Best Congregants Poems

The dear old pastor had occupied the same pulpit for years and years;
He preached fire, damnation and The Hereafter scorching his congregants ears!
He had baptized...

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Majestic cathedrals are erected for the worship of God,
Featuring towering spires and ostentatious facade.
Grand organs acclaim ancient hymns with clarion flourish.
Melodious choirs sing hosannas, languid...

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Emma saw the light on that Sunday bright.
Her hands, they were folded, and knees bent right.
     She smiles at the Pastor’s...

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'Vanity of vanity, all is vanity... and chasing after wind'
    evokes a mood of despair, precious few grins
  Ecclesiastes is read...

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Mocking the dead,

the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the...

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His silhouette lines up with his preacher stretch.
He points with avid attention to the throne of God.
Though he stands, his skinny knees are bent.
He’s in...

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A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it...

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A dandelion sun floats in a
Ty-D-Bowl sky, and
dewy young girls with hair
like shining copper pennies
and unsalted butter
bathe beneath it.

With faith born of MTV,
they worship Ocean---
her...

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Midnight at Blackfriars 
  
The city spires are hidden, 
It’s getting colder fast, 
It feels as though we might have 
Some snow this month...

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The sparsity of congregants
reminds me of the absence 
of jestful boys schooled 
in the faux arts
of throwing hymnbooks
across the nave.

The smelters ran two shifts, 
fed...

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Can a person be preached to death?
My burned-out ears answer "yes."
Some church speakers use every breath
To berate those they suppose they bless.

They describe "don'ts" three...

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 Inspired by a recent poem posted by Sunlite Wanter.Thanx, Deo, SENRYU20180708

dreams drum in living colors --
your heart has God's image, skin:
you speak for disabled,...

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Some evangelists lose souls 
while trying to win arguments.
Some preachers lose real goals
while trying to win compliments.

Some try to twist timeless truth
because holiness seems too...

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Sentenced to jail for running a multi-million dollar donation fraud
Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein, feigning piety, abused congregants' trust in God

   I'll rely on Mark...

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That Pentecost Sunday in Owo  
As worshippers assembled 
For the rain of Holy Spirit 
Men of the underworld 
Wielding the tools of their ungodly...

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