Best Disciple Poems

My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto...

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LIGHT YEARS


Some advance before their time, they
Shine so bright they seem to blind.

Those who undermine can never see,
Unless they change their frequency
Dull minds, can never...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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you see me a monster
an angel in disgrace
for I plucked my wings out
just to honor the human race

inconspicuous yet dark
a disciple with a mark
all they...

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My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees...

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I.Jesus Spoke to His Father

Jesus spoke to His Heavenly Father
Raising up to heaven His ardent pray’r
With deep bleeding wounds that he’d all endured,
Still hang on...

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It came into existence from the breath of God 
Just look at animals, people, trees, and look at a bird
The blind will begin to see
People...

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Jesus Christ the incarnate son of God
one with the father in heaven above
while on earth displayed all godliness
showing to all mercy and love

This Christ displayed...

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they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach...

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I am not a poet
I am the truth spitter
Don’t call me Christian
Call me disciple of my own religion
I am not a prophet of words
I am...

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NO ONE REALLY CARES

Part 1

No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears, 
We don't care because we live in fear, 
So we stop...

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I fear most Church steeples are drowning in sin
And like Country Clubs, cater to folks acting part,
Way too holy for sinner, too blessed to be...

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[Capitalized words are titles of some delightful poems by Sam
Kauffman, each followed by a line from that poem]


How Can This Be - a thousand pieces...

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Ten Lepers sought the Lord 
carrying their badges with a Plea 
unclean unclean was the cry 
Mercy alone was their Plea
The King of mercy heard...

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You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before...

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