Best Collared Poems
Out of heaven,the good Lord made
a garden that does not fade,
each Spring,His season,to renew
greeness with much grandeur to view;
Robins,starlings and sparrows new,
missel thrushes and blackbirds too,
nestling and nuture,here for free
just as He does,for you and me;
With pure innocence that I love ,
the soft and simple collared dove,
a fragile home of twigs and sticks
on which she, precarious sits.
This symbol of peace and love,to
we on earth,from heaven above
Inspired by Debbie's latest contest
see more at Gen 8 and Mt 3:16
Within the walls of the catholic church
the rape of innocence behind the preachers
altar, holy robes discarded altar boys
sodomized by the righteous absolute
power corrupted by soldiers of God
The victims of the roman collar
implore the clergy to confess
how now to compensate for a
life time of mental torment, the
hopeful lobotomised in youth
decades of hidden truth
Prayers of forgiveness by those who defile
are misdirected, the faithful no longer
rally in droves white robes blackened
by scandal such an unspeakable tangle
of faith and innocence angers my restrain
I struggle to remain tame while confronted
by such hypocrisy that preaches here in front
of me from the same book that would send
his guilty soul to hell, dispelled my belief
a preacher that became a thief, where now to
aim for eternal relief
Antithesis cause and effect
immoral decisions designed
to reflect, fingers pointed
disappointed by them the blessed
be anointed
Burn head in hands failing to
understand, a tourist amongst
the purist, faith that stands in a
broken line
Belief left by faith at the garden
gate of Gethsemane, the ever after
knows thy enemy, suffer little children
who come unto thee
Papal temples laden with faith and fortune
above law and accountability, all within
failing to practice what they preach, a leech
sucking innocence from its prey the children
that we cradle the white collar label fable, swept
under the doctrine table
4 fish scaled and cleaned ( medium fish)
1 & 1/2 cups of wild rice ( cooked)
1/4 cup of lime juice
1/2 cup of crabmeat
1/4 cup of dill (chopped)
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
5 green onions
1/4 cup of minced green pepper
1 Tablespoon of garlic
1/3 cup of yogurt (plain)
2 egg yolks
make the stuffing adding all 9ngrienants except the fish
divide into quarters and stuff each fish.
4 tablespoons of butter to coat each fish, salt and pepper
and oven broil each side of each fish until done
About 20 minutes at 350.
serve with a salad.
Lyrics
1 cup of extra dry gin
2 cups of white grape juice
1/4 lime juice
1/4 cup of orange juice
5 tablespoons of rum
1/4 inch of a hot red pepper
2 tablespoons of chopped mint leaves 2 tablespoons of sugar
in a bowl mix mint, red pepper and sugar
with a spoon blend until mint aroma is strong
add gin and rum
add the juices and serve cold
Blue crested collar man (an origional song)
i'm out on the fringe
with a stringless guitar
the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far
hard times are a coming in a fossil loving car
big men stand up with their heads in the sky
angels dressed in white raise the taxes oh so high
for the blue crested collar man who can't even afford to die
(chorus)
cause everybody knows or at least they should by now
that not a thing can follow you when all the lights go out
so you can boil that bitter brew and feed it to the poor
but tell me what your gonna do when they wont eat no more
(end chorus)
i'm breakin my back just to hold you up
you can tell i'm thirsty but all i get is your empty cup
you make me go and fill it cause you can't get enough
i'm out on the fringe straining my ear
for the voices of the ones who lock themselves inside from fear
it's the great thief of time and it steals another year
(chorus)
(end)
Cold silver encircles my throat
hard and unforgiving and engraved
the weight, a daily reminder
and the inscription telling me that
my value lies at zero, free for taking.
Property.
It rests now at the bottom of the sea.
Tightly woven cord encircles my throat
the colours of he and I and made
by his hand as a daily reminder
that my value has no figure high enough, cost beyond measure.
Gift.
I am folded into the scent of his embrace.