Best Dominic Poems
(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)
You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.
Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days at school?
I saw your show on stage -
those school plays, musicals, but mainly ballet.
Such standards, almost worthy of a jubilee.
And here you are on our TV.
A performance, Dominic, seen by our Queen,
and millions, oh millions, of viewers.
You're at that Platinum Jubilee,
a concert full of marching men,
a march that is a parade,
a parade that is a ballet -
performing people, of course.
Would you wish to know me, Dominic,
now you're in your very posh world?
(June 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2003)
Been chatting to our Grandson
Dominic James Owen by name.
He comes over to see us he's wonderful to see
We celebrate his birthdays, the last one he was three.
Have you ever watched a racing car
Whizzing by at breakneck speed?
Have you ever tried to catch a whirlwind?
I doubt that you'd succeed.
Have you ever seen a lightning flash?
Or a hummingbirds wing in flight?
Well this describes our grandson,
before he beds down for the night.
he's a tiring hug-able bundle of fun,
That's Dominic James our grandson.
© Dave Timperley February 2015
On Memorial of St. Dominic
We remember that man who sought to teach the truth in service to Father Christ
The Master Teacher
Every age has its errors
As Dominic encountered with Albigensian heresy over 800 years ago
In our time
We are likewise called to proclaim the truth both clarity
Charity
No matter our state in life Eternal God calls us to serve within our own unique capacities
Circumstances
Talents
The closer we grow to the Lord
The more dispenses the grace to persevere in holiness
Just as Saint Dominic followed Eternal God piously to lead the wayward to repentance
So
Too
Should we look inwardly and then outwardly to embrace the Gospel
Heavenly Eternal Father
Our world is full of confusion
Dissent from the truth
As we seek to live Your holy will
May we look the example of Saint Dominic
Who only spoke to You
About You
We pray this in Father Christ’ holy Name
Justin McClain, O.P.
Turned to Poetry: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse/Narrative
Date turned to Poetry: 8032024
Time turned to Poetry: 9:18pm
. Vigil For Dominic
Dominic,
I saw you the night they carried
you down the cat walk
to the clinic.
We were shouting and yelling,
Get him to a hospital,
and we banged our shoes
against the bars until
they came with tear-gas and hoses
to drive us back to silence.
All week long
we kept waiting for them
to bring you back,
or at least give us word
of your healing,
but they would not even
acknowledge our existence
behind the bars,
and one of the inmates
began to pray.
Saturday,
they came and took
your clothes.
We started shouting again,
Leave his damn clothes alone
You bastards.
Dominic’s coming back,
but they looked at us
as if we were crazy.
Dominic,
it’s been ten days
since they took you away.
I have counted two hundred
shadows across my wall.
Some of the men are whispering
you won’t be back, and this morning
I heard one of them crying
as if someone
was listening to him.
The men are praying
that you have escaped
Dominic.
Lord have mercy.
All day long
we have heard convicts
digging and shoveling
outside our windows.
We hear they are
Building more graves.
Dominic,
make them bring back
your clothes.
Make them bring me
your shoes and your books.
I want to read your diaries.
I want to steady my soul
with your poems.
Dominic, tell me again
how they can never kill you.
Copyright, 2016, Kathy's Songs, Crimson Cloak Publishing
When Bojo was combing his hair
Dominic Cummings was not there
In spite of the law
Cummings drove to see Ma
For Cummings no goings despair
. Vigil For Dominic
Dominic,
I saw you the night they carried
you down the cat walk
to the clinic.
We were shouting and yelling,
Get him to a hospital,
and we banged our shoes
against the bars until
they came with tear-gas and hoses
to drive us back to silence.
All week long
we kept waiting for them
to bring you back,
or at least give us word
of your healing,
but they would not even
acknowledge our existence
behind the bars,
and one of the inmates
began to pray.
Saturday,
they came and took
your clothes.
We started shouting again,
Leave his damn clothes alone
You bastards.
Dominic’s coming back,
but they looked at us
as if we were crazy.
Dominic,
it’s been ten days
since they took you away.
I have counted two hundred
shadows across my wall.
Some of the men are whispering
you won’t be back, and this morning
I heard one of them crying
as if someone
was listening to him.
The men are praying
that you have escaped
Dominic.
Lord have mercy.
All day long
we have heard convicts
digging and shoveling
outside our windows.
We hear they are
Building more graves.
Dominic,
make them bring back
your clothes.
Make them bring me
your shoes and your books.
I want to read your diaries.
I want to steady my soul
with your poems.
Dominic, tell me again
how they can never kill you.
Copyright, 2016, Kathy's Songs, Crimson Cloak Publishing