"Ode To Catholic Women"
Je vous salue, Lady,
You are yummalicious potatoes and flax seed gravy;
Indeed, invoke apathy concerning the Reformation,
For they believe you are too much part of the Pagan Nation,
And wonderful Wicca claims you don't have magic,
Yet an inviolate Nun might feed a mystical rabbit in her adoring habit--
Just relax and follow the loving Lord;
If they live by way of the cutting blade; next--they perish by the sword.
"Tennessean Files--Wolves, Coyotes, And Foxes"
Me: 1990's--carrier 4 Nashville Banner & witching hour Tennessean. Went from paperboy to King of the paperboys; plus, arrested, suburban-habitat swarmed by deputies for forging 90 page, ambiguous poem; next, leaving the artistically weird document on my American property for a pseudo-intellectual (me too) nurse to fetch, her armed with rebel-like, proud standards.
Anyway:
WOLF: awesome, mighty, don't smell my shit unless you want to be humped by me.
COYOTE: good-looking, crazy eyes, balance, mockery--a fine mystical mutt.
FOX: Eternally beautiful, crafty, gentle yet smartly savage.
My observations of the two:
1.) Neighborhood fox crushed by late-night vehicle. I observed the canine-like family for some months. Deputies had blue lights on to investigate the brutal death of a gorgeous creature. I prayed. Shaken. Pissed. Would date a fox-like human.
2.) Daystar hinting of arrival. Had slung near 300 papers, throwing up, in suburban driveways for hours. Then, roadkill. I stopped. Got out of ride. Bent down. Smoldering coyote passing eternity-ways till resurrection, rebirth, whatever. Smelled the dead-eyed beast, it glaring at the curious Otherworld; hence, I invoked Saint Francis to pray for the sublime soul of such an American survivor. Too, called authorities to have body honorably removed.
Coydogs viewed as well. Local paper, I worked for 'em, reported the hybrid dogs as a violent nuisance. Deputies given unjust authority to shoot on sight. Yup . . . Them the late 90's in Franklin/Nashville Tennessee.
"Saint Francis: A Fool For Wolf"
What a sissy name, Francis--might a highly-educated thug say;
Still, a brave tour in a gore-smeared Crusade!?!
Furthermore, a Christ-Crafted Saint by war observed--him a humble, moonbeam ray,
Resonating brilliantly meek and having luminous potential--to this future day.
What a fool for Christ--to tame the carnivorous wolf with the Trinity Sign--
It being a bit pagan, yet synonymous with the Singular Divine.
Yup: A little man, modest till crazy, eating the body of a Lamb,
Doing "what is always right" as wends his will to sorrow damn.
"They're Cops--Not Soldiers"
Cuff & clasp--for walking on the Free, American Grass;
Hence, who is the real ass?
Regardless, not just rooted in dermal degree,
For I was once arrested for crafting poetry;
Moreover, No Fighting Words or Clear & Present Danger;
Plus, Ambiguous Prose; thus, 1st Amendment should have saved me like an Army Ranger;
Still, poor, different, mentally ill, and yes, black--
The once neighborhood friendly Starsky & Hutch is now juiced to attack--
Yup: We all have targets on our back,
But our police shouldn't play soldier boy--
Join the Marines (War Corps) if you want to break another's toy.
Part of the community, respectfully talking a man down,
Not punishing the downtrodden citizen for wearing the tears of a melancholy clown.
"All I'm Say'n:"
Wicca don't be so FLIGHT with Catholicism, especially of the Irish Forge,
For theirs is a Step-Remote Pagan--though not a Partying-Polytheistic Gorge!
Do the Protestants call the Catholics the Devil?
Yet in the Vegetative Christ might they revel?
Knowing: Power is available in Every Nation--
Even a Mortified Catholic can do,
Beloved--to both: Adore & Tame the Shrew.
We are All, mostly, trying!
How did Captain Hook die???
--Jock Itch . . .
"la Sainte Vierge"
The Brothers Karamazov wisely frightens me,
Especially crucifixion sorrows endured by the Saintly Virgin as mentioned--2 us more free;
Nevertheless, Her corporeal womb crafted the Living Christ,
Birthing Genetic Love--intrinsic with a super-biology spliced--
A Mighty God totally tough & true,
Falling in favor with a Superior Virgin's Azure Hue;
Thus, redemption in that Lovely-Forged Lamb;
Also, wise for America to not Liberty damn,
Yet architect a Joan that amazingly can
Endure existence till evolved a Saint,
Shielding against Liberty getting the misinformation taint--
Too: We are human (some are) full of trepidation,
Yet an attempt towards sublimity--thieves the phobia and preserves the Nation.
"DOMINO--AMERICAN FORGED"
Miss Neena was carried into the reverse-flux of all time,
Into the 1990's when Volcano Girls radio-waved & Elvis Clinton did "is" rhyme;
Moreover, the 2nd Amendment safeguards the 1st--
No country would invade victorious, getting many-a-citizen's worst;
Specifically, an adversary beyond our Armed Forces, Police, & National Guard
Would mercurially retreat as our modern Minutemen would soooo totally play hard;
Alas, only should a projectile weapon be used to shield your virtue--
Domino knows: well-schooled, wherever, makes the haters less hurt you.
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