Short Vestments Poems
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Mission houses reverential
treasures, field tools most essential,
priestly vestments sacramental.
Very active.
Seen as highly influential.
View's attractive.
The fable man palms do perspire,
Knees inadequate,
Limbs do joxtapose in overabundance.
Purge grazes over the fable man's vestments.
Mother's Italian vermicelli.
Love Each New Vestment
love each new vestment
And wonder where old ones went
To God they were sent
Jim Horn
Church just received new choir vestments
here at St. James Episcopal in Shallotte,
NC.
A druid climbs the sacred oak, white gowned
to bring the holy mistletoe to ground.
With a golden sickle in his hand,
caught in his vestments, its brought to land.
Then, they feast beneath the sacred tree
gifting two white bulls for God's bounty.
Neither in the cavernous cathedral
nor in the minister’s glittering vestments
But in the anguish of the widow
the outstretched hand of the beggar
The loneliness of the orphan ~ There
you will find it, if that is what you truly seek
Gray arteries
are laid bare
An altar
is beset
by hands
of crones
begging alms
in pulses
of arboreal blood
grasping
at drab vestments
of indifferent sky
1st Place
Early June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted: 6/6/17
A Beautiful Collection
Artistic. Brilliant colours. Dainty embroidery.
Fragile golden hues in jewelled kaftans.
Light multicoloured needlework on patchwork quilts.
Rich silken tapestries
Unusual vestments with xstitching. Yarmulke & Zucchetto.
Upon swollen knees
beg mercy... please!
surely hail showers
dirty deeds
save only deity forgive
thieves of moral trust... pan liars,
bloviating from tainted pulpit
surely hell awaits
,demonic soul,
from pious froth,
earnest turn shoulder cold
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
The spring
arrived in town
with her face washed,
with her flowery vestments
and her a child's heart...
Now in the spring city,
you breathe the country air.
In the city now who's in charge
are the airy butterflies,
visiting all houses
.proposing tenderness...
The birds singing
are heard in the four corners
in enchanted corals
sprouting blissfulness...!
(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls.
Felt her presence compelled the light.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Spelt at her feet old'n rhymes so bright.
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls.
In Defense of Television
Sunday morning, the City sleeps;
Freeways diminish to a purr;
Many, though few, the Sabbath keep;
Vestments brush on polished pews.
One behind blinds looks in longing,
Searching for strength to go on,
Joins many more who must slow down,
But have hearts for the gospel songs.
There are those who scorn television,
For good reason if you look at it much,
But Thank God for its wondrous variety;
Where the aged and disabled keep in touch.
It's true I deeded my heart
that rapturous date
Sacral vestments our carnal
annuities did aggregate
Bartered my dreams; title did
abrogate
Twined our limbs; bonded our
estate
But fealty with baggage did not
equate
Your mercurial state brokered
new rate
Your charming assets failed
o'er time to appreciate
Frivolous investments virgin
stock did depreciate
Mounting liabilities did fidelity's
cost inflate
Now tainted, discounted
merchandise seeking rebate