Best Steeples Poems

She lets me put violets in her hair,
good-humouredly, calls me Ophelia
in such a way that I spout, But Shakespeare
pushed war, not love. Resplendent, Thalia

strolls the...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny...

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In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions

Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples...

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As the moon smiles down on the sparkling Mediterranean
The gentle rolling hills
Reach bejeweled fingers into the sea
Spilling the overflow of sparkling lights
Onto fishing boats that...

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I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)

I took a walk to...

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Un-Ringing the Bells


To live in the shadow of the steeples
the tintinnabulation of Poe’s bells*
tormenting the sinners as they slumber
wrestling the darkened dreams of childhood hells

following...

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Among the souls of empty hearts


O distant bells of steeples chime
in echoed hymns of saddened weep
Comes again the midnight hour, 
down dampened cobblestone to creep
...

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I fear most Church steeples are drowning in sin
And like Country Clubs, cater to folks acting part,
Way too holy for sinner, too blessed to be...

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again …

here I am -
a glum ghost
a somber shadow
I have come to dream

to pledge duty, your gleam
to venerate your foreday liturgy
ah, and mend the mist...

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* For J.K. Rowling *

                 ~ 

now, deliberate your...

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Where steeples reach to touch the sky 
and faithful bow their heads in prayer, 
a wondrous sound fills wintry air 
as choirs sing “Angels on...

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~  Night's snowflakes fall lightly  ~


   Night's snowflakes fall lightly
      without a sound
   Melt...

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Boughs of evergreens grace mantles above fireplaces.
Children await Santa Claus with smiles on their faces.
Beribboned wreaths are hung on many a front door,
but to me...

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Jesus Is The Answer

when your down to the lowest pit
 Nobody around and they don't give a ****
 all of life seems fragile being tossed...

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