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Terence Smith Poem
My faith says I must take the Bible at face value,
swallow it whole.
40 guys wrote it, not one woman in the bunch.
So why must I take it as such?
What happened to the Gospel of Mary?
Am I just being contrary?
I believe Jesus was a very great person.
A man of peace and reason in a pagan world of strife.
But how can I believe in God the sovereign ruler,
and the righteousness of Democracy at the same time?
If God created all.
Does he not believe in the democratic system he created?
I believe that Jesus of Nazareth was a man,
the same as Gandhi, and MLK. Jr.
I believe that Jesus was the son of God,
as are we are all, the sons and daughters of God,
with God as our Creator.
Jesus preached that charity was good and avarice was bad.
So why is the church of Rome so rich?
With piles of golden treasure in the Vatican Museum.
That my eye has seen.
Why do some preachers clamor for donations?
And dress in fancy clothes, ride in fancy cars,
accumulate great wealth,
and build crystal cathedrals? Are not the hungry to be fed?
The poor to be clothed?
The homeless to be housed?
I don’t believe in original sin,
I don’t believe I’m responsible for the actions of people,
four thousand years ago.
I don’t believe in Creationism
six days doesn’t make any sense at all,
for God is far more patient than that,
for, after all, I’m still here.
Why does God the merciful allow the slaughter of innocents,
I just don’t like the picture that presents.
I just don’t understand it at all,
perhaps I am not a Christian after all.
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2024
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Terence Smith Poem
Chantaclair
From the pleasure garden,
came the grape to ferment the vintage,
loved by pauper poet, saint, or sage.
Taste so sweet with just a hint of bite,
nectar of the gods,
but a single bottle survives, Chantaclair.
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Terence Smith Poem
Keep the Lid On
There is no reason to throw away years of progress for a momentary,
fit of anger,
you will not obtain a profit from rioting in the street,
Do not play into the hands who would like to turn the situation,
to their means,
and roll good laws retrograde.
Keep the lid on for your own good as well,
I have no snake oil to sell,
acting in your own interest keeps your freedom free.
So far you have shown great restraint,
that's more than I can say for the Memphis police,
indictments have been made the guilty will pay.
a time for calm and reason © 10 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith justice
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Terence Smith Poem
The Cost of Failure
I try my best to do a thing,
and when I fail to reach my target by a little bit,
I am flogged in the street like a mangey mutt,
by my love, so sweet?
Sometimes we all fall a little short,
that does not mean the mission I abort,
to my goal, I slog along,
even though the treatment I receive is wrong.
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Terence Smith Poem
Cry for Justice
Once again the cry for justice rings out,
another young man of colour cut down,
in his vital prime.
quick indictments this time.
This should not occur,
I strongly concur,
at least the wheels of justice quickly turn,
there is no need for the city to burn,
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Terence Smith Poem
Earthbound Paradise
Ruby red sapphire blue blossoms stand,
in the diamond stream,
little silver fishes play.
on a sky of robin's shell,
Cotton puffs of cloud,
golden gobs of sunlight glow.
Jade jewels of verdant green,
along broad banks,
of mink made, grow.
Ermine blasts of petals,
lie beneath the shadowed shade,
of tawny trees.
The pulchritude of paradise on earth,
in my mind's eye clearly seen,
since birth.
visited only in a dream.
sometimes no what the time words
flow. © 30 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith nature
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Terence Smith Poem
Children of the Dust
What your eyes must have seen,
as a stranger from afar.
what stories lie hidden in your eyes,
what secrets are held within your soul?
Exotic vistas play tag in your mind,
they say you are not of our kind,
you are thrown away as waste,
not a decision to my taste.
They say that you are but dust,
blowing in the wind,
their opinion is not just,
they know not where you've been,
I know you haven't sinned,
I know you are my brother,
will accept no other,
for on your side I lean.
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Terence Smith Poem
It's called Parkinson's Disease it is real,
they say I have it,
of lying they are not in the habit,
one third of three is my chances of survival,
I will fight this thing,
no matter what the future may bring.
In three years, the end maybe drawing near.
after that there is less fear,
my end it may not seal.
The tremor I have I was frightened by its arrival,
I will continue to fight,
I think that is right.
I will not go gently into the night,
it may not be a pretty sight,
but I will resist with all my might.
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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God
God walks beside us every one,
walking working, sleeping, he leaves us not alone,
not just on Sundays in that pretty building across the street.
We are all his children,
all sisters and brothers,
as was his son.
If you want to prove he's there,
reach out and touch him,
through prayer.
Copyright © Terence Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Terence Smith Poem
Fields of Chaos
Amid the fields of chaos, we must establish some order,
we cannot let anarchists run amuck,
we can not let our democracy die this way.
They are people who can't be constructive,
Know only how to be destructive,
now we must strive not to take a dive.
My dearest BBG thank you for a lovely evening, I think I have suffered an overdose of love, and I can't wait to see the type of relationship which begins with "until death do us part" thank you for the loving spasm. © 17 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith
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