A shortage of thinking caps like face masks,
Scientists, now quacks, for fumbling their facts
Leave empty souls, stumbling souls, vacant souls.
“No shortage of face masks” is the reply,
But of good sense, the world is found lacking.
The god of progress it seems can be hacked.
Glass ceilings cracked, a new class of victims,
And core values are still under attack.
Extract from all this, history: fit in;
Absquatulate; don’t be late; holy ranks
Spared not, squat to the pressure; divided;
Too many factions; fractions of what could
Be. Blessed martyrs and blessed saints and
Painted Churches putting on thinking caps.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 14 line, sonnet without perfect rhymes, 10 syllables/line (iambic pentameter) “In an effort to make their new churches feel more like the ancient Gothic structures of their homelands, these early settlers painted the walls, altars, and arches of their simple wooden sanctuaries in colorful patterns and clever tromp l'oeil images. These buildings came to be known as the Painted Churches of Texas.” THE PAINTED CHURCHES OF TEXAS: A BEAUTIFUL BLEND OF ART AND HISTORY By Suzanne Stavinoha
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(How much time do you think I've got, Gary - had to look up 'absquatulate' and still not perfectly sure.... 😊 )
Enjoyed the first stanza; 'good sense' is oft times found lacking in the world - that much we can definitely agree on!
A fine write Gary.
Now, some places don't think. They leave the thinking - and everything else - to the Vicar, and just spectate!
Went into one church. It was Remembrance Sunday. But semi-darkness before Service started. Felt like yelling 'Anyone alive in here?' They would have chucked me out. lol.
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