Poetry

Biography


I was born in London in 1956 and graduated from Essex University in 1983. I won second prize in the Manchester Cathedral poetry competition, judged by Rowan Williams, who was to become the Archbishop of Canterbury. 

For ten years I was secretary to the late John Heath-Stubbs, who was awarded the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. I have had a publication with the Hearing Eye Press - Bright in Imagined Numbers, which is available on the internet. 

My work is Christian poetry written within the traditions of the English canon.

Poems


'A Blind Vision of Paradise' is a collection of 44 poems by Nick Orengo.

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A Blind Vision of Paradise

 

Still You Are Blessed

You laughed where we loved so long ago
As if the years had not passed at all;
Where the sparkling waters flow,
And the little tugboats call.
O beneath the yellowing lamplight
In a bright and holy tryst,
We once walked away the roseate night,
And softly, softly kissed;
And still the river quietly sings
In that sacramental place;
And though time like a lost bell rings
Still you are blessed with a beautiful face.

 

My True Love Has Come Back

Pack up the stars, and pour away the sea –
Catch the sun and moon in the chalice of the dawn
Because my true love has come back to me.

In the prison of the years let me be free
To wander the holy places where her beauty was born,
Because my true love has come back to me.

Pay the human heart it's unique expensive fee
Out of the starlit sky let truth be torn
Because my true love has come back to me.

 

Yet May It Burn

O lady of the silver stars, you move
Among the fires of holy love; your grace
Is the light of mazy moons that measures out
The quarrelling seas; O mother of the requiem
That is the song of the air, locked
In maternal sorrow, come to me in
The turbulence of my sleep that a veil
Of peace be drawn over my days;
And may the healing fountain start
In the shadowy silence of the mountains
Where lonely men dwell; O lady of all
Things of love, kiss the eternal flame
Of desire till it grows to consume
The lovers in their ancient passion; O
It is written in the stars that in time
All love shall end; O yet may it burn
In all the ecstasies of the brightening day.

 

 

Eden Refound

When the valley was clothed in the gold
Of the summer sun, I walked
The apple orchards that were ablaze
With light and brimming
With red fruit –
And the white horses
Whispered a green faith, snorting
White plumes of breath in the holy stable;
And I wondered when the devil had first come
With his glittering deceit to ruin the Eden
Where the giant laughed at the wicked
Trolls, and Eve combed out her golden
Hair; yet all was paradise
In the shimmering
Fields – and love proclaimed
Her name among the shining apples,
And in a white wave of grace the horses
Thundered towards the horizon, where a band
Of silver light married this world to heaven.

 

Sang a stone beneath the sea

I have known the dreams of starlight
And travelled the firmament, burning and bright
Sang a stone beneath the sea.

And glimpsed the fatal kiss in Eden,
And all the brilliant gold of heaven
Sang a stone beneath eternity.

While all I ever found of love
Burned in the moon and stars above
Sang a stone so merrily.

Now I watch the little fishes in the deep
Rapt in a reverie of love and sleep;
O maker of our heavenly dreams
The darkness with your sunlight teems,

And I live on in ecstasy.

 

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