Best Abbeys Poems

We strolled hand in hand
along Naples cobbled streets
beneath nearly blown- off linen sheets
Hanging  from old  balconies.

Street musicians played their bagpipes
ciaramellas,mandarins
In this southern bustling city
where the crowd will never sleep.

Blessed by silent moments
in Duomo di San Gennaro
I knelt down on my knees
Prayed for health...

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These barren walls
Keep me chaste
Vows of silence
Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past
Days in silence, looking upwards to God
Thoughts linger, to where true love lies

I toil in Gods works
Knees now as rocks
All of Gods floors, so clean
Daily rituals, in quiet do I share
Our virtues...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden Powers"

"Wolves Walking Through Mirrors"

"Poison and Plumbs"

"Speaking in Tongues"

"Let This Not...

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Uncle Didi stays in abbeys and churches.
Ministers, nuns, monks gather.
Group of seniors, veterans lurches.
He was never a minister -- a butcher.
Behind the church is a shop,
  where he used to work and chop....

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Journey To A Sceptred Isle - 

Mysterious land's of lavish greenery 
Breathtaking view's. Indescribably scenery. 
The land and irrigated pastures, ever so fertile 
In the midst of the Atlantic, a floating pearl, a magnificent isle. 

An island inhabited by the mighty and proud 
Siberian winds...

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What trace of shadow, of language long and distempered in memorial
elegy, of abbeys as dismembered dolls lifted from their wrappings, of
hallowed grounds embedded with upturned forks while cigarette
embers chuckle soon sound aslumber in the crooks of pews, of 
fallow convictions interred between dour stones of...

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Slum

Where hard looks and thin soup oppose,
the spider, cockroach, rat, and mouse dispute
in patient litigation or in border raids
our title to this world. 

There is no mystery, it boils down to food.
Our ruined lunches providing theirs
as Roman baths provided stones
for abbeys of a different creed.

They...

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How all the ales taste of despair?
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched
Not long ago they all were fair
How all the ales taste of despair
In Belgium abbeys monks prepare
Tripels to make my drought get drenched
How all the ales taste of despair
Before Belgium my thirst was quenched...

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A question that baffles me most
          is why some men and women,
at the peak of youthful vibrancy,
          opt to exchange the glorious glee
and pleasures of mundane freedom
...

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Abbeys made for monks
Filled now with dirt, dust, and moss
Just tell me one thing

Which believe they're more righteous?
Which of the two truly are?...

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