Best Deacons Poems
Wish I could have taken better
Care of my body...
Wish they could have stopped
the cancer sooner...
I'm just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
If I had my way, I'd pick another church.
At least one that spelled my name right
On the obituary.
I wonder if they knew,
That I truly loved Sonya,
but married Adele out of convenience.
Wish I could have told my brother, Kenny
I forgive him, maybe he wouldnt cry so hard.
Wish I could tell Aunt May that hat is too big.
I wonder if Tara knows the deacons
Are looking up her dress.
Im just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
I wonder if the choir knows
How much I really hate that song...
Hope they know the Pastor's lying.
I was not that good of a man..
That suit is not the one I would have picked.
My body looks so much smaller,
and that make-up makes me look too light.
Im just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
Free from pain, free from it all.
Wonder if they know,
In spite of my short time on this earth...
i truly enjoyed it.
I truly loved it all.
Categories:
deacons, black african american, death,
Form:
Epitaph
Bringing spiritual togetherness
Congregation being the witness
Heaven’s call to soul’s come home
A place of rejoicing of an everlasting roam
The congregation giving a reflection journey
Deacons conducting the services as true ambassadors of the church
The ministry from the internal heart to being external in a rising mark
The home going of one’s life
Days on Earth being Heaven’s advice
Songs of redemption
Words of encouragement from God’s resurrection
A stainless glass church shade
These are the things reminding us Heaven has made
Deacons who keep the flow moving around the church
A finale established for while
A royalty send off being glorious style
The human soul all spread out
The praise surrounding is what Christianity is all about
A moment in the soul coming home
Deacons who are ministry in spreading the word alone
Flesh back to dust and the soul lifted up being a must”.
Categories:
deacons, bereavement, body, character, christian,
Form:
Ballad
The Deacon’s Feet of Clay
By Elton Camp
At the fundamentalist church, Larry is a deacon
As a truth-teller, he’s thought a shining beacon
“It is the lake of fire into which liars are thrown.
Truth I always tell so I won’t moan and groan.”
Larry exemplified the family values type man
Since he had two children with his wife, Ann
“From wicked city women, you boys stay away.”
To the young men in the church is what he’d say
When he heard that John went out on a hot date,
He took the lead, the sinner to excommunicate
“You can’t be in this church if your life isn’t clean.
Any who I learn have sinned will find what I mean.”
He boasted the Ten Commandments he’d obey
“I just find it the greatest delight to live that way.”
Larry showed to all that he was such a Bible teacher
Because he had in mind to be the church’s preacher
It would be a whole lot easier job than his at the mill
And that he’d make more money gave him a thrill
Pastor Ezekiel was growing old and his sermons tired
Larry figured that it might be easy to get him fired
He decided that his prospects it might come to advance
If he spoke out against any drinking or song or dance
But once a month, it was off to the big city he did sneak
The spirit was willing, but his flesh, of course, was weak
With a bottle in his hand and a cheap floozie on his arm,
Larry felt that he wasn’t really doing anybody any harm
He staggered out of the bar and toward his car on the street
When to his horror, a member of his church he came to meet
“Why brother Larry, this is certainly an unwelcome surprise.”
The deacon knew he was caught so there was fear in his eyes
He envisioned the board of deacons putting him on the rack
As soon as they heard that of integrity he had such a lack
Larry said, “He who is without sin should toss the first stone.
So how about if we agree to keep this between you & me alone.
For if you should go home and tell this, then I’m sure to be gone
Keep it a secret. The good Lord knows we’re not made of stone.”
Categories:
deacons, funnycity, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Growing up as innocent as a New Born child Knowing no Wrong About the world. I Found My self Falling..... looking for the love of in all the wrong places not a christan bone in my Body.. Recieveing texted messages and Phone Calls that would Make my parents Blush. Im far from a saint..... I Just got so big headed in thinking i know it all. Abusive relationships Had knifes put to my Throat to even Being choked out as the man who claimed he loved me tryed to advertise me to his Brother.. Still looking for love i didn't quit. i figured through my pain someone will love me turning pages in my Book that lead me to a place of self hate my confidence dropped.. giving my love for love but only received hate. Im tired so when you see me in church praying Dont judge me because we all have a story. i Been Dragged. to picked up and tossed to the shreader time and time again. lost so much faith in god Because i believed if he loved me so much then why would he let me suffer. Im the Deacons
Daughter dont mean that i'm a saint so judge me and be judged...
Categories:
deacons, women, me, self, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
im awkwardly facing an officer, dont know what to expect
will we both jump the gun and start a civil unrest
will the tone of my skin be a story for press?
who’s the first to throw a stone with no sins to confess?
preachers and deacons finally come out to speak
but only when im dead and covered up in a sheet
where’s all the loving and the comfort for the mothers who weep
it happens on the daily children die on the street
it’s true this country does have crooked police
im not denying there arnt cops looking for people to beat
im not siding with those who hate the govern elite
i do firmly agree
that blacks are being a target to a certain degree
but being a people of freedom
only gets infront of the goals that they’re trying to achieve
it’s alot much bigger than you probably think
what happened to john F kennedy and M L king?
Luke 23:32-43
Categories:
deacons, america, anger, change, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Bring Relief
When there are so many mouths to feed
Missionaries and Deacons we do need
With so much energy, they do express
We must try to straighten out this mess
Unless you had a change of heart
Saturday at St. James we should start
A "Crazy Christians" discussion group
About its meaning along with latest poop
She sure is so great at public speaking
Deacon Jean we are always seeking
She reads God's gospel from church's center
As into us God's spirit will always enter
This message was meant for you my friend
And another one of my emails I shall send
Which may be so simple and very brief
God said, "Your religion should bring relief."
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Categories:
deacons, religious,
Form:
Couplet
* NONE DENOMINATIONIST *
I’M A NONE DENOMINATIONIST I DON’T WORSHIP CHURCH, TITLE, NAME NOR TOPIC
TO ALL THOSE MISSED LEADING PASTORS, PREACHERS, DEACONS, AND DEACONESS
CHECK YOUR CIRCUIT, BECAUSE THE CURRENT THAT IS FLOWING IS COMING FROM
THE WRONG SOCKET
YOUR ANALYSIS IS TOTALLY WRONG FROM THE MAIN IDEA OF THE BIBLICAL TOPIC
I’M A NONE DENOMINATIONIST I DON’T WORSHIP CHURCH, TITLE, NAME NOR TOPIC
LOVE AND PEACE IS TO BE SPREAD NOT JEALOUSY, HATRED, AND JACKET
BROTHERS AND SISTERS, BE CAREFUL OF THAT WHICH YOU WORSHIP BECAUSE THE
DEVIL IS THE MASTER OF ALL KINDS OF TRICKS
HE KNOWS YOUR WEAKNESSES,
REMEMBER, HIM ALREADY ANALYZE IT
I’M A NONE DENOMINATIONIST I DON’T WORSHIP CHURCH, TITLE, NAME NOR TOPIC
LOVE FROM THE HEART
NOT FROM THE MIND
RESPECT GOES OUT TO ALL
LOVE AND PEACE TO ALL THOSE WHO HATE AND USED YOU
BECAUSE SPECIAL GIFTS AWAITS YOU
I’M A NONE DENOMINATIONIST I DON’T WORSHIP CHURCH, TITLE, NAME NOR TOPIC
Categories:
deacons, lovepeace, peace,
Form:
Grandma told it well.
Some missionaries
Visited her dad –
He was one deacon.
Everyone listened.
He let them teach.
All about God
And the iron rod
Deacons complained
Threatened him
Their mob came
Red -hot tar --
Kids learned
Dad’s strength
Stands!
1/13/2017
One Outrageous Story!
I remember Grandma telling me
about her dad, my great-grandfather.
back in the early 1900s
Categories:
deacons, family, gospel, memory, men,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
ever wonder
who's to blame?
everybody's god, the same
honey and novocaine
everybody's god, the same
the oath rests bedded in blood
the sun sets swollen this eve
stand tall, my son
pass the plate and think of me
ever wonder
what's been lost?
nail your checkbook to the cross
cash in and up the cost
nail your checkbook to the cross
and as the old song is sung
the deacons seem to agree
kneel down, my son
pass the plate and think of me
ever wonder
where'd it start?
cast your arrows through my heart
awfully sweet and shapened sharp
cast your arrows through my heart
what i give unto myself
shall i not ten-fold receive?
sweetdreams, my son
pass the plate and think of me
pass the plate and think of me
Categories:
deacons, teen,
Form:
THERE ARE SO MANY PREACHERS TRYING TO BE TEACHERS BUT INSTEAD THEY ARE LEACHERS.
LYING,CHEATING AND CREEPING AROUND LIKE A SNAKE IN THE GRASS COVERING UP HIS SLYNESS WITH SOPHISTICATION AND CLASS.
THE DEACONS ARE CREEPING ON WHO THEY CAN PREY ON NEXT WHO THEY CAN DEVOUR WHO THEY CAN EAT UP.
PRETENDING TO SHOW SINCERITY WHILE ALL THE TIME THEY ARE LOOKING FOR WHO THEY CAN PULL INTO THEIR OWN CIRCLE.
THE LADIES LOOK DOWN ON THE OUTSIDERS FAILING TO REALIZING THAT THEY WERE ONCE IN THEIR SHOES.
THEIR NOSES RISE SO HIGH IF IT RAINED THEY WOULD DROWN SNIFFING THEIR FANCY PERFUMES INSTEAD OF BREATHING THE WORD OF GOD.
INSTEAD OF MINISTERING TO THOSE IN NEED THEY ARE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS TRYING TO UPSTAGE EACH OTHER.
WITH OUTFITS,CARS AND OTHER MATERIAL THINGS IT IS SUCH A SHAME HOW THE PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD BEHAVE.
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF GOING TO CHURCH IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE ANGRY.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE LORD.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO CHURCH IF IT IS NOT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.
PLEASE HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD STOP AND LOOK AT THEMSELVES BEFORE THEY LOOK AT ANYONE ESLE THEY WOULD KNOW THAT!
Categories:
deacons, life, religion, people, people,
Form:
Personification
The Cardinals Birds Will Sing
Lying to yourself about this and that
a higher power knows
About the: this and that
The makeup and the cover ups
The cardinals will sing in a
Beautiful tune, the raven never
Came back, but the dove return
He never forgets
What he sees, so he whistles a tune
Does it matter, how long?
How intone: Clergymen
Bishops, Priests and Deacons!
Then there’s Rome: and the Nuns
Come, out of the closet
And sing, to the world.
I can’t be *****. Saintly
Or holier than thou
Sacrilege: remember your vows:
A Trouble, trouble
Roman Catholic Church
Categories:
deacons, christian, confusion, dedication, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Three lying deacons
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel,
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked
and intentionally
unused.
Four wide-eyed boys
dance on a daydream –
kissing ripped posters
of a white collared rapist.
Saint Peter understands
the jovial jokesters -
the foolishness
when blackened specks darken the void;
the flurried flutter of his eyelids
casts a tainted shadow
upon a fractured sexual ballet.
They continue to kiss
below the waist.
Three lying deacons
and a pacing pastor resides –
five lip-smacking nurses
massaging your head.
Four wide-eyed boys
caress your knuckles
as the well-trimmed priest
pronounces
a poorly
scented infant:
"anally dead."
Seven cardinal sins
slip and divide
into 3 venial ratios.
"Hi, Sonny"...
Greed, lust and vanity
are mortal crimes;
Father Fragrantly Fresh...
quietly proclaims:
"snuggle a bit closer and
sniff a hint of Genesis."
Say I’m to blame
and cause-count the afflictions –
smaller undetected lumps
hump the jaded addictions
brain dead and haughty –
the zombies
circle and laugh!
I wasn't born in a dark discarded
Parisian tunnel but -
can you Roman Polanski me,
please?
Kill the poet...
and make him pay -
below the waist.
Crushed words embody
a forgotten loner’s
epitaph!
(force him to stutter stupidly)
and within a last breath -
and within a last breath -
and within a last breath -
GOD...
"the string-strangled
puppet
conventionally chokes -
and quietly succumbs
(to a textured landscape)
of a youthful
silenced dying...
...swaddled
and swallowed
in a heavenly -
haloed chosen
death..."
Categories:
deacons, introspection
Form:
Free verse
I was there, the last time that God lost
His Faith. Admittedly, since the death
of His Son, there have been a few bad
years that could have influenced His
decision. He sent a note to the self-
regulating Heads of His Church,
those collectors of the faithful, that
they had lost their 'Master of Ceremonies '.
And yet, like the perpetual turning of a
water wheel, the world continued to turn
on its axis. And its ghostly moon continued
to reflect the sun. Man still either hated or
loved his fellow man. And, in His absentia,
the deacons of His faith still pressed on with
their own brand of unctuousness, ensuring
every reverent man remained in tow. And
that the much needed zealot didnt become
rudderless without the smoke and mirrors of
Dorothys Grand Wizard. Too many careers had
come to fully rely upon God's franchise. Perhaps
that was what He had lost faith in? The burden
of carrying an overloaded workforce. However,
the Lord did eventually regain His Faith.
How do I know? Well, for a while I was one
of the chosen. So, there you have it. No poets
code, no similes or rhyme. Just plenty of irony
and pith. Sorry to all of the faithfil if I didn't use
enough parable or the requsite dose of deference and guilt.
For you see, I've lost my faith.
Categories:
deacons, bible, god,
Form:
Free verse
Each year
I met September
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.
I shivered with
a strange dread,
not of predator or prey
but the threat
of being siphoned too deeply,
into a predictable, mass identity.
I found myself swathed
in an impatient void
where sepia changelings
twisted against wind
in contempt of order
and the chronological sequences
of life and death
and I listened
to the rebellious gossip
of familiar moon-light Chimeras
edged with infant shadows.
I was enchanted
by the chaplains of the night
and the deacons of depression
that taught me a kinship
with black sheep
and the dead.
Perhaps I should have obeyed
the wisdom of the herd,
and worshiped
the pathogenic scriptures
of text-book institutions...
focused my eyes ahead,
my mind on predetermined points
my thoughts on the packaged values
of dead heros.
The world would have loved me
if I had fed into its perception
of human perfection
instead of showing it
its potential for failure...
there are no heroes
without the herd.
I could have left the insanity
of my adolescence behind
instead of clinging to
ashes and an ember
of left-over youth
tucked into a heavy envelope
and sealed with the promise
of an inferno.
Categories:
deacons, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Bruce Jenner, Wheaties Winner
Can you imagine Bruce Jenner being a Wheaties winner
Becoming a women wanting to be much thinner
With quite a fine, attractive, adorable face
Wearing dress, high heels and blouse with lace.
What is world turning these confusing days
All of the many surprising ways of seeking praise
For child what kind of example is this setting
Trying to determine sex and fooling around and fretting.
Same sexes to each other now may be married to
A popular past time in church is becoming true
So what if Adam and Eve had both been gay?
None of us never ever would be here today.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
So if you are a man who changes sexes, you get
to ride around in $180,000 Porsche not a Lexus.
You might even have your own Television show
Because of the influential people that you know.
Will he even start his/her own religion Us weird
Episcopalians do accept same sex marriages and
have female priests and deacons. How about you?
PS needs a gay category I am beginning to believe.
Categories:
deacons, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Couplet