Sprigs Poems - Poems about Sprigs

I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece I never asked to be the morning trumpet in the troubled town or the prophet clown that would be scorned from all around, I just wanted to be a mason like my forefathers...Read the rest...

I remember when Alexander of Macaedon approached me in Siwa as a supplicant soldier, he was so young yet so wet with war blood 32 years old and the most powerful king on the planet, Alex entered...Read the rest...

When the wine is heavy and my thoughts are long I like to sit in slow sunsets, doing so makes me feel far from death, I've seen so many beautiful things broken heard so many hysterical hearts, I've been a flagbearer...Read the rest...

Many men and women have tried to ruin me, but I am like quartz that cannot be removed from the bedrock of my blessings, I'll tell you, you haven't lived until you've been imprisoned in a den of gaunt...Read the rest...

Sshhhhh!!! Wait patiently I don't want the stars to overhear us, they'll fuss like phantoms if they hear the future between us, you know, I began as a palmist in Persia the money was good, the hand lines were thick and the...Read the rest...

Yes, I remember the day very well, I left my cave in Cumaea for the palace of Palatine, the sun was sullen behind a veil of volcanic cloud, Tarquin, the final king of the Etruscan Romans was handsome under...Read the rest...

When I was a boy I thought I saw God with the face of a Pharaoh riding towards me at midnight in a golden chariot, pulled by horses of burning gold, they moved downward out of the deep indigo sky like...Read the rest...

Musing in the memory of how the Seraphim salted my lips in the sanctuary with an alter coal that seared my cruel speech and soothed my agitated soul the cherubs pull my conscious back to the forefront of reckoning, A man will...Read the rest...

In Erythrae they say I'm a prophetess but I am foremost a Poetess, an ancient fragrance fires my breast, the cherubim wake eager for journey lighting my lamp in the breeze of prophetic poetry, Maternity manifest in Divine quest Omnipotence picks...Read the rest...

Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief, for those that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior and so...Read the rest...

Joel is my name I am neither jovial or jocular, I am an intense siren of scorn strident with shouts of locusts and sackcloth sorrows, for in my scroll I see the scourge of an army come to ravage...Read the rest...

You see me turned ensconced in my prophecy my lips murmuring with soft speed and you wonder what it is that I seek to say, for I have wept on the road from Babylon foreseen the rebuilding of the temple the...Read the rest...

We are the Ignudi unclothed, ebullient and energetic, we lean and lunge, twist and turn impervious to the imposition of ignominious imposters, we are an expression of immortal youth the athletes and auditors of God's court unbound by banality or...Read the rest...

I'm not sure Shem the Lord said he was sad, he told me that a long time ago the angels had done something terrible that they had compromised their divine command for carnal caprice, that their offspring had become offensive,...Read the rest...

What have you two done, I can see the age in your faces already, oh your so bold and smart you silly and naive creatures, sure, I sheltered you kept you away from violence, jealousy, and pain, do you have...Read the rest...