Category: Poetry

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "Mum"
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Poem: “Mum”

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Mum (written as a tribute to a mother upon her death overseas by her priest son on assignment here in America. Posted with permission from her son.) My Mum is gone The sad words say. Gone is she on this darkest of days. Brightness no more will dwell upon me. My heart is gone with […]

Assassination of Bobby Kennedy.  Marking 45 years (June 6, 1968)
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Assassination of Bobby Kennedy. Marking 45 years (June 6, 1968)

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In a thousand days of JFK, Hope held sway for a better way. To the noble we did aspire. What was keen and bold we did admire. Jackie helped us look for class, Rise above the crass and brass. In Spanish and French, for Jack she spoke, To grace and poise she inspired plain folk. […]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

 Poem: "To Medusa"
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Poem: “To Medusa”

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To Medusa Gorgon, my Gorgon I gaze on that sweetest face. Stone, my own face turns. O Medusa, dear, Let us talk a while here, Make our wedding plans. Shall it be had here, Or closer to your own Greece, Under olive trees? Who should we invite? Who can stand to see your grace? Who […]

Poem: "Pixie Led"
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Poem: “Pixie Led”

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Pixie Led Pixie led, bewildered in the darkness Follow flame that flickers in the wildness, Near or farther off cannot be told, Sheep you wandered silly from the fold Come closer, then – but how to know how far The beacon floats ahead – or who you are, Whether in the air or in the mind, […]

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Joyce Kilmer, Trees, and Duty

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A hand shot up from among the troops sitting on the ground. It was an eager sergeant who raised his hand and asked if he could help. In front of the troops was an enthusiastic young lady who was a volunteer with the YMCA. The sergeant’s offer to assist her came as somewhat of a surprise. She was […]

Poem: "A Consecration"
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Poem: “A Consecration”

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A Consecration Arms extended to heaven, he raises the chalice, The silver family heirloom, The one bequeathed to him by his priest uncle. Fingers cradle the priceless cup, The vessel that contains the Precious Blood. Pointed directly towards the heavenly throne The open mouth Of the chalice Of the priest Of the people gathered Readies […]

Poem: "The Ladies (Nurses)"
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Poem: “The Ladies (Nurses)”

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The Ladies (Nurses) Ladies of the night, Ladies of the day, They lend their hands to Gods’ work, To heal the sick each day. With caring and knowing, They tend their flock. Holding their hands And helping them walk They come with the heart, Of a woman in love. And respond as a Mother, To […]

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

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Five poems by John B. Tabb.

Poem: "An Inscription"
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Poem: “An Inscription”

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An Inscription We wandered through the hills of Earth That were before so gray and mean That now by eon-founded birth And sweet spring rain were young and clean Once we saw a rock smoothed off, A surface on it faintly scribed (It was an April tender, soft The rain had washed, the sun had […]

Poem: "Womb of the Cosmos"
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Poem: “Womb of the Cosmos”

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Womb of the Cosmos I am woven in the womb of the cosmos Created in the brilliance of Stars Leaving remnants of me like a comet, a spray A blip on the radar of time I am loved. I am wanted. I am held. I am known- By the great Maker whose hands fashioned mine […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]