Long Sacrament Poems
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Not long ago
Say, about 300 years
Two Indigenous tribes
Nearly disappeared
Others came
From year to year
Hunters, trappers
And future peers
John Sutter
A Swiss guy
This city became
The place to try
At Sutters Mill
Gold was found
In Coloma
Now ghostly grounds
But this place of new
With its foundations down
Pre 1849
It was just a town
February 27th
1850
This town now
Became a city
In its gorgeous valleys
With 2000 fruit tree's
It's agriculture was born
A taste to please
To the modern world
You should see it now
High rise buildings
A place so proud
As we all remember
From it's infant years
Like every other named city
Shared strife and tears
The past has been
As our future tells
But a certain few
Have to be remembered as well
What these tribes left
So little to show
But a city grew
Called Sacramento
" For Barbara Gorelick "
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—On the Sight That Waited for You—
Did I love then? My sight had learn’d to lie,
and clothed each apparition in borrowed light;
I kiss’d the dawn and watch’d the western sky,
and deem’d the numinous in mortal sight.
I call’d the rain’s pale argent fall divine,
made vanishing a sacrament of flame;
and made each fugitive splendour a shrine,
and gave the passing world an endless name.
Till thou didst enter—and the very air
seem’d suddenly vacat’d of what it feign’d;
the rain still silver’d every waiting stair,
yet through each interstice the dark remain’d.
I kiss’d thy hand—and all my heavens knew
their light had only been rehearsing you.
Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.
The form of the poem, the rhyme.
Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.
Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place where the deer lay
down their bones
and, like them, die alone.
When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
nothing can be done or faked.
The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator,
we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
Organic computers using polymerase and qubits came later.
I was called
to bring the Sacrament
to a woman in fear
with a nurse as chaperone
who earlier had guided her
to the Hospital Chapel
for fear of meeting a man
fear triggered
by the gravity of past abuse.
The Sacrament of the presence
of Jesus abused
received
tentatively I said
“Shall we shake hands?”
She looked down
said nothing
I turned to leave.
With my back turned
I heard the nurse
“She's holding out her hand
she wants you to shake it.”
Her hand was trembling
I held it very lightly
very briefly.
To the nurse she said
in amazement
“I've shaken a man's hand!
I've shaken a man's hand!”
Praise be to God
for a sacrament with healing.
A strong and privileged memory from 25 years ago.
Baptism is a Sacrament that cleanses us with original sin
Makes us children of God and heirs of heaven
Actual sins and all the punishment due to them are remitted by Baptism
The person baptized be guilty of any
Baptism is necessary for salvation because without it, we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven
The priest is the ordinary minister of Baptism but in case of necessity one who has the use of reason may baptize
Whoever baptizes should put water on the head of the person to be baptize thee in the name of the father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit
There are 3 kinds of baptism: Baptism of water, Baptism of desire and Baptism of Blood
Baptism of water is that which is given by pouring water on the head of the person to be baptized, and saying the: I baptize thee in the name of the father, and of the son and of the Spirit
Baptism of desire is ardent to receive baptism and to do all that God has ordained for our salvation.
Baptism of blood is the shedding of one’s blood for the faith of Christ
Baptism of desire or blood is sufficient to produce the effect of the baptism in water, if it is impossible to receive the baptism of water
In Baptism we promise to renounce the devil and all his works and pomps
The name of a saint is given in Baptism in order that the person baptized may imitate his virtues and have him for a protector
Godfathers and godmothers are given in Baptism in order that they may promise in the name of a child, what a child itself would promise if it had the use of reason.
The obligation of the godfather and godmother is to instruct the child in its religious duties, if the parents neglect to do so or die
Thy beauty lasts but for a moment in my mind
For worldly maidens die to quick and silent beats in time
While angel’s continuing choruses do loudly sing
A clear and constant melody of eternal spring
On the breath of this immortal love
All gardens bloom and fade above
The ancient cry of winter’s repenting
Lone, full, silent and unrelenting
Cascades of unknown dreams come tumbling down
Past sacrifice and sacrament new found
And come to rest in an eternal silver star-filled pool
Where the secrets of the sacred world again reign full
There the faces of constant angels shine out bright
From the reflected surface of the water’s divine light
As we are held in constant trust and love
Of the eternal sacred presence of paradise above.
I'll marry you, for health and wealth
but not till you're old and gray...
(I'm not opposed to leaving you
for a younger woman someday...)
Don't be surprised, my pet
afterall WE didn't wait
So obviously marriage is not
necessary to conjugate
You believed we were besties
but don't be fooled my dear
Now you are my lust object
or I'll tell everyone you're *****
Now do most the at-home work
and go work outside it too
Money is much more important
than whether you're content or blue
Go ahead and raise the kids
going to church, and praying
But you knew when you married me
I'm not into all that! (Just saying!)
To me, marriage is just a deal
not a holy Sacrament
Guess that means you could annul
if I misunderstood what it meant
Eyecatcher watch the showery inky sky
Focus eyes saw a thousand stars go by.
They sang paradise tweet songs in the tree
While going up on all branches to see
The stars bringing down gems from heaven,
Many earthworms, borne their wish given.
The distinction might be the world they gave,
like beautiful flowers sprawled on a grave.
With names, we have steadfast on our breath,
They live and taste the sacrament of death.
Leave careless eyes to roam for possession,
Their striking lament attracts attention.
Other birds join in the hunting fellowship,
Pecking at wood and dirt with the coarse lip.
Each one near, with distance barely apart,
Not close enough to break the other’s, heart.
Eyecatcher, among the pleasant pheasant,
Covered in a brilliant colored garment.
From plumage to yellow crest tip red.
Their distinctive scarlet breast in beauty fed,
Dark shoulders, feathers, and striking long tail,
It's upper back, apocalypse green and pale.
Eyecatcher, elegance in picturesque scene
Oriental plumes, a tropical paradise dream.
You said that you would wait for me
Despite whom you were with
That you would leave them longing
And we could finally live.
Yes… I was much younger
And didn’t know what best
And yes I kept this secret…
And played it close to chest
But years I have been waiting
My feelings never left
But now you are in love again
And children you’ve been blessed
But still I always find you
And now and then we talk
But now you have another
And my meagre heart is wrought
I know I made you wait for me
I should have shared the truth
But I was scared to lose you
Through the sacrament of youth
But now we are both older
And miles and miles apart
And nothing can be done to change
The aching in my heart
I know that you still love me
Have and always will
But the fact I cannot touch you…
And probably never will
It kills a major part of me
The one that you hold still
The one that keeps on beating
And probably always will
Until that day befalls me
The day we finally meet
I’ll sit here waiting patiently
My soul mate I will greet…
Lazy moon winks golden reflections of melting black sunshine
yearning it's desire against the blue evening sky.
Smiling widely, a rainbow appears like magic before my eyes,
each beautiful color shining like the jeweled tears it cries.
Red lips and dusk's royal blue cheeks, gleam as they pass by
greeting the night, they're pure delight, against the blazing skyline.
In vivid intensity my bewildered mind watches in perplexing delight,
confused by what I think is real and what just can't be right.
All to soon I hear the stars as they scurry through the night
creating flames that burn the rainbow colors from my sight.
In my mind the darkness whispers words of screaming fright.
Devoid of thought the moon dissolves to a dot of fading light.
Longing release from this awful sight, my eyes I open wide
So close to me, as I'm coming home, my sacrament by my side,
dot on square just lying there, I place it on my tongue.
05/22/16
In addition to being a Rhyme form poem it is also Acrostic.