Benedictine Poems - Poems about Benedictine

...white veil over head chocolate feathers full fledged --- benedictine nun? karambit knife beak dissected longan fruit eyes --- elliptic airplane? scavenger for prey dead and alive you e......Read the rest...

...Life has no or little definition. Who didn't, of different realm, state it? Poets, philosophers, saints in their mission, Haven't failed to prove whole of human wit? Does one live fully and sho......Read the rest...

...The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein are entirely unsolicited, uncompensate......Read the rest...

...Ech day me cometh tydinges thre "Each Day Three Tidings Come to Me" (anonymous Middle English poem, circa the 13th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Each day I’m ......Read the rest...

...Sister Benedictine, her blinded eyes stretched upward, seeing neither blue nor green nor his mercy. born into a religious family, expected at fourteen, to kindle providence… she’d flounder a......Read the rest...

...I foolishly fell from a mountainous high only to land on a desert dry Images of liquid lust within my emotive eye calcified to a crusted cry Warning winds in delusory distance holding hurricane......Read the rest...

...Circa Holy Roman Empire between ninth and thirteenth century after common era (approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD) benchmark year 780 bracketed Benedictine monks Of Corbie Abbey devised cheek......Read the rest...

...The bombers began to bleed their heavy tears of death from 20,000 feet above the breathless battlefield, B-17 Flying Fortress formations moving with apocalyptic aplomb the shadows of high metal......Read the rest...

...I have an old friend who was told some time ago he had six months to live. We live far apart now and he told me about this in an email shortly after the doctor told him. The six months passed some ti......Read the rest...

... a Walk in- the woods with debussy's prelude to the afternoon in my ears time stands still the warmth of the sun music echoing amongst trees the chant of songbirds oh pea......Read the rest...

...Nine hundred years these arches rang : With fervent praise the people sang. In early days the monks would chant As from the heights bright beams would slant Illuminating Norman stone And soften ......Read the rest...

...For Adeleke's Top Ten Snow James Bond ......Read the rest...