Tabernacle Poems

Streets come alive in neon pink at night
Sidewalks drink up rains remains
In alley ways in covered shadows
Tall buildings stand too close for comfort

The cracks between the swallowed light
Hold their sins together in a somber prayer

Concrete thoughts of heaven hang
Gothic dark...Read More

When God came to be man
Silent was the heavens 
upon this proclamation
     Trembling the state of earth, humankind’s dwelling
      yet on earth came he to be a man

When God came to...Read More

A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!...Read More

Christmas at Grandma’s
over the river and the thru the woods
it’s damn cold out here even with our hoods
the horse knows the way but he tends to sway
if he drops we won’t be getting away.

next year I will get a two...Read More

He was gentle and compassionate
Filled with love and tenderness
Yet, beyond the mildness of the lamb
There was the reality that He had the
Strength of lions disguised in meek

He was affectionate to those who needed
A devoted heart and a soothing spirit
Someone who...Read More

MOSES'S EXODUS IS OVER

Now in truth; Moses’s scurrilous lot were nothing more than Canaanites
And it from here that we get what was to become; the bloody Israelite's

YHWH a place in Midian in the lower parts of Jordan Moses came to...Read More

Earth is a prop, a stage,
a place to grow-(your craft)?
nourishing, protecting, acting
like a sentient being.
It's shows-Showing in poetic artistry, 
that giving a little soul to a speck of dust is a projective, directive of starshine's collective.
To be as a rock-...Read More

now by chance
     in random 
         disorder
nature 
    has 
        its
 way

distinctive in
     ...Read More

a place of blessing
                with decrees
distinctive requirements
a requisite to be
               ...Read More

We will truly only see this life when looking at it from the next.

You will only truly feel this poem
when you see through the poorly
written text.

There are things unseen, between
the lines of shadows and light.
Creeping in unawares 

Knowledge, principalities, integrity,
lessons...Read More

Tabernacle, golden box that houses Christ our Lord.
Within you is The Sacrament, blessed and adored.
You hold the Sacred Mystery by which we all are fed,
Eternal God made Man, now come to us as Bread.

Tabernacle, holy space where patiently God waits.
By...Read More

A Sequel
To
The Weathered Old Barn
By: Tom Wright
11-3-04

A stranger came by just the other day,
with an offer that set me to thinking.
He had seen my old barn from the state highway,
and up my driveway he sped just cranking.

He was typical city,...Read More

“From dust to dust…”* Thus declares Scripture truth
That had confounded my soul’s very core
And is ceaselessly confronting my heart
Nagging me with this question I must face:
“Am I prepared for my coffin’s sealing?”

Succumbing to mind’s reality-check
I’m propelled to peek thru my...Read More

Man it's been decades
Wishing to myself,
And sing hymns...
Rejoicing to the self,

Just came back from the pits
Opposite the tabernacle of the temple
A G be another ghost so I'm creeping,
Seeking self midst my lower self 
Behind bars of pleasure and freed by...Read More

Gold scattered on the temple steps
its metamorphosis of wealth
disdained in greed a saviors poverty
coins for a foreclosure of faith
dirt to wash clean the hands of the godless

Each inferior tier of society
upon the holy ground pay their due
obligation to a crown...Read More

When the rectangular walls
of life were closing in,
I felt the lid of a coffin shutting

Death was calling out,
telling me
I don’t have to breathe again ...

Just give in to the dark stillness

Then in the final moment of my crisis,
a flash of...Read More

It’s autumn time in America,
the colors are changing ...
(it’s alt right to gasp in whited disbelief)
as poplar majority, quaking Aspen leaves
slowly fall off 
the John Birch branches

Minority bad weather report
says with autumnal census certainty,
that the colors are changing
irrevocably 

And as...Read More

From sea to shining sea,
‘Merica ain’t never been nothin’ but
a prison for
angry black boys like me

Childish rage moved my hands,
hateful oppression reaction expression
made me feel iron containment

Understanding finally came,
when I began to reason as a man,
not a beast ... a...Read More

Frank Gard
1887-1912

I loved her as much as Jesus loves his bride.
My friends, she was my saintly intended, indeed!
Created by my God especially for me; this beautiful flower,
This unmatched star in all the galaxy! She was,
Innocence personified; the apex of all...Read More

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Flowers Flourish and Nourish 

What flowers need for them to flourish,
Is properly feed and them you nourish;
Grow up and greatly do begin to bloom,
And after that must continue to groom.

Growing process ends up being ongoing;
Wind continues and is constantly blowing,
Seeds...Read More

Soulless they say,
stupid, obnoxious.
What do I feel,
when I look at his crown of thorns?

What do I think,
about innocent baby born?
About his seven external signs,
which give us graces of their own.

As animal, the dog
at his tabernacle,
the sacred sense I feel,
for me,...Read More

O such a sad song
Oh, sad song
My soul in remorse
The piano playin in the dark
As I play melodies in my heart
And my heart rejoices, I heard the voices of
Oh, sad song
The song of Moses playing in my heart
All the day...Read More

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/commandments-of-the-lord

As was written, on Mount Sinai
As Moses stood on high, commandments of virtue
A shower of blessings, to bestow upon
As for the people, they adhered not
Unguided minds, an idolised calf of gold
Yet to unfold, in a moment of anger
Stones thrust down,...Read More

Two safe zones. Crosses on every corner
Birds of flight hovering conspicuously
My lips are yours but my heart is mine.
I am nothing but a fragile brown cross
Overshadowed by seven pieces of thick white metal
I look inward at my tabernacle
Seven sacrificed sheep...Read More

Time In A Tabernacle 

There was the time we were in a tabernacle,
And then instead of singing always cackles;
In tune were not,
So had to fill slot;
Sang so loud put me in chains and shackles.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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