“ That Pope ” ~ be but a man ~

Who is that man

We know as pope,

Speaks of his god

In guarded hope,

Yet but a notion

He finds to cloud

Anomic motion,

Thus  pope’s nod

Tries realize,

Deeds  worth born

Thru wise contrive,

Wants reach out

To obviate scorn

Of all who doubt,

Self-serve beliefs

Of ambiguous gods,

Begs we question

Ill fated concepts,

Whose insecure souls

Must suffer its tenet,

Said reflections of man mad

In a world of self-destruction!

                                                                                ode to Udo for inspiring

                                                                       this poem on now Pope Francesco,

                                                                    possibly the greatest in modern history!

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“ Dancing In The Dark ” ~ with unanimity ~

 

In the magic of night

You may find a place,

Said has unanimity

That dance does sing,

The while it swings

To find a rhythm,

Will curve around

Held silken grooves,

And thus so compel

To thread the links,

That makes to compose

The nimble potion,

One can but see

Lives there within

The graceful motion,

Of innate dancers

Who bring to life

Such mellow steps,

That move so tight

They spark a daring          

Which so ignites,

All hence be wanting

To dance in the dark!