Short Unction Poems
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Unction from heavens
Mitigating crown
Ballasting nature and nurture
Ritualistic canopy
Ecological shield
Leased providence
Licensed convenience
Amended space
when blood ebbs cold
and threshold past
consoled at last
Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
25/11/2020
A loser from Effingham Junction
received, from the Pope, Blessed Unction.
When they ordered him, “Down!”,
“That I am,” said the clown,
“They call it Erectile Dysfunction.”
Uncommon things unfurl;
Unmeasured acts of love,
Unerring faith and hope,
Unveil unique unction;
Unknown mysteries and
Unswerving truths unfold
Unseen, unending life...
04/30/2021
Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
To many lines now crossed!! Putin weighs carefully the
Odds..Stakes are nuclear by now to many (stupid sods!)
Pushed the row ' Heads must roll.' They will pay their own
Toll.' Gay-ne of function..and its resultant unction?
Perhaps we should enter into the more sustainable world
Functions.?
We encircled her
That February day.
Amid sustaining whir
She lay.
Had I known
The hollow was to come
I’d be there still
Hearing the hum.
Her feet were cold
I tried to warm them
She lay so still
Mine own sweet gem.
Her brain they said
Beyond all function.
The friar led the
Extreme unction.
Oh damn that day
With its bright big sun
We loved the snow.
Look what it’s done.
Snow’s mute mica
glimmers and arches
in aging trees
under the quiet unction of snow.
Always
we must be going
nowhere.
There are few reprieves
or commuted sentences of snow.
We are past pleasure—
contemplation
is an afterthought—
fresh rabbit tracks
in newly fallen snow
through frosted windows—
pale moons of blood
blurred white
around ivory edges
of a perfect world.
Many Days should speak, and multitude of
Years should teach wisdom, I said. But
There is a spirit in man: and the inspiration
Of the Almighty giveth him understanding; therefore,
No prophecy is by the will of man, but holy men of
God speak and write the word as they are moved By the
Unction of the Holy Ghost for the edification and
Exhortation and comfort of those who will hear and read.
Walking the line… as dancers in life
Stepping gingerly avoiding strife
Step by step not looking left or right up or down
Eyes fixed upon living life’s line --
Played out by Klotho—
Measured by Lachesis
In a nanosecond a fatal slip,
Causes an unexpected trip
Atropos’ final snip--
Fragile system malfunction
Resulting in extreme unction.
I as you, play my part
As we on Charon’s craft depart.
My brother, one year younger
and an athlete of some note,
once found my private notebook,
seeing poetry I wrote.
Before that day I fancied that
my writing held some unction;
I worked to craft each poem so
to serve a noble function.
I'd rather hoped each one would stir
its reader's soul profoundly,
but brother claims their value lies
in helping souls sleep soundly.
written 5 Feb 2023
A treatise on regenerating life
Old Man Winter's residual cultivated by Spring's mid-wife
Into fertile cavity seed with precision did knife
In earth's dark bosom; cauldron of strife
With jolting, painful movements rife
Helios incubated the embryonic pod
Unction sparked from Zeus's rod
Jupiter's vital streams embalmed ingrown clod
With growing pressure swelling kernel did prod
Fledgling shoots pushed through birth canal onto sod
COPLA DIECISIETE : This Bad Guy World
After-life: litmus of this life
Some know how to make us connive:
Make us repent?
So they console us in this life
By spiriting guilt while alive:
Pardon well spent?
Confess now to be made pure clean
Extreme unction frees you from doubts:
Who takes last step?
Bad guys all feel their wombs thus clean
Sin is sin: numbers don’t hold clouts:
Lone the last step!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Proclaiming with unction
Christ's love no question
Christ's grace no seduction
Pouring out in motion
Rendering no option
Faded not, still sustain
Ages can tell, experiencing undiluted
Trigger the guilt, confession made easy
The world is love, he gave us his one
He cherish his own not to perish
He saved me, he saved you
Rich in kindness, the foundation he holds.
Tarry you, you enjoying it
Everlasting, his claimed is long lasting.
Borne
from
the
heart
Of
Africa
An
attire
Unique
in
design
With
a
fashion
Made
from
a
version
The
fraction
Of
a
nation
With
a
vision
An
inscription
Of
passion
Not
a
notion
But
an
unction
To
provide
wears
With
favourable
colours
And
a
flavour
To
savour
Being
created
From
a
fabric
Slick
and
meek
Not
from
the
attic
But
From
the
Latin
word
"PULCHER"
meaning
BEAUTIFUL