Short Monasteries Poems

Thelonious switched monasteries
  ~ Out of the frying pan into the friar...

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Light them up, the candles
in the halls of the monasteries
of your heart,
where the most humble go to pray
and sleep in your cozy breast,
like babies do when they see their mothers.

Light them up, those guns,
that conquer the egos of evil men,
and extinguish the young revolutionist,
who knows nothing more than to live.

Light them up, to the path
of a life worth living,
and not one worth dying....

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Tongues destroy what monasteries built,
And blessings fall on those consumed with guilt.
Angels visit the demon spawn ,
Watching whilst dusk turns to dawn.
The cruellest of all hide in corporate burrows,
Yet God's brow barely furrows,
And so the world keeps on whirling.
As Man's morals keep burning,
The tide is turning.
The pasture is filled with rams.
The farmer takes no notice of the silence of the lambs....

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Darest Vicar –
Tell your kins: the monks
White-haired under a false piety
Their sermons under-nourished
Many of the young inmates
Of the huge monasteries!

Darest Vicar –
Where are those gentle levant monks?
Tell your bothers: the monks
Especially that notorious monk
Wearing a huge globe over blind eyes
Wearing a tower-hat on a bald head
The prodigal partition of our nurture
Remains the perdition of the forest!...

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Fall time and it’s freezing
Poles are cold
Walls are green
See the others sneezing

Time just seems to slip away
As the ruby trees wither
Rosemary streets slither
While the talons touch the season

Turning tides rise and fall
Timbers telling treasons
Cults eviscerate taverns
Tumbling rocks they stall

Emigrating egrids eagerly expostulate
Against snails in grass
Whilst gold changes brass
Monasteries monitor maneured man...

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