Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy

(1883-1929 / Great Britain)

Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems

1. Passing The Love Of Women 9/17/2010
2. Non Angli Sed Angeli 9/17/2010
3. The Spirit 9/17/2010
4. I Know Not Where They Have Laid Him 9/17/2010
5. War 9/17/2010
6. To Stretcher Bearers 9/17/2010
7. A Sermon 9/17/2010
8. No Retaliation 9/17/2010
9. What's The Good? 9/17/2010
10. What's The Use Of A Cross To 'Im? 9/17/2010
11. The Spirit 9/17/2010
12. The Secret 9/17/2010
13. Easter 9/17/2010
14. The Sniper 9/17/2010
15. Woodbine Willie 9/17/2010
16. Worry 9/17/2010
17. Solomon In All His Glory 9/17/2010
18. Well? 9/17/2010
Best Poem of Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy


Our Padre were a solemn bloke,
We called 'im dismal Jim.
It fairly gave ye t' bloomin' creeps,
To sit and 'ark at 'im,
When he were on wi' Judgment Day,
Abaht that great white Throne,
And 'ow each chap would 'ave to stand,
And answer on 'is own.
And if 'e tried to charnce 'is arm,
And 'ide a single sin,
There'd be the angel Gabriel,
Wi' books to do 'im in.
'E 'ad it all writ dahn, 'e said,
And nothin' could be 'id,
'E 'ad it all i' black and white,
And 'E would take no kid.
And every single idle word,
A soldier charnced to say,
'E'd 'ave it...

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Solomon In All His Glory

Still I see them coming, coming,
In their ragged broken line,
Walking wounded in the sunlight,
Clothed in majesty divine.
For the fairest of the lilies,
That God's summer ever sees,
Ne'er was clothed in royal beauty
Such as decks the least of these.
Tattered, torn, and bloody khaki,

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