Member Poem

Vere dictum is Latin for verdict
n' the verdict is in
In this fervorous play devoid
of a curtain call on my inherent sin
I like 'em hot but Venus well her flirt
a bit too hot for me at 884 degrees
It's not hyperbole-an overcasting
'cause I landed here
with the Shittim Acacia
n' Myrtle trees
Deos pro nobis is God is for us
though some not sure I'd concur-
Si Deus pro nobis contra nobis-
"if God be for us-
who can be against us?"
I stemmed from Japeth n' Seth
to first Milen.Celts of Nord Italia
then to Highlands of Scotland
near Inverness
So I'd be akin to Tulahalawasi-
"offspring of Highland towns"
I guess
Then not sure if inner schism
or from mission infiltration
Muskogee Creek tribes
not appasoonagogos-excommunicated
in Greek from communion
but exhiled so called Apalachicola-
"people on the other side"
Though their origins Peruvian coined
as Anahica-"place of the elite"
where most all'd wanna reside
Yet they pushed their boats off
so the Spanish called 'em Apara-
"from the sea"
or Apalache-"offspring of the sea"
So though we all may swirl
like a swift creek motif
that we still shared the holy
black drink of the holly leaf
not in the legend of
the Spanish moss
but pounding our tree trunk
fashioned drums-tamamas
in echos that tickle
the underbelly of the sky
with the gnarly fog encased fingers
of the trees
that we may stir the fires of belief
All rivers meander
coursing a decline
on terra firma
eventually kissing the sea
Yet let us ever consider
The Source-The River of Zoe-
abundant life-
Chai in Hebrew too
They usually teach as originating
with two-the Tigris/Hiddekel
meaning "rapid"
n' the Euphrates-
"good and abounding"
But there's two others
in this confluence-
the Gihon-"bursting forth"
n' the Pison-"dispersive"
n' Havilah means circular
or surrounding
So though I've been stung
on the foot by a stingray
n' winded at The Wedge
despite my wadin' back in
or uncoagulating bleedin'
I've been cleansed with torrents
n' hyssop
So whether it be graceum(Latin)-
gracee (Fr.)-khane/chen (Hb.)
or Charis (Gr.) I'll do my part
to rouse up The old Lion
Who'll bind me into His foal
washing His garments in the blood
of the grape
then relievin' duty of the cherabims
sentry at the entry
n' extinguish the flaming
fanning sword
So I'll be spawned in
the crystal clear
River of Eden.
1-24-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson