Long Homilies Poems

OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR 
DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES 
AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER 
SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF 
MOUNT CARMEL...

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To my sisters,
and narrow-way brothers,
in Jesus Christ
as Supreme U.S. Savior,

I reached U.S. voting age during the 70s.
During this time,
the Religious Right
and Republican Party Center
were about the same place;
not distinguishable,
inscrutable, perhaps.

In strong conserving defense of retail-commodified...

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He gave me a strong impact,
with his gift for immemorial gestures;
he embraced the sick and handicapped
he kissed the soil of the nation on his first vist.

As an occupant of the Chair of St Peter,
he brought...

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This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid 
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying 
   trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp...

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Is what I do really important in the grand scheme of things?
13 billion years, we get 80, what a sweet little fling...
knowledge is relative,
let me put it into perspective,
geocentrism used to be accepted fact,
man has...

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Beyond speech
Before the words
Even leave your lips
Thinking about thinking
Looking at your thoughts
I see the building blocks 
Of your breaking down
It's noisy sound image
An abstract tree growing concepts
In a forest needing life

* Simeon wages its demise...

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I deem it important to attend church for my spiritual maturation.
I really savor the fellowship of a loving and caring congregation.
I especially relish the potluck suppers and other social interactions,
But even in this worshipful scenario,...

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Revisionist lies sold as materialistic truth
American tagged merchandise
voter bazaar discount barter
Stars and Stripes twenty-one gun salute
Intellectual dishonesty ... shifting core values
Leave compassion at the border,
separate the parents 
from their sons and daughters
Patriotic homilies be the...

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Arise at sunrise to surprise the exercise
Which in a twist of fate
Sought and wrought from you and I the prize
Wrapped and fastened in a debt 

Incurred by our families
Unknown to you and I
In concealed diaries,...

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Senior citizens 
Crated in old people’s homes
Discarded denizens
Wrinkled forms

Pivotal during heyday
Generating national growth
Beyond payday
Bestowing cloth

On backs of offspring
Pouring sweat day and night
Zip in their gait and spring
Delight and sunlight

In hearts of extended families
Fountains of love...

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you tell yourself maybe it's good news
you tell yourself it's not what you fear
you tell yourself this just can't be happening
you tell yourself oh God, -- it's here

you tell yourself I just talked with him
you...

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Lungs that exhale lofty tones,
higher learning ... Mt. Olympus invocation
Elevated flung lightning bolts of linguistic illusion,
fancy worded dreams
floating ...
between 
open cranial empty spaces

Diaphragm skywalkers
verbally illuminating prosthetic landscapes
of skin-deep lip topography
Giving interval beeps 
of sonar, irregular...

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How beautiful is sky of setting dusk!
Why then the setting old age seems to tire? 

Eve inspires to conclude unfinished dreams,
If so, why should the setting old age tire? 

The setting sun inspires the search...

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For God Did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world
 but that the world might be saved through Him.  John 3:17

In this season of penance
When we focus on our sins
It’s...

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Opening of borders

It deeply touches and bothers
When closed are a country’s borders:
Sealed, helpful channel of a trade
Of super grade.

They needlessly suffer,
Who chiefly feed from neighbour’s offer,
To their radios, a glued concerned ear,
Wanting to a different...

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Within the vast cathedral’s lofty walls
A cardinal delivered his address
From proud zucchetto perched upon his head
To buckled shoes, a picture of finesse.

His scarlet cassock swayed with regal pride
And eyes admired the purity of lace
Exquisitely displayed...

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The foresight

When I look back on my life, which I seldom do
I think in my writing, I should be deeper; alas, my self-mockery gets in the way.
Why should I think I`m intellectual to have any...

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Wrapping him in  a blue blanket he hands him over to me 
outside the snow is falling, as I gaze at him my hearts about to burst 
all the pushing is over, now its...

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From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature,
looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure;
ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course - one of the best,
but you're nowhere near of passing such...

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Oceanic crescents soar
Your birth of a billion suns
Essence simple to adore
With glints of soul salvations

Beneath our mirrored playground
Wraiths build pillars of deceit
Your resonance rings profound
They quake to dust at your feet

Confounded by mystery
The veil of...

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The times twist and rise like rare tornadoes 
Timelines elsewhere just turn into homilies
And the stars-turned-hearts are  bleeding blues
The happenstance-moon for once is not made
of light to light up our home CFL’s
The rain gods...

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With your teachings, tired tunes I’m tired, 
Hauling its harsh import, I’m tired.

Not with my frugal fate, it’s fine, 
Your rating jewels as jade, I’m tired.

By your discourse, a bit iffy,
Karmic fate of if-then, I’m...

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Your First Breath 
David J Walker

Should I try
To name and number
 The nameless days and
	Numberless nights

I am 
	Another beginning
	A being
The alpha and omega of
	Another day spent

Remembering each morning
Each new day forming
	Less of sight 
and more...

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To either family The Land is God’s Gift:
A Divine Portion plus Trophy to lift,
All trespassers to quit making it swift,
Another day to never towards it drift …

A Land The Talk of legal documents gone through
And...

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We all retain, at heart, a love of squares –
the ones who wear pyjamas, say their prayers:
staid Ministers of Minuscule Affairs,
so sound at spouting homilies, splitting hairs,
the Fred Astaires who wound up Red Adairs –
you...

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