• Consolatrix Afflictorum - Nicolo Barbarino
    Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

    Comforter of the Afflicted

    My Lord and King, know that I do not know How choked with gore I now confess Thy reign, Or sense, through all those streams of blood that flow Across Thy face, Thy majesty so plain.   Or how my noxious blood now cleanses me Where only ere I turned to Thee its curse Had added torment to my cries, as we, From our two crosses, suffer, yet converse.   For, I, not knowing Thee before this hour, Repentant, baptized, pardoned and absolved, Feel consolation, like a summer shower, Refreshing me. Yet, something’s unresolved:   That Woman at Thy feet? She seemed to pray For me… who will see Paradise,…

  • Legras - Refuge of Sinners
    Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

    Refuge of Sinners

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  • Desert Aster
    Love Poems

    Be They of Nature or of Art

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  • The Holy Grail
    Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

    Holy Grail

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  • The Bard of Brexit
    Brexit

    Letter to Parliament

    Magnum Concilium, as long ago You had been styled, when William made great show At London, Gloucestershire, and Winchester, Of your assemblies, noble ancestor Of what is now a squalid den of thieves That, without shame, the people’s will aggrieves, The vision of your pageants when the king, With England’s crown upon his head, would bring From forest palace to a midland town The pomp of your processions of renown, When round the sovereign throne the bishops stood, And gaunt-faced abbots of the ashen hood, Pillars of learning with their book-worn eyes, Whose looks were as grave as their souls were wise, The prelates in their gold-spun copes and clasps, The crimson robes, the whole inspiring gasps Of admiration and of filial fear, To think that God should speak through men so near,…