Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

Rookie (January 31st / Hollywood, CA)

Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poems

1. Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet 11/4/2006
2. My Shakespearean Sonnet 11/4/2006
3. We'Re All God's Chillun 11/4/2006
4. Spring Return 11/5/2006
5. Wading Thru New Orleans 11/5/2006
6. Summer Return 11/5/2006
7. Today 11/5/2006
8. Sky Painting 11/5/2006
9. A Gathering Of Tumbleweeds 11/5/2006
10. Moon Majesty 11/5/2006
11. Autumn Return 11/5/2006
12. Wind Dancers 11/5/2006
13. Silent Life 11/5/2006
14. Major Fur 12/21/2006
15. My Mother’s Birthday 12/21/2006
16. Letter To God 12/21/2006
17. On My 50th Birthday 12/21/2006
18. Question To A Child 12/21/2006
19. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 12/21/2006
20. A Heads-Up From On High 12/21/2006
21. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 2 12/23/2006
22. Better Living Thru Chemistry? 3 12/23/2006
23. Watching Wanda Walk 11/5/2006
24. Piece Of God 11/5/2006
25. Real Work (The Brilliant Fool) 2/7/2008
26. Depressed, With Halo 2/7/2008
27. The Simplicity Of Kittens 2/7/2008
28. Feather Tree 2/7/2008
29. Mess Time (Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou?) 2/11/2008
30. God-Be-With-Ye, Brother Mine! 2/11/2008
31. September Is The Yellow Month 11/4/2006
32. Voice Unvoiced 11/4/2006
33. Train, Alone 11/4/2006
34. Jerptious Flort 11/4/2006
35. Unsaid, Undead 11/4/2006
36. Cat Dance 11/4/2006
37. Statuesque 11/5/2006
38. For The Britneys Of The World 2/17/2008
39. Requiem For Taz 5/4/2008
40. At Play In A Garden Of Words (The Problem With Poetry, Or, Harvesting The Pea Patch) 11/2/2006
Best Poem of Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

English As A Foreign Language (With English To English Translation) Poem 1

I am acclumsid

conflicted by accidie

and the desire to accinge

to this acepholous manuscript

...TRANSLATION...

Clumsy, apathetic, numb, paralyzed and lazy,

I strive to apply myself

to the task of creating a beginning

for my next book

Read the full of English As A Foreign Language (With English To English Translation) Poem 1

My Shakespearean Sonnet

What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive

The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame

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