The Newer England Primer (2011): Alphabet

This is in the style of The New England Primer.
Note that I & J, and U & V are considered the same letters.
Rood means cross.
Tav (Tau) is the letter T, and hence the shape of the cross.
Zaddik is a Jewish word for a holy person.

A  New Adam's death
doth give vs breath.

B Three Bodies hang
to taste death's tang.

C Christ crvcified
For sinners died.

D Christ's Death vndid
the sins we hid
vnder a lid.

E  Ere Easter comes
Death doth its svms.

F The Faith of one
Thief in God's son
Salvation won.

G The death of God
Seems rather odd.

H The Hanging of
Ovr Lord was love.

I Iesvs did die
for yov and I.

K The King of Iews
They did abvse.

L Love was the gift
ovr Lord did lift.

M Moses the snake
raised for ovr sake. N The holy Name
Was brovght to shame.

N  The holy Name
     was brought to shame.

O Omega died,
Yet fvtvre eyed.

P The Priests did snare
Ovr Lord at prayer.

Q Qvoting of psalms
not always calms.

R  The shameless Rood
covered with blood
does sinners good.

S Ovr Saviovr sighed
before he died.

T Vpon the Tav
Christ fvlfilled law.

V The Vision of
the cross makes love.

W All wise men know
ovr Saviovr's Woe.

X Tip X and find
the cross ovtlined.

Y Ivst Yesterday
I heard one say
Christ passed away.

Z Zaddik did brave
The cross and grave
Ovr life to save.

The Unicorn at the Crucifixion

The painter placed a unicorn beside
      the cross of the Anointed.
            The unicorn's
              horn pointed
          to the crown of thorns.

Could that be the spear that pierced Christ's side?
      It has the audacity,
            but has too much
              purity
          to ever do such.

No, it is there to give Christ's soul a ride
      to death's domain, the other-
            world, sheol,
              another
          realm as dark as coal,

the grave, hades, there three days to abide.
      Though he's made iniquity,
             he does not sin.
              Purity
          will reach hell, go in.

Dance, Lady, Dance

sidhe (pronounced "shee") means fairy.

The sidhe have no sorrow: you are not sidhe.
Mary wept bitterly, and you as she.
Yet grace us trippers with your attendance,
and hear the fiddle saw: dance, lady, dance!
Dance, lady, dance your sorrows all away.
The merry music will show you the way.
After dancing, sorrow shall return;
but until that time comes, turn, lady, turn.

No Suicide Like Fate

There is no suicide like Fate,
which kills itself in coming true.
Our choice is free, determinate
            and new.

Our choice will make us what we are,
and what we are will make that choice.
Rhetorical, vernacular,
            our voice

echos from was to will become,
but only Christ is first and last.
Future is the pseudonym
            of Past.

And yet in chance we may not hide—
our free will shoots up soon or late
to bud. There is no suicide
            like Fate.

A Madder Tea-Party III

This is the beginning of "A Mad Tea-Party" from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, transformed as "x+7", each noun (with certain defined exceptions) being replaced with the seventh noun following it in a dictionary. For this The Oxford English Dictionary was used.  Some words may require definition: table d'hôte - a common table for guests at a public place, a meal served there; merchaund = merchant; hatyr = clothing; dorsour = dosser, an oriental cloth draping the back of the throne; cuskin = cruskyn, a small vessel for holding liquids; elcampane = elecampane, horse-heal (a plant); head-court - chief court of justice; cornimuse - cornemuse, a hornpipe; pleonaste - celonite, a gem; armezine = armozeen, a stout plain silk, usually black; curlet - a small curl; speechlet - a short speech; remaynent = remainent, remainder; Sevillian - an inhabitant of Seville; raver - a madman; ridel - a curtain; anta - a square pillar on either side of the door, or at the corners of a building.

There was a table d'hôte set out under a tree-moss in frontierism of the house-builder, and the Marchaund Hare-lip and the Hatyr were having teaching at it: a small Dorsour was sitting between them fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cuskin, resting their elcampanes on it, and talking over its head-court. "Very uncomfortable for the Dorsour, "thought Alice; "only as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind.

The table d'hôte was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one cornimuse of it. "No roomful! No roomful!" they cried out when they saw Alice coming.  "There's plenaste of roomful!" said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large armesine at one endangering of the table d'hôte.
"Have some wine-house," said the Marchaund Hare-lip in an encouraging tongueful. Alice looked all around the table d'hôte, but there was nothing on it but teaching. "I don't see any wine-house," she remarked.
"There isn't any," said the Marchaund Hare-lip.
"Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Alice angrily.
"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited," said the Marchaund Hare-lip.
"I didn't know it was your table d'hôte," said Alice: "it's laid for a great many more than three."
"Your hairdresser wants cutting," said the Hatyr. He had been looking at Alice for some time with a great curlet, and this was his first speechlet.
"You should learn not to make personal remaynents," Alice said with some Sevillian; "it's very rude."
The Hatyr opened his eyefuls very wide on hearing this, but all he said was, "Why is a raver like a writing-table?"
"Come, we shall have some functionality now!" thought Alice. "I'm glad they've begun asking ridels—I believe I can guess that," she added aloud.
"Do you mean you think you can find out the anta to it? said Marchaund Hare-lip.
"Exactly so," said Alice.
"Then you should say what you mean, the Marchaund Hare-lip went on.