All Poems

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Good Friday

© George Herbert

O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?

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The Pearl

© George Herbert

The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man,
seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one,
sold all that he had and bought it.—Matthew 13.45

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Jordan

© George Herbert

Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
May no lines pass, except they do their duty
Not to a true, but painted chair?

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The Altar

© George Herbert

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
Made of a heart and cemented with tears;
Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;
No workman's tool hath touch'd the same.

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Redemption

© George Herbert

Having been tenant long to a rich lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancel the old.

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The Pulley

© George Herbert

When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.

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Virtue

© George Herbert

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.

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The Collar

© George Herbert

I struck the board, and cried "No more!
I will abroad.
What, shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free; free as the road,

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Love (III)

© George Herbert

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack,
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack'd anything.

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Love

© George Herbert

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.

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Peace

© George Herbert

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

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Easter Wings

© George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became

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Studio Composition

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

Cup of WordsCrystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
Words of Lennon mixed
In a clay Klee fish bowl

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Child of Jesus

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

tear of blood dripping
down your Father’s cheek
inside a French Church.
Outside the graveyard i
stood waiting touched
by the truth of your gift

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A Spirit Shows me the Year 2332

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

There is a great darkness coming.
The betrayers of lineage.
Their savior

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magic to change the world

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

there is enough magic here
inside this one word
to change our world forever

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An Epithet for the Dead Poet

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

I dance to his testimonial
in the heat of the night.
I dance to his living death.

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The Teacher Speaks to a Crowd in New Jersey

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

The man who walks beside the prophet
visits me in my dreams.
Tells me that they will continue to
give us everything we need

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i waited and watched

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

street wizard glass stone hip idealist
smoking their bed time flower
beads into sky cat city café’ park music

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Voices in the Night

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

I am the Raven
con of the world
spirit of blood and mire;
signal to the death,
the awakening before the coming.