Best Vespers Poems

"i like muslims",

whispered in newfangled vestry

                       for Viv might anger.

(She's said they'll blow us up in Leominster.*)


They won't, though, for Leominster is small,

bigger...

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The dark fantasies
of forbidden,
lusts and silhouettes
of scarlet passions.

The lovers,
they mingle
like serpents asunder,
coiling about,
becoming entwined
as chaos 
to the enthralls
of jealousy. 

Jealousy. . .
with no means
of explanation.
The lovers' emotions
again embrace. . . 
feelings
of anger,
of hatred,
arise, 
fueling their desires.

Their feelings of loss
and emptiness
flow,
as dismal squalls
of nothingness
cry out 
like...

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A blinding wind rescinds my vision of the tundra’s rich ruins
White-dark obstructing the dark-white frigid dunes 
Gloves numbly clutching shovel dumbly
Lunging for ore or foreign money
Turnipbottom dirtpale the truest shade
In Siberian vespers all colors fade
But each double parka’d sweatdrop bleeds a Bombay summer
Tickling, trickling south...

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It was approaching sunset
displayed boldly across red sky west
as I entered Dream Café,

Time for candle lit vespers and incense
which I feared would be more personal nightmare
than political dream.

I came to this Café,
for the first time,
because our Democratic Town Committee
was nominating candidates for Mayor
and City Council
and...

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Twilight sonata
     on swirling wisps of moonlight,
            enwrapped silver string...

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This returning march seems parallel
to that God's choosing am impelled
to wile away all losing
not some instanced recognize!

The gifts I sought excelled
are fully given not excise,
my heart sure ridden with concise
delivers that injustice realize!

Now nothing new can compromise
my faith so driven with demise,
my soul forgiven knows...

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Written: April 3rd 2024
                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter...

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you were with  her at lourdes
whilst the sun was shining
two worlds became one
light flickers
from the water edge
bread and wine are your sole ambition
trust in vespers
a catalogue of goodliness



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After your butterfly alighted my dreams,  
I never forgot your kiss,
You became the object of my vespers,
The refuge for my injured toiling chest.
I await your spectacle, your curtain call.
Your fragile teasing dance. 
Like Groundhog Day, I predict your fluttering 
Wings, the wavy flurry of...

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