Best Clerics Poems

"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to go

Ghosts commune in this place
disowned long ago or walked
off the edge home, they scry
in pooled reflections drinking in
lost intelligence through...

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….And no one spoke…

protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding

…and no one looked…

shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to the fashion
choices of a passerby, an insult to
the sanctimonious clerics wardrobe,
an assault on the personal space of
a nearsighted Neanderthal.

…and no...

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An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
 
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
 
The prosecutor alleged himself most...

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name is vanity!

By doubting Nature's regnancy,
defying laws with levity,
we strain our...

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(Continuing the trip through Hell of Dante with poet Virgilio)

Pah-peh Sah-tan, Pah-peh Sah-tan al-ept!”,
Started Pluto with his hoarse voice toss
And that gentle wise, who any knowledge kept,

Told to encourage me: “don’t have a loss 
By your fright: since any power has he,
Shall not forbid us...

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Now we along one of hard rims are brought;
And a thin spray on the  brook is fixed, 
So shield to rims and water is begot.

As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt,
Fearing the high waves pouncing against shore,
Build dikes to sea to have shield affixed; 

And...

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“The Great Riddle” 

Humanism became a new religion
in a world where romancing gods
at war sanctifying acts of violence

for their own levels of commandments,
became defunct, monotheism at odds
walked inside the vessels of mortal existence

there also, 
inside the great
I am, 

an image 
lives 
and speaks 

the sacriligious...

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Fires burning, burning bright.
Not for warmth or even light.                        
Burning flesh seared to the bone. 
Was this the sense of martyrdom?

Mary Tudor...

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Fanatical Clerics feed religious fervour,
by rousing fanatics to kill - as an observer
can see almost daily on the TV today.
No thought given to victims, who they
regard as inconsequential in their quest
to become martyrs.  When obsessed
by unscrupulous bigots who radicalise
these zealots with promises that hypnotise
and...

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The Easter Celebration
is a day of purest gold
for many sincere people
who believe what they've been told

"The Resurrection of Our Lord
occurred upon this day
and not to recognize it
would be sacrilege," some say.

"The Easter Bunny brought those eggs,"
is what we tell our youth,
for this is so much...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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The Needle’s House
 Waiting For the Third Time Out
 Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan *
 Translated into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Between me and me there is a civil war!
 It’s my war alone;
 I will wash away the speech
 And cross the...

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O love! Tell them, the good men,
In your own old melodious tone:
Let’s again—Return to Nature.
Whatever little or large is left,
Let’s re-adorn her.
And if they won’t!
Let’s—You and I.
Hand-in-hand walk away of the city:
Biharis stay by the smelling slums;
Laid-off-addicts stand in long queues; or the clerics kiss...

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Blood on our hands.

Extremist hate is on the rise
Are you seeing it with your own eyes?

Hate filled clerics cashing in
A world of terror, death and sin
Speaking out, preaching to the masses
Spewing vile hatred master classes!

Look at our country, it's condition
Feeding these bastards ammunition
It's on our...

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Hydra-headed monster, corruption
The master of our nation
In our face and all facets
Our progress' pace, it dictates.

Now it's normal, by christening
Made formal by rebranding
Existing laws are bypassed
News ones? Not needed!

Clerics, step up your say
Teachers, justify your meagre pay
At home, young minds must be disabused
This game, it's...

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