Short Abbey Poems

In the abbey lived Friar McFunk,
Who pounded piano while drunk,  
But to pay for his rye,
Was cought robbing the tythe,
Now they call him Felonious Monk....

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Can a teenage girl possibly thrive
On six-inches of masculine drive?
If you can revive
Then you will survive
As six-inches chugs better than five!...

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Rasputin, known as the Russian mad monk,
Was wandering through the abbey quite drunk,
He was caught somewhat unawares
By a descending flight of stairs,
His long cloak causing an ecclesiastical slump....

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With an apple a day my cheeks are still flabby
Doesn't delay the inevitable, my bod still gets shabby
Belly covers my hero
Like wearing a pillow
Still, remember the building of Westminster Abbey...

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The moor side broadcast,perpetually
amid airwaves of delirium,
aria that reverberates, from crag to scar
beacon to abbey century to century,
Everyday truth in simplicity
to ignite the human race!

© Harry J Horsman  1998...

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Cat Needs a Workout

Flabby 
Tabby

Chat Cat

Gabby
Tabby

Grumpy Cat’s Relative

Crabby
Tabby

Cat with 9 Violent Lives

Scabby
Tabby

Cat with Raggedy Coat

Shabby
Tabby

Cat of the Convent

Abbey 
Tabby

July 13, 2022...

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THE OLD VERSE:

What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?


THE NEW VERSE:

What good is it for a man to preserve his soul, yet forfeit the whole world?



"In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority" 

- Edward Abbey...

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SONGS
The music that I played to sing
Made no felicity to the brains that entered
But the true life it gospels,
Is a handful to make the day of a Bigwig.

Ferry the song to your songs
Make the aroma arouse inmates of life abbey
Every song is a bicker
That biffs every ingredient of normality...

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...
Dont be compelled to finish this
Line s are pretty words in a
Row an argument in Scottish
buy pesto with pesetas
leaning back into later
or did L eat R
would that make it a letterabal
or may be that's not literal following with
fissuraL
Abbey's mall is abysmal or IS abbey SMALL
anti......

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Incessantly it trods and plods
perpetual the pendulum
so long before the abbey bells
tolled and told of hours passing
before the ticks and tocks of clocks
or shadows crept with solstice gods
no one to worship at its start
when first it leapt with fiery heart
and in its wake our petty worlds
grow and wither and grow again
until at last a violent end
as time forgets and sweeps on by...

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Deliberately Obt
use the abs of the urd
Siring the real list
We.I read
Stray to the ger
Free to the eek
s
u
n usually under the
From the Abbey of the normals
Cor he puts in
well he is able
Always slightly O;;;;;;;;;;
.............................ff
Ooddles bitten
Take the O and the less too
k a break
Not the super gnat mural
controlling fate
a letter at a tim
.........................
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St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
But now under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year and Cambridge can win...

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In an Abbey full,
a congregation still,
in awe of a Soul
beckoned by its Creator.
In solemn exchange
his joyous embraces,
his ever infectious smile
remains embedded forever,
for through his eyes
you are all family.
His heritage continues,
passing on through the arms
of those gathered in his name.
This gentle being,
filling the Souls
of the masses joined,
with one Heart
he is within us all.
Reflect upon his wondrous Life
as you pass through
this gentle mourning...

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Autumn at the Abbey


Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays

in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.

Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.

I'll remain at my table
with lemon and tea
and look out on the land
that surrounds me.

The psalms a monk 
gave me this morning
I'll read for an hour
before sleeping. 


Donal Mahoney...

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Window at the Abbey


Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays

in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.

Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.

I'll remain at my table
with lemon and tea
and look out on the land
that surrounds me.

The psalms a monk 
gave me this morning
I'll read for an hour
before sleeping. 


Donal Mahoney...

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