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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Transfiguration"
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Poem: “Transfiguration”

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Transfiguration (Dedicated to the precious women who profoundly regret their abortions) How like this little fetus, Holy God, You writhed, enwombed in suffocating pain, Until sharp instruments unpumped your blood And left your form transfigured to a stain. How like a loving mother’s natal pine Your prayer, encrypted as a primal groan, Umbilical from heaven’s […]

Weekly Wits
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Weekly Wits: 5/10/13

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Poem: “To Uncle Clive”
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Poem: “To Uncle Clive”

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To Uncle Clive “At my first coming into the world I had been (implicitly) warned never to trust a Papist, and at my first coming into the English Faculty (explicitly) never to trust a philologist. Tolkien was both” – C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy You stubborn fool! You biased fool! Why did you not […]

The Excitement at Mass
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The Excitement at Mass

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My husband is so lucky that we only have girls. Whenever we’re out someplace public like the zoo, Legoland, a grocery store, or church, and a child has to go to the bathroom, it’s automatically the female parent who has to take her.  Lucky me. This especially came in handy (for my husband) at church […]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Sister Mary"
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Poem: “Sister Mary”

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Sister Mary (for all Sisters & Nuns) Mary, Mary how does your garden grow? With brilliance and burdens Teaching and sowing This is how you bring souls to me. Mary, Mary how does your garden grow? With sacrifice and effort Hard work,sometimes without rest This is how you please me. Mary, my Mary how does […]

Weekly Wits
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Weekly Wits: 5/3/13

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Poem: "Wisteria"
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Poem: “Wisteria”

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Wisteria The lone purple Violet almost escaped my notice As I tromped along the woodland path. But there she was, Peeping out through the mat of rotted oak and poplar leaves. Tombstones of last year’s Fall, Sheltering this year’s harbinger of Summer. I couldn’t smell her fragrance, For her five tiny petals barely emitted a […]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "In Years to Come..."
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Poem: “In Years to Come…”

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In Years To Come… The Ancient One ignites the air North easterlies with mighty flair, Roar down the green and grassy plains Flattened by the thrusting rains. (In a small den on a high hill Wolves huddle close in the stormy chill. Lean eyes flash the bolts of light No howling at the moon this […]

Poem: “The Most Humble Man on Earth”
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Poem: “The Most Humble Man on Earth”

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The Most Humble Man on Earth I’m the most humble man on earth. Of all men stripped of noble birth And left to wander the streets at night, With only a forsaken birth right, I am the most humble. I am more holy than a pious priest Who wages wars with spiritual beasts, And says […]

Poem: "Unborn Me"
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Poem: “Unborn Me”

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Unborn Me Here I am in my mothers’ womb, Safe and warm and comfortable. Life has just begun for me, Here in my mothers’ womb. To be loved and have life Is a wondrous feeling. Being loved and alive Is my joy this day. In here I wait for my bright tomorrow. In here I […]

Weekly Wits
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Weekly Wits: 4/26/13

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Two Mothers, and One More"
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Poem: “Two Mothers, and One More”

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Two Mothers, and One More Until she squawked, preened her feathers and skittered away, I didn’t see her, As I jogged around the perimeter of the field On which my children played. I continued running, occassionally turning my head Making sure my little ones were safe And “boo-boo” free. During my second loop around the […]

The Higher Our Tech, the Ruder We Get
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The Higher Our Tech, the Ruder We Get

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Get this: Social media are making us ruder. According to Reuters, social media users face “an increase in rudeness online with people having no qualms about being less polite virtually than in person.” I think our rudeness began ticking up with the introduction of another technological innovation: the telephone. As phones became commonplace in American […]

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Weekly Wits: 4/18/13

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Poem: “The Dark Night of the Soul”
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Poem: “The Dark Night of the Soul”

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The Dark Night of the Soul (How does my love look when she sleeps?) How does my love look when she sleeps? She sleeps quietly, not snoring, Soon sighing as she is dreaming. When the nightmare and terror disturb That quiet surrender to peace, She stirs, moans, and cries out for Me. Her face distorts, […]

The Wit and Wisdom of Will Rogers
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The Wit and Wisdom of Will Rogers

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Things are mighty heated these days. Tempers are flaring and minds are closed. Here’s the solution: the wit and wisdom of Will Rogers. “The short memory of voters is what keeps our politicians in office.” “We’ve got the best politicians that money can buy.” “A fool and his money are soon elected.” Rogers spoke these […]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Beneath the Weight"
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Poem: “Beneath the Weight”

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Beneath the Weight Beneath the weight of death we’d break If God did not lift up that mass, Why? For love and mercy’s sake Until the weight of death should pass Even God had strained and groaned So heavy did our burden prove, That when He moved away that stone It was eternity He moved […]

Poem: "A Flower’s Beatitude"
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Poem: “A Flower’s Beatitude”

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A Flower’s Beatitude A poem dedicated to my wife The colorful glee of a flower’s bloom, tragically dies, If it does not touch joyful and receptive eyes. For flowers yearn to not only survive but to grow in the human soul, To avoid wilting into merely natural wholes. What a mysterious paradox of a natural […]

Not the Devil, but Silver-Tongued
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Not the Devil, but Silver-Tongued

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The devil is in the details. Maybe I’d better explain. As it goes, the hit History Channel show, “The Bible,” was recently called out because the actor playing the part of Satan, Moroccan-born Mohamen Mehdi Ouazanni, looks eerily similar to President Obama. I don’t think Obama is the devil, but he surely has one characteristic […]