Short Casks Poems

Some carry swords
All praise the Lord
Warriors, messengers,
Ministers all

Others are tasked
With opening casks
And dipping out
Glorious new wine

They splash and toss
But not a drop is lost
Heart laughter and joy ensue
Holy rolling winebibbers

Joy unspeakable
Love receivable
Drunken stupor?
No, filled with light to shine...

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Wood,
she gazed across to their titanium towers
from her granite perch across the wide

fair and wandering
what's
written for her;

and her ladder rungless,
jake's steps swallowed up,
feathers pouring through
like ripe red sack
from defrocked casks as
dusk starts dining
on the day:

night's spigot --
this delirious inkpot
tipped....

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My prayers I offer, Lord
They are like incenses brimming heavenly casks
Might is in your words
Aided, I rivers ford
Gratify us children as we ask

A long diseased child
A mother's arms released me at your hands
Garments long defiled
That mortal men reviled
Your arms enclosed, a beautious garland

An undeserved prize
My tattered garments smother in light
Uncompensated cries
That world did but despised
You did not deem so little in your sight

For yours I am by right....

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