Poetry
Inprescient Pilgrim
By Mark Tronson Thought of a passer by! “What’s happening?” Deplorable scene before his eyes. Epic tragedy. “You there, Yes you!” The voice authoritarian. No mistaken identity. Gaze direct. Eyes piercing. “Carry this!” was the rough and ready order. The great crossbeam pressed on its hapless victim. Transferred he bore the load with reluctant strength. […]
Touch Of The Master’s Hand
“The Touch of the Master’s Hand” (Poem written by Myra Brooks Welch) ‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who will start bidding for me? A […]
Poems From Rod Benson
IF LOOKS COULD KILL by Rod Benson Buried in ancient annals, drowned in brackish Seas, consumed by superheated justice, Muted witness now am I to foolish Pride and hollow pleasure. One whose practised Eye for profit glimpsed my verdant flood plain Bought it, and in buying sold his soul and Guaranteed his family’s fate. For […]
Hells Bells And Flaming Lies
Ode to the concept of Hell as a place of eternal suffering; The ultimate blasphemy of a loving God. David S. Ayliffe Saturday, 13 April 2002 ~~~ Hells Bells And Flaming Lies Repent or be damned! The preacher cries. Sweet the child’s face in the midst of the flames, So silent his screams, as silent […]
A Cross In My Pocket
I carry a cross in my pocket A simple reminder to me Of the fact that I am a Christian, No matter where I may be. This little cross is not magic, Nor is it a good luck charm: It isn’t meant to protect me From every physical harm. It’s not for identification For all […]
Digger Jesus
On Flanders fields & Alamein digger Jesus kneels again to tend the bloodied brow of a mother’s only son. Seventeen and never-been-kissed, his boy child’s face now old in pain, as wrinkled furrows plough his face and his eyes search endless space. Digger Jesus kneeling in the mud his khaki trousers wet with blood his […]
A Pebble
by James W. Foley Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Drop a pebble […]
Think About A Pebble
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on, Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea. And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. Drop a pebble in the water: in […]
Blood-Filled City
(Reflection on Ezekiel 22) 7/26/2002 Rapacious ward, Its a pity Lord’s drawn the sword, Despite anointing, We’re disappointing Straying bad Acting mad, Forgetting there’s a judgment coming Out on the stairs Jackdaws humming, Two ravens hung One repentant One full of pride, Help us see What we choose not, And help us Lord to free, […]
These Phases And Other Poems
These Phases-4/29/2002 Where I stop and then I start Speak a foreign language Dialogues of the heart Dirges collide with praises Pin balls ricochet Delicate fencing Prayer’s intricate ballet -Frank Attanasia Refuge 4/29/2002 Can you find me refuge Temporarily will do Inside there’s this raging Incessant deluge Of an unknown depth No human knows the […]
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