Short Unction Poems

R-ay
A-bove
J-unction
N-ow
I-s
S-oaring
H-igh

Topic: Poet (Rajnish Manga)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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When Erectile Disfunction
Imperils conjunction
A little suction
Aids construction
With quite natural unction...

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Unction from heavens
Mitigating crown
Ballasting nature and nurture
Ritualistic canopy
Ecological shield
Leased providence
Licensed convenience
Amended space...

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when blood ebbs cold 
           and threshold past
             consoled at last


Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
25/11/2020...

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unique in appearance
ultra-long pointed horn
unction-powered, some say
uplifting, stands for hope
ubiquitous in myths
ultimate in mystique
unreal—or is it?...

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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...

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__________O__________



I
dwelleth
jovial
in tantra dream
with grace, unction, spilling visions ingrained 
escaping a world of flesh and desire
a new born crawls
innocent 
loving
pure.. 



__________O__________

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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