Best Baal Poems

Serving God Or Baal???

The Bible speaks of Elijah who 
challenged the prophets of Baal.
To see who’s God was true.  
And who’s God would fail!

The prophets of Baal cried 
out to their God in vain.
But when Elijah cried to his God... 
Then the fire came!

The...

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There is a war on earth against God 
attacking the very corner stones within pillars of belief 

Shepherd when the stars of doom eclipse red faced 
cornered facts bleeding innocent the silent screams tremble 

Unheard angels filtering through the moonlight 
kneeling souls pray for His...

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How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
 
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
 
The incantation of the...

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Fork in a rattler tongue,
knife in hooded cobra veiled hand
Silver spoon boa stomach demand,
air insatiable adder lung
Squeeze some more blood juice
out of the acidic voice fermented grapes
Hate poisoned liver-flavored pâté crepes,
pretzel logic is a spaghetti noose
Feast on a plate of lust of covetousness,
make the greed...

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Baal
Written by Catherine Reinke

Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,

named  him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain  may  this one.

Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment  they...

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Baal spent time in the underworld with the lesser gods
Learned how to make man miserable with the weather
Thunderbolts and lightning announced his earthly arrivals
Baal relished in the misery of lost sailors and dying soldiers.
He was a key deity in weather changes and stubbornness.
Thus, he was...

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“The one who overcomes shall inherit all things,
                and I will be his God, and he will be My son.
          ...

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Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?

Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious...

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