Long Rood Poems

*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw a ewe eat a yew.
I ate on the ait eight...

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Tim was a poet but lost for words as he pondered the meaning of the cross

Sat by the road side of his inner world and wondered which way to proceed

His bones were weary his skin...

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These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and/or Middle English.


The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn
anonymous Medieval lyric
translation by Michael R. Burch

The maidens came to my mother’s bower.
I had all I...

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CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they 
tried to run between the bus stop and the bench where eye was standing waiting 
for the...

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I feel privileged.

I have been chosen by the Government 
as part of a group testing something called 
Edible Clinical Marijuana.

Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito 
because the name sounds sort of...

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CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
PARTTWO
The decadence of Society, RUDE, has finally sickened me; the only thing to do is 
pray to GOD to quicken me when he bumped me and all eye did was make the 
references to...

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The singer sang from beyond the grave,*
Or in his grave, to be true.
His voice reached up to the architrave
And vibrated in every pew.

The vicar called on the choir to sing
As loud as loud they could.
But...

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The Crucifixion Of the Christ

Lo and behold, on this rood
On it once lay a great sacrifice
Of God’s only Beloved son
With his blood spilt on the wood
He washed away every vice
The cuffs of all our sins...

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The night would steal his love away 
across the bridge of the moon. 
He knew that it might try one day, 
But it has come that bit too soon. 

It cut itself a creature, 
From...

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Have you stepped out bare footed?
In the rood full of pebbles,
sometimes hot pitched and 
sometimes glass rooted?

Have you watched them play?
Wishing to have someone to care,
with fear at night and
got chased away in day?

Have you...

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A Homophonic Incident of  Her Life 

It’s knot a ferry tail butt an incident of a pour girl’s life, weather you believe it or knot. Hare goose the tail—

She war a guys and one
ate...

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Yikes, all I feel is attitude with zero Christmas mood.
Blessed am I for Jesus’ birth and sacrificial rood,
but Santa and his deer had best just skip our roof
or I might very well rage out on...

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 Inspired by the Psalms
at Holy Rood House trauma training day. 

God in Jesus you suffered alone on the cross,
bearing blame, isolated, alone.

How can we understand this virus that sets asunder
as part of your creation?
What...

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Wont you carry me through this darkness, Lord,
won't you flood me with your light?
Won't you guide me along this narrow road,
won't you show me what is right?
Won't you scratch my hardened surface,
won't you feel my...

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I am a child again 
I know no loss or gain 
Oft oblivious of pain
Till I  conscious regain. 

Do I wake or sleep, 
I see the stars weep
As they crackers peep,
Am I awake or...

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Not on the streets where one would fear for safety.
In a home where nobody is rood.
Not under a bridge in search of a place to sleep.
A bed upon a pedistol for a wonderful night of...

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Not on the streets where one would fear for safety.
In a home where nobody is rood.
Not under a bridge in search of a place to sleep.
A bed upon a pedistol for a wonderful night of...

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Springtime is more than just flowers and sun.
April is drenched, and bees will have much fun.
Swarming insects frighten with bites and harm. 
A staining sludge swamp and stinky silt farm. 

Sneeze and hay heat-stinging eyes are a...

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M-me   S-stranger

M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i lern a thing ore three

S-***hole

M-watt u say
yea wok away
hee-haw-why-yen wee...

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October ochre sage writhes betwixt winter’s loom and the summers gone     astray
Chartreuse spilling out of season’s way to darker afternoons bewitched by greys
Tainted tinge of hints upon newly painted trees and...

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Each of us comes with a story
of how we found this community;
	a place to turn to 
where we are heard and held.

Each of our stories is woven
into the fabric of belonging;
	folded together
to ensure safety and...

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One cross 
Left side 
Silent bore the shame of cursed 
Guilt, with scant remorse and no 
Small scoff 
Unfearful of 
Dying breath. 

Middle rood 
Central one 
Focus of the centuries distant yon 
Condemned to die...

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