Arch-Angels
Michael’s ones are round,
But Gabriel’s are pointed;
With orders, each is crowned,
And moldings, each anointed.
With stonework tightly joined
And structurally sound,
Gabriel’s are pointed,
But Michael’s ones are round.
Category: Short Pieces
The Three Orders
The Three Orders
In architecture, from Greeks to the now
There are only three orders to choose:
Doric, Ionic, Corinthian columns
Are all that will ever be used.
Yet each has a world of variety in it,
From Bassae to Capitol Hill;
So Tuscan and Composite aren’t so unusual,
They’re Doric, Corinthian still.
A Poet to His Surgeon
A Poet to His Surgeon
You know me much closer and touch me much deeper
Than any could ever before –
You bring to your table this soundest of sleepers,
And open me up to explore.
You rend me asunder with gentle‘est plunder,
To survey my hintermost-lands;
You ease my distress with your tender caress,
With my life firmly held in your hands.
Bleaters, Awake !
Bleaters, Awake !
The Lord is our shepherd,
We’re kept fed and watered –
But only to fleece us
Before we are slaughtered.
In Finity
In Finity
“I’d rather believe in an absolute something
Than trust in an absolute nothing at all.
Thus I choose faith in an undefined coming,
Than ponder the empty and chanceful and small.”
But how can an absolute anything be
In a finite-and-only-one universe host ?
And as for an absolute nothing, well see,
That nature abhors of a vacuum the most.
Balding Trees
Balding Trees
The leaves all grow each spring
And the leaves all fall each autumn,
But some leaves firmly cling
While the rest – the ground has caught ’em.
I think the final leaves outstanding
Wait till last, to clinch a nice soft landing.
Pro Crastinator
Pro Crastinator
I promise that I’ll sweep the floor,
When I get around to it.
I promise that I’ll paint the door,
Feed the hungry, clothe the poor,
Or find the grail, learn to knit,
And cure the cancer, stop the war –
I promise you all this and more,
When I get around to it.
