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 womb
Come    bubble    bubble down
In gloom the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light...

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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 uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via 
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic...

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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) in a pipe to
honor, certainly not 'diss' an unknown friend/jug and pipes/friend
wearing the neighbor wife's panties, having carnal knowledge of
corroded...

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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 dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.

While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named...

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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 another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship
With the capitalist families’ domain
As Daniel...

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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 CD's, DVD's, MTV, and YOU / MYtube,

spitting out the healing heat, the wound-cleansing apocalypse

of what some denounce as straight from...

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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 Barlow tell the King, 3
Was reserved for England.

The routes ‘round the Capes 4
Were long in treacherous waters
Hampered by Portuguese carracks
And...

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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, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By jaded light of day

Profound
Black iron gargoyle’s heads
Resounding, deathless, ringing

To hear
The...

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

     a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
     did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking

 ...

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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 one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing) scrivener expressing stance toward thee present lord save us (Te...

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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 friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such as Handel's 'Messiah' or 'Te Deum',
While he lolls about sat...

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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 wheeled above, descanting their Te Deum. 
Gonzalo moved on up towards the Fuente. 
The Fountainhead. What if it ever failed?...

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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 3. vs 8.

In a plain bound book
I tattoo white paper in blue
Then wrap myself in this shaman’s cloak
To fly with...

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Old Man Winter now flagging, and slip sliding along...

as his stronghold diminishes.

Signals, triggers, and ushers kickstarting debut
of demure "Flora" who slowly but surely attempts
to reveal her true colors in fits and starts,
nevertheless, she displays skittishness,
when sun kissed "Radiance"
(the closest equivalent would be Aglaea
from Greek mythology,
one...

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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, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified gauche, haughty lumpenproletariat
decreeing blind, deaf and dumb obeisance, 
whereby upon...

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