James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

James Tipp Poems

201. To Boldly Go 12/15/2009
202. Poem For A Funeral-Life Is Always Ahead 12/15/2009
203. Early Summer Morning 12/14/2009
204. Shekinah Light 12/9/2009
205. We Are Sailing 12/9/2009
206. The Six-O-Clock News 12/9/2009
207. The Master Painter 12/9/2009
208. Holy Week 2007 12/9/2009
209. Where Are The Easter People? 4/5/2010
210. He's Gone 12/9/2009
211. The Painters Eye 12/14/2009
212. Unfettered Love 12/9/2009
213. A Man Called Maze 12/14/2009
214. The Death Of A Child- The Pointing Finger 12/15/2009
215. Nacked Child Of War Vietnam 1972 12/14/2009
216. The Death Of A Child-This Torn And Broken Heart 12/15/2009
217. The Buck Stops Here 12/15/2009
218. A Poem For My Dog Casper 1993-2002 12/22/2009
219. In A Blaze Of Glory 12/8/2009
220. Good Friday Meditation The Silence Of Meditation 12/15/2009
221. The Death Of A Genius (Alan Turing) 12/6/2014
222. I Poem For Women In The Church 12/15/2009
223. The News Of War 2/13/2012
224. What's In A Name? 12/9/2010

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What's In A Name?

The name is everything so thought the ancient world
Your naming gave you ambition or gave thanks for your existence
Knowing a name meant power and bought fear because of knowledge
So 'I am' was ambiguous and intimidating all in one announcement
So they called you El, Jehovah, to give substance to the ambiguity.
The world turned and in its turning man found a use for Jehovah
The vengeful god, the storm god who hurled his punishment down
Casting man into an abyss of fire and brimstone a god to be feared
So that the powerful could control the ignorant keep them in ...

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Ospringe Churchyard

This Godly place lies waiting for the traveller
Beckons through the covered canopy of Yew
Twin paths around flint walls speak of yesterday.
Stone obelisk worn with age, etched in bygone days
Washed by the winter rain burned by summer sun
Fade into lifeless pillars of forgotten memories.
This English churchyard surrounded by summer wheat
Remains a secluded place of refuge for today.

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