Confessor Poems - Poems about Confessor

...TIS thine bottled tat's tasked whence be thine edge Be naught in wallows dew supine vogue cast Youth triumphed hour as a young promised fledge Barkeeper, be thoust days numbered--till asked All s......

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...Did you hear the latest dear Gooey gossip hot off the press Like a cold beer for your ear But hold what you know close to vest I hear that man is really a ma’am Or it may be it is vise versa ......

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...We, with the geometry and evening balance of our midcentury hands—gently lower the cloche over the day between us. It is a nightly ritual, gravity-driven, habit built over time, the g......

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...We are all colored, What is this; Term in the US in contrast with "white" Colored Middle English; Coloured was first used in the 14th century; Binding to be anything non Caucasian, European ......

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...Long hours spends with his blue Compressor A fine automobile-turned oppressor, With a mechanic still an aggressor; Priced a poor Two Million by an assessor: The cost of Tree’s Computer’s Processo......

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...S Such is our flesh, natural "man" I In the language of Testaments, we plan N Not only to enjoy our sins, but confess sans decorum and plan NOTE: Norman Grubb on TESTIMONY advises one ought......

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...On entering the confessional we should kneel, make the sign of the Cross and say to the priest, Bless me Father; then add I confess to Almighty God and to you Father, that I have sinned The first ......

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...Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that Veer towards you when you pray, my brothe......

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...The Imp sat atop the dresser, unmoving, in the corner of the room, I waited, pen in hand. No sound did he make, nor his locus improving, as his bloodshot eyes, my attention, they demand. In day......

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...Blow, blow, you unfeeling winter wind, Cruel, wicked you are, Numberless leaves you pluck so harshly, Clothesless you make them unkindly, As mercy is not enthroned in your heart, Oh! How truthfu......

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...The Failure When I was bored with sea life and walked ashore in Santiago I could find no work except in house of ill repute throwing out the rebellious and for some reason became a father confes......

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...THE RELUCTANT by Mark Miller © 09/19/2014 We are the living seeming stillness willful we endure Through vows of contempt to never surrender Vacate questions fly by trees terse unknown Retrea......

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...Monsignor Father Saez is mission priest, and he's confessor priest to brothers both. His mission's high on rise and faces east, none better ever made his sacred oath. For life man gave himself to......

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...Just believe you will still be here When I will be here too. That I will heal sufficiently, To see you come right back to me. I want to be with you. Don't leave me all alone, I fea......

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...I'm so proud of my poem It's literally perfect I read it over and over again To savor every aspect Oh, the cleverness the wit! I truly amaze me!!! Even this poem excels In its delivery Ra......

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