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G. Wayne Glick

Poetry

"This is my blood of the covenant"

There is no damping of betrayal’s guilt,The little deeds of virtue cannot serve;They niggle at the structures time has built,Unwilling to admit what they deserve....
Poetry

". . . and our hearts are restless . . ."

Pontificating to the very last,I speak my feeble voice to the void,Caught by the lure Abba-Mater has cast.Though wise ones shun a loud iconoclast,...
Poetry

Parable

Maker of galaxies, at latest countBillions! And who can say that our Big BangWas not preceded, from your primal fountBy other billions, while the angels sang?...
Poetry

Emancipation?

Many fields, many treasures, many pearls(One chosen). Here, fish netted, many kinds,But singularity is not the point,The point is, good are kept, and bad destroyed....
Poetry

Late teaching

       (Mark 12:1-12)Time’s Visitor feels time upon his head.Tuesday of Holy Week. Sunday’s parade....
Poetry

Two Ways

Phenomenology, a cruel creed,Preaches its faith in omnipresent ways:“One world alone” is all the creed we need,Empiricism controls all our ways....
Poetry

Now we see . . . darkly

Sometimes, at end of day, but not of care,Mozart or Beethoven our aural food,Her hand reaches into empty air,A tactile search for something understood;...
Poetry

Waxwings in the pryrocanthus

Heavy the waxwings hang upon the bough,A gospel dozen, sharing summer fruits,The pyrocanthus touched with winter snow,Alive with yellow-banded crested suits....
Poetry

Mourning for Zenaidura

Outside the window, seeds laid on the ledge,A sick dove staggered, pecked, staggered again,And while I watched, it toppled off the edgeAnd lay struggling, then feebly pecked again....
Poetry

Patterns

Concept of green, shape of a crystal bird,Color and form locked in the synapsesEven neuritic plaque cannot destroy—Although we cannot know with certainty....

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