James Tipp Poems
|201.||Parents Of Faith Who Live With Pain||12/15/2009|
|202.||To Boldly Go||12/15/2009|
|203.||Poem For A Funeral-Life Is Always Ahead||12/15/2009|
|204.||Early Summer Morning||12/14/2009|
|206.||We Are Sailing||12/9/2009|
|207.||The Six-O-Clock News||12/9/2009|
|208.||The Master Painter||12/9/2009|
|209.||Holy Week 2007||12/9/2009|
|211.||The Painters Eye||12/14/2009|
|213.||A Man Called Maze||12/14/2009|
|214.||Nacked Child Of War Vietnam 1972||12/14/2009|
|215.||The Death Of A Child- The Pointing Finger||12/15/2009|
|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.||What's In A Name?||12/9/2010|
|222.||The Death Of A Genius (Alan Turing)||12/6/2014|
|223.||I Poem For Women In The Church||12/15/2009|
|224.||The News Of War||2/13/2012|
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The News Of War
The News Today
I listened to the news to day there was death in every place
I wondered how we'd sing, of such amazing grace
The screaming of the mother, the body wrappers tales
The screaming of the mortar round, the piercing jarring wails.
Its happening so far away, its happening there today
The politicians wring their hands there's nothing left to say.
The body mountains growing whose selling them the guns
We don't do arms to monsters, that's how the story runs.
We watch the slaughter daily, detached and far away
Yet worry over Rednapp and how he's team ...
Good Friday 2008
The cacophony of sound erupted as the day began
People meandered into the souk ready to bargain
To enter the daily chores of this Passover willingly.
Jerusalem was heaving with the masses of pilgrims.
Whilst beneath the Pretorium a carpenter bled.
Above in the Temple the blood flowed river like.
So a few drops from a carpenter’s back made little difference.
Both actions were about religion, his one was banned
The Messianic hope was for tomorrow never for today