Hoc Poems - Poems about Hoc

Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus Legerdemaine, a shift in focus Hoc est corpus, from the Mass Hocus pocus, parody crass Transubstantiation phrase Ridicule, to baser plays Papists, Protestants at odds Declaring doctrines with regards To our Lord’s communinion meal Causing strife, divisions real Luther replaced trans with con Zwingli’s bread, alone anon Calvin said we participate, Joined to Christ when we partake Hocus Pocus, thus a slur “Magical”, what...

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A thousand words later we’re still talking. I know I’m being reflexive, this banter a transparent way to paint clowns on speech bubbles; ripostes that ricochet off any real wit. Later still, alone in my head - the replay, the should have said and the unsaid. Witty repartee are invented, not only as late additions but as inserts, addendums, and edits in an ongoing discourse. Some words...

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Sitting neither left nor right but on the different side of things Polarity drifts off like the ending note in a forgotten song The past and future saying one final and lasting goodbye As time becomes a wandering orphan —and the moment set free (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)...

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So, I still have miles to go and poems to save, and time to rant and rave and snort and shout and let it all hang out. I’ll fuss and fume and act the part expected, ad hoc. I'll smooth the rankle from my brow and darn the that hole in my sock. I’ll lie in bed and contemplate the path of man, his ultimate fate. I’ll...

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seminal squirt didst sanctify an anonymous boulder when mercury dipped below hashtag mark registering colder than usual temperatures circa winter of year 2000 in proximity to the sacred chapel at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania (house zing carillon player) ...

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The first part is, you knock the skittles down, the second is, you set them up again: Suzuki, Siemens, Berlusconi, Braun - they're indestructible, these little men! We dole out dollars to the bums we beat, extend a hand to lift them from the floor. Whose is the victory? Whose the defeat? They bounce back...

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mmm lips are dry should drink some more water i’m comfortable here it’s warm more water more restful sleep though more efficient six hours is all i’m getting at this point anyway ok more restful for less comfort now of course just enough left in the pitcher to make this a thing lights am I really just standing here waiting for the water...

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