Love poems
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Church Music
© George Herbert
Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.
Prayer
© George Herbert
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age,
Gods breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;
The Thanksgiving
© George Herbert
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true,
To thee of all kings only due)
Oh King of wounds! how shall I grieve for thee,
Who in all grief preventest me?
The Flower
© George Herbert
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring;
To which, besides their own demean,
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
The Forerunners
© George Herbert
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark;
White is their colour, and behold my head.
But must they have my brain? must they dispark
Those sparkling notions, which therein were bred?
Must dulnesse turn me to a clod?
Yet have they left me, Thou art still my God.
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
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?
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.
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.
Studio Composition
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
Cup of WordsCrystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
Words of Lennon mixed
In a clay Klee fish bowl
Child of Jesus
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
tear of blood dripping
down your Fathers cheek
inside a French Church.
Outside the graveyard i
stood waiting touched
by the truth of your gift
A Spirit Shows me the Year 2332
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
There is a great darkness coming.
The betrayers of lineage.
Their savior
magic to change the world
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
there is enough magic here
inside this one word
to change our world forever
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
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.
From the Rooms of the Prom Queen
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
I was there with the young men who danced to OZ.
I filled the room with
my expectations,
creamed the walls with my visions
while applauding their rebelliousness.
my pledge to you
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
the possibilities of our love
about
what you were going to do
about
what you thought i should do
Falling Water
© Joseph Mayo Wristen
The nights are lonely here without her,
I will be with her soon;
Our happiness.
