Sukkot by Noel Joshua HadleyTHE last anyone thought to look at the time it was seventeen minutes past midnight, and so far as I can tell, no one is eager to tether their silver chord to the transistor radio of dreams. The fire plays her usual duality...
I Chronicles 29:10-20 The Last Prayer of Da’ud by Pamela GlasgowAnd Da’ud did barak ath-YAHAUAHA, the EVER-LIVING, to the eyes of all the gathered assembly, and Da’ud did declare: Bara’uk are You, O YAHAUAHA, ALAHAYA of our fathers, From ancient times And...
Tears by Laura RobinsonGently it creates a way for more to follow Flowing down anyway and anywhere it wants Staining the skin with its rich taste Leaving the memories and all the pain To be seen by others passing by From deep within like a volcano erupts Ready to...
Tea Time with Rivqah and Teddy by Noel Joshua HadleyANY minute now, my three-year-old daughter will announce from her end of the hallway, “Daddy, TEA TIME!” And I am telling you now, I will drop what I am doing, stopping everything the very moment she calls my...
Spit in my face, you Jews (Holy Sonnet 11) by John DonneSpit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he Who could do no iniquity hath died: But by my death can not be satisfied My...
Hounds on Parade by Noel Joshua HadleySPREADING my palms wide for a Hollywood committee, I will propose the plot of my yet unproduced movie about long-eared droopy-eyed hounds howling mayhem through a small American town. “Picture the opening act if you will,”...
The Canticle of the Sun Saint Francis of AssisiMost High, all-powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessings. To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no man is worthy to mention Your name. Praised be You, my...
MARY’S SONG by Randy ConwayWith a mother’s eyes I beheld You, With a mother’s arms I held You, With a mother’s heart I loved You With a mother’s soul I died with You. I nursed You, I dressed You I held Your hand when You were afraid. I fed You, I taught You I...
Rain by Laura RobinsonIt falls down your face mixed with tears from pain and sorrow As it pours down on you and beats into your skin, let it wash away the stains from unwanted blood and fears It creates a feeling of pleasure you desire more than love, because you know...
Summer Sunshine by Pauly HartPlay hours all day sun; play, play, play. In the summer sun, warm and shiny. Summer sunshine, summer funshine. Smiles and glistens, warm and friendly. Shimmer and glimmer, warm and nice. Hot and funny, play sun, play. Play on lakes, and...
John the Beloved by Randy ConwayI am confused My emotions surging My emotions battling, Battling for prominent position. I stand alone, I am surrounded. I am stone, I am liquid. Anger rises A rage builds. Angry at the soldiers, Angry at the Religious...
Late into the autumn of 2025, we initiated our very first Unexpected Poetry Night and were pleased to welcome Vicki Joy Anderson into the TUC family. Some of you may already know her as the author of They Only Come Out at Night, an incredibly researched expose on the...
Various times by Pauly HartMore often than not, Have I ever once thought, I would be in a place such as this. And at various times, With the wind through the chimes, I could love you so much more than this. Though you knew me the same, Knew my faults and...
Jesus Northstar by Pauly Hart Guide me ever-onward Father Touch me with your wondrous might Pull me like you pull your compass Treat me like you treat your children Jesus Northstar, guide me onward Electric Life, I'm charged with your...
The Dark Night of the Soul By Saint John of the Cross I. In a dark night, With anxious love inflamed, O, happy lot! Forth unobserved I went, My house being now at rest.II. In darkness and in safety, By the secret ladder, disguised, O, happy lot! In darkness and...
Hymns on the Samaritan Woman by Saint Ephraim the Syrian (303-373 AD)Blessed are you, o woman,drawer of ordinary water,who turned out to be a drawer of living water.You found the treasure,the Source from whom a flood of mercies flows. The spring had dried up,but it...
Down In a Hidden Garden by Pamela GlasgowDown in a hidden garden,In spring,At close of day,The rattle of spears fell silentWhen Yesu knelt to pray. Envy’s cry stood muted,Conflict passed away,Down in a hidden garden,In spring,At close of day. The hounds of hell ceased...
Psalm 142 A Mashakayal of Da’ud (When he existed in the cave) A Hymn of Supplication My voice toward YAHAUAHA I will cry out. My voice toward YAHAUAHA I will incline. I will pour forth my quarrel Before His face Conspicuously, in the front part Of His face, I...
VICKI Joy Anderson, Randy Conway, and Pauly Hart. These are just some of the phenomenal poets whom you'll find here. The woman to launch a thousand ships, however, is none other than Pamela Glasgow. Her beautiful translations of Psalms from the Paleo-Hebrew is what...
As Dead As a Dodo Noel Joshua Hadley EVERYBODY knows that Charles Dickens famously employed the term to describe a Jacob Marley ghost sighting. Ebenezer Scrooge first observed Marley’s eyes, nose, and jaw fixed on the doorknob of his London...
Rowers Gliding Past Georgetown University on the Potomac in the Dim Light of Dawn Noel Joshua Hadley 12/9/25AFTER scribbling this poem’s title in a notebook I reclined in a swivel chair and chewed on my pencil feeling rather satisfied with myself. I...
Back Alley Dealers Noel Joshua Hadley 12/8/25 JUST the other day, President Barrack Obama and Senator Mitt Romney were two hands debating policy from a literal world stage rather than a Shakespearean one, and now this. How did that old Indian parable go again?...
Biblical Cosmology Edgar D. Trollip Do we live on a ball? Or is my head just spinning? Spinning with spells cast from school Toddlers eye telly-Lies, masonic actornauts grinning. Yahuah told us the truth Read Bereshit - in the beginning. Sweet teachers...
MY HAND IS TO THE PLOUGH Vicki Joy Anderson My hand is to the plough no turning back. Though I know not how to keep on going-- planting, tilling, reaping, sowing-- my hand is to the plough, no turning back. My face is set like flint ...
THE ANCIENT WAR Randy Conway This is the story of an ancient war. It began somewhere in eternity long before Adam or Eve walked across Eden’s floor In another dimension an unearthly shore It is a time and place we cannot comprehend, with...
Psalm 151 A Halala’uYAH of Da’ud I existed insignificant among my brothers, And youngest among my father’s sons. And—present, ready—I became a shepherd For him, And a ruler over his goats. My hand fashioned a pipe, And my fingers a kinnor,...
An Irish poemThen, as she plucked her son from herbreast for the executioner, one of thewomen said: ‘Why do you tear from me my darling son,The fruit of my womb?It was I who bore him, he drank my breast.My womb carried him about,...