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|
|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|
|211.||The Painters Eye||12/14/2009|
|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 ...
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.