Short Spiritus Poems

Veni
sancte
spiritus-
power from on
high...

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Femina spiritus.
Breezy skirted.
There above it; in name of Spring
World, perfuming.
Of rose, iris embroidered
Back and forth sway.
In who's temple, to Flora's own
Prayful wait shown....

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Holy Spirit, be my guest
be at my guard
be with me during a test
Holy Spirit be my friend
today and tomorrow
and until the end
fighting demons with your holy wind
fill me with heavenly fire
Only God's desire
and lift me up on the wings of a dove
filled with heavenly love
Veni Sancte Spiritus...

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Dolichonyx Oryzivorus
    spiritus lapsae

Spring has come.
Redwings in marshes,
declaring ownership of
reeds!

Rice Birds!
Dolichonyx Oryzivorus!
Bobolinks!
Redwing cousins,
hopping in the yard;
more up than along!

Long thinking, along;
maybe I'm wrong?
Bobolink  singing,
more up than along!...

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Born fully human,
more fully Divine

Our Savior upon us,
existence sublime

The sum of three persons,
all persons as one

His love in the mystery
sent down from above

A choice beyond question,
its truth beyond fact

All faith in transcendence
—unsetting the trap


(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)...

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The divinity of art
hiding in the folds
Draping o’er the multitudes
placing time on hold   

Its pristine encumbrance
so gently it calls
Speaking to our purity
transcending the small

The divinity of art  
in all of its forms
Its music seeks to woo us
its canvas adorns

And once it gains entry
our emptiness hides
Eternity surrenders  
—and Heaven presides

(The New Room: May, 2023)...

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O dubious malicious horribilus
cunnigfilux goodfornothingfilux nillux;
go to hellishbellish boomboodydoomland.
Mean notsoclean bullfart smellitnot
go punking dunking blunking monkeying
jumpingjack bigfat*** fullofmethanegas
evilus spiritus devious mischievous
coronavirus getitis gastritis meningitis, 
run out helter skelter to wither thither
into a zypher cypher blither blackhole.

27.5.2020...

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Short in stature,
long in fight,
the zealot stood his ground

The odds unfavored,
no end in sight,
 victory still unfound

The daylight haunting,
the body count,
the field a sea of blood

A bugle blowing
for one last charge,
advancing through the mud

With force depleted
but spirit whole,
his voice heard far and wide…

“Into the jaws
of certain death
—for glory now we ride” 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)...

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Let us look to see
Nothing we knew before time
Disfigured us all

What I use to mean
I cannot give account for
Nor you explain still

A function machine
Has swallowed us, we go in
Awake, out asleep

Becoming something
We were not meant to pursue
It pursues us here

No beauty born now
Nor beast close to Jerusalem
The lamb's long now dead.

Frogs despising hawks
Out of Egypt sucks the moon
Bloodless white. I smiled

When the door opened
The sun is rising too late
To close doors again....

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