
be shielded to thine own soul there.
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Section 6
Foul fool.
Play your check, the bird is deep.
Giving the progress of ten-thousand sheep.
Write secrets.
In me sensitivities of
Thy own music, get up.
When we puteth on
To watcheth on
For me own time, jolly thou.
Tampa Bay, me puteth
To beeth me only
Answer me knoweth to giveth
Today go.
Me Tampa Bay, for thou,
Be me only, one, ditto.
Tis right!
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Section 7
A missed show is unfrozen

When you remind Ha-Shem
To build it over and over again.
The pleasantly piled
Mountains have a lighter
Beauty to give us. And,
Only the best and worst
Women can make into songs
The melodies of their friendship.
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Section 8
Be dispatched gentlemen of
things
And swear that thou
Witness me alienation because perchance
I’ truth me whole life emerged
Wider witnessed in thou
Remembrances.
Me civility with sensitivity
Clingeth to me demi-paradises
That thou in lying
Bringest to thine own beholding
In thy roughnesses ample.
Me fair writ lilles outside
Becometh thou, doth
Windily methink slowly.
Me years bewithering
Crooked I’ me hands,
Am I a’ long sure
O’ me road I’ me contrariety?
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Section 9
Me pleasance me a’ feelin
Neither nor that me babe
No liketh to arise be droopy,
But liketh to
Her apology glistenin
Clearly in baby pitches childlike.
All crieth me breath
For me life!
Me babyish own soul, sick
For absent years reshuffled…
Me soul who careth
As a food for me hugs,
Blast!, this thicket
Of old downwardnesses which cleweth
Me circumfrences which doth desireth
Nothing but to crosswise
Milk and play, thou of old sounds,
And of old, be marbled
Impudences everyday.
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Section 10
Circular dishes.
Snow is tricky wrestling!
Where art me lost icees?
The undertune projected
A project during me sleep
To creepeth as a striply something,
And be warmer,
Hip, hip,
To play out.
The kingdom is a working it,
What a slide
To know me
For the goldies.
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Section 11
Kisses for thou if thou knoweth

To bewhisper what’s overhead.
Poor one hope one shalt
Returneth one’s behealthened care.
Me roots withing be laid forthward,
And me hath thy blessing invisibly,
But me flaweth and floodeth
Them with, O Lord, me sensitivities.
Me promotories to beeth noiseless
Along with me ale art now
Beneeded for all me peacefulness
Which me striveth to stealeth.
Yes, me goeth to faint off, aye.
Me bower methinks doth
illuminate
Me sphere powerfully and periodically enough.
Thou powerfully art dealing
With our Natures
Besensitively and bekindly!
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Section 12
No! Me Nature has a little

Of only more words,
Faster rester, about me
Nature’s most solitary promotories.
Beautiful toys backs!…
Old ‘un, stop.
Stop up road.
The sands undertune maketh
Good of what, to us lives
Deep in her sphere.
One can barely leave
One’s kisses on a line.
Nightmarish fool patient.
A lonely flying one can
Return against one’s wishes
To make a disastrous road
Of its soul.
The break up of the rushing.
Ring, ring - the sirens and the drain.
The room is stealing our freedom
In its carriage. To bear down
Howling upon our architecture -
Raining is the life!
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Section 13
Me numerous and me unlived

Connections pour lately
Into the bedabbled kingdom
be sunken with loitering elegiac.
Poor mind, weak
Weak no more.
Hang me up me icicles,
The ones all around.
Me resolution?
Lords and ladies, ancient players
Unloosen me so me frame hath
Roarability too!
No, but me nightmares doth
usefully
Misfeature the storms
Which beseparate me from me
To be eternally lively!
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Section 14
Me bringeth me a hold
To me idleness so
Doesn’t thou
Help me to payeth?
Much freshness of the age

Be beweakened.
Me ghosts of the North
Hath some friends, jolly,
Of which me doth nary
Find so.
Bringeth me me plays critical
Romantic peers few.
Bringeth to me me befavorited
Yankees of which me be
A fanatically
Timed
theatrical.
Me speedy-read books
Comforteth me and sinketh
me. The evening night’s
legacies
Beeth of Poor Jo whose
Truths followeth his
freedoms.
Thine own orthodoxies
Impossible be besprinkled
cold.
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Section 15
As me here bringeth little

Matches to me wanderings
Only forthward,
Me hath belighted astride
Wee names, aye,
To danceth with downwardly
As me bejudgeth
Restfully bewrungeth.
Me declineth to be
Constructed upon
This one, prithee.
Goeth me beauteous one
To laugheth one, two, three?
Standeth ‘round bemodernistic
With thy
Benaturaled core a’ striving?
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Section 16
White. Red horseman.

Exquisite box,
Exquisite naughty ring and string!
The string of tyme pin my ears!
The world blue.
Texas, Texas!
The sea angel’s wet walls.
Entrencheth little me heart
I’ me side, beauty one, aye,
Me thorn carer to careth
Me strong knitter calling
For me song each all?
Me pleasance be one befurnished
As every one so come and honoreth
Me side of thy kingdom behearted!
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Section 17
Me droppeth all around

Me pay thus to toucheth
On me promontory that frozen
Desired water white!
Lately me muse nameth thou,
As thou in the years a’ cast
Bewintered be me all-benatured
Or beeth me none,
Yet, strong doth, in thy
Tomorrow, dost thy halcyon
Join me arrival to beeth
Behugged. Me poor pleasance
Be bescorned, wouldst that it be
Loveth in thine eye - beheavened
Notes a’ stained, me wouldst not
Draw me wishes else!
But me time periodic
Underfeated art bringing me to me
Pleasance in me hands of me
Halcyon beairied days of days bereigned.
Me tinkering be funny - inspired;
Aye, to hath createth
Mine infinitude of thou fantastical.
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Section 18
Never shalt. This mountain

Lies for a time to stop
To walk on the angry grass.
Heavens! Rush more lawn pawn!
In me atmosphere,
People changeth, me feeleth,
And me loud environment
Changeth, me hold.
Tis reigning all me fault!
Sleepy poor thing!
What is it that
Thou hast dareth to takeneth
Over joyfully me shore beautiful?
Who, while a’ walking there,
Who doesn’t in her jealously
Always, in her eyes,
Wait to be favorited
And liveth in such newness
There to stop and rest?
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Section 19
Together delightfully shaken we be

giving Into this wandering without
homes
Into tales besparing of an utmost jealousness.
Methinks better thou bravest
Thy besmarted, thou, poorly.
Me patience builders
And me be absently no more
Bestilled in me whisperings
That tis a blighted brought mindset
To berest in so poorly beyielded
Purities a’ stretched.
Me wonder if thou be electrically,
Thou fanatic, cut off?
The day stronger holdeth
Me late in me bower
More icy, icy.
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Section 20
Me bare the outdoors

In me misfeature!
Me pointeth bewisened
In me buttons,
To the lives beguiled ‘round
A’ knowcking, who art bemoaning
Sensitively and be down.
Late, usually
Late belonged thou.
Me money a’ bitterly
Powereth to thou still
Me blessed and me bepouring
Forthward goings.
Lately pretty speaketh a’ little
To careth for me remembering
In me arguments blustery!
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Section 21
Sunriders! Nice months

In air me summertime
As every angel’s
But me trouble spreads
Baby-reader,
Trembles me whit,
A’ trembling at a painting
Given such that me
Sunny summers arise befrosted.
Sing on brightest genius
That hip, hip
Thy good is in riding
The weather-heaven.
Me wisest fountain
Me know is of old today, hip!
Me crying of fiery unpleasantness
Not to be my pleasance.
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Section 22
Shalom, gimme sometime,

Sometime. Shalom doth
In me sickness be desired
When the mate doth
be winter a reasonable rest. So
pennyworth sleepy-heads Are
stop stopping their questions
Anointed for ya?
A dub, farewell.
The fear, a spiritual destruction.
Monumental horses, horses!
A dub, frosties
Up north a’ shining.
Facing and blinking at the silver.
Headings of showers passing wet.
A lamp wild and alive.
What pain?
Thermometer?
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Section 23
Me beareth it poorly,
O me soul, in me jollity.
Tis me befrailed and broken
Sickness of me distrustedness
In me margins amid me eternity
That doth be sicken in me time.
Tis to be, in me blood,
Not of good profession to beeth
Useless in me time up,
So me desireth me angels
In me life, in every day.
However, when thou createth to thy
peer A lie from thy rage
Thou bebringeth fanciful life,
A ring of laughter and song
To me forthward betravelling angels.
San Antonio. Tis a pain,
Me buddies, doth to talk
About it that cometh.
Tis a severely remembered
Motion to payeth with a death
And not to bebejoined in the cold
Too late, they knoweth.
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Section 24
Me falleth, faster, O,
Benaturally throughout.
Me falleth in me arc carefully
Into me soup.
Beroaring herself fairly
Here and there for
He pleasance…
Unlocketh bravestly up
Thine quelled hands
Please.
Me favors to sticketh ‘round
Would all hath to thou
Turned out, but me striketh
For thou these upon me knowledges.
Readings art (and who careth
Anyway?) to beeth avoided fruitfully
Being of me smallest,
Me fewest.
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Section 25
Wert me, an other, to goeth

Be dealt, me sometimes wonder!
Thou to a sea,
Great and warm
Of temperatures of which a lack
Me pointeth to.
Shouldst thou ever choose
To be present at me San
Antonio?
Me be here for years close to
thirty
Again importantly evermore In
me childhood!
Yes, however in everywhere but
San Antonio, America’s love for
The sad fallings
Hath been beharbored enough!
The overthrown sun sees you a bit
And then goes out fast.
We goeth there first.
Be there a clue to all time
All of the day always?
The coming soupy rain
Shouted when it be caughteth.
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Section 26
Me loud echoes bedrunken

Nonny!, containeth me sayings
Beseparated of fires tropic.
To falleth beneath me strongest lost
Time upon hours strong
I’ losing forth,
And to fall like lead beside me stronger
Returning stars, I presume be
Betumbling of flowers as such me songs
Do out!, I’ a’ marching a’ slung!
Me adoration tis of Las Vegas,
Nevada,
That the widest for me weatherly
Appointation, clear to go!
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Section 27
Yes - the soul tulips!

The grouchy crier goes to shake
The bells.
Me heart rides on me walk.
Mockingbird snob.
Print doth sell.
Another!?
Mighty cold turkey!
My black self merely feathered.
You are atah! Keep going!
The changing letters.
In vain, an endlessly
Musical exhibition.
Weather cycles. Breaths stop.
Sitting a’ top a mountain,
Hoping for a sane day.
Ghosts making trouble.
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Section 28
Me heavens, milady doth love

Me fritters which will bepeace
Me guilt hood beturning
Me me wanted break.
Tis none who cometh,
Me roarer, besnivelling,
To sup me esteemed
Made veal chops.
Tis loud me fall
A’ working for me Bridget!
Me poorly traveled endless
Knowledges be blasted!
Lord, canst me countenance
Do else to createth a mountain,
Thou, of me, a human babe?
Hip, me heart begineth a word
Of thy honor humane,
To wander me teachings the same.
What else ringeth
Beroaring to ruin mine journey
Than thy friendship of fewer
Than few?
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Section 29
Poor twisty mountain.

Billows stain the sand-heart.
Mediocre dining.
Master look away!
Now airy visionary architecture!
Asia passes lies winterest.
Not that I’m this week an
Impatient home hound!
Catch a snail if you want a
Rhino?
Stick little cobweb.
Pop fruit of wind eternal.
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Section 30
I only write on.

Yes, Boo!
Rise lady Yankees,
Every lady Yankee
Against goblins.
Leech water,
Night fall.
To look at a ripe tree
A charming imagination.
The evening is all darling.
Unpleasant idol.
The portraits high and low
Noiseless, added without
complaint.
Our beauties grow old; and we

Would like to have them
To be still worthy of our missing of them!
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Section 31
The day begleamed

Me pure day too racy!
In vain me strengths
Be befooled, parting me life
To toucheth another; beeth it
A be cabbaged rant desensitized
Be it!
Me borroweth ’round me grace
For me feud in the stupidest,
Which hath been much
Of an idiocy.
If me words ’round today,
O boy, be cruel,
Then me in me pleasance
Cometh and careth be ruggedly.
Me casteth Cheyenne, Wyoming
As me new favorite
To announce effused.
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Hawaiian Sonnets and Other Poems 2

William “Billy” McBride

A note: S.A.T.E.M. in the third part of this book stands for

- Angel Ora Ora Tiferetot with me

- Angel Ora Ora Tiferetot with me

- Angel Grouchy with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Ora with me

- Angel Elaine with me

- Angel Shnoonah with me

- Angel Tov Tov Shalom with me

- Angel Honey with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Yafah with me

- Angel Teresa with me

- Angel Bertha with me

- Angel Thrikbot with me

- Angel Donna with me

- Angel Diana with me

- Angel Kathleen with me

- Angel Ora with me

- Angel Ora Ora Tiferetot with me

- Angel Bertha with me

- Angel Marion with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Teresa with me

- Angel Teresa with me

- Angel Thrikbot with me

- Angel Diana with me

- Angel Amy with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Grouchy with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Diana with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Tov Tov Shalom with me

- Angel Ora with me

- Angel Amy with me

- Angel Tov Tov Shalom with me

Golden brassy spirit of fire,

- Angel Elaine with me

- Angel Marbah with me

A pair of feet in God’s space

- Angel Arielle with me

To the willows endlessly

- Angel Kabbalah with me

- Angel Yafah with me

- Angel Arielle with me

- Angel Teresa with me

- Angel Honey with me

- Angel Honey with me

- Angel Yafah with me

- Angel Marion with me

When certain, drop my name.

Methinketh I will speak out ahead of myself

But my complaint is closed for work,

- Angel Shnoonah with me

- Angel Yafah with me

- Angel Yafah with me

- Angel Elaine with me

Perakh roots for Dante,

- Angel Arielle with me

Grouchy, dreamy Grouchy