Long Churchyard Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went with shoulders bent (the storms around me howled)
until I met...

Read More

Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Is but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark unknowing is why we so oft fear the night
In that...

Read More

    ~    
~~~
~~~~
~~~
.....
~~~
~~~
~~~
~~~
~~~
~~~
.....
~~~
~~~~
~~~
.....
~~~
~~~~
~~~~~
~~~~~~
~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~
....................
~ ""Love knows-
no division... an open-
decision adversity matters-not...  
Love seize-the-opportunity - "God's-
Heart - an open-playground-the-World;  
His-Grand Churchyard!"" 


""Empowered are those-who know-this; 
remain-willing... live to show-this-be-
honest...

Read More

Child of darkness, child of scorn,
the devil danced when you were born,
for demon seed from Morphy passed,
would haunt your days ‘til everlast.

Predestined to die derelict,
an iso-pawn so cynical,
how cruel a fate awaits the one
that conquered...

Read More

I.
It was in 1554
that young Liesel watched her little nice die,
a fever had swept through Bavaria,
and from her tiny frame all life did fly.

She wasn’t the first, many died that year,
but at the funeral for...

Read More

After laying, 
my mother to rest, 
in her bed of pine, 
how I detest, 
that she sleeps, 
so deep,
so peacefully,  
leaving me behind.

Her abuse stays,
like the sea's sand,
beneath my bare feet,
always irritating me.

I was...

Read More

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

Read More

II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.

She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe...

Read More

Now, Railroad Bob has lost his job, he’s got no place for working,

His wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.

The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,

the...

Read More

It stood magnificently in front of our Churchyard,
Like the sacred fig tree before any temple-yard;
My going to church, as a boy, had no other reason,
Than picking all bird-dropped fruits, as a mission;
Collecting as many as...

Read More

Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist, 
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath eerie lamp glow waning,
When dawn's long in coming, and all...

Read More

1. Remember that first day we met?
I hadn’t hardly wakened yet
When I walked in the church’s wooden door.
Then I saw you beside a pew;
I hardly knew what I should do
So I stood firmly rooted to...

Read More

O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard;
 but my judgment is that the future holds...

Read More

The bell of the high church tower
Rings every hour
The sound echoes with power
As in the skies shooting stars shower

Beyond the castle wall
There is suffering of a lonely soul
The chestnuts fall like hail this fall
And leaves...

Read More

eerie silence at midnight…
                          walking through an empty churchyard,
 ...

Read More

“A life of disharmony with nature will dehumanize us. Never ignore nature’s power to heal and restore and fuel us with new enthusiasm. The younger generation, glued to the cyber space do not know what...

Read More

I love to visit the church; to wander in the graveyard…
Flitting fleet-footed amongst the copse of corpses, 
The grey stone groves of death – 
I love those humble long-suffering tombstones,
They rear their bleak blackened heads...

Read More

A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked...

Read More

On a raft in the river tied to a tree, lived in an old woman of whom most folks made fun. She didn't talk much, most thought she was dumb. Kids being curious, and the...

Read More

It was cold and windy, always seemed to be the same
whenever he dug out a grave and often it would rain.
Grave digging was something he knew someone had to do
that was his job and he...

Read More

Through the blue and frosty heavens 
Far-off stars were shining bright; 
Glistening lamps throughout the City 
Almost matched their gleaming light; 
While the winter snow as lying, 
And the winter winds were sighing, 
Long ago,...

Read More

Raven was Death. She dwelt in death. She lived on death. Ages past, she had worn 
the blue-black, purple, feathers of the raven and dined on royalty at Tower hill. A 
tumble from grace had...

Read More

A Deep Dream

Monday night, tiredness drove my dreams,
and the previous day’s night, oh the night’s write
Sleep, sleep, and sleep in the deepest deepness

I was just in my mind, my body was cloudy far
And came a...

Read More

Its roof well overhung by boughs 
From the old Churchyard trees
Our small cottage rested like a
Penitent on subservient knees 
Windows at least a crack open
The old country lore reason
To let in the fresh air
No matter...

Read More

*Image of Stringer Davis and Margaret Rutherford by Fanpop.


Miss Marple's Nephew's Double Mysteries

~~0~~

Agatha Christie, 
   Agatha Christie slights through half her years,

pens a fictional, Miss Marple,
   a Miss Jane Marple by...

Read More