Grotto Poems - Poems about Grotto

She slips quietly into the semi-circle of the grotto, reverently lights a votive candle. A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes away from the plaster virgin into a carnal daydream. She does the whole Catholic thing. As she intones her rosery her body invades my senses. When I look again, she is crying Some loved one badly needs her prayers? I check myself to see...

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Christmas was coming, I'd begun to fret Thinking of all the gifts to purchase yet I spied an advert in a local store For someone to replace their Santa Claus. They gave me the position there and then Eager to set up the grotto again Got in my Santa outfit, it looked ace Especially the white beard on my face. The Grotto...

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Animals of swamp crocodile, fish, tadpoles call-off the day And wandered freely Rabbit, deer, lion lay apart quietly No humane disturbances No hiding in swamp grasses Blue jay, yellow warbler Sing to their heart's delight While Hibau sleeps Gibbon and Pangolin play in grotto Is Covid-19 a humane predator? Or a protector of nature?...

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She slips quietly into the semi-circle of the grotto, reverently lights a votive candle. A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes away from the plaster virgin into a carnal daydream. She does the whole Catholic thing, and every ritual gesture seems natural. Rosary beads guide her fingers, as she knits the face of Jesus perhaps or her boyfriend - hard to tell. As she...

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In these healing waters of blue you will learn peace This sacred grotto of Shamans who first came to heal here Passing down rituals from natures' beginnings Kneel before my alter and drink from my goblet the nectar of my holy waters where the rites of our fathers lay Feel yourself open like a new spring flower growing ever wiser Now...

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The reindeer and Santa proceed at a canter On a sleigh made of magical wood They’ve gone to fill shelves with gifts made by elves For all the kids that have been good At home in the grotto, the elves are all blotto They found where the whisky was hid Then looked for some brandy to drink themselves bandy And that’s just...

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Everyone in the grotto knows The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s In her green woolly panty hoes Pixie shoes with turned up toes Her outfit held together with velcro Everyone in the grotto knows Santa gets inside her pixie clothes And fills her stocking, ho ho ho...

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The hearth of russet swirling down the red pool, cascading into the drenched heath of silhouetted blue. Rivulets of brimming dark curves trotting, along the spires of veiled hues. The sabre palms brooding in sober silence. The groping stream gazing over the lore of the vivid sand....

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through a small portal bringing light to the grotto glorious sunshine...

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In this valley they try to feel A world their life finds surreal Thinking of eating their next meal In this place to live, you must steal Lonely they stagger in this land Holding a dagger in each of their hand Eyes focusing on each other They act like enemies and yet they are brothers They live together But die alone Nothing gets better From the...

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