My divine manual and life prospectus is the Bible
my ways, a beautiful mirror sparkling like clean Marble
falsehood can’t colour my teeth
Jesus Christ is not a myth
the hope of eternal life, a conviction, not a gamble.
sip your coffee and smoke cigar
you the ass holy and mob boss
catholic faith noth
StJohn the Baptist spurious
Such food made the people go crazy.
Their hearts Fill'd with lust all got hazy
In bad stuff they were in
Many died cuz of sin
And were lost for'ver and that's crazy!
Dorian Petersen Potter
The saints are prosperous and you know why
they torment your kingdom, you aren’t shy
condemned by everlasting rickets
hidden by all kinds of false jackets
smoke all the weed, you can’t be the most high.
There was a man named Freddie
he'd beat is wife ever steady
a self centered drunk
he was a scum and a skunk
the judge made sure his cell was ready
Whenever they travelled in front
The Ark Of Covenant did confront
The kept it well lit
And that was just fit
Only some to God could talk'd affront.
Dorian Petersen Potter
September, 8, 2014
Satisfies His household even much more
granting His children’s desires for sure
Jesus is the barret
beyond any laureate
His hands will cover those who stay inshore.
Jesus' blood never fails me at all
The precious crimson tide flows for all
Epitome of power
All sins overpowered
Upon it proud, I stand, brave and tall
Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
Is a man that Trump loves to hate
After The Fall
God needs a Wall
So build one before its too late!
There once was an Emperor of Rome
Who invented the first garden Gnome
He thought it looked cute
In its Christian suit
Mascot to the Coliseum of Rome
Notre Dame erupted in fire
Ghosts gasped in the funeral pyre
For the Devil's horns
Are the Crown of Thorns
Held fast by an angelic choir
If Heaven rewards people of worth
And Hell awaits all those who love mirth
Then the pain of life
Is not worth the strife
Why would a woman choose to give birth?
A TRULY GREAT PREACHER
I know a preacher named Billy Graham
Convicting words, he really can say 'em
He'll speak words so bold
It will shake up your soul
And prayers, you surely will pray 'em
A man named Jesus was heard to say
I am The Life, The Truth, and The Way
No greater word
May ever be heard
Will you accept Him today?
Our vicar her first name is Cindy
When preaching bad nerves make her windy
Sermons last half an hour
Foul farts make us cower
Her Christian name should have been Sindy
I'm the king of the ball in my Christian Dior pantsuit
With accessories by Donald and Goofy in cahoots
Not a well known fact
Their designs fill the racks
Of poets and poetesses here on the Soup
King Herod was such a big dummy
For armies must march on their tummy
Why would he crucify
A "FREE FOOD & WINE" guy
Who could make Army chow quite yummy?
Going to church on Sunday doesn't make you a Christian
Any more than standing in a garage make you a piston
This made me cackle
Like a happy jackal
Then walked into a lion's den and it made me a chicken
God calls each one by name
Everyone’s name is sacred
The name is the icon of the person
It demands respect
As a sign of the one who bears it
Poetry Form: Limerick
Copyright © Jacqueline RMendoza
I once was a man named Saul.
I thought I knew it all.
I persecuted the church.
I went to Damascus to search.
Where Jesus transformed me to Paul.
I had lost my sight
All I could see was night.
I heard Jesus’s voice.
I made Him my choice.
Praise the Lord, I saw the Light.
Giant Tiger or GT Boutique, has gained tremendous fame
A classy discount shopping thrill, I'm not pulling your chain
Mo said if money's your concern
It's means less money to burn
You and Christian Dior might be seen boarding a plane
MrPete with Al Sharpton did just meet
They oppose homophobia -- How sweet!
But what about Mike Pence
Can they get off the fence
And come to this kind, Christian man's defense?
There once was a minister so meek
His sole desire, the Lord for to seek --
Despite babes everywhere
Never once did he stare --
He just grinned, then turned her other cheek
King of the runway in my Christian Dior pantsuit
Accessories as well right down to the boots
Not a well-known fact
These designs fill my racks
A poet of sophistication in this limerick loupe
The Angel Gabriel by God was sent
to Mary with news of a holy event.
“For a mystery prepare
its God's Son you shall bear.”
Dispelling all fear she gave her consent.