Category: Poetry

Poem: Symbols in a Second Coming
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Poem: Symbols in a Second Coming

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Symbols in a Second Coming Fingertips on a tabletop, drumming time to music tapped into this life we know to be anything but always, all, or only true. How can we stop the symbols in a second coming with sounds and moving pictures of what will be beyond the scope of Hubble or horo- scopic […]

No Compulsion in Religion
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No Compulsion in Religion

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My Apologies to Shakespeare and to Jimmy Buffet (But we’re all dhimmis now) Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Uncle Sam, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Uncle Sam And those […]

Poem: "Annunciation"
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Poem: “Annunciation”

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Annunciation  Lest all be lost to sin’s increase and praise redound to Satan’s lie of dark renown, when angels speak what God decrees and men confound there is a grace that does abound. Stephen Pohl

Poem: "Playthings of the Gods"
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Poem: “Playthings of the Gods”

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Playthings of the Gods Playthings of the gods Who aren’t really gods but still… Paul and Peter warned us Of their errands and effronteries And we who ape their powers Pretend possession of their insights But they are greater rebels Deep in their conspiracies Between their world and this A gulf exists They peer across […]

Poem: "An Ancient Kingdom"
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Poem: “An Ancient Kingdom”

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An Ancient Kingdom Along the shore of Honshu I saw six mounds Where ancient kings were buried They are taboo And long established custom has it No one may delve or enter Centuries ago A wave rose from the sea And drowned their kingdom Now, on autumn nights The lights of their processions Flicker on […]

Poem: "That Tsunami"
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Poem: “That Tsunami”

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That Tsunami The wall of seas came rolling in Deliberate, unstoppable A massive wave of gray This is how the dead come forth From all their graves On Judgment Day  The weight of them, the mass of them Rolling on and on And who can hide The vanity of living things Illusion and the pettiness […]