Best Francis Poems

My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. 



Hello Francis, how are you today?
       Silly Question!...

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Oh Saintly friend
I feel your pain
The world you left us, now
Racked and strained

As patron 
Of our Eden land
Destruction here
At human hand

So Francis,
From your lofty view
Come teach us, Spirit
Help us renew

This blue jeweled orb
That we call home
I fear we cannot
Do this alone

So perfectly
Your tender touch
Shaped lives,...

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Pope Francis's belief in the Almighty
has been brought to serious question,
when, on his speech on Origins, 
the Bible received nary a mention -
save for a passing glance at Genesis.
His credibility has dwindled rather perilous
it seems - considering, of course, Catholicism's 
typical rep of condemning holy...

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Playing bowls, Sir Francis Drake
on Plymouth Hoe did ages take
for the game proved that much harder
than beating the Armada

For  competition 'Cleri-who?' ,sponsored by Kim Merriman...

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The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of...

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His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his...

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Father 
Francis
fried 
five 
fishes 
for 
four
 favoured
 Flamboyant
 families
 from
 far 
 Favela
 farms.

10-26-2019
Contest:Tautogram poems sponsored by Eve Roper....

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Oh thou tattered robe.
Lying folded neatly by the cross.
Thou dost cry and yearn for loss 
of thy master.
He is no more.
Immortalized, canonized in rapture.

Doves so love his likeness, the cold statue
calls and they answer. 
Cooing and preening their feathers in vain contradiction
to his teachings. ...

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In 1588 Sir Francis Drake,
over a game of bowls, his time he did take.
Saying I’ll play my game before England’s fate.
So the Spanish will just have to wait!

There once was a young sailor named Drake,
who some thought was a bit of a flake.
On Plymouth Hoe...

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You have seen me in all my woes.
And yet you forgive.
You know me not personally,
But you have seen me on the Streets.
You care that I am a casted-off human-being.
And yet you take me in.
How wonderful you are,
for this is not a sin.
I am grateful to...

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Dear St. Francis,

In a recent dialogue with a close friend, I became aware during the conversation that I made a statement  that was misunderstood. I allowed it to remain that way, not pursuing a path of correction. The tone and subject matter was such...

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Somewhere over the rainbow, perhaps her own heart's
Once upon a note ? Baby, I did not know Norma Jeane afore
Vagabond time ushered another of this world's orphaned beauty
Away but I be a child whom was aware, as there; these fragmented bits
Catching your glimpse until one...

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Saint Francis of Assisi, (name at birth was Giovanni)
had a way with mother nature that to all seemed quite uncanny.
His voice alone would bring the birds to settle at his feet
and listen to his sermons, in the forest, which was sweet.

Within the town of Gubbio,...

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oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.

The ocean waves would shamelessly recede,
an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose,
man after man would attempt to succeed,
but now look at you, a...

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As night draped its cloak over Baltimore's sleeping form,
A cargo ship, the MV Dali, sailed to greet the dawn.
From the bustling harbor shores it had slipped away,
Bearing goods for far-off lands, under the sky's dark sway.

Two pilots steered the lumbering vessel, ‘cross the tranquil bay,
But...

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