Category: Fiction, Poetry & Humor

Poem: "The Holy Catholic Priest"
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Poem: “The Holy Catholic Priest”

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The Holy Catholic Priest I saw him climb the altar steps His white head bowed in prayer, His hands, those grace full hands of his Bless all assembled there. And in his face, that holy face, I saw the years gone by And all the love and sacrifice They meant for you and I. The […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXXV

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Hear This Day My answer O child"
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Poem: “Hear This Day My answer O child”

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Hear this day My answer O child Hear this day My answer O child, The answer you have sought from Me. Know that it is the Lord Who speaks, He Who knows your every need. I am faithful to my servants, I am truth everlasting, I am life eternal, I am Lord of all. He […]

It’s (No Longer) a Jeep Thing
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It’s (No Longer) a Jeep Thing

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I became upset when I got word. Jeep, reports Automotive News, is shifting its focus away from hearty off-road 4X4’s to, mostly, dinky little two-wheel-drive cars that ride smoothly on paved roads — the kind of cars Europeans like to drive. This is what happens when an iconic American brand is sold to a European […]

Poem: "On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose"
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Poem: “On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose”

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On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose (Time and Eternity V) On this long storm the rainbow rose, On this late morn the sun; The clouds, like listless elephants, Horizons straggled down. The birds rose smiling in their nests, The gales indeed were done; Alas! How heedless were the eyes On whom the summer shone! […]

"Thank goodness our government hasn't taken over any pencil companies yet."
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“Thank goodness our government hasn’t taken over any pencil companies yet.”

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A Pencil’s Point Now is a good time to revisit the 1958 essay in which Leonard Read examined how a pencil is made — and how it is miraculous that a pencil is made at all. The standard pencil begins when a cedar is cut down. Ropes and gear tug it onto the bed of […]

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Tabb’s Poetry XXXIV

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "The Holy Catholic Church"
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Poem: “The Holy Catholic Church”

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The Holy Catholic Church Oh, Bride of Christ, you’re beautiful So radiant your face. Crowned in love by holy priests Your raiment spun of grace. Attended to by angel choirs That ever sing your praise, The mother of the blessed saints Who wisely chose your ways. Protector of the Eucharist Beloved of the Queen, The […]

Weekly Wits: 9/6/13
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Weekly Wits: 9/6/13

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Poem: "Cicadas at Rest"
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Poem: “Cicadas at Rest”

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Cicadas at Rest I laid still long enough to see the clouds float by And feel my baby’s breath– almostly soundlessly– against my neck. I saw a pair of hawks soaring on a shared invisible current, Wings spread, gliding in tandem, as if tethered by an unseen kite string. But they were free and so […]

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Tabb’s Poetry XXXIII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Good Old Neighbors
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Good Old Neighbors

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I drove through my old neighborhood last week. It is like many suburban neighborhoods that sprouted up in the 1960s. Many of the people who moved there grew up in the city. All of them wanted big yards in which their kids could play. Many wanted to be near St. Germaine Catholic Church and its […]

Poem: "Triple Sisters"
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Poem: “Triple Sisters”

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Triple Sisters Summer leaves already flying, Autumn in a rush this year, Yellow foliage is dying, What’s the season that draws near? August maybe or September Downward, onward swiftly falling, That which nothing holy hinders Equinoctial and appalling Who are we? The triple sisters Past and present, future claim, Threads of history the scissors Cut […]

Why Obamacare Is Good for Me
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Why Obamacare Is Good for Me

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I hate to say it, but ObamaCare has been good for me. Now, I know our economy is still struggling — Gallup says the unemployment rate just jumped to nearly 9 percent — and I know ObamaCare uncertainty is making many employers wary of hiring. But I also know that new opportunities exist for people […]

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Tabb’s Poetry XXXII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Time and Eternity"
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Poem: “Time and Eternity”

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Time and Eternity III Departed to the judgment A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled, The bodiless begun; Two worlds, like audiences, disperse And leave the soul alone. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "The Red Winged Blackbird"
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Poem: “The Red Winged Blackbird”

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The Red Winged Blackbird It’s said that once, long, long ago, When Christ had come to die, The Blackbird saw Him on the cross And wouldn’t pass Him by. He landed there, beside Our Lord To see what he could do To free the deadly crown of thorns That pierced Our Savior through. He worked […]

Poem: "My God is with Me"
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Poem: “My God is with Me”

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My God is with Me The Lord my God is with me, But I do not feel His breath. His closeness does not warm me. But I know, I believe He is near. I trust He has not fled me, In spite of my ways, My sinfulness does not impede Him. For “Forgiveness” is His […]

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Tabb’s Poetry XXXI

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

The "Y" Cord
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The “Y” Cord

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I would like to think that it all started with the “Y” cord, but I know that is not so. Maybe it would be more accurate to state that perhaps it started with the words, “Why not?” We were presenting a marriage preparation class to thirty-five couples the other day, and wanting to give them […]

Poem: "My Heart, Their Home"
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Poem: “My Heart, Their Home”

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My Heart, Their Home Just left my kids behind… A part of me stayed too. Little chunks of my heart ripped out, but Their lives, well-lived, transform the empty pits Into chambers where purpose and love intersect. Filled with their Becoming, My mother’s heart expands, Becoming a mansion that Welcomes home my children, And the […]

Poem: "Humiliations"
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Poem: “Humiliations”

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Humiliations (Haikus) Chisel cutting stone Sculpter’s blow carves, molds, and lights Forms stones into hearts Some are well deserved Some are most beneficial Illumination Humiliations Tear a wound in tender hearts Beware, lest you kill… I don’t regret mine Reject Humiliations? They straighten the spine! Never be the cause~ Reject humiliating! Choose kindness and love. […]

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Tabb’s Poetry XXX

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Five poems by John B. Tabb

Poem: "At The Foot of the Cross"
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Poem: “At The Foot of the Cross”

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At The Foot of the Cross My Son is dead now His suffering is past And from that cruel cross They bring him at last. I hold His still hands Now pierced and so torn, His fair face is ghastly From lashes and thorn. His pure eyes so lovely Are closed now in peace, What […]