Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Wednesday, January 26, 2005


The feast of the harvest of new fruits,
The feast of weeks,
Two loaves, two yearling lambs,
a buck-goat for sin,
a holocaust of seven lambs
without blemish, one calf and two rams.

At such a cost, my office left unattended,
I see no descent, my fifty days mis-spent.
My third day now arrived, but as before,
Unwilling to rite the measure, I am graceless.


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