Best Choristers Poems

Written: January 30, 2025

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Beneath February breath, 
a fugue of magic hues—
embers of crimson, 
coppered caramel trill
as maples sway
in Mistral melodic mirth.

Amidst the rhapsody,...

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Deck The Halls
  
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Baby birds, it's said, are born not knowing 
their notes. They learn them from their mother's 
throats in the way children learn their ABCs 
at parental knees, muh muh muh becoming mother, 
da da da, daddy; cheep cheep cheep, a cantata.
That being so, do poets...

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When All Hallows' Eve's curse, cast its spell, on that night,
    As the choristers sung, all in tune, church bells rung,
    And the bats, in the belfry now spooked, took to flight,
    While the witches and...

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The mockingbird sings,
Emulating rings,
Confusing all nearby birds.
He keeps me awake;
Won’t step on the brake.
So glad he cannot speak words.

For what I utter
Might cause a flutter
Among other choristers.
“Please choose one,” I smile,
“And do not compile
The sweet tunes of your sisters”


*Written July 27, 2014 for Dr. Ram's...

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She is a beauty with her vaulted ceilings and cloisters.
Has been parading about for over a thousand years 
Showing off her English gothic architecture. 
Cathedral Church of St. Peter and the Holy and Invisible Trinity.

We have seen her in films and movies – The Hollow...

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Colorful season for the saints; a simple sign for sinners;
Happy hearts hover; love and light unites the universe.
Righteousness received in a wicked world by winners;
Indemnity to the indebted, laugh alive oh longing losers,
Seeking the Savior still, following the faith of our fathers.
Terrific throng and tone,...

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Go home, old man, turn to your bed
and draw the covers to your eyes;
there is no papa in the skies
to hear your prayers,
were you to dare to frame them.

No spirit hovering?...to flood your mind
with golden streets?   No harps
employed by pretty messengers
with sunbeam hair?...no...

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A Winter tale.
 oh  Winter – how you often linger long,
what windswept elements you deal;
your cold dark chamber does my spirit feel.
your shivering grip of uncheerfull thoughts is strong.
and often in your shadows I belong -
a land of phantoms that appears often real.
But now...

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Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts 
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts 
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes 
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts...

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SAT NAM 

I am rose in sunlight breathing 
               Buddha in middle of balm bathing 
beckoning my Heart leavening lively 

I am a loop in Love cathedral of pure 
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As the sun rises over the hills at dawn,
Nature awakens, revealing her secrets.
She spins tales woven with morning dew,
A symphony where each leaf plays a note.

The Green Canopy 
Verdant leaves whisper ancient wisdom,
Their veins etched with the stories of time.
Branches reach upward like prayers,
Standing strong...

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From my bathroom throne
		I overlook heads of trees
		men for all seasons
		who sway and still
		like felt and feathered burghers
		dependent on his lordship’s
		words.

		In glowering times
		they cloak themselves in mist,
		hiding like fleshless nerves
		from courts and kings
		and the kings’ best choristers
		the birds....

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Grey turns the sky at noon:
Broken arrows storm the atmosphere
With their terrible mastiff and slavers
And carted away the glowing stars.
I gazed with a blurred lens
Into the sky where the sparrows fly	
But the smoke from the burning huts 
Had scared away the sparrow’s choristers: 
No song,...

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“What a caterwauling do you keep here !”
Sir Andrew and Sir Toby – too much beer !

Listen.  Is that a cat–er-wauling,
A piercing feline screech, a bawling ?
All our neighbourhood cats are calling !

Loud yowling in the pale moonlight,
Enough to give a banshee fright !
Why's...

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