Long Pontiff Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GENERA editions by Colin Simms,...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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This is a tale of ancient times
And a knight of valiant heraldry
Who followed true his knightly code,
The weight of righteousness his load,
All sheathed in heaven's grace he rode,
And practiced naught save chivalry.

From the Pope a...

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Sans sixth (psychic) sense...
poise zen dystopian rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
United States storied republic, 
which alarming horror 
points to instantaneous annihilation
of America the beautiful;
(ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic...

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America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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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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To my rivers of thinking needles in my heart to the haters’ smile goes to the cake love, I cannot stop lamenting to lemonade. My comrades they were sealed in plastics bags to pontiff to...

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A nubile young vicar named Jude
Was seen swimming, totally nude
The bishop said WOW
Just look at you now
Your assets - they need to be viewed!

Fiction write!

07-05-17

Invited him home for a drink
A toast as their glasses did...

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Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display 
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling 
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your...

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Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate

within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once...

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Proffered no reprieve, led was I like cow 
By clinic’s nurse to slaughterhouse, I thought, 
The wise me cursing the rebel me now, 
All mute, betwixt devil-pain-and-doc caught. 
Take thermal waves— weighty words waft from...

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A new Pope
A new hope
Farewell to Pope Francis
Who did a wonderful job as a great clergy
As we know, age believes in no dynasty
We come and we go like a kiss
New blood is needed from time...

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In power's shadowed halls, where destinies lie, 
Two titans faced off, ambition held high. 
Henry, the monarch, resolute and strong, 
Clement, the Pontiff, with justice lifelong. 
 
Henry, a Tudor, with fire in his plea—...

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As His plane landed on the tarmac on and on the band had played
The people He does attract in such an act of love being displayed
Greeting all the dignitaries and others who are in front...

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when we looked way out far
at what woule be fruit bar
someone broke (abjudicated) the jar
like a rising star 

when having growth spurt
while I did play in the dirt
would be sure to hurt

after location
there would be...

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Far from educations superstition
In the barren fields they planted their tyranny 
Where the pagan made a cross of stars
In the green lands of their mysticism

Yet still by ancient tongue they have spoken
Be they a black...

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The sky is in an apoplectic quandary why tonight
Earth is entirely too old to be on solid holy ground
Atmospheres confuse the colors in the air with reason
There is nothing to be seen there anyway, it's...

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In this strategic somewhere
Battalions marched to nowhere
Keeping peace in face of dragons
Concealed in the foothills.
Tiger tracks in sand vanish
As though sucked into oblivion,
Wiped out by desert storms
And the unforgiving winds.
Dear Whoever letters mailed
To post-boxes, obliviously,...

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The pontiff and I

Finally, the pope left, I saw him leave in a helicopter, dressed
in fetching white, his bishops wore black dresses with red stripes like the Norwegian Gestapo wore during the war.
They say 1.5...

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The Pope is dying,
clinging to life like any other shmuck.

When my mother died,
(bless her excommunicated heart),
she lay in State as serene
as a sleeping cat under a fading sun.

Dogs don't care about death,
death is just another...

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Tulip turning. 1 2 3. Prettily pasting post in a tree. Shapeless orbs ornately decorated. And a singing bowl asleep near a fridge freezer. Radio not a field mouse. Declaration airwaves. A mothball flu. Power...

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But to fulfill
The fruit of weary pursuit 
Where at once comes enlightenment 
Through gifts
Of man's hard word

Righteously to stand
Proud to obey
In scripture
The Pontiff 
Recites words
Spoken in loving ways

And now
Of solid doctrine
Where love 
Shall light the...

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If I had dominion over yesterday
I would've love to see it once again
But I'm powerless like war armed battalion
Captured by their enemy in the war front.
If I had control over tomorrow
I would've appreciate it today...

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Nobody listens to God anymore...
even the pontiff has an ear of salt and stone.
Cherry cheeked cherubs play frisbee with their halos
the masses display sin like a cheap brooch
as those four horsemen are surely approaching.

Our collective...

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