What Would Jesus Tweet?
By Mark D. Stucky
What if Jesus joined
social media sites?
Would he ask people
to Friend and Follow him?
Would they then tweet,
“Oh, how I Like Jesus”?
Would some Unfollow him
if he loved the marginalized
(as he did in the Gospels)?
Would he chastise churches
for lacking love and wisdom
(as he did in Revelation)?
Would he ever post,
“Dad, bless America”?
Would we be uneasy asking,
“What would Jesus tweet?”
(First published in Agape Review, 23 April 2022. See also my poem “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Souvik Banerjee on Unsplash.com.)
Duty
Lay by you
Stars call merry
Wander along ridges
Sunday
Heart-felt
Peace n joy
Morning dews
Know it end at sunset
Encore
Prasenjit Banerjee
Contest: Cinqku poem
11.11.2014
Basking in the first rays of the childhood sun
Chasing the fleeting trail of the grasshopper
The ancient trunk of life, in its penultimate run
Embraces the horizon, steps towards the bar
So many memories twinkle across the sky
Childhood fancies, youth gilded of love and passion
The strength of togetherness, days passing by
Loneliness creeps in, a grey morn lamenting the Sun
Heart craves for a return, yet the call of the sea
What pain cripples him when all bonds are severed
A distant lull encompasses the forlorn lea
Wonder peace ever found in the journey entire
Were souls paired with soul, relationships made real
The world slowly fades out, a voice heard loud and clear
Prasenjit Banerjee
Contest Name: The Poet-III by Gautami Phookan
23.09.2014
“Comrades, friends, ahoy!”
The grand old desert echoes your full-throated call
The great sand-dunes are relegated to tiny shapes
Under the giant tyrant, the lonely Sun
Even more insignificant is your withered body
An ocean of thirst greets it; these are the times
When you discover yourself governed by mirages
All through your life, your myriad face
Parched by desires and lusts and longings
Go, run to find the oasis, it’s here, all the time it’s here!
Prasenjit Banerjee
Contest Name: In the Desert
Date: 15.09.2014
The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt!
Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014