A clown with a frown was talking to a king with a crown, when a mime happened by, and mimed to them, “What’s the quickest way out of town?”

The king said to the mime “To catch a train, be on time.” And the clown laughed at the king, and it began to rain

The mime grabbed his bags and looked at the king, and the clown, and mimed “Thanks, I’ve got to run.”

“Was the mime on time to catch the train?” said the king to the clown. “I don’t know.” Said the clown, and again says, “Do we really need all this rain?”

How can a man awaken a womens love
Then walk away leaving her chained to what was
How does a man make a covenant of love
Then run away and hide
Leaving emotional wreckage at the scene of the crime
Not owning up to the responsibilities
Just wanting the pleasure, and no more if you please
Why can't a man be more circumspect of a womens needs
I am afraid and suspect that he has himself decieved
It's the sociological garbage that he's been fed and believes

A real man must be changed inside
As the Savior (showed man) how He rears His Bride
Keeping a watchful eye from the sky
To look after her every need
To her heavy sighs give heed
On the cross He did bleed.................for her

In a crowded room filled with high society, and
In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony
Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news
A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues
Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues
He says "I've paid my dues"
I've got front row tickets to mainstreet
Walkin' by, don't know who you'll meet
A freak show on every corner
A broken heart walks on as a mourner
In a darkened alley you can hear him pray
Searching for a Savior with some words and a brown bag
Can anyone spare some change for me?
There goes the prom queen, is it a dream?
Hell is open twenty-four hours a day
I have front row tickets to main street
Watching the devils' choir earn their keep
There tearing down the walls in LA
There's a ****** on display, on main street

You standing there looking so innocent
and ****, bitting your lip
Smiling so guiltily and your hair
Cascading down around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
falling from my flannel and smooth as hell
Your feet up on the ***** as if in high heels
flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin  
With a "What me?" delectation
It's not a skirt, it's my flannel shirt
And with your post coitol giggle
A splash of ***** and a hint of naughty
and you looking muy caliente
As I take you in you take my breath away

Sir Isaac Newton wasn't "using his head"
When the "aha moment" fruit fell
He assumed it was gravity, an attraction to the earth
It was weight and decay rate, no romantic pell
Many scream "separation of church and state"
In the Constitution you will not find that phrase
But in a personal letter to the Danbury congregation
It has been arbitrarily elevated to "law" in our nation
In the Scopes trial Evolution was criticized
Scopes was arrested, the masses cried "victimized"
To play on the "heart-strings" of the "under-educated"
Those worshippers of Evolution were placated
Hypocrites obscuring all God-given laws
Building a "strawman" with individual straws
Satan has questioned all God's "thou shalt nots"
NASA has filmed in a studio basement "our Astro-nots"
Jesus' words have been futurized by Baptist dispensation
Jesus said plainly it's "in this generation"
Scripture is not a "wax nose" you can eisegete
Exegete in the present tense Greek
How do we equitably represent all voices, in a
Public school system that claims they consider all choices
Public schools don't exist, "special agendized" schools do
Claiming universal intolerance, they're intolerant of truth
Let us say in the "Dagon bye" to all "blessings in disguise"
We'll be in[spire]d by the "blessings in the skies"
We're all from Adam's atoms by God's sovereignty
Lord roll my soul in humility, cajole my spirit patiently

We hide behind words and rhymes
All along wondering what's on each others minds
So it is with this poetry
I romance her with cajolery
Windy blowing the silk sails from the mast
Over the little man in the canoe waves will crash
Then it's bombast
And bomb blasts
Down the halls of this woman
On the walls of this woman
(To take a ride on this carriage
It must undulate during marriage)

Fresh and comfortable
They hug my tootsies
When I put them on to start my day
Walking with me every mile
[even when I stray]
Different colors
From ink wellers
Brighten each step
As I am headed out the door
I can even slide across the floor like Tom Cruise
They even hide in my shoes
Until it is refreshing to take them off
After a long day, and a walk with the dog[s]

Beyond the sidewalk
Find her at play
She’s the hostess of a tea party
Her dolly’s suitor can’t be late
Then it’s off to play glamour
In her favorite part of the house
But first to the attic and the trunk of stuff
And a pull a fleece boa out
Then to the chair for make up
Perfection with a smudge
Oh mirror turn away
What has become of love?
Beyond the sidewalk
Find her on the swing
Watching the clouds (go back and forth)
As the sun makes bursts, and beams
Then it’s off to the tree fort
(Where her prince is fending off squirrels
I mean ferocious forest monsters)
There’s no one like him in the world
So it’s off to have a picnic
On the front porch creaky swing
Fighting monsters for his princess
Makes a knight a little lean
She reaches over
To wipe the grape jam from his chin
He says “tomorrow I’ll be a baseball star”
She says “then I’ll be Marilyn”

A beautiful picture which God has drawn
Here name..........Fawn

Deanna's waiting
With all the emotions of a young women cascading
Now the bend in the creek
Makes her knees weak
And her thoughts of this man are
Filling a heart set to clamour
You bet her sighs matter

When we met in our eyes
It was love at first sight
So don't let this moment end
Or it's my heart that'll rend
I didn't know a dance
Would kindle romance
And Deanna would have to wait for her chance

I am not a computer guy
I am intellectually shy
Alone I scream
In a crowd I lie
Infinity extends beyond the sky
[I am not Liebniz
Neither am I one who quits]
Numbers  have been eating up my mind
Oh well I guess I'll eat some pi

(Let us momentarily contemplate the discourse on the first date)
[Adam] Father You've been busy these six days (and hmmmm?)
[God] Yes you have need of a help mate
(From a rib Eve came to life,                                                            ­  
then ribbed me all the days as my wife)
[Eve] Oh Adam! Where shall we honeymoon?
[Adam] I hear Eden this time of year is in bloom
This Rose (of Sharon) is for you my bride
[Eve] Who's Sharon?
[Adam] Let's take these horses (I've named) for a ride
Through the Sharon countryside
[Eve] Oh Adam! Look at the stars and moon I amour
[Adam] ahh yes my love they've been since day four
Oh my fairest with kisses better than spice
Let us again be together on day eight and day nine
Now let us return to our demense
As our Father did intend

Today is a day I will never forget
Not even when Alzheimer's sets in
I was running around hectic donating your stuff
Like a German, Austrian and Frenchman in one
While remembering you and your life I had packed
I saw someone walk out of the store with your donated coat rack
Wondering will it fulfill for them what it did you
Wondering if they had thought of who it belonged too
Wondering what you were doing in Heaven that day
I moved past the meloncholy and got on my way
Back for another load of your stuff
I thank God that Jesus makes grieving less tough
What I mean is that we will still feel sad
But I have joy in my heart knowing where you are at
And so you may not be here I know you've carried on
Like your coat rack to another home, you live on

I'm heading home for Christmas
(Snows on the way)
In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh
Bringing presents and prizes I've made
Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late
Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick
This mystical and elusive controtionist
Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip
Hanging stockings and mistletoe
For an occasional kiss
Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes
Hey there's frost on the window
On green bows dancing lights
On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?"
There's no coal in my stockings, that isn't right
There's no coal in my stockings but I need it for heat
Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet

He is to the Father
As sunlight is to the sun
The Light
Which enlightens everyone
He is the risen Son
With unlimited candle power
So be ready, He comes
At we know not what hour
Of books He wrote none
He wrote in the dirt, but we know not what of
But He hasn’t left us invictus
He has illumined the convicted
God will save with few or many
Through the narrow gate
Some will be granted entry
To the estate
Now few or many are not enumerated
He’s not a mathematician (not here)
Love and grace are not gradated
He’s not a statistician (not here)
From the first Adam to the penultimate Adam
We’re all stained with sin
But because of The Last Adam
We get to win

Copyright 2022

How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological

Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable

The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view

By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not biological

Whose brains do we use
To arrive at truth?
No matter how hard you strive
Atheism’s a lie
Given an internal sleuth

We move from the toe that’s shod
To the toothpaste proof of God
Is insistence matter or motion?
This only causes commotion
To insist that you can live like a god

To persist that is false
It's to stumble instead of waltz
Yeah, there’s a dichotomy
And it’s a lobotomy
Reasoning becomes schmaltz

It’s tautological schism
An unreasonable prison
To assume atheism at all
Isn’t reasonable
He exists and that’s not fideism

Jesus the reason for reason
The fool only causes commotion
In everything you contemplate
Even Pyrrho and Descartes can’t help you escape
Because doubting isn’t matter or in motion

So don't assume like Hume
Or become a skeptic, that's hectic
So how do you know?
Thank God for me stubbing my toe

Hear our voice
From the east, west, south, and north
Hear our independence
This July Fourth
Like flowers in bloom
In the night
See the chandeliers
Hang in the sky
With crescendos and
Reds, blues and whites
Explosions and commotion
In the battle lights
In the bomb blasts and bombast
Crimsons, umbers and beige
Like the dawn’s breaking light
Mauves, cobalts and jades
All the high-lights and sky-lights
Caught by the American’s eye
It's In the fodder of the diviner’s rod
In the wizardry of July

Oh young woman still searching for love
Oh young woman reaching for what’s above
Now young woman what’s out in front of you?
Now young woman what are you to do?
So lovely that the men won’t leave her be
So lovely for that one man ought to see
See her not feeling her best today
See her later when she needs to get away
Be with her when she needs someone close
Be with her when she confides in you the most
She can afford a smile but you can’t with a dime
You would know this if you’d take the time
Take the time to know her and show her
What she means to you
When she leans in towards you

Just let her know

Reason rests upon faith
I am not into fideism
I'm not a fan of the Enlightenment
Or a Cartesian  prison
Mr. Naturalist if you please
Show me where laws grow on trees
Or where numbers hide
And propositions are seen
So you believe what you see
Has anyone ever seen
An abstract entity?
Unbelieving scientists
Obscure and fudge the truth
All the theories they've put forth
Drowned in primordial soup
Liberals say anything goes
Then attempt to condemn a belief
That's as silly as a kleptomaniac
Claiming not to be a thief
Existentialism
Seems appealing
Equate God's thoughts
It has no meaning
Thinking God's thoughts
After Him we are commanded
In chance and luck you'll be stuck
Leaving you intellectually stranded
So how do we account for counting?
Is it antecedent steps of doubt?
When we experience epistemological self-consciousness
We can ask "Who let the dogmas out?"

Don’t answer a fool according to his folly
Lest he bethinks himself jolly
A fool will seek to be amused
In reality he is being obtuse
The fool will manipulate to get his way
But don’t listen to what the fools say
The Christian will seek a place in Zion
The fool seeks the law through the roaring lion
Engage the fool for his sake
So as to point out the foolish mistake
Hypocrisy is attributed to the Christian unjustly
It’s the fool who is being arbitrary
Fools suppress the truth and holler and rant
Then turn around and accuse us of being intolerant

How I used to be
Is now old news to me
If I said observation is the only way
Someone should ask did I observe the universe today
Or am I able to observe the observing of all things?
Particulars and generalizations will never exchange rings

If I said life is meaningless
Someone should ask does that statement have meaning?
If so I need to do some intellectual cleaning
I have toys in the attic
My thinking has become static
That is problematic

If I said there is no absolute truth
Someone should ask is that absolutely true?
I should become a sleuth
Or at least a tailor to mend something borrowed with something blue, and something old with something new

You can't put new wine in an old wine skin
You can't re-enter the womb to be born again
You can be captured by Ithuriel's sword
Reanimating you with God's [S]Word

So truly the truth will set you free
If God will grant it to thee
While He is yet near.....seek
As the Holy Spirit does quietly speak

We are a stubborn people
Easily led by any wind of doctrine
We are called to be peculiar
A priesthood in flock form
We go against the grain
Of a world that ironically is insane
Of its greed and pursuits
It needs and rotted fruits
Before us has been set
Life or death as of yet
We chide at the thought
Of being predestined
Even bought with a price
Because it would make us accountable
What a glorious word for the Gospel
Predestination
We are a predestined nation
Once to freedom and worship
Now enslaved to our own debauchery
Where is the graveyard for the preborn?
Where do we go to mourn?
Pray and fast Jesus said
You can move mountains in that gest
The government of the soul
Has disobediently been shunned
We don’t want a king or potentate
We want to have our fun
No rules (means no rights), so be it God said
That is how I will judge you
When the scrolls are read
So bow now before the King
Rehearse your prayers beforehand
And edit the lyrics before we sing
It is right to be wary before His throne
So take all thought captive to Christ
Stop your complaining, it is annoying when you moan
Take account, judge thyself
Serve and sacrifice
Broken and contrite
That is what is pleasing to our Lord

My heart's hedera [†]
Like two paragraphs
It breaks [selah]
     between you and I
It breaks [selah]
     and aches just to look at you
It breaks [selah]
     when we fight
And you leave for the night

My heart's hedera [†]
Now twain
Let no one put asunder [selah]
What God has bade
It breaks [selah]
An acceptable sacrifice
[Ampersand] we are humbled
Broken and contrite

My heart's hedera [†]
It bereaves [ampersand]
As it reads a meloncholy missive
It breaks [selah]
  and at the end of our dirge
It beats for one last time

(And like a hedera [†]
But also a pariah
For further breaking
and lamenting of this idol factory
Consult the prophet Jeremiah)

Let one thousand flowers bloom
But choose one to your liking
What a beautiful watercolor loom
Where we can intertwine our lightning
The sepal pedals must unfurl subtly
(then supplely) handle the pistil
Stigma, style, pollen so lovely
As is anther and stamen to fistle

We are told to talk lovingly to our plants
No trashing
I want to give this flower
A good tongue lashing
Then I’ll bump a daisy
And for her garden an Arum Titan
Flowers blooming and nothings hazy
As we sail on to the horizon

Grab for all the gusto you can
Because TV and beer are all I need, man!
Weltanschauung? Yes, it is one
Not a real complex decision
So, let us for a moment, and as we are able
Look at what hedonism brings to the table
Epicurean hedonism of the quantitative type
It’s what I mean to be more precise

If all there is, is pleasure,
And that’s what’s buried in your heart as treasure
Then you can't turn and be indignant
About anyone else who is just as ig’nant
After all they are just grabbing gusto
Maybe in a different form
But who is the hedonist?
To expect others to conform
        to non-rationality
        to being arbitrary

So what are we left with
When we look and see?
You can’t go beyond and seek a conception
When all is physiology,
      and empiricism
      and behavioral biology
And it can't be psychological
Because psychology is not made of matter
But these things do matter
How do we get to the ding an sich?
After all we don’t all share the same brain-ium
In fact, many don’t even use their cranium
So, we must challenge all the gusto grabbers,
Who’ll get upset
When others don’t live up to their double standards
Special pleading may sound valid
But if all there is, is motion and matter
Then it’s melancholy salad you’ll be served on a platter

So, let me say there’s nothing wrong with TV and beer
But that won’t lead you to the ding an sich
Or from the phenomena to the noumena
You need a Weltanschauung where the abstract can fit
      and that helps us make sense
To have an apologia (a coherent defense)
How do we do it?
We intuit
As God expects us to think thoughts after Him
As the Father of lights enlightens a world so terribly dim

The silken curtains blowing in the wind
Two hearts turned towards each other
Gosh you smell good
And to see you from where I stand
I am thankful to be your man
Honesty from a spark
In a posthumous ****** sight
I replay you in high heels
Wondering why I can’t stay longer
Yeah why can’t I stay longer?
In the dark and light from lightning flashes
Two become one, yours and my heart crashes
And talk until the dawn
And the watching of the sun
I never want us to end
And as I yawn, it must seem
This is a dream
And you’re not really here
And yes it’s sad
A love kept dimensionally unrequited
You are Shalla-Bal and I am Norrin Radd

Do you look through blue?
What excites your horizon?
Do you have a clue?

Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

Am I in a dream
Only as it may seem
I am music, I am the notes
You once were the wreckage on which my soul floats
Now I am the maestro, I am also first chair
And now the crescendo (and you are not there)
And it's okay that it's not you (I've found someone new)

All colors came from three
The primary Trinity
Amaranth, Burlywood and blue
Phlox and Pesimmons to name a few
Magenta, Tawny, Zaffre and Zomp
It's bomb blast and bombast and pomp

Under pacto arco iris
We have our first kiss
The world will always welcome lovers*
Especially the giddyness from under the covers
And so it is an eternal dream
            we seek
"If I spend $2.98 on a dream
It should at least last a week"

Even though it was a stolen kiss
You have the most kissable lips
Soft and receptive
And I’m easily verklempt
And though it was only once
All these years this kiss I’ve kept
Kept in memory one frozen
Yet an ethereal moment we shared
By the stream ichorous a letter
Read again and again in a dream
It’s the best kiss I have ever had
On your porch, remembering
As if it we’re yesterday

My first recollection of life was "Hey Jude" on the car radio
I thought that was the coolest thing I'd ever heard
But at three years of age how much living have you really done
And from experiences what have I learned?
Looking through electric blue

Then I was ushered through The Seventies
Outside a world in turmoil, inside me a battle raged
As this introvert digested all that he's seen and heard
And at decade's end was coming of age
Still looking through electric blue

So came The Eighties and poser's dues were due
This dillatante joined an air band every Saturday night
Loved'em and left'em
Does that light have to be so bright?
Still looking through electric blue

Through the Nineties and as the Millenuim approached things
                          seemed out of place
Kids are kaliedescoping everything
A change of guard I suppose, but I don't leave my post willingly
But I do leave a legacy in my poem tome
Still looking through electric blue

I forgot to mention the most important event
And before I close it must be said
That even though one day I will die
I will not be dead
Now looking (with a new perspective) though electric blue

The Resurrection
Will give you direction….
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, The [S]Word

His grace has no delay
His pace will play…..
The chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, The [S]Word

His eyes too pure to look upon sin
He keeps His promise to bring you in….
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing out His Word, the [S]Word

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
And the Gospel goes with the beautiful feet
To play the chord for the Lord
And sing His Word, the [S]Word

Copyright 2023

Electric blue eyes
(Of which I have two of, love)
Sometimes see grey skies

Blue green gray segue
Still looking through electric
Blue, blows you away

This is my haiku
It's about Electric blue
borrowed, old and new

Electric blue eyes
What I look through to see you
See you in disguise

I try to escape
From you there's no place to hide
Following me from the inside

I rub my eyes twice
Your walkin' through walls like a ghost
How do I let you go

Along comes silence
And the prison that that brings
Time to think of things

Got to get on home
Falling down the well beaten path
Fallout aftermath

Catch me I beg you
Don't just stand there and wait
In cadence of gait......

  do something

Sinner and saint
Struggles writhing in my head
Are you really dead?