Short Clerical Poems

While all around him were hysterical
    the captain remained calm and clerical...

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Can't help but wonder if that clerical
Cyclops has caught me in the act of
Trying to be
Vaguely human....

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oh god is this choice 
                       ~
      taking a huge leap of faith 
              only to abstain 


By
David Kavanagh...

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It's the morning dew
              a tender friend...
             In the clerical dawns
             or hell, always
             cries with me......

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It's the morning dew
              a significant friend...
             in the clerical dawns
             or infernal, always
             cries with me......

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Patrick, an old country Pastor
Who's parish was getting hard to master
He performed christenings galore.
Last month forty-four.
He wished the women ran faster....

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John Donne, English poet innovator and scholar
finished life wearing a clerical collar.
Most famous for sermons and love poetry, 
a wife and twelve children also had he....

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Evidently Error

Evidently Error ended up being clerical;
No one laughed or became hysterical;
More notes took;
Wrote a book;
Thoughts were horizontal and vertical.

Jim Horn...

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— Untitled —

Defining, refining, and timing the rhyming
And hours of thought to perfect the fine line-ing

Clerical, lyrical, sometimes, a miracle
To get a line right could feel a bit spiritual 

Hoping, not doping, and a lot oh “oh nope-ing!”
But when you are through, there will be no more moping 

~J.D. Cromwell...

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Sunny is the day for the miracle
History's type set of it just clerical
The current lack of faith hysterical
My bonds with love given are symmetrical
May Grace's light shine even and identical
From the Atheist to Evangelical
Accepted were faithless and pontifical
For the Risen cared not, nor was asymmetrical
The life given for all, forever spherical...

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He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.

He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.

A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?...

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He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.

He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.

A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?...

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The Body of Christ has been mutilated,
Placed on scale balances for bidders, 
His blood used yet still in profanity-
Drunk by freemasons and the guilty.

The devil has seized it, in it he bathes and laughs!
Why not? why not?
Our Holy Lord has been desecrated
By clerical cupidity and nominal indiferences.

Look ahead son, look over there!
beneath that roof where congregates
menfolk and clerics
The Body of Christ 
is being weighed for the buyers....

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The quacksalver’s quicksilver cure--
slathering a salt salve or quaffing mercury--
might sound like quatsch, a bad wine
of qually quality, but remember a time
when faith aligned with alchemy,
before the querical became the enemy 
of the clerical, the quisquous nature
of faith mirrored that viscous commodity;
when quiddities were not quisby oddities
and to quop and quob before mysteries
did not portend holy querimony
but recognition of the quintessence divine....

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What a dream
it was that done
in silk or organdy
as light as the wind ...
What a shower of poetry
had you to rain,
when you inebriated
in clerical verses ...
when you painted the
soul of the pages in
white and pallor
 borrowed from the moon...?
Why didn't you come in
in my world with
the ethereal clothing that
I gave you ...?
Not linen or voile,
but dream silk ...
didn't you realize
who loved you?
oh! I still love you
girl ... how do you
I still love ...!...

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