Patrick Dennis Poems
|43.||Ut Unum Sint (That All May Be One)||1/26/2014|
|47.||Flesh Will Fail||2/25/2014|
|51.||Four States Of The Soul||1/26/2014|
|52.||Synchrony Of Bells||1/26/2014|
|53.||Here & Now||1/25/2014|
|58.||An Argument With A British Poet||2/17/2014|
Comments about Patrick Dennis
Joy is a way of looking at
you & me & this & that,
and all things that may
oh - heaven knows - cause us grief
or fit together in belief
or link or clink life's interplay.
It's light & strong & doesn't stick
on slights, the bad, unjust, the politic,
or give us cause to feel dismay.
Joy is the gentle art to pray.
Joy is the gentle art of forgetting we're apart.
Joy is knowing there's a way.
Joy has this to say -
I am a child
by whom Heaven is beguiled
to turn all mourning into play.
Joy is not a way the Stoics taught;
it's not ...
Epitaph To My Father
In life I never knew you
except from behind the walls you threw up
to buffet turmoils and hold
the watchful sentry of your soul.
Sometimes, though, on revelling nights you scaled over
and we met like carolling enemies in no-man's-land.
And there we lurked, you and I, like border foe
or sometimes like exiles whose longing to cross