Best Piety Poems
Cliffs were sentinels reaching to the sky
Gulls chided my presence with loud decry
I scaled a hilltop to glimpse the sea
Piety washed in gentle waves over me
Never had I felt so humbled before,
watching fingers of foam fondle the shore
October 26, 2021
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glory expounding
with gavel
sent to hell with love
MagiCicada13
There was a preacher named Gunn
Who kept all the ladies on the run.
He caught quite a few
And first thing he knew
The pews were full of sons of Gunn.
Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels
Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe
Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork of divine confusion
Unfounded values in perfusion
Peripheral motives, hidden lies
Unhallowed spirits in holy guise
Hypocrites with tarnished goals
Believing they’re the chosen souls
Enterprising Henry IV declares suzerainty over state
Xenophobic princes seek the royal prerogative to abate
Cautious king uses diplomacy, threats his minions to subjugate
Old rivals in Saxony Henry's consolidation with tyranny equate
Morose princes in the hinterland seek to avoid a similar fate
Manic King Henry sends his forces the opposition to eradicate
Unifying his kingdom, Henry dispatches puppets, builds forts his
subjects to ingratiate
Nouveau Pope, Gregory VII, seeks his spiritual fiefdom to
accentuate
Invoking ban on German King's power to bishops nominate
Calculating King refuses to cooperate with this diabolical dictate
Arrogant Pope responds to Henry's disobedience with a writ to
excommunicate
Terrified, Henry performs penance to wipe clean the slate
Ecclesiastical mantra restored; Pope Gregory VII absolves the
humbled magnate
Demeaned but not demised, Henry continued to temporal, spiritual
power appropriate
RAMADAN
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@Clempoetry
Pious passion with pearl like luster
Panoply paint in deviant cluster
Projecting devout sacred morals
Wearing crowns of thorny laurels
Preaching forth with self righteous scorn
Scrawled on parchment fully worn
Those pagan heathens they perceive
Who don’t condone what they believe
Perplexed by such pathetic woes
Least the truth be so exposed
A patchwork of divine confusion
Unfounded values in perfusion
Peripheral motives, hidden lies
Unhallowed spirits in holy guise
Hypocrites with tarnished goals
Believing they’re the chosen souls
You are a ray of light that caresses my soul…
You stir my might each day releasing things outdated…
You love me in a way that is right with purity…
You shall forever stay with me goddess of delight...
My friend, my lover, my ray of light…
Conception of a bloodstained cross
Can be perceived a threshold loss,
As piteous as piety
When rage of age destroys its gloss
And ends a dismal dynasty.
When the face of satan flickers
Across your heart and soul
Bishops, priests and vicars
Will show their sacred role
Their aim to help society
By teaching wrong from right
This variety of piety
Will keep you in the light
The Sea of blood
Glows pink when the sun hits.
Suns rise and more die,
The liquid of life is pungent.
Midday the Gods fall,
stars plunging.
Angels float, then drown,
white wings bleeding.
Dogmas submerge
as dusk hits.
High tide is lovely.
Devils emerge
wingless.
These sunsets are heavenly.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
The Sea of blood
Glows pink when the sun hits.
Suns rise and more die,
The liquid of life is pungent.
Midday the Gods fall,
stars plunging.
Angels float, then drown,
white wings bleeding.
Dogmas submerge
as dusk hits.
High tide is lovely.
Devils emerge
wingless.
These sunsets are heavenly.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Snowflakes
seasons, all four
pretty little gardens
holiday cheer
landscapes beautiful
be it mountains or the sea
painters painting
selfish to the souless core
yet tell me is so pretty
dawn, dusk and sunsets
clichés smashed with superficial
wrap you hate any way you wish
a real mother cares for all children
angels looking down
see the hypocrites
self-centered in floppy nightgowns
if I had a knife
and was them
I would fear myself
however I fear nothing
I whisper softly
the embrace of death
near
Its your own cold heart
you should fear
Gone in the toilet
all hatred flushed
The Night of Nativity
On the night of Nativity
Of the Lord`s Only Divine Son
Let`s in the depth of piety
Chant hymns of His Sublime Son;
On the night of Nativity
Let bells chime atop all churches
With rings of creativity
And no-one be left in the lurch;
On the night of Nativity
Let love and peace extend afar
With a white sign of purity
Like the bright shining Northern Star;
On the night of Nativity
Let`s all thank the Graceful Lord
And span faith in the Trinity
To the best we can afford.
On this night of nativity
Let` s mark it as a divine night
When shining stars of sanctity
Blaze the sky with its sublime light.
''Light throbbing from ye' hand, bound by vow --of God-like piety.''