Best Corpus Poems

Observe the ones who bear Christ's name,
see corpus Christi without shame.
They're His, aflame and all forgiv'n;
the church at work and Spirit driv'n.

Survey the hands that do good deeds
the feet that stamp out weeds of sin,
the ears that hearken to the needs
and loving hearts that pray...

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A powerful Super Tornado Slammed down in my home 
town of  
Corpus Christi, Texas Several Summers back, or So  Swirled and Slashed
through town like Satan himself was Spewin’ and Slingin’ Sweet Texas farm 
Sod at anything Standing. The Silver Sand of South Padre...

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HABEAS CORPUS


My daughter writes
Where are you Dad?
 When'll you come ?
Who builds walls between us ?
Even if you come , how will I
Recognisze you ?
Blood simmers-
I was safe in mamma's belly
The day you stepped down
With accompaniments
Mamma lost her sense
Today, my ninth birthday
No cakes , candles...

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No word “yes” and “no”
Never revealed just a fiddlesticks
Never clear and shouted “hang on a mo!”

Emphasize public should demand to jurist
For seeking one by one lines
To avoid mourning forever

Clause by clause just a black nicks
Blunt down and pointed upwards
Vide! Marginal are always oppressed...

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Survey the hands that do the tiresome deeds,
the feet that clear the weeds on paths of sin,
the ears that listen, writing down the needs
the loving hearts that pray for souls to win.

Disciples offer worthwhile help for free
with gentle words when fellows disagree.
No censure made for...

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Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus
Legerdemaine, a shift in focus
Hoc est corpus, from the Mass
Hocus pocus, parody crass
Transubstantiation phrase
Ridicule, to baser plays 
Papists, Protestants at odds
Declaring doctrines with regards
To our Lord’s communinion meal
Causing strife, divisions real
Luther replaced trans with con
Zwingli’s bread, alone anon
Calvin said we participate,
Joined...

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The Corpus Christi Carol
anonymous Middle English poem
translation by Michael R. Burch

He bore him up, he bore him down,
He bore him into an orchard brown.
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay!
The falcon has borne my mate away.

In that orchard there stood a hall
Hanged all over with purple and pall.
Lully,...

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In the  corpus of life's journey
Corpse consoling the dead
With him Walking on threads
Not knowing when his are chopped 

In each existence sway
After the nights and the days
All lines will blur and meld In silence
Fading into eternal oblivion...

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