Category: Fiction, Poetry & Humor

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXIX

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "The Elixir"
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Poem: “The Elixir”

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The Elixir Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in anything To do it as for Thee. Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make Thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. A man that looks on glass, On it […]

Poem: "On Death, without Exaggeration"
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Poem: “On Death, without Exaggeration”

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On Death, without Exaggeration It can’t take a joke, find a star, make a bridge. It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming, building ships, or baking cakes. In our planning for tomorrow, it has the final word, which is always beside the point. It can’t even get the things done that are part of its […]

Rooting Out Government Leakers
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Rooting Out Government Leakers

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The name is Monday. Agent Monday. I have an important job to do. Back in 2011 President Obama issued an executive order to root out security violators within the federal government — people like Edward Snowden, our most recent leaker of government secrets. The president ordered federal employees to report suspicious activities among their co-workers […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXVIII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

The Window Fans
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The Window Fans

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Even on the hottest nights of the summer, my father knew how to make our house ice cold. We lived in a modest two-story home typical of the ’60s and ’70s — red brick on the bottom, white aluminum siding on the top. There were four bedrooms upstairs and a master bedroom downstairs (my parent’s […]

Dinner Bells and Other Lost Sounds of Summer
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Dinner Bells and Other Lost Sounds of Summer

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I long for the sounds of summer I knew as a kid. In the ’60s and ’70s, you see, most of our neighbors kept their windows open day and night, allowing the outside sounds to come in and the inside sounds to go out. I woke every morning to the birds chirping outside my window […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXVII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "The Potter"
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Poem: “The Potter”

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The Potter Sinner that I am O God, Still You give me Your quill To write the words that are on my heart When the evening is still. You touch me in the gentlest way, And you tear my heart within me. You fill me with wondrous praise, And prayers come out from in me. […]

Poem: "A Coffin—is a Small Domain"
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Poem: “A Coffin—is a Small Domain”

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A Coffin—is a Small Domain A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth— Yet ampler than the Sun— And all the Seas He populates And Lands He looks upon To Him who on its small Repose Bestows a single Friend— Circumference […]

Weekly Wits
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Weekly Wits: 7/12/13

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John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXVI

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "The Lullaby of Tears"
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Poem: “The Lullaby of Tears”

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The Lullaby of Tears When Jesus was a little child As evening’s shadows lay, The Holy Virgin held Him close For tired was He from play. And Heaven sent in shining white The angels to their King Who kissed His precious baby hands Then knelt to pray and sing. The flowers bloomed to hear their […]

Poem: "Independence Day, USA"
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Poem: “Independence Day, USA”

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Independence Day, USA Fourth of July Emblazoned so high, That children may see By history. And for young and old Of most every mold Who want to learn, Who can discern How the past does sing That freedom may spring From the muskets’ fumes When tyranny looms; How to fight for right Lest darkness and […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXV

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Final Vows"
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Poem: “Final Vows”

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Final Vows 10/28/04 If in this hour we are not one, All is not right with my soul. For we have chosen to wed this moment. You and I ….each a part of this moment. We are joined O lord for you have beckoned me. We are joined O Lord because I came willingly. Even […]

He’s Not a Hitter, He’s a Baby Sitter!
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He’s Not a Hitter, He’s a Baby Sitter!

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“Let’s go, he can’t hit, he can’t hit.” “Stop the game! How dare you suggest that the batter, an innocent 12-year-old child who only wants to make contact with the ball, cannot hit! Have you considered how your ridicule will harm his self-esteem? As the umpire of this game, I forbid you to utter such […]

Poem: "Jim" and "And Then There Were Nine"
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Poem: “Jim” and “And Then There Were Nine”

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Jim This one’s for you, the man you’ve become. There were many years we had no connection, for whatever reason we’ve made the correction. We’ve missed so much because of the choices we’ve made, and there seems little time to make up the gain. So before it is too late for you to know, that […]

Weekly Wits
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Weekly Wits: 6/28/13

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John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXIV

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Beloved"
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Poem: “Beloved”

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Beloved Beloved, how can you be troubled now This final hour of unfriendly night, When Christ has pledged, as with a marriage vow, To take you to His house of cheery light? If lavishly He spilled the bottled wine To celebrate your love; if eagerly He slipped into the thorny ring as sign And seal […]

Poem: "Confirmation Day"
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Poem: “Confirmation Day”

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Confirmation Day Be with me my child, Be with me my friend. Walk with me in your lifetime And your life will never end. Be with me my servant Be true to only me. And I have given my word, That I shall always be with you. Receive me this day child, I have waited […]

John B. Tabb - Priest-Poet
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Tabb’s Poetry XXIII

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "They Won't Forget Him"
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Poem: “They Won’t Forget Him”

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They Won’t Forget Him You have so few friends anywhere A man who’s marked with ill-respect, For some a failure in affairs, Associates are false, defect Who wants to know a man of grief Admired by the stupid poor? Only some revolting thief And those who stink of fish, the boors You’re lower class, invisible […]