Canticle Poems - Poems about Canticle

Canticle For The Cosmos

Every atom and molecule
of me was made by you 
in the cauldron of your womb 
and these five senses of mine
are as much yours to mirror
back your majesty.

For you I assemble the morning
with its chilly wind coming across
the bay, the bloom weighted branches
of magnolia bending over my way
and scenting this last month of winter
with a

Forest Canticle

This intricacy, this forest
fanfare of green life, flower 
and fungi, the creatures
that crawl its damp understory 
of bush and fern, and above,
the wing born marvel 
of those masters of the air -
cause the mind to pause
with wonder as when under
the high ceiling of a cathedral.

Here too is something made
to hold what seems holy,
an ideal blest

Early Poems Xxii

Canticle: an Aubade
Michael R. Burch

Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
Dew drops on the green grass echo splendors of the sun;
the silence lauds a songstress and the skillful song she's sung.
Among the weeping willows the mist clings to the leaves;
and, laughing in the early light among

Canticle of Love

This beautiful day of December is yours
we all get together to love and rejoice 
We'll always remember the day you were born 
The angels of heaven are here to adore 
mmmmm          mmmmmmm     mmmmmm
This canticle hymn is about your brave choice 
to enter

Canticle In Crystal

Sometimes it overwhelms
and breaks open
what holds me,
becomes me
and I a part
of its breath
and surge, one
with no seam or crack
but whole
and giving lift
to words,
song to wind
and waves
to swell across oceans
and wash shores 
not known to me before,
a crystal dream,
fragile as glass,
a shell that opens
and lets free
a living world
and light.....
and me.

Captive Canticle

Captive Canticle
David J Walker

Imagine her always dressed as summer
Perpetually blown from day to day by
A youthful song  and 
I could have been the singer…  or
I could have been the distant canticle
Sung on her bedside radio 
Strewn in rose petal  expectations of the
Perpetual journey of the protagonist in
A love poem who will never

Canticle For the Stars

Why am I so fulfilled with love's grandeur?
        Tis a question, without a clear answer!
        Far too sane, to hunt for the perfect man.
        Nay, disgustingly to brag,I once did. 
   

Canticle To the Stars

         



                  



                  Canticle to the Stars


I cannot forget you, love, anymore than to breathe.
And when my breath is its very last,

Canticle of Two Stars

Canticle of Two Stars

I hear the two stars singing
In daylight valleys of never ending tears
And through deep deserts of rushing storms
At midnight;
Companions on my journey,
Duets,
In perfect harmony,
Daystar at the dawn -
A light unto my feet – a morning song -
North Star for the midnight
Standing watch in darkness
So quietly humming in solitude;
Celestial melodies
Intertwined
In radiant symphonies of

Are Ye Goin' To Marry That Witch of a Dame - Counterfeiting the Canticle By T Wignesan

ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass during expunging pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair. T. Wignesan)

Are ye going to marry that b**ch of a dame
Peanuts quail venison on

Translation of the Canticle: Scarborough Fair By T Wignesan

La Fête foraine de Scarborough

    For the anonymous medieval poet

and Simon & Garfunkel - in admiration

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Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ? 
Persil, sauge, romarin et thym 
Parlez de moi à une fille

Announcement Prayerful and Frolicsomely Playful: Or, a Canticle I Think I'Ll Be

A canticle I think I'll be, 
A rimed thought, hoary and ancient, 
Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of 
The Judean sands;
And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.
This is what I think I might be.
I'd as lief be this as any other you might care to name.
Valid is

Caribe Canticle

Warm, blue, Islands in The Stream

     Immersed in your sweet bosom

 I drift, slow, to your cool depths

Shimmering coral towers ...

 Surround me like Heaven's spires

     I reach for ropes of sunlight ...

          And swallow my last ...

Crystal Canticle

Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly
    to your repose, drift the dark like a
        feather! You are perfection, defined,
            utterly and sublimely unique, your

Nascency like no other! Oh, countless
   

Canticle For Usquebaugh

Canticle for Usquebaugh
Have you not heard the fragrant voice of Aberlour,
Soft spoken and gentle to the tongue, quiet oak
And the distant tones of bourbon, orange, and 
Candied peel?
Lazy hills, with tumbling streams and silent
Broadwaters, green meadows and the glint of
Golden, shaking barley, distant to the horizon,
Harbinger of joy.
Have you not heard its seductive tones, eloquent
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