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Ludwig van Beethoven

  Ludwig van Beethoven When quietness first insinuates its tone, The ear is unattuned and doesn’t note The difference.  It’s as if a single bone Crumbled in a tomb, alone, or a throat Swelled slightly in a singer in a choir Yet made no sound conductors’ minds...

Holiness

            Holiness As shallow as a country western score But only as broad as a hopscotch grid, Pete’s mind prepared him for nothing much more Than beating his wife and hitting his kid. Then Pete met Jesus one night in a tent Where people got sweaty and spoke in...

Limber, Expanding

      Limber, Expanding The hardness that is softness is the best. The hard part drives the need.  The soft part wins The other’s will and helps the hardness wrest Agreement.  Hardness calls for thrilling ins And outs of twinned fulfilment and the slick Parts, soft...

Our Hearts, Nested Balls

     Our Hearts, Nested Balls Our hearts—stretched concentric spheres of gold—twinned In parallel, spoil steel Jehovah’s  law That nothing should be flawlessly akinned Except the Trinity, that Love called awe. Whereas the taut-lipped godhead’s strength looms straight,...

Liquid Resistance

        Liquid Resistance Enfolding skin that covers bulk and flesh Makes paradox of softness, firmness in My arms, themselves a melting strength.  We mesh Where holiness combines with soul of sin Or with an element that cannot stain, That cannot be improved.  We call...

Halcyon Affections

      Halcyon Affections There comes a morning when the clipper sails Upon the Caribbean waves of sun, Where warmth caresses billows, basking whales, Cuddling, shining in that deeper love, fun. Then climbs the noon when canvas billows full Towards all happy...

The Death of Love

   The Death of Love The death of love numbs like paralysis Or like a tetanus infection in A purple vein, a poison sans its hiss, A serpent spurting venom lacking sin. This end has lain, lurked voiceless from the start Behind an evergreen, beside a rock, Unknowable to...

Patriarchs and Pussies

        Patriarchs and Pussies The wife of Lot did not look back to yearn For Sodom.  No.  She turned her back on Lot. The kind of man he was deserved to burn Along with all the others.  He had caught Himself out just the night before.  He chose To give his daughters...