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Homo Erectus

[This poem may cause some offence in some readers.  If you think you may be offended, please do not read it.]         Homo Erectus What stimulus is needed in a man To search for what Christ really wants of him? He knows already what his pulsing span Requires. Inside...

Goal!

               Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table.  Others watched a match On artificial turf.  They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved with...

The Last Rose of Winter

The Last Rose of Winter … November  presses on in coldness, wind And cruel light exposing death around The garden.  Life and beauty have been skinned, The greens and pinks and whitest petals browned To desolation, but one bush holds out. It holds up high its...

The Counter Tenor

    The Counter Tenor   …………..”Higher still and higher” High singing in the gothic arches high Above is asthe fan-like vaulting, spread And strong in its complexity.  That sky Of stone divisions is at one with red And gold bright...

England Travels to the Equator

England Travels to the Equator ….. The oak tree, royal in another land Where roses thrive and make the air go still With orange, pink and purple scents, is spanned By English summer breezes, those that spill Across the squirrel’s nest and garden lawns And take...

Corday: Virgo Intacta

[While being prosecuted, Marie-Anne Charlotte de Corday d’Armont (27 July 1768 – 17 July 1793) said, among other things, in response to the prosecutor’s questioning, “Oh, the monster!  He thinks I am a common assassin!”  In response to...