Best Cleric Poems

There was a pastor named Caste
Whose habit of swearing was vast.
Some said his firing was near
But Caste cited nothing to fear
“You see, I repent too...

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A fool, a buffoon, a comedian or a clown
They all act stupid but are really smart,
They are an odd breed of their own
Just for laughs...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
          ...

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In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the...

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There was an old sailor who liked to swear.
And his rot-gut rum he was happy to share.
A cleric aimed to make him repent
But saw the...

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it is the atomic weight that matters most.

   violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups 
   and deliver the insight.

  before...

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A cleric in the Ku Klux Klan
Claims "White" must be God's "Chosen" man
But he prays with a frown
Since Jesus was brown
And the clay that made...

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Rejection
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your beauty from your heart has so erased
Pity, that it's useless to complain;
For Pride now holds...

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To run honorably, or not to run honorably--those are my options:
Whether ‘tis wiser in the main to malign
The lives and motives of my foes
Or to...

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A speaker stands upon a hill, he talks of change and hope
And while you're at the ballot box he's knotting up a rope.

A general kills...

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Glad That God Is Here

Am always glad that God is here;
To me sincere and so very near;
Looking forward to
A life that is new,
And soon His...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on...

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a saraband

Folks show'ring her with potpourri,
Sweet Sallie starts her odyssey
dancing up the row t'wards me -
her shining knight with glowing smile.
We say, "I do," and...

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can a war zone hate in the autumn?
better asked in the spring
life takes on more fecund roles
robins bouncing on the sod
spring peepers drowning out
my dreams
and...

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Brexit Is Icumenn In, May's gone cuckoo!

No shame is poverty, if the heart by gay !
As Chaucer's Wife of Bath was wont to say;
Is this the...

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