Jonathan Howard Poems
|3.||The Hunting Tide||2/16/2006|
|8.||A Treasured Care||2/17/2006|
|9.||Organs And Bees||2/17/2006|
|10.||The Meaning Of A Trait||2/17/2006|
|13.||Yank You Out Of Despair||2/16/2006|
|14.||The Lame Poem Here, Mates!||2/17/2006|
|15.||We Are The Mob||2/17/2006|
|17.||Sonnet Xxx: Innuendo||5/14/2006|
Comments about Jonathan Howard
‘Twas down the street one gloomy night,
A lovely chill of air;
When near my eyes I saw some sight,
Right then I was aware.
A seabird swooped (I can’t deny)
Above my head (so fair!) ,
And as I gazed right through the sky,
Astonished I was there.
I stared up into holy bounds;
Their gates were opened [high]:
A land of havens, safe and sound,
Tucked just behind the sky.
Just out of holy scripts and books,
A scene so fresh and clear;
I could not shake off it my looks,
And thought: “It’s near – it’s ...
O, Father, Lord, our God and King,
To Thee alone we pray and sing,
We sense our essence most suppressed,
Nor shall we speak of utmost stress!
Surely Thou hast borne our sins?
And so, to Thee we pray our hymns!
God, in Thee alone we seem
To trust, shalt Thou our sins redeem?