Best Rectory Poems

Quasimodo

Is tha' I gan't ta'k too good
Tha' keep me silent, not my mood

They thin' I brooding monstrosity
All thin' so, except, not she

I feel so shame...

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Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle
who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway
It was a hard time, much...

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He had no garments old or new 
that didn’t have a hole burnt through
from sparks when he lit up his pipe
and nearly set himself alight.
Smoke...

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He
travelled
far and wide,
studied Arabic :
A famous orientalist :
An Oxford scholar and doctor of Divinity.

Here
was
a man,
the Rector
of Childrey parish,
the Reverend Edward Pococke.

He
planted
in the year
sixteen forty two,
a...

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...such joyful company. I put my coat on and 
was about to leave while still seeing my nun friend there with me when my pastor...

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Trans PORT Station
a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well...

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The first son inherited by right
The second,off with his king to fight;
Ab third in a rectory might dwell
The youngest was to marr well..
Family coffers...more to...

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Fresh from Pentecost, our celebration
moved to lunch in the Rectory garden,
with views to the coast, for inspiration.
Spread on tablecloths we'd hardly begun
the quiche, ham, tomatoes,...

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Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
	that don’t say

Upper chamber veiled deceit — 
A wizard wand wave
in the Sistine Chapel cache cave

Young boys’ virgin olive...

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calling all mistreated jugglers
and wretches of condemned madhouses
bewitched by fingers of freak fame
the spindly fingers of trickster twins
that open the floodgates to occult caverns
unleashing the...

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Some pondered ways
to pep-up the pulpit and pew,
but disinterest and ennui won the day.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.

Eventually, thunder and...

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Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber...

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In a free fall i can feel the sky,
Getting thicker as it rushes by,
Though its easier to take a breath,
I can barely fill the space...

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An ailing confrere moans in his bed,
helpless and willing to be at peace;
ready to go far beyond this world
and be with his Maker – all...

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Alive today, gone tomorrow
Tenants of time
Rejoicing one moment, recoiling unexpectedly in sorrow
When dark times come calling to climb 

The steep slope
Death steers into the trajectory
Crafted...

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