Short Choristers Poems

A vicar whose sermons were boring
Caught one of his choristers snoring
The lesson was taught
He cut sermons short
And numbers in church are now soaring!

12.01.23...

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From my bathroom throne
		I overlook heads of trees
		men for all seasons
		who sway and still
		like felt and feathered burghers
		dependent on his lordship’s
		words.

		In glowering times
		they cloak themselves in mist,
		hiding like fleshless nerves
		from courts and kings
		and the kings’ best choristers
		the birds....

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The mockingbird sings,
Emulating rings,
Confusing all nearby birds.
He keeps me awake;
Won’t step on the brake.
So glad he cannot speak words.

For what I utter
Might cause a flutter
Among other choristers.
“Please choose one,” I smile,
“And do not compile
The sweet tunes of your sisters”


*Written July 27, 2014 for Dr. Ram's "Alouetee" contest...

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Fresh flakes come pirouetting down
To softly lie below
And cloak the peaceful churchyard in
A crystal bed of snow.

Young choristers in unison
Raise voices to proclaim
The dawning of redeeming grace
And glory of His name.

And once again this Christmas time
The Saviour’s love imparts 
An everlasting gift of peace
To humble, contrite hearts.


01.12.19

F T I SPECIAL for advent : Brian Strand...

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Grey turns the sky at noon:
Broken arrows storm the atmosphere
With their terrible mastiff and slavers
And carted away the glowing stars.
I gazed with a blurred lens
Into the sky where the sparrows fly	
But the smoke from the burning huts 
Had scared away the sparrow’s choristers: 
No song, no peace, not even a glimpse of hope 
No light, no night, not even the sweet shining stars
For smiling sorrows swings back and forth the town	
And clanged to the souls that once did smile...

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