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Best Poems Written by Nefellie Frankel

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Facies Dei

Most radiant host, angelic glory be
Within thy blesséd grace, Portal of Faith.
In simple form You came, yet still through thee
We see theophony, through which God saith,

¨Dear child mine, most valiant flesh now is thine.
Hereby thy peace I grant, through darkest night
With burden light and blood of freshest vine.
My veil, most pale, shines forth the brightest light.¨

And blood, the mark of Christ, by malice drawn
In God's almighty chalice rests untouched.
Though hard we pray, His pain is never gone.
´Till end of times, we shall recall as much.
Most sacred Lamb of God, through pain most sweet
Has sacrificed Himself for us to eat.

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The Cheese Wars

It awes me so to stand, pen and paper quivering in my hands;
My solemn river of a mind’s been shaken by the quaking land.
It seems to me worthwhile to mention, the city’s filled with wild tension.
Bands of townsfolk speak with me in quiet, anxious pension.
Beside me sits a clan of in-laws, clad in dampened purple plaid
Who say the conflict rising now is worse than what they’ve ever had.
I feel great sorrow hearing tales of how such tragedy came to be, 
A woman to my left so kindly illustrates for me;

“Our culture’s driven further day by day,” she says, “and now we pray
That we shall see it once again. Those thieves are taking joy away.
With us I hope cheese-rights shall stay, with us forever longer
Perhaps ,with luck, those brutes will meet a death by faithful monger.”

It aches my heart to see the passion passing through the south,
And knowing it’s caused bodies piling at the river’s mouth.
The soldiers lay now, mangled bodies in the ancient streets,
It's safe to say that past today, tradition shan’t repeat.
Though it's a shame to say the rights are gone, its sadly true
But through the blue they shall renew; Now Tom, it's back to you!

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Life Sought in Death

How shall it be that at His death
His breath
Sings a solemn anthem on repeat
So sweet,
As if He is not met with strife
In life.
The truth lies not in nailing knife,
He knows no desperation.
His death is our salvation;
His breath so sweet in life.