POETRY FOR U Gh

The master's vine yard, our land  The land of the vine Come ye all who Labour in the vineyard  Come o ye labourers of the vine  And plough for it has rain  Labour... Labour... Labour...  Labour for the master of the vine  Labour for the master of the vineyard Labour... Labour... Labour...  Labour, for he cometh and announceth not  Labour for thy wages are at hand  Loiter not for thy wages are at hand Come... Come... Come...  Ye all who Labour for the master  Ye all who Labour in the vine  Go ye not to rest, sleep nor dine  For thy wages shall be rewarded for 'e yield, of thy vine Come... Come... Come...  Come o ye labourers of the vineyard  Come, o ye labourers of the vine  And make hay Whiles the sun shines

Make me a name That I will be named ; Cause I ain't just a name. I am a story ; a story to tell, With great impact I can't depart. I linger in the minds Of my reader Like a great leader. But I don't see How great I am, Yet I am . My course speaks Itself in my actions. And with much a-do There are so much deductions. Hmm, I wonder.... Cause my own vilify me But can there be heroes without villainy? No,... Not, not so to speak. Now I know, My cause will speak. Thus, I have a name to make.

Poetry is a being with a soul ; Breathing with reason, rhythm and rhyme Yet, without a nose Ruling with sanity unlike humanity's cruelty as a king Many a soul Wallowing in his reign Know not hate nor distaste ; Neither gore nor sorrow T's a world as the unseen heaven T's a haven of pollen To pollinate readers as sojourners T's humanity in hype : An elixir of life In humanity's dawning doom T's a harbinger of joy With rhythmic ecstasy of the after toil Poetry is life

Pretty and swift with backboobs Is kathy. All warming in the sunshine Crisp in cloths, cat walking with a glut And bearing a glow, All for this foe. Were I he : She'll wonder in wonderland ; Mesmerise in merryland, Be fancied in fairyland And flourished in bloom For a perfect groom as me. Were I he : Her gentle voice would've rain Symphony - for me soul, Her nimble walk - would've celebrated our stride, Her gentle heart - would've cares my pertubance. In my world would green be In my world would glamour be Were I he, My world would be complete.

Mother speaks a language That all her children be loving. Her wording by every utterance Is staunch in every stance, Coated in perfect warmth For her children - especially The Flints - to live in serene. Sensors plays a tune For the wise to dance along - true Listening to the elderly is well : Most especially the (dying) mothers ; For their warning is a stem, For climbing unto life. Forfeiting them is a bile That poisons your tree. The wise heed to warning The foolish is to his whims. He that's wise let 'm listen to counsel.

Love is a fountain of glee Bought with nothing but the heart Bearing fruits by heart and Eating loosely like tart Once bought, it bears Down on the soul And live on it's  prey Like the parasites and the host It bears down on the bearer And festers on like a sore Till it earns the weakness Ensued by it's host   To lighten your prey One must be of guard To subdue it's ordeal Once this is done Love can be sweet Enjoyed like nectar Once it's bought For love is like honey Bought with the heart It ought to be sweet Rather than a bile Forever in it's life.

Homeward cometh a clone Drawn to every clave Shining of merry and gay Like the home as I'd gained With memories that will never sway Forever to be my home A perfection of what stood to be love Now a home to call no more But a tail to call in folklore.

From the days of old My soul was mold In terror cold Cause I was one with gold And more close to the hellian souls My spirit is the devineth pill A remedy for a hellish kill Taken not for my purity But chosen in all eternity To bridge the gap of eternity And the family And to serve a purpose with intent clarity Mediating in peace for the spirits And for all humanity Forever to be unbroken.