Best Homily Poems

In those days, when we feared the truth

not for ignorance of it within ourselves

but for the dangers posed by speaking aloud
 
against the prejudices of...

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Mistress of deception,
as in victual monogamy.
A deceit of one’s perception,
without an irksome homily.

Mushrooms drop into a pot,
with peppers, once pureed.
Zucchini dance as they are tossed
amidst...

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I suffer in poverty for lack of baroque emotions;
glimmers to decorate my eyes would be an anomaly
as deja vu smiles blend the grays of going...

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The truth was concealed with many branches
Entangled on a trellis of deceit ,
The anger reflecting inked blots on weeds
As I  cruised alone through evening’s...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the crystal snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they...

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I 'spose there are many religious tenets open to interpretation.
Old John Calvin proposed another upon receiving inspiration,
When he propounded the ticklish matter of predestination,
Thereby, causing...

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After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls...

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It is the home truth, that only, a twerp and a divvy honors and praises war.
So I think, is time, the nation sends the message...

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MONSTROSITY

Up in the old house down by the creek
Stood a mammoth waiting on me.
Down by the river close to the sea
I saw his eyes looking...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate...

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I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's...

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Three o'clock
Habit we watch and knock
Each day we sit, pray and lock

Thoughts we keep and hold
Hummings we chant, not mold
Restless body of the holy
Everlasting love...

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My fetal alcoholic bipolar:

“sometimes I experience low anxiety
and act like a happy drunk”

“sometimes,
like when entering new places 
and situations,
I experience high anxiety
and act like a...

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Charity starts at home 
don't 
we say?
Be kind to your kith and 
kin 
come what may.

A family's not only your 
safe 
haven
Tis pals your very...

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Languages, currencies, religions and flags
Capitals, origins and sorts of tags
Seas, rivers, landmarks and sites of history
Symbols, letters, colors of memory

Pictures of every nation as family
Orders...

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