Best Penitents Poems

Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled 
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled 
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a man 
I hadn't seen in years. He was the model...

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Priest of death, I humbly
Plea, we come as meager
Penitents, not seeking
Pardon, but a brief balm
Perchance, a small hope dwells
Permit a corner where
Prayers are heard in hell

3/05/22...

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Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV)
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Time passes as the lay of the land calls 
the tread of the seekers and penitents.
The sun God Apollo reigned overall,
beauty, wisdom, healing bought him acclaim.

The...

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Black Nazarene
Christ of dark brown skin
Miraculous healer
Refuge of the believer
Image replicated from an old burnt homage
Carrier of the cross in pilgrimage
Housed in Quiapo church of the East
Roused the penitents of yearly feast
Savior of the strong and weak
Strength of the devouts that speak...

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Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

The fountain's dry, but not my eyes
sounds of grace rebound, amazing,
Amazing...

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(MaGowen’s Pizzaland Monroe, CT 2008)

The caterwaul of the jukebox blends seamlessly with the screech of infants, 
and the fumes of garlic hanging heavily in the air.

The true mama’s and papa’s are here, here where the dough flies 
the glasses clink; and the Beatles belt out...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La Pochethèque, 1999, pp. 279-280. Please see...

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In Colchester, CT,
and possibly in your town too,
we have a LongTerm ReCoVery Committee
looking at 20/20 prevision
for post-pandemic climate health revisions
for wealthy local and global EarthJustice.

So, what have I noticed
that might be economically
and ecologically win/win useful?

In a post-pandemic
post-Trump StraightWhitePatriarchal-capitalist cabal,
post-BusinessAsUsual monoculturing economic climates
of All-Or-Nothing
Either-Or
Win-Lose competitive health-care,...

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Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated, ecstatically elated
My soul craved for such a challenge an achievement...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the snow-clogged streets
to meet a man I hadn't seen in years.
He was the model of discretion then,...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La Pochethèque, 1999, pp. 279-280. Please see notes following the translation....

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the martyrs' dream remains unfulfilled,
we race toward immortality,
not having learned to live,
      searching for succinct sentiments,
      find only engineered impediments,
more to being than just becoming,
      implement steps for resistance,
movement a...

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we are herein doomed as we fake the smiles:
Therein groomed as me rake the wiles-
Sins splattered stiff to our shadows
Lurking unflattered from the laws.
sins fall like sounds from the Trumpet
The Law selling its indulgence,
The church singing in different pitches
About Christ, their rhythms Hoarse from
greed and...

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The world has not ended though the penitents wait
at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace. 
Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate 
perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace. 
Life is a process, a circular affair
from the time of Roman's predictions...

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...dedicated to John Barrick Cecil


Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the cobbled streets
to meet a man I hadn't seen in years.
He was the...

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