Best Te Deum Poems

A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A...

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written in memory of Jack Kerouac in a caffeine frenzy

...pipes /jugs /pipes /hallucinating te deum for blessed freaks and
smoking stale, dry cigarette tobacco (wrong thing)...

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Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019

Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant...

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to...

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Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal 
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw 
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila...

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- and, anyway, who breaks wind over double-M, a. k. a. Manson,

Marilyn?

I'll give a ride on my razor any day to

The-Second-Prime-of-Nine-to-the-Sixth,

who was around long before...

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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy

A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus’d 
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun

A womb
Come, bubble,...

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The First Thanksgiving (Sept. 3, 1578)

The shortest distance to Cathay 1
(Land of riches: silks, teas and spices)
Lay to the north to the South Sea. 2
Didn’t...

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Argh resolution between
     self and eldest
     dear daughter more remote,
now then locating

     a...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old...

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“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst 
not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth.” John ch...

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The Fuente

Those little birds (he'd never known their name) 
went skittering over ground, to hide in brambles. 
How nimble Nature is! The swallows screamed 
and...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering,...

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