Henry the V111 was an English king although he got
Married' boys were more his thing' he destroyed the
Tomb of st thomas abecket, ordering grind those bones
And just go wreck it ' with tomb duly desecrated the
The fat king gloated.' I know this was very savage.' By
The divine?? yet bloated ( all was well in his own mind) His objectives
Were accomplished and all was fine.' He killed some
Wives and others survived.' And some other people he had boiled
Alive..All in all a true historical tale.' Best not dwelt upon too
Often.? Its so beyond the pale.'
He's the classic busiest bummed bee,
Work members close enough not to swallow,
Some business pursues far from his body,
Their thoughts cease, naught his, she always, follow.
She soar the skies as her duty's promise,
Perpetuity o'er her trusting beau,
White feathers sure faith like St. Thomas,
Stinger pleased tradeoff for wings, ... love to ... grow.
Since their first meet, a love story is told,
Distant and flighty, not really quite so,
Sweetest start, bitter end, somber bells tolled,
Never dare edit just best left to glow.
Romantic readers love its status quo,
Shakespeare best, “Juliet and Romeo.”
Canterbury
So long ago, St Martyrs Field Road was there my home
There is the huge Martyrs monument of witch burning, oh
Forty-three names on the stone, mine will be the new one
I am the forty-fourth, yes, very famous my life of witchcraft
So many times I watched from my room’s window this monument
I had an ominous feeling, always, very often and it happened
Canterbury a beautiful city, historian, part of world heritage
High street, churches, the cathedral, old houses and buildings
Parks, rivers, everything, traditions, old culture, time traveling
St Thomas catholic church was there my favorite place to contemplate
Sixteen years ago. Time is gone. Life goes on and on, Past far on
I never forget the beautiful tall blonde English lady’s coffee. I loved her.
A time I will visit again this city in Kent
Kent, picturesque landscapes, fantastic
Garden of England, says the saying
I will visit again Canterbury
Secretly, like incognito
I hope we will meet
Oh, amazing heart
Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
stupendous silhouette of castle
piercing through hazy fog
reminds me of your shadow
as you come to meet me at twilight
mixed hues of spectral sky
reflected in dreamy water
in furrowed thick impasto
of amber and sandstone
are glowing ember
of your undying love.
Notes: Claude Monet painted a series of impressionist oil paintings of the Palace of Westminster, home of the British Parliament, in the autumn of 1899 and the early months of 1900 and 1901 during stays in London. All of the series' paintings share the same viewpoint from Monet's window or a terrace at St Thomas' Hospital overlooking the Thames and the approximate canvas size of 81 cm × 92 cm (32 in × 36 3/8 in).They were, however, painted during different times of the day and weather conditions. This one was during sunset. ( Photo and reference credits to Wikipedia).
20 May 2021
For "All Yours ( May 20) Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
"Cherish is the word I use to describe
All the feeling that I have
Hiding here for you inside...."
--lyric from "Cherish" by The Association
writer: Kirkman Terry
In the innermost depths of my being
Vacation moments seldom ever shared.
Nestled amongst the dearest cherished times,
Memories carried with me, neatly tucked
Inside, loving moments I cherish most,
Experiences never repeated
In this lifetime and, perchance, nevermore
We so enjoyed traveling together.
Scaling the high points of Pinnacle Rock,
Then, we laid on the sands in Antigua,
Watched Arenal blow in Costa Rica
Embarked on the stern of the Fantasy
Holding my hand above St. Thomas Bay
Your sweet kiss in old Puerto Vallarta.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 30, 2021
For "Cherish" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
A Sonnet in Blank Verse, 10 syllables per line
Checked with "How Many Syllables"
Locked in a room his friends were afeared
When Jesus rose again and appeared.
“My peace be with you
for I'm making you new.”
It was the Lord they knew and revered.
But because he hadn't been there
then Thomas the twin did declare,
“If I am to believe
to the wounds I must cleave
to know if it's true or a scare”
Again Jesus appeared a week later,
with Thomas right there, a spectator.
“My wounds reach toward – “
“My God, it's the Lord!”
He found peace and became a believer
John 20.24-29
One brisk Saturday morn,
I left the house with glee
To find myself within the woods,
in perfect harmony
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: May, 1959)
Miss Annette’s 5th Grade Class
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
When the sun looks into darkness
upside down cowboy's lend a hand to chaos
deserters of faith rejecting lawful behaviour
Persuading bodies believing something good is created from lies
deceit has no value with an opinion against the truth
a human right has been violated by treachery
When the freedom of speech has been tampered with manipulating senses
an unjust law is no law at all, words of St Thomas Aquina's
not a single word defends the innocent today
When judges support blood sacrifice
crime is their legal reality and argument
putting your hands out to help someone in dire need
Condemns them guilty of a crime how is this just
hate has taken over justice to speak properly directed
their convictions are the evidence unto the fact detailed
To what authority do they stand to plea
in the case that is put before them unless ordained otherwise
lending an ear to the wise in the Spirit of listening
How one learns from life's lessons
I am only a beggar like everyone else pleading for His Mercy
the evils of mankind not wishing to upset a single soul
Closeted belief…
atheist's disguise
Slings and arrows,
boomerang's surprise
Empty of graces,
desperate to fill
Shot through the heart
—their spirits to kill
(Noon Mass: St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel, February, 2020)
If God and Heaven don’t exist,
their facade is fine with me
The simulation of a thought so pure,
will satisfy my needs
So take your theories and quantum math
painted corners left to dwell
I choose the beauty of a life divine
disproven—not dispelled
(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)
Left just one chance
to gild the night
One kiss
—before you leave
8th Grade Poetry Contest
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
May, 1962
Rise To the Occassion
We finally found another Priest;
For him decided to have a feast;
Occasion rose,
We suppose;
Had made sure we added yeast.
Jim Horn
Our new Priest for St. Thomas
Episcopal in Shallotte, NC is
from Long Island.
Left just one chance
to gild the night
One kiss,
… before you leave
8th Grade Poetry Contest
St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School
May, 1962
Deep
turquoise
clear water
tropical isle
waves on white sand beach and cocoanut trees
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Theme ~ Magen's Bay
St. Thomas, Virgin Islands
Lin Lane ~ December 6th 2015
Language of Water Contest
Sponsor ~ Nette Onclaud
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