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 absolute faith Spiritual Poems 2/23/2016
 odin and his gang Dark Poetry 2/22/2016
 viking thinking of sex Humorous Poems 2/21/2016
 Glasgow Fantasy Poems 2/20/2016
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 drowning Grieving and Loss 2/18/2016
 summer night Humorous Poems 2/17/2016
 our religious inheritance Spiritual Poems 2/15/2016
 big rabbit sonnet Humorous Poems 2/13/2016
 twilight zone Insight 2/12/2016
 extolling the great Insight 2/11/2016
 dead canines in Spain  Dark Poetry 2/10/2016
 murderous laughter Misc 2/9/2016
 back at the ranch Humorous Poems 2/6/2016
 truth be told Humorous Poems 2/5/2016
 wildfire Insight 2/4/2016
 morphus`s kiss Dark Poetry 2/3/2016
 marvellous life Insight 2/2/2016
 the lay of the land Dedications 2/1/2016
 an African Queen Dedications 1/30/2016
 a portrait of emptiness Insight 1/28/2016
 a winter's tale  Insight 1/27/2016
 passing misgivings  Insight 1/24/2016
 fire hazard Insight 1/23/2016
 the cloud of abyss Dark Poetry 1/22/2016
 olive and orange Fantasy Poems 1/21/2016
 female education  Fantasy Poems 1/20/2016
 my way Insight 1/19/2016
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 a different sonnet Nature 1/17/2016
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absolute faith

The absolute Faith

It is so long ago now I might have had a hallucination
I had a day off at my work as a cook at a tourist hotel.
And biked to the bay that didn`t have big waves, it`s odd
But a have always had a fear of the sea despite the fact
I spent thirty years on the surfaces of oceans that were
A times of ill temper.
Having gone ashore on an Island in the Saragossa Sea
I was a survivor of the ghost that haunts a seamanís heart.


What I saw in the bay was six nuns were rowing and mother
Superior steering the boat, on her signal, they stopped rowing
Uplifted oars dripped diamonds into the sea.
A haze descended and they disappeared, I do not know where.
Sun reflection on the water I had no sunglasses.
So I sat on a pebbled shoreline reading the daily news

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