Best Lepers Poems

Who was this man who spoke so bold?
Was He a prophet, like one of old?
He touched the lepers, made them clean,
Gave sight to those who...

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They were a carpenter's hands, calloused, yet so soothing,
Freely offered to those whose burdens needed smoothing.
He forsook the carpentry trade, His Father's will to keep,
And...

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A cold dark yellow unhallowed moon smiles beguilingly
In the pitch-black starless and cold empty night sky 
Suckling upon the blood and the very life force...

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A loving husband, a great man of God,
Few people would dare to walk the path he trod;

Came to spread the Good news of the Bible,
Left...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise...

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What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers

What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts...

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I go by my many names, Luke calls
me son of man through humanity,
John portrays me as son of God in his deity.

I am, I am...

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I’m a free spirit rising 
a freethinker dreaming 
Stoically climbing 
the surreal limbo bar,
But I don’t know why 
i’m no bright spark 
for split seconds...

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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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He created the universe 
Darkness and gloom, He did disperse 
All was utopia, before the curse
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Painting ~ Freedom From Want ~ painted by Norman Rockwell

A skin and nerve disease unspeakable -
outcast, unclean; they came to be restored.
In all, ten lepers...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta...

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 Continued from Part 1

The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees 
for the angel of mercy’s no longer...

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a farmer once lost most of his crop in a storm but he didn't complain
he knew never to count on the might have-beens just thank...

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