The word is wrong again

And I can’t spell the

 

Ah!

 

The verbage is hard to

Find in the track of heart

 

The time is muted gone and

Missing embarrass

 

I assume the Angel Vex and

Hexagonal gong for boingo

 

The thritn vice is Jim’s

For the breaking of dust and

Sand

 

Eness is a pretty girl to be

sure of rhyme and hue-mane

 

The tack of me is my

Turkish blame of want and

Wanton I become of hue

1

The Apple is skin and pectin

Cover of knowledge death

 

To make cyanide from the crushed

Seed is the power of muse

 

Lastly first: is her creed

My calm is kind and time

 

The sitting tree is for she

And the love is three

 

By the by is my life a

Transient dull for movement of

Futress future

 

Balk and base on balls

The triad system is

there and here

 

Allow the pun to be-come

The heat of the desireless lust

or attraction plus

 

The view is beauty or a

Not lust of pretty pale eyes

 

Forward the male to an Add

Bible thump of Jack and Jill

Who will go up the hill

On Blue Valley

2

The suprise of having cake

And eating your pie r‘ squared

Too

 

Heaven is thusly a transparent

Hue of you is heaven

 

In the verdant triangle is the

Beauty of sex and wife

3

An Ester glance for the Nazarene

Of an older wife in his age-knot

The rock of metaphor church, but

an attack of life on christ

 

I have pierced him with life of

Woe, man and easy time

 

Supplicate to the spear meter

Of deca-hydra metre

 

Shake snake rattle and roll Y

ou read this to make the tray

whole

4

The rhetoric parabola is a

Taoism paradox of pheneme –

split

 

The h becomes an el and the

Hell is lehh

 

But para-doxology is the rule of

Candid fate

The response to the letters

5

Why are you taking a bite?

Is it one bit in your mouth?

 

Dualities invert and make the love

Modernity was born in an oven to

be sure

 

Descartes was there laying in the

oven with bread and wine spirit

6

Where is the new wine the

Vagrant cried and whined hue

 

For his penny lost is a whole

One

 

For his life lost is his cost

of betrothed betray and health

7

Support the ragamuffin’s health

With bread and wine

“Hey brother can your spear a

dime.”

 

The reason one wrote a writing

rhyme of wrote tongues with

Time

 

Who will fail you apple of

Your eye- the eye

 

And who will hue you to

another cry tear. . .tear

 

Rhetorical vice of translucent

spice

 

Why musty the muse anymore?

The solution is math’s and

Polymath heart of fate

 

My apple tree is for the

Sun and moon to declare right

Left?