Category: Poetry

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

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Five poems by John B. t

Poem: “An Inscription”
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Poem: “An Inscription”

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An Inscription We wandered through the hills of Earth That were before so gray and mean That now by eon-founded birth And sweet spring rain were young and clean Once we saw a rock smoothed off, A surface on it faintly scribed (It was an April tender, soft The rain had washed, the sun had [...]

Poem: “Womb of the Cosmos”
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Poem: “Womb of the Cosmos”

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Womb of the Cosmos I am woven in the womb of the cosmos Created in the brilliance of Stars Leaving remnants of me like a comet, a spray A blip on the radar of time I am loved. I am wanted. I am held. I am known- By the great Maker whose hands fashioned mine [...]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Transfiguration”
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Poem: “Transfiguration”

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Transfiguration (Dedicated to the precious women who profoundly regret their abortions) How like this little fetus, Holy God, You writhed, enwombed in suffocating pain, Until sharp instruments unpumped your blood And left your form transfigured to a stain. How like a loving mother’s natal pine Your prayer, encrypted as a primal groan, Umbilical from heaven’s [...]

Poem: “To Uncle Clive”
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Poem: “To Uncle Clive”

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To Uncle Clive “At my first coming into the world I had been (implicitly) warned never to trust a Papist, and at my first coming into the English Faculty (explicitly) never to trust a philologist. Tolkien was both” – C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy You stubborn fool! You biased fool! Why did you not [...]

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Tabb’s Poetry XVIII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Sister Mary”
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Poem: “Sister Mary”

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Sister Mary (for all Sisters & Nuns) Mary, Mary how does your garden grow? With brilliance and burdens Teaching and sowing This is how you bring souls to me. Mary, Mary how does your garden grow? With sacrifice and effort Hard work,sometimes without rest This is how you please me. Mary, my Mary how does [...]

Poem: “Wisteria”
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Poem: “Wisteria”

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Wisteria The lone purple Violet almost escaped my notice As I tromped along the woodland path. But there she was, Peeping out through the mat of rotted oak and poplar leaves. Tombstones of last year’s Fall, Sheltering this year’s harbinger of Summer. I couldn’t smell her fragrance, For her five tiny petals barely emitted a [...]

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Tabb’s Poetry XVII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “In Years to Come…”
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Poem: “In Years to Come…”

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In Years To Come… The Ancient One ignites the air North easterlies with mighty flair, Roar down the green and grassy plains Flattened by the thrusting rains. (In a small den on a high hill Wolves huddle close in the stormy chill. Lean eyes flash the bolts of light No howling at the moon this [...]

Poem: “The Most Humble Man on Earth”
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Poem: “The Most Humble Man on Earth”

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The Most Humble Man on Earth I’m the most humble man on earth. Of all men stripped of noble birth And left to wander the streets at night, With only a forsaken birth right, I am the most humble. I am more holy than a pious priest Who wages wars with spiritual beasts, And says [...]

Poem: “Unborn Me”
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Poem: “Unborn Me”

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Unborn Me Here I am in my mothers’ womb, Safe and warm and comfortable. Life has just begun for me, Here in my mothers’ womb. To be loved and have life Is a wondrous feeling. Being loved and alive Is my joy this day. In here I wait for my bright tomorrow. In here I [...]

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Tabb’s Poetry XVI

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Two Mothers, and One More”
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Poem: “Two Mothers, and One More”

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Two Mothers, and One More Until she squawked, preened her feathers and skittered away, I didn’t see her, As I jogged around the perimeter of the field On which my children played. I continued running, occassionally turning my head Making sure my little ones were safe And “boo-boo” free. During my second loop around the [...]

Poem: “The Dark Night of the Soul”
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Poem: “The Dark Night of the Soul”

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The Dark Night of the Soul (How does my love look when she sleeps?) How does my love look when she sleeps? She sleeps quietly, not snoring, Soon sighing as she is dreaming. When the nightmare and terror disturb That quiet surrender to peace, She stirs, moans, and cries out for Me. Her face distorts, [...]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Beneath the Weight”
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Poem: “Beneath the Weight”

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Beneath the Weight Beneath the weight of death we’d break If God did not lift up that mass, Why? For love and mercy’s sake Until the weight of death should pass Even God had strained and groaned So heavy did our burden prove, That when He moved away that stone It was eternity He moved [...]

Poem: “A Flower’s Beatitude”
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Poem: “A Flower’s Beatitude”

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A Flower’s Beatitude A poem dedicated to my wife The colorful glee of a flower’s bloom, tragically dies, If it does not touch joyful and receptive eyes. For flowers yearn to not only survive but to grow in the human soul, To avoid wilting into merely natural wholes. What a mysterious paradox of a natural [...]

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Tabb’s Poetry XIV

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Five Spring poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Spring”
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Poem: “Spring”

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Spring When the sun loves, deeply, and with feeling, it penetrates the barren landscape and ignites the spirit wanting to emerge – in that instant, revealing verdant fields covered in flowers, big and small, growing toward the light… broadcasting a symphony of colors. Maria Morera Johnson

Poem: “When God Makes Bread”
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Poem: “When God Makes Bread”

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When God Makes Bread To make bread one needs: • A mixing bowl • The ingredients • A mixing spoon • And finally fire (heat) The bowl must be appropriate for the bread. It must be strong enough to hold the mixture, Not too large, not too dainty. Comfortable enough to cradle in the arm. [...]

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Tabb’s Poetry XIII

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Five poems for Easter by John B. Tabb.

Poem: “Look Home”
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Poem: “Look Home”

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Look Home Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights, As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ; Man’s mind a mirror is of heavenly sights, A brief wherein all marvels summed lie, Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store, Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more. The mind a creature is, yet can create, [...]

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