Canticle Poems - Poems about Canticle

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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. ...

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

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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...

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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...

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La Fête foraine de Scarborough For the anonymous medieval poet and Simon & Garfunkel - in admiration ************ Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ? Persil, sauge, romarin et thym Parlez de moi à une fille...

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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...

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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 ......

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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 ...

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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 Words...

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