Limerick Poems About Spiritual | Spiritual Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: city, funny, humorous, nonsense,

A Man From Rome

There once was a man from Rome who's head was shinny like chrome gave the world spiritual hope was given the title of Pope now he wears a hat like that of a gnome

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: life, uplifting

Fish Out Of Water (Pisces Dude)

I once knew a compassionate man
who couldn't survive on dry land

    he was sensitive and kind 
  helped me find peace of mind

with him a spiritual quest began 

Pisces Freak I Am 

Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Anthony Truth Portal

Once there was a man called Anthony "truth portal"
Quoted a verse from the "HOLY BHAGAVAT GITA"
"Man is made by his belief.
As he believes, so he is."
bloody spiritual realm is the "truth portal"!

Poem Details | by Warner Baxter |
Categories: city, crazy, funny, hilarious,

European Vacation

There once was a man from Rome who's head was shinny like chrome gave the world spiritual hope was given the title of Pope now he wears a hat like that of a gnome ~*~ There once was a girl that lived in Brussels who married a man, now they're the Russell's she was kind of a geek he was more than weak she with no brains him without muscles ~*~ There once was a girl from France who danced on stage with no pants she showed off her tush but never her bush she left the crowd in a trance ~*~

Poem Details | by Jeremy henderson |
Categories: philosophy

dont tempt me

temptation is only the bait
what follows is much worse in fate
you just take a bite
then no need to fight
you're stuck in the spiritual gate

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: humorous,

Fast Lane and Novocain

Fast Lane and Novocain

My thump is sore pure and plain
For it and fast lane need Novocain
Found out without use of my thumb
Was hard to bat and beat a drum
Music playing greatness to sustain.

While at home wife was wearing the pants
On boil on my thumb, she used a lance
Said my brain sure seemed so small
And she will go ahead and do it all
From caring for computer to finance.

I finally found so much spiritual food
That me and my soul viewed and viewed
What now does God have in store for me
Ability to write as well as hear and see
Cats who in heaven meowed and meowed.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Blocks View of His Feet

Blocks View of His Feet

Trump not only is total loss but also complete;
Speaks same words several times and will repeat;
Ignorant sign off;
Retarded slightly above,
And big belly does block view of his both feet.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC 28422

4385 cdd Pick Pocket Preacher
Thursday August 3, 2017
Volume 18 Number 155

Today's Author: Pastor Bill

Christian Cross Ministries Participant TSfrom Republic, Missouri contributed financially in support of today's cddThank you - PTL! pb

Scripture: Leviticus 19:13
"You shall not cheat your neighbor, nor rob him" NKJV

A Note of interest from Pastor Bill
Our expansion of Cross planting throughout the world has been a wonderful blessingBut along with expansion comes challengesPastor Cosmas from Nairobi, Kenya traveled for us to the Congo planting 2 crosses and experienced major spiritual oppositionHis journey took 3 times longer than planned and spiritual opposition was stiffBut the Lord prevailedTwo Crosses were planted in the Congo "Declaring God's Glory." Upon his return Pastor Cosmas found that his pictures were corruptedJust another example of the opposition from our enemyThe pictures you will see for this Cross were sent during construction and are not the best qualityBut as always "To God Be all the Glory." Please continue to pray for the 90 Crosses --- we are just beginning --- our entire team needs your prayerpb Cross Giving Click Here

Hello, my name is Uwbikiye Jean Pierre with the Church of God, Goma, CongoI was born in a family of eight childrenWe were five boys and three girlsMy father died while I was still young, I am the sixth in our familySo, we were left with my mother, life was difficult and challengingI felt strangled by poverty so I ran away from home when I was fifteen and became a street boyOn the street, I was introduced to drugs, unclean living and stealingThis became my way of life for five years

When I was twenty a preacher came to my home town of Goma with a Christian CrusadeThe street gangs were excitedA large crowd was just what we needed to get drug money by picking pocketsWe all gathered at the crusade and dispersed among the peopleBut for me this day would be differentThis day I heard what the preacher was sayingHe talked of the love of God and he said that love verses hate is a choiceMy life was full of anger, bitterness and hateI had never experienced love in my life

For the first time, I was very attentive to every word the preacher saidIt was as though he was talking only to me amid all the peopleI knew I was there to pick pockets but I couldn't do itThe more I heard the more love filled me until I was overflowingThe preacher reached the end of his talk and asked, "Does anyone want to live this kind of love with Jesus Christ? If so come forward." I rushed forward and gave my life to Jesus.

Local pastors from all over the city were invited to the meetingWe were asked to find a pastor near where we livedI didn't know any of the pastors so I asked around and found one from my local Church of GodIt was close by and I became committed to it.

At first it was not easy for me because my friends tried to pull me back to the street with drugs and stealingBut I was determined not to let go of the love of Jesus

To make a long story short, my friends started calling me the church rat --- meaning the church was everything to me and became my homeI started carrying instruments to different parts of city for crusades, I was helping and participating in every church activity that came alongThe Pastor taught me the skill of carpentry --- he really took me under his wing while mentoring me.

Time came I had to go back to my mother's houseI had to share the love of Jesus with her and my family and ask for forgivenessI walked in a changed man and the entire family received me and joined in loving JesusI met my wife and we were marriedWe started this church two years ago and Jesus has been faithful each step along the way

Thank you, Pastor Bill and Pastor Cosmas, for this CrossIt is so necessary to show our people how much Jesus loved us that He died for us on the Cross.   

You can see a picture of Pastor Jean Pierre (on the right) and Pastor Cosmas with this Cross 

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Body Odor Bad

Body Odor Bad

Mosquitoes are in air but whose;
Maybe you should pick and chose;
Body odor had,
Which was bad;
Someone else's they started to use.

Jim Horn

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We are actually spiritual beings having a human experience!.
This immediately happens when Jesus becomes your savior.

Jim Horn

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Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: humor, irony,

Terms of Endearment


It’s not usual for her to extol
Don’t expect popularity poll
But it made my day
Thought I heard her say
“You’re really an A Class soul”

Though my years of folly took toll
Think my wife may have given parole
Have I made a strike? 
For it sounded like
“You’re really an A Class soul”

As a partner I essay my role
Though I may fall short on the whole
With new spiritual status
Nought could separate us
Reborn as a Class A Soul