The tree is life - its branches broken -
For the grafted in its boughs betoken!
Faith is the root
And love its fruit...
So God will judge as He has spoken!
The forces of nature are odd
So is that why we invent god?
Our deity’s norm
Seems to be human form
And reflects this silly facade
I'm for all people and their faith
It's for them and not others to deface
They'll have their moment to preach
On poetry sites the words teach
And leave for another time, another place
"The peacemaker" is Glock's new gun
Its spent rounds are rapture and fun
Yes killing's a thrill
Since I'm mentally ill
And need to own more than just one
A gun for me is like prozac
The bullets clipped pills in a stack
I'm not paranoid
But have weapons deployed
In case I should have an attack
"Let's spread the word of the Lord!" they exclaimed
"Knocking on doors - surely none could be blamed!"
It's simply a matter of time
Up the walls we will climb
Our inevitable ire will thus be inflamed
Mercy Christ, I needed the sacrifice
My mind had need, of Agape advice
I needed Christly project
Of higher Cosmic logic
Revealed mind's carnal and sweetness, Love's spice
For: Poem of Faith Contest
In Honor of: Brian Strand
A blessed appointment so crucial, but missed the date
all things done so perfect but arrives at a closed gate
ill beyond any medicine
living like hell’s cousin
always on the wrong side of a rare misfortune's rate.
sip your coffee and smoke cigar
you the ass holy and mob boss
catholic faith noth
StJohn the Baptist spurious
There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
She looked deep inside
Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious
I care for you
You care for me
I think of you
You think for me
I feel for you
You feel for me
Until then you kissed me and loved me
We felt above all that we love each other
Fulfilling desire can toll
A sense of relief for the soul;
But death will begin
With the meaning of sin:
Desire that’s out of control.
I once met a man from the west
And invited him home as my guest
I told of the cross
He cried, "I am lost!"
Then repented and God gave him rest
May I humbly say a word
Why you make my life so hard
Though I pray for your mercy
Never you send returns I see
Is it not quite unfair my Lord
Once there was a man called John biscuit, the faith
“What you believe you are, you are” biscuit’s great faith
Come hell or high water
Shame, redicule no matter
Bloody biscuit what do you believe? Tell the truth.
Contradictory remark consists of abusive material.
destruction in relations to develop blaming serial.
Love and trust fires hate and jealous for what purpose!
good friend or partner become enemy with anger dose,
relation cracks as earthquake disaster a concrete building.
Creation is an unsolved mystery.
Men have pondered it throughout history.
Some say it is evolution.
What a logical solution!
But faith shows God is more than a banshee.
Sediments of life experiences may seem precarious
One’s faith and hope that they may be found meritorious
As one lies six feet underground
The hereafter will only be compound
If the Creator’s judgment finds you sinfully nefarious
Patrick lived in Great Britain, his wick,
But when he was sixteen and quick,
Was captured by pirates horrible,
Taken to Ireland adorable,
Where he found god, his walking stick
The dark prince and the almighty Gods' darkest whore,
The prince defies God so he is going to even the score,
He's crowned with disloyalty and encouraging her lie,
Sitting by her darkened throne and views the lashings go by,
The Lord then slams and then seals heavens' eternal door.
Our lives are one of constant care,
As we are always running from here to there,
Yet the care we show is no care at all,
Except for ourselves since Adam's fall,
And still He came, His death and life for us to share.
How is my soul
Stuck in black hole?
Am in God's hands
Pass testing lands
No longer blind like mole!
There once was a man most pious
Who felt his predictions had no bias
Of rapture he spouted
While the world simply doubted
He simply ensnared the more gullible of us
This world was shrouded in dark sin
Until God sent his loved Son in
To shed the blessed light
That all of mankind might
Learn how eternal life to win.
For John Freeman's limerick contest