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The Amadawn 'ave played the joker
for the Good folks fairy Coort
'T was they 'ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.
They 'ave given leerin pumpkin 'eads
to Dullahan's black 'eadless 'orse.
Tied the liein' Leprechain’s tongues
changed the dread Pooka's course.
Stolen the noble Banshees keen moan
an 'idden 'er bone white comb.
They 'ave lured two changeling lovers
to Red Man’s bloody 'ome.
N'er free since June the jesters play
their brash tricks on Samhain’s eve
Stealin' all the gifts left fur the dead
'neath mournin' mortals trees.
N't till the sunrise will they lave off
wid the Leprechauns in toe.
And sadly scurry 'omeward bound
sure laven us all alone!
* A verse for Samhain's Eve [Better know as Halloween] in Irish dialect
Adorned with jewels, embroidered silks and golden staffs
Richly garbed shepherds strut in their ornate robes.
Cynical, stuffy and pretentious, these popinjays are
Holdovers of regal times, a tradition ingrained into the
Bureaucracy of the church, selling salvation like a reality show.
In today's world, there is no place for such extravagant
Superfluous displays of pompous ceremony.
Heads of the church, Archbishops need to drop the image
Of anointed Lords over their flocks, and with humility, tend to the
Poor troubled souls Jesus entrusted to their care.
(Acrostic)
02/10/2020
Archbishop Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
G-rand celebration of birth
E-liminates life's misery;
N-ice warm wishes written
A-re sent to make you happy.
R-ise of the sun begins, bringing brightness to the day;
O-pening his shining face for shadows to fade away.
F-ill the big event with fun,
R-apture and gladness;
A-ugust thirty-first morn
N-ullifies the moment's mess.
C-elebration of your birth
I-s grand and so lavish;
S-adness, sorrow and ache
A-re now starting to vanish.
C-elebration of your birth
R-enovates your emotion;
I-t replaces the pressure,
S-olidifying the jubilation.
O-ne great pure laughter
L-eads to a million mirth;
O-ccasion of ecstasy,
G-rand celebration
O-f birth.
Birthday Double Tetractys for Eve
To
our friend
Eve Roper:
valued poet
every poem from her artistic hand
Reads like a painting looks - inspired! Using
only words that
proclaim her
essence:
real.
Birthday Limerick for Jan
Jan Allison, born on this day
always knows just the right words to say:
nature writes, soulful verse -
Apropos and diverse,
limericks are her playful forté
laughing loudly, I read all I can
isle of Man should be called 'Isle of Jan'
such an inspired muse
on the news (and the poos)
not to mention orange-faced pumpkin man!
// Happy birthday (January 25th) to two beloved pillars of Poetry Soup! //
Seems King 'Enry The Eighth in 'is choice of wives wasn't all that judicious.
To 'Is Grace's regret they were either too ambitious, promiscuous or capricious!
'E solved such prickly matters for five of them by divorce or grisly be'eadation!
'E 'ad to protect 'is own somewhat dubious reputation as 'ead of the nation!
Anne Boleyn and Kate 'Oward lost their 'eads to the dreaded axe,
For being a tad froward with 'Enry and with morals somewhat lax!
Marriages to Anne of Cleves and Kate of Aragon were conveniently dissolved.
Jane Seymour did 'er duty giving 'im a male heir, then died - crisis solved!
Kate Parr was widowed when King 'Enry crossed that mysterious River Styx,
But 'is five other wives as 'istory records, were left in one 'ell of a fix!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Cold drink glasses clank with the loud laughter
Heads of kin wiggle as smoky fragrance floats
Infused with garlic, spices, and squeeze of lime
Chicken kebab deeply grilled lines up the plate
Ketchup splash, onion slice garnish the delicacy
Every bite offers an aromatic and tangy treat
Nestled on the dish is a masterpiece of meat.
Keen for the alluring crispy taste and tender tang
Enjoying the dinner that bonds us with food and fun
Bounteous platters are emptied with happy speed
Appetite is satiated with savory good times spent
Bliss of feast permeates the content hearts for long.
King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!
With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!
Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!
'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!
'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
The Amadawn ‘ave played the joker
for the Good folks fairy Coort
‘T was they ‘ave egged the paper birches
an’ touch’d the scare crow’s stalks.
They ‘ave giv'n leerin pumpkin ‘eads
to Dullahan black ‘eadless ‘orse.
Tied the liein’ Leprechain’s tongues.
Changed the dread Pooka’s course.
Stol'n the noble Banshees keen moan.
an ‘idden ‘er bone white comb.
They ‘ave lured two changeling lovers
to Red Man’s bloody ‘ome.
N’er free since June, the jesters play
their brash tricks on Samhain’s eve.
Stealin’ all the gifts left fur the dead
‘neath mournin’ mortals trees.
N’t till the sunrise will they lave off
wid ‘ the Leprechauns in toe.
And sadly scurry ‘omeward bound
sure laven us all alone!
G-od's message of salvation
L-eads one toward true life;
I-nspired by the Lord's wisdom,
C-hosen ones win over the strife.
E-verlasting life it brings,
R-egardless of one's race;
I-n the kingdom of heaven,
O-ne will receive eternal grace.
S-hare the message of salvation,
A-llow it to reach all men;
N-ever neglect our duty
T-ill they all become brethren.
O-nly the message of salvation can make man truly content;
S-olid faith can he possess, to God he'll be obedient.
J-une twelfth early morn, it's more than birth celebration,
R-eady to spread and share God's message of salvation.