Best Apse Poems

Weakness
 
It is said that he was weak because he would not
conform, could not subjugate his will, would not
let them imprison his mind, cage his spirit.  Weak
because he stood alone and not with the milling
mob.  Weak, because he would not speak the
words they...

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Neither mad dogs nor Englishmen
rejoice as sunlight growing thin
allows the tidal sands to shift
through moonlight’s vapor growing dim

Yet still the beasts of lolling tongue
huddle with their shaded young
beneath a cloak of crimson red
abandoned nests now left unsung

Whilst I enjoyed this mingled tryst
as lovers passing gently...

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It’s raining hammers and nails
The storms are rusty
And hang in the sky
The pews are shadowed
And the apse is silent
Sinners are upon their knees
Darkness descends upon the day
A lantern swings in the storm
The executioner is hooded
Silent and cold
A shadow upon the Mother Mary
Jesus has nothing to...

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Everything  is beautiful at this time of day,
Following a quickening morning shower.
And the huge orange pearl that is the sun
Is just beginning to shepherd its endless power.
The spirit of divine blessings carries  me,
In a vision, to the center of this sacred lush glade.
There...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday I may be able
?To say the simple words
?I love you?
In...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and stickied 
by foam and frothing soda spills.

A not soundless though talkless time.
My not soundless though talkless time.
My time oh my...

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My Dream Vacation

                  To return once more to Italy where the forgotten places
               ...

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It is the scent of you, that breathes in me.
It is the music when you laugh
that chants across the apse
between our heartwalls,
signaling desire, tossing off forever
thoughts of penitence and shame.
It is the holiday of you
that sings in me.

My eyes need not fulfill the longing in...

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Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The hour is getting late. 
Fleeting forms across the scene, 
Are...

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Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding

chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual pining human bing,
and another ardently avowedly ambitious
altruistic agent provocateur (lol)

at...

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Amidst the radiant draperies of light
I halt encased in wonder
Of the jeweled splendor on my sight
My heart, irreverent thunder,
Though it but whispers from the nave
Of accordion columns
Rising to meet the eyes in still wave
Of wings where silence hums
Before the apse in majesty shining.
These mute,exalted stones
That...

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Oddly,
blue all day. 

The sun dragged like blotting brush
across the apse of Sky; dawn apsis
to dusk apsis -
not leaving ink but life.
Not leaving marks but hues.

Blue blue blue blue blues. 
The undying beauty, the 
amaranthine found now at death of blue...
the reds. The brief bold...

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Part 3  --  Sir Christopher Wren

"Resurgam".  What a righteous word it is!
The Latin form of "I will rise again".
I'd like it on my tomb.  A scientist
I was, a humble Oxford teaching drudge,
when summoned by the king.  He wanted me
to build...

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Cardinals



I saw the cardinals today
Clad in ceremonial crimson red
Tiara tufts above their heads.

Silken sheen on satin capes,
Looking down from lofty perch
Of nest in apse of nearby church....

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let me take you to that place again,
where only two may dare to tread
above the plane of mere content
beneath the apse of hopes

follow, lead, walk hand in hand
come take that leap with me
across the bounds of what has been
to what waits there to be found...

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