Kneeler Poems - Poems about Kneeler

...Brother. O Brother. O when; when we were callow! In days young; Shakers, of the movement, before gray & silver turned our locks; we held in idol. Spree, even damned, were we. Less......Read the rest...

...Without knowing your gender..., (nevertheless ex post facto still flattered genuine heartfelt kinship mattered, hence the reasonable rhyme across the webbed wide world I subsequently scatter......Read the rest...

...I dwell in desolation, damned in a fathomless abyss. What sin have I committed to live a life such as this? Without a window I cannot gaze upon stars above. What hope is there for me to ever find ......Read the rest...

...Without Knowing Your Gender..., (nonetheless ex post facto still flattered) Bhutan names defy affiliating, determining, identifying... gender, and what a faux pas this dada admits, when a bles......Read the rest...

...Summer is here - how I love this time of year! My garden’s filled with sweet scented wallflowers and pretty pansies. Vibrant butterflies are flitting from flower to flower and bees are busy buzz......Read the rest...

...Is it real or are you faking it? ; Can you testify truly without a hit? That it is as strong as it seems? ; Even in the absence of every being; You are poised to create a scene; That......Read the rest...

.... Footsteps echo in the hollow hallway around the old cavernous cathedral making the silence much too deafening. The tall candle's faintly flickering flame proves too......Read the rest...

...Bless Me, Father Two minutes more, Father Paul, and you will hear another of my strange confessions. Right now, I'm outside watching the rain on my glasses running in rills. When I make it ......Read the rest...

...High Noon in Downtown Chicago St. Peter's in the Loop Two minutes more, Father Cal, and you will hear another of my strange confessions. Right now, I'm outside watching the rain on my g......Read the rest...

...The candle's faintly flickering flame is somehow dim enough to darken the indigo darkness around it ... even more. Echoes of footsteps quiver in the hollow ......Read the rest...