Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy

(1883-1929 / Great Britain)

Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems

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

Well?

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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