Best Pulpits Poems

Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of laurel
Where I find myself dreaming in the verdant woodland,
Edging the meadow beyond the cluttered beaver stand.

A canopy of vine-entangled branches,...

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Better days
Is all good 
To hope for
 The better days
But is there 
Actually better days
Without making today 
The best

Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today

Better days
Too many knees on the
Ground
Too many heads kissing
The floor
Too many hands 
with ten fingers
Together straight up
Like a triangle
In deferent...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs wave through camouflage branches
succeeding in meeting my gaze with a...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my bed/so much hating too much lying chaos just outside my door/brainwashed zombies from their pulpits spewing vitriol and more/horsemen riding...

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Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes, petty
Grudges and childish jealousies -
Ably demonstrated by various
Patchworks of shabbily constructed
And hastily planted defences!

Seated high in our remote eyries
We watch...

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- TRUTH-

Her attraction has no equal
Our lady of the night
Her virtue is a temple
Veiled in bridal white
But as if out of fashion
She discarded all her clothes
We built her in our systems
But she died in all of those

We seek her in our pulpits
We seek her in...

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Cascading off the winter chill
leaving warmth wherever it traces
the edge of the daffodil, tulip or crocus
spring shines its brilliant rays across
the windowpane that mirrors the friendly praise
coloring the seals with such sweet appeal 

lavender lilacs wave through camouflage branches
succeeding in meeting my gaze with a...

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I HEARD THE WISE WORDS

The day wise words were spoken
It was over near the beaten path;
Where I first heard them uttered.
“Beware of the fool in his folly
Who may be clever in presenting his story;
Only for the seeking of his own glory;
Leading the blind to purgatory.”
Some...

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He lived a simple life
  He was a simple man
He never had a wife
  He had a different plan

He wore the priestly collar
  He lived a life of service
You never heard him holler
  Nothing made him nervous 

Several pulpits did he...

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LETTER TO A SOLDIER
A Trilogy


I.  SONGS OF LOVE

Love walked with me
In the crisp fall air
In a shower of gold and red.
Love showed me the print
Of a doe’s foot
And where she made her bed.

Love sat by me
And warmed my heart
Under winter’s starry sky.
Love fitted my...

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Everything today is instant!
More ram, faster processor – 
My God!--how I miss the
Slower and Lesser; when one
had pause between actions – 
took time for personal stills
and reflections. Nowadays, plugs
in all ears; screens everywhere...
gone the epic when people would
openly share, bits and pieces of
meaningful self: when...

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America is an idea
that "all men are created equal,"
before we cared to define "human", "created", or "equal."
America is freedom for our grandchildren
in a manner we will never understand.

It is the founding fathers who died for liberty.
It is the darker brothers who fought for justice from...

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KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that intuited presence that goes unseen.
Once it appears in audible form, it seems to grasp a shape from a line in...

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"There was a Great Silence"


There was a great silence in that place, a kind of peace,
you sensed them, the unseen removed, all around you,
yet, all the cacophony in the noise from that Other place
the unexpected turmoil those Others brought into the ruination 
of an external...

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Someone has said that all you need
Is a library and a garden
In order to harden
Yourself against life, or so I read.

My library is stuffed with tomes so full
My wife has vowed
I'm not allowed
To give in to another book's literary pull.

But out in the garden I'm...

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