Best Shriven Poems

Those good deeds can be done by all,
By young or old, by short or tall.

A smile may be the very thing
That makes a shriven heart to sing.

A tender hearted, richer man
Who writes a check because he can

Is no more blessed than is the one
Whom a...

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Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.

Impenitent, sky rains ash blackening the night.
Fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land,
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the...

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Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.

Unpenitent the sky rains ash blackening the night
the fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land
burnished gold, aged bronze...

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Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday, the day to confess and repent
As we enter the solemn season of Lent
The ashes remind us that "Dust thou art"
And one day from this world we will depart.

Worldwide, the faithful honor this tradition
With devotional hearts and sincere contrition
But, sadly, some people are...

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Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's 
absorbing ways.

Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,

Appositionally driven 
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos...

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When I was young, I would mock the raven,
Never dreaming her harsh call was a cry
Across the water to the castle of her brother
King Bram, the Raven, ruler of the British Isles.
Never did I dream of the destruction 
That would follow this desperate plea
Sent upon...

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Heard your shriven whine from the mountain,
Here is me, just coming so close to you;
Thirsty stone in water fall stream to go on and on;
Bloody flower on shoot serves sweet fragrance,
You don’t know me!
Me the silver shine in far azure;
Cool rain coming down through the...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin, just bones and skin,
And constantly in a bad mood,
Though he...

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so love us ’cause “I’m the hoochie-coochie man”,
not way over there, but here because we gotta' get our feet groovin'
the path of the seer-serpent probing our souls believin’ our believin’ eyes in askin’,
do you be “secret agent man?”
because they’ve taken your number and given me...

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'Tis in a manner far from thrasonical
That I come to you in full canonical
What I chose to do  was to instill my love
On acolytes  below while I was above
When the holy Church I entered  in my prime
I, the Church,entered many, time after...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream from
between legs: slave of avoidance
whore of denial
death in a vacuum
naught...

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Should auld acquaintance be forgiven?
Seek not dear darling, to be shriven.
With all the sweet torments of love
you once visited on my heart, the same
measure for meaure did I, on you, employ.
Call to mend; healing now the only joy.


The rapture, ripe, that we once shared,
I know...

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Seeking to find serenity is a task I cannot take
for most of all it seems to me a mindless missing mandate.

Buddha has achieved serenity, at least that what some say.
Yet, in my mind dear Sylvia* found death in a similar way.

To not exist, to cease...

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Lent

Malasada* Day was merrily spent
Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras - many names are given
To this final day before the season of Lent
When around the world Christians are shriven.

Now, "Dust thou art, unto dust thou shalt return"
Are words that are solemnly spoken
As with prayer and fasting people...

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DREAMS
A re-occurring dream I have with such 
A vivid set of sight and sound and touch
That in that other world the question’s posed
Is this only a dream soon to be closed?
The answer oft as not is: No! It’s real
What else could give such graphic sense...

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