Long Clement Poems

In the Last days of January 2016 father Antony was wondering where he could find a person or persons who would be able to clear the badly overgrown Church garden He had inherited just two...

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Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)



A mixture of the brute and the divine
                    ...

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His name is Joseph Ratzinger, the new pope Benedict XVI,
Installed as the two hundred sixty-fifth pope since foundation;
he’s a staunch defender of orthodox Catholic doctrine;
he’s German, an accomplished polyglot and theologian,
a good friend with sincerity...

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SURSUM CORDA 

(for Ruth and Clement Mc Cormack, 
Bridgton, Maine)

“Come see us, we’ll talk about the job."

you were convalescent, generous, 
and anxious to get your hands moving
into the garden among the buds and birdsong 
ready...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Since adopting the guise
of Norwegian bachelor farmer,
I may as well fabricate genetic stock
lock, and barrel linkedin to Celtic legend.

Sentimentalism invariably swelled me bosom
regarding how grown former bonny lad,
essentially mutely...

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My Village

When I live in the city
I always say what a pity.

When l live on the farm
I always say what a charm.

On the farm, I feel smiling spring.
Green lands, sweet swallows do sing.

In the city,...

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A very touching version of Clement Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.

T’was the night before Christmas, and all throughout comm.
We sat at our consoles, expecting...

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When tongue is silent, but muse is chanting - that's poetry.
When we write what the heart has been asking - that's poetry.

As dawn's hues glisten golden rays, in blue, bronze, orange skies,
musings mirror daydreams, so...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse....'
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'Tis the season for the yules of good tidings

For soon is the day in which we celebrate 

The...

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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough...

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                Connections, how are they made?
Perceptions waved in radio, station identification 
made, declared, paved.
Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere.
Staging...

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“Stroke-a-back
stroke-a-back
someone’s going to touch you
in a moment from now,
I’ll draw the snake
but I won’t end it.”   
                ...

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( after Achebe's  remembrance)

We opened our book of remembrance with a
Blissful kola nut from Ogidi,then poured libation
On that same ground that once held our eyes of unity. 
Your photograph is that which hung on...

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Clinging to the edge feverishly, knuckles whitening viciously, hanging on to you, hands gripping you tightly, letting you drag me along, this crumbling road, this winding path, made for two. Frozen, still as a rock,...

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Long before Babylonians, Assyrians, Persians and Greeks, 
Before Hammurabi, Sargon and Ramses ruled 
The world below their feet;
Before biblical scenes and mythological dreams 
Of magical carpet rides,
I knew you back then 
Where sea breezes begin
And...

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Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
     this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
     desiccation ravaging with choke

hold thee aim rilled isle,
...

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Discolored ,broken sea-shells
scattered through an unprestine sand,
while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish;
remainants of what once was
life tossed ashore:
where the observant
wasn't clement
as if they serve no purpose... 

Polluted beach, where folks bake
confidently in the sizzling...

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A mixture of the brute and the divine Man is,
That’s why the strife in his soul never ends
As the eternal adversaries for superiority strive
In the depths of everyone’s divided heart.

     ...

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Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, 
I want you, I miss you…… Mum!
Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me!
As something inside me is burning,
Let me be, let me! Be...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being...

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He came into the world, the usual way,
Kind of small and unusual they said,
Little did they know how wrong they could be? 

A heart as strong as a lion has he,
With will to match, the...

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BARTERED
By:Clement A. Chipande

I knew I was surrounded by inhumane perverts
I guarded my innocence with my entire sincere heart
I rebuffed snitchy men for fear it might get hurt
I sniffed every compliment for a stench of flirt
I...

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I begin my descent on earth in the vertical
charmed to spin Chantal in the horizontal
100 times I could feel beating at the sleep his liver 
then to take the tangent when she awakes just after
there...

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Many do they number ,
                         the times I have been alone,...

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