Long Friars Poems

Silent, alone, with no mates at all
We went on there one forth the other back,
Like the minor friars a narrow way crawl.

Of the Aesop’s tale was now on the track
My thought after the previous seen...

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I stopped there, and saw two showing high rate
Of their will, on their face, to join with me;
But were hampered by narrow street and weight.

When reached us, with their eyes awry to see
Then looked at...

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Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month at last. 
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1) 
The...

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The Bad Priest
In Lyons (I think it was Easter, 1438),
I was a priest and somehow can recall
the dim church, the heavy clouds of frankincense
and the knights and the peasants lined up for communion.
I chanted the...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning


Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet,
Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey,
Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses,
Like Rodan...

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Take me to a lovely place where love has learned all that it has to learn 
A quiet spot where soul can sigh and ease into the heart, like magic
Kachina dolls are we exchanging nature's...

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On the side of the road to the Small Mission
Of Nuestra Senora del Los Milagros
A white rose stands under the shadow to peace all divisions
Protected by a majestic Eucalyptus with branches we cannot dose

Adeline was...

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The helmsman sings a merry song:
Haec est vera fraternas,
and downs a cup of something strong,
Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas.

The sailors dance a lusty jig,
forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig.
Young princes and their ladies fair
join in...

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The helmsman sings a merry song:
Haec est vera fraternas,
and downs a cup of something strong,
Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas.

The sailors dance a lusty jig,
forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig.
Young princes and their ladies fair
join in...

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The scent of lavender and Rosemary 
In the hedgerows as I walk 
The fox disappearing so quickly 
Into the hollow caves of chalk.

Within the old oak acre 
The trees reach up to meet the sky...

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Love the true God,
and let him fight your many
battles for you when you're weary;
love Him and seek His favor...
He is the truest friend
to run to in times of fear!

Ever wonder why most people don't find
a...

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Written: January 10, 2025

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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled...

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Towns lay in ashes as soldiers marched to the sound of defeat

Clowns mocked surrender and wiped mascara off sooty cheeks

Frowns disguised shrapnel of eyeshadows in languishing tears

Gowns shredded doubts and hope when a bugle blessed...

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For over 30 years at least once a year
we have gone to Keswick for a holiday
so it's our very favourite place to go
such beauty displaced there every day

This little town of only 5000 population
lies in...

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Neither riches or titles can assure happiness and freedom;
one can have treasures of green and gold,
but they can't reverse age when one gets old...
is it worth living in any mansion and dying of boredom?


Neither riches...

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An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.

Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.

Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially...

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Dante, don't speak to me of Purgatory and Hell,
I've climbed that steep mountain and doing well...
rather, talk of Beatrice and her stunning beauty,
and to her dedicate new verses of fine poetry.



Dante, you were very spiritual...

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It is the arts that need no God
to crystallize a paradise--
the painter and the sculptor 
are aware that through their wrists, 
and underneath their fingers grow 
a deity that all men know and feel 
as...

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Who knows who would 
'true valiant be'
when you can't see 
beyond the end of your nose?
who knows?

It has to be Sunday some day
and today is some day for some
hymns and hers (towels in the bathroom)
down...

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Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.

If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is...

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Hello and so
How are you
You you you
Cats and pills
All the ills
Of being still
Playing games
Naming names
It's all the same
Shame, shame, shame.
Love and lust
Who can you trust? 
Prepare for the just.
Look at the state
Of the union relate
To...

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Lacy tablecloths
Sweet music
Red ornamental vestments
Gold tapers flickering
Red bound book
A sip of wine
White cowl on red
Bowed heads, folded hands
Ruby wine sipped from chalice
Folded white linen napkin
Genuflecting nodding heads
In pious agreement
Brown robbed friars faces
Cynosure of white ribbed...

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Melchizedek is a King of Salem
Priest of God Almighty
“You are a Priest forever, a High Priest
“Father " is what we call the Friars or the priest

Father Christ nudges me to use Christ after Father
Father Christ...

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Father is how we call Friars and Catholic priests
On earth Jesus Christ is not a priest
He is a Priest forever according to King Melchizedek
People will die

Melchizedek is King of Salem
Melchizedek is a Priest of God
He...

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