Category: Poems
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The ashes
What lingers from Last year’s spring the flowers and froms Pastel petals And verdant palms. And my eyes so bright Have now grown dim. Once sparks of light Now clouded windows. “There’s dirt on your head” All day others chant . My sins they have read. I do not regret These observers find fault With…
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St Benedicts Day
Happy Saint Benedicts Day , I say As my friend and I meet at a little cafe. First, we talk of children and chores, little summer trips to other shores. Then ,we moan of the bores and whores And all the tales of unjust wars. At last , we trade each others prayers that likeminded…
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Wasted in the Wilderness
A TRIP before EASTER> > > >LENT………. And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1 “He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms 78:15 ESV I think I will, I will drink I…
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Jail bird
A shadow drapes across the tempered glass Condemning the caught of each trespass. These wounded birds who rest in cages. Little and large , ones of all ages. With Fragile legs beneath broken wings. lame limp from pleas and pleadings… And flight and fights and vain imaginings. These birds ,these night birds, rest in cages.…
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Un Masked
oh Dear, remember when we looked into each other’s eyes, When masked, you imagined my moist lips smiling, And saw my wrinkles like darts pointing to brighter skies.Oh dear, let us remember , to remember, remember before we“Grow Old and our trousers are rolled.”(1) Oh dear, let us remember, to remember, remember before our masks…
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The Widow’s dress
they stare strangely now at her Alone in the familiar pew for now is one when once was two. She Pardons those who see her in black And takes her seat with the sinners in the back. “How do you do? ” She replies “I do I do” As She greets the saints from pew…
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Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)
Dear dear Mr C ,you cannot sit in this pew. You haven’t the mind of these remnant few . And , I remember how the days used to be Where you acted as a monster, mr C as you pounced with Mr fear up the aisle, And ,good church folks left in single file. On…
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Psalm 1 A tale of two men
A Lexio meditation on Psalm 1 Two men went out on a paved road one day . On it , They sought To Find Truth, Life and Way . So “ blessed “ and “ wicked “ became their name . Named by the pursuit in which they sought fame. One day , the two…