Best Chapter And Verse Poems
FROM COLUMBINE TO COLORADO
So he gazes at his arsenal with stars in his eyes
as his neighbors see not through his disguise
he lives and breaths all alone
and he has a collection of bloody clothes and bullet ridden bone
he thinks, he ponders and wonders what havoc he can create next
as he can recite Satan's words by chapter and verse
every day his delusions and illusions become worse
as I wonder about this man's psyche and curse
his targets are little children, the elderly and infirm
and this man is literally a human germ
contaminating this earth with bullets and a gun
and he's not happy until his sick agenda is done
so he gazes at his pistols, his rifles and all
waiting for his illness' voice to call
until he's killed and wounded the maniac is not satisfied
and that's why this morning for his victims I cried
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That life is a struggle, there's no denying
when the distance between light and dark
is just one misstep across the boundary line
Problematic for mankind since time began
Prompted by the reminder of crows flying
I have need to heed his words in the great book
There's truth there to find courage and strength
Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight
In chapter and verse I found it when I searched
for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness
I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor
It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation
Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees
where damnation spills its virulent seeds
There, in the shadows of the valley of death—
like carrion for the picking, is how they see me
Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease
Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist
Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath
To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death
I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me,
concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter
and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be."
I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings
the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings
I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries
Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing
and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight
Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing
but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me
To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb
for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free
Don't be mistook
Every face is a book
That tells of a story
The closer you look
Around the eyes
You can read every line
The laughter and heartbreak
Wrote out over time
A crease in the edge
At the turn of the lips
Dog-eared smile or frown
To later be read
It's all there of course
In chapter and verse
As the title suggests
From our best to our worst
All in the look
Not always understood
Telling a story
As every face is a book
I DO BELIEVE IN SOD
From the days of yore
When Jesus strolled along the shore
And spoke words of harmony and peace
He was dressed in flannel or fleece
It mattered not what garment He chose
All his groupies swore that only Jesus knows
And I don’t disagree but while today I stroll the sod
I just can’t believe that Jesus was the son of God
There’s too much doubt and cloudiness in his book
And each chapter and verse is missing a hook
A line that could convince me God was His dad
And not just a hippie or some kind of fad
Now don’t get me wrong I beg of you please
All of you who spend nights praying on bended knees
I believe there was a man named Jesus who walked upon the earth
And sometimes I’ll grant Him a bit of belief for what it’s worth
So if anyone can convince me of what I do not believe
I’ll stand on his alter and for His torture I will grieve
“but why my father hast thou forsaken me”
Upon the cross why did he pose that query and not let His daddy set him free?
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TO TAME A SHREW
Tunke Tunke Tunke
I dragged her along and into the trunk
Clunk clunk clunk,
I hear some screaming from the Tunke
I drove away, in my brand new Lex
Avoiding both grammar and spelling checks
Safely away, I saved the day
Off I am to the road by the bay
Tunke Tunke Tunke
Her crass verse I too stuffed in the trunk
Drunk drunk drunk
How else does one explain a skunk in the trunk?
So by the bay, I opened me trunk
Someone is gonna be going for a dunk
I unloaded the cargo chapter and verse
At the bottom of the lake let’s see her converse
Chapter and Verse
Borrowed words
Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share
Overdue books
Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here
The past sings me a song
Withered books
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history
Sad Chapters
I danced
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters
As wine still splashes the page
The last Verse
Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse
Time most perilous we live in, afflictions rampant
upon our souls, evil men running to and fro with
no reproof, despisers of those who keep the Lord's
truth, this attitude in life shall proceed no further the
Holy Ghost visited upon man, to the righteous upright
the position is took, to the wicked they cannot stand,
the word of God preached, taught, spoke in every
avenue to the sinners soul, who only wax worse and
worse, salvation offered by our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ, the only thing that can lift the unholy curse,
I could quote you chapter for chapter, and verse for
verse, its meaningless without the Lord in your heart,
now that you have accepted, the grace of God be with
you, peace to you the love of Christ I impart, the
Heavenly Father dwells inside of my heart freely today,
the spirit of Christ inside my temple freely lives, its the
love of Christ inside me, that I freely accept, the love
of Jesus I freely give. Salah
II Timothy 3
You are a myth,
and every day
your father and I write
your mythology.
Chapter and verse it
goes on and on.
Why not? You're not real.
But in our hearts,
and hopes, and dreams.
You're a legend - don't laugh.
The lady in the lake.
Aphrodite.
The sweetest sound
who called the young sailors.
the end
A man of cloth spent hours reading the Bible
of the book's thoughts he was minus a rival.
He knew chapter and verse,
was never heard to curse.
Alas, boredom defrocked his survival.
When Judy plays Doctor & Nurse
She always quotes chapter and verse
Then whacks off a tad
(The Rabbi's her dad)
And that's how young boys learn to curse
The Christian life is not robotic
The Kingdom of God is very organic.
It is not "do this and you will get that"
But a Seed of life on His welcome mat.
It's not "do good and you'll get good"
But feeding from Jesus the heavenly food.
It's not "do bad and you'll get bad"
But hearing the warnings from his red flags.
It's not by principles or law based keeping
but letting seed grow, while you are sleeping.
We're not asking God to create the external
For we already have what we need internal.
I's not a structure you build so well
but a tree that grows; cell by cell.
It's not that you know each chapter and verse
But an agreeing heart to His voice you've heard
It's not a formula that you can do
But agreement to the Life inside of you.
The Kingdom of God is not for mechanics
But tillers of soil who love organics.
The Kingdom of God is not cause and effect
But seed and harvest for God's elect.
The book I could read every day;
you seduced me in such a way.
A romantic one, I must say.
Midst your covers, I yearned to play,
on adventures I wished to stay.
When my tortured soul was bleeding
and for comfort I was pleading,
all my hungers, you were feeding;
when your pages I was reading.
I memorised chapter and verse.
Today, it seems almost a curse,
as I follow the long black hearse.
Your place, having turned the last page;
marked with tear stains, lilacs and sage.
I loved you cover to cover.
I look, where you used to lay
and long, from you to be reading.
From memory, then I emerse;
absorbing page after page.
A better book, I'll not discover.
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the spiral path lead to an ledge and i sat on the edge, and laughed in
consideration of the doctors explanation of the haves and the have nots, the
halves and the slip knots, and she soon began to scream 'wield your shield oh
humiliation', and 'find solace in chapter and verse', 'find reasons for celebration',
and words that cannot restrict the notion that all is not right ...and consideration
is given to her white veil glowing in the night, and fear, fear not, it's merely a
bad reaction to loves imagination -
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GOING FROM SAD TO VERSE
If my body is a temple it’s been potently polluted
And if my soul is a church it’s doctrine has been desperately disputed
My head tries to convince me that life can’t get any worse
But my heart assures me that yes, with certainty it can
Yesterday consistently comes back to inflict me with a bite in my ass
While tomorrow constantly arrives to infect an already festering wound
I lay in bed tossing, turning and yearning for peace
But my pillow may as well be a sedimentary stone
And still my head and heart won’t leave me alone
While I try in empty desperation to silence a dreadful drone
The sound of my head haunted by a moan
With a heart which heaves a grievous groan
My bedroom is a cell with bars too well known
And hopefulness is drowned out by a tormenting tone
With uncertainty a most horrendous curse
Yet I’m left with the certainty that life, indeed, can and will get worse
I’ve learned little, taught naught and am caught between the fence of yesterday and the gates of tomorrow
And here sit I under a shadow cast by my past and the dissatisfaction of sorrow
While even in silence I can quote sinfulness by chapter and verse
And believe me, my life can and will certainly get worse!
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LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
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