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The Captain's Girl
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was the first poem I believe I ever wrote, when I was a teenager.
I can't remember what might have been the inspiration, but
some may find it difficult to read aloud.
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The Ne'er Poet
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was my attempt to crack wise about official, academic
poetry, as I understood the courtesies and manners of
this crowd.
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Spirit Stilled
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was something of a double meaning, both for a soul at
peace, but also for the dangers of 'sweetness n light';
i.e. presuming on The Holy Spirit
to the ultimate stillness of our souls.
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Ask
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a paen to the easy pride and vanity to which we can
all fall victim.
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What Was Not
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political correctness is a new term for something very old,
and history is rewritten in order to victimize.
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Flipping the Dial
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a consideration of the 'wisdom' of lyrics complaining
of hypocrisy and 'society' and never thinking there's an answer.
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The Vision of Samwise
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Gamgee, that is, from Tolkien's memorably and skillfully
plotted and written, Lord of the Rings.
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Anne Emmerich
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is about the woman who should have been canonized
long ago.
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Life Worth
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or how to get serious when frivolous.
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The King
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where I tried to get at what the Magi might have faced,
perhaps even in trying to understand the
mystery of indifference, malice, and The Mystery.
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Why the Lie?
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because so many claim to be faithful and devout,
and yet . . .
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Take
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is just a plea for Sainthood, in essence.
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Cain in the Field
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harvesting, as it were; or,
when is compromise mistaken, and where does
idolatry inevitably led?
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Walking
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the most recent poem I had published, and
with an obvious nod to Mr. Thoreau, but not walking like him;
rather with a humility to glorify God, as many used to.
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Note to Self
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a little reporter's comment, and on
careerism, confusion, hypocrisy, and everything else
we see every night on the tube.
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At the Movies
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was just a comment on a crucial scene in
an old movie when Hayley Mills was just a prodigy, child actor;
probably plays on TV Saturday afternoon 'at the movies', even now.
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The Holiday Candle
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just thinking about how long and well a holiday candle
had held up over the years, and what matters more.
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The Good War
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because even the good war, isn't, and not that I
fought in this, but was just thinking about it after watching
a documentary on The Last Ten Days - The Battle of the Bulge.
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The Promise
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was about what is snuffed out by abortion; and just something I threw
in here, with me at my polemical best (or something).
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Angel of the Snows
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a chapel in Rome, I think, but here more about the care
even of the holy women to Our Lord, when others just turned
a cold shoulder.
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Led Happy . . . (where?)
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and it is an important question as one
self-professed 'wise' guy talks it over with
one who, I think, really is.
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Home with Angels
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not baseball, but about re-evaluations that
come when someone we think a saint reaches that
door of mortality.
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Paradise
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or, all is not lost, though it often seems so
in these times.
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That Wicked Smoke
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was again a Tolkien ref, and while these seem to be Sarumanic
times, the war won't be lost, regardless of a few battles.
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Sun Through Stained Glass
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was just a note, while looking at the whitewashed
wall in a modernist church, but also thinking of that
afternoon beam that slices in front of St. Peter's altar,
and points out the tomb of our first Pope.
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The Apple Slays
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just a look at the subtle snares we face, and
the lie that knowledge is power.
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Here Lies Poem!
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which is a too easy criticism, perhaps, but Catholics
are too easy a target from an all too respectable
bigotry (so I said something).
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Please Let Me Tell You
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do note the taking care to say, please - sort of an
up close and personal plea, as it were.
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This is the End?
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though you do have to admit, the signs sure suggest it;
and how what goes to us, personally, isn't just personal.
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The Tourist's Trip
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was a slightly humorous take on pride that blinds.
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Our Limits
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was a reminder to myself that deed or property, all
passes when the tornado finally comes, and delusion
is blown away, and hopefully not too late.
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A Rhyme to God
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was another effort from earlier days as I was getting
more a sense of Catholicism, and those who opposed it
in its name.
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It's . . .
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what? but probably not so hard to figure.
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A Free Witness
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which was a consideration of what liberty really
means, not how it's been sold over the last few
centuries.
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The Welle of Grace
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Chaucerian olde English.
The word means more than just, well.
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Example Made
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was about, at one level, the infamous march of
Das Reich up to the Normandy coast, but becomes
a comment upon a similar sort of beginning many,
many centuries before.
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Mary Merciful
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is a prayer/hymn, likely inspired by a litany, but
perhaps also a reading from St. Alphonsus Ligouri
or St. Francis de Sales?
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Cliff Watching
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from some years ago, the first poem I ever got published;
about trust which seems so hard for us to find for God
because of our pride.
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Pride and Prometheus
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which is another plea for holy humility and a comment
on just how valuable are the things of Caesar.
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In the World
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but not of it, as it says there; following Our Lord's
example when faced by such evil in the desert.
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A Promise
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about how things wind up, for those who wait.
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How Still It Can Be
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is simply a poem about Pentecost.
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Press A,R,F
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and then there's this, which I had to link to -
I thought it was pretty
funny (a techo-geek's jab at a DOS error, in the
style of Poe's, The Raven).
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MS Secret C
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not a poem, actually - but I still think it's hilarious.
Micro$oft and marketing.
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