Best Popes Poems


Premium Member Poetic Justice


A poet's flowing poems uplift the souls
     of men and sing of legends small and great,
     of knights and lords, of fiefdoms, and of fate,
of kings, and pontiffs in ungodly roles!

Long, long ago, these popes, desiring control,
     enjoined the knights to charge; and penetrate 
     their Christ's Jerusalem to decimate
the infidels and caliphs of dark Sheol!

When wanton rulers pillage and plunder, poets  
     write and sing of their great, immoral acts,
betrayals, carnage, and cabals; tho' it's
     wiser to just ignore these damning facts,
let poets instead make them known, so it's 
     repaid by poetic justice's attacks.
Categories: popes, betrayal, hate, poems, poets,
Form: Italian Sonnet

Friends of the Twins Metatron and Sandalphon

Three Popes died within six years
I wonder if what killed them 
were the sum of their fears
Could the cause be what they
covered or uncovered
The bible speaks of kings
who's wickedness God discovered
Historically their causes
were just and awed
But Heaven alone judges
the guilt of it's laws 
It took six years to stop
the naming of angels
And the most we don't know
because of their angle
So just for the record 
I'll untangle the tangle
Nine angels minus two
so scholars can tango

Michael the warrier
"Who is like God"
Gabriel the messenger
"Powerful Man of God" 
Raphael who sometimes stirred
a pool
"The Healing of God"
Uriel Who protected John the Baptist 
during Herod's wicked rule
"The Light or Fire of God"
Salaphiel
"The Prayers and Communication of God"
Jegudiel
"The Glory and Praise of God"
Barachiel leader of guardian angels
"The Benediction and Blessing of God"

Thrones, Dominions, Virtues, Principalities
Powers, Archangels posses
Cherubim and Seraphim
are even Angels none the less


( A few riddles included )
Categories: popes, 12th grade, angel, faith,
Form: Free verse

Listening To Russian Poetry

The odor of turnips,
of seasoned cabbage water - borscht
flushed through musing kidneys.

Listening to Zhukovsky, Vysotsky, Tyutchev,
not comprehending a word of it.
Working my way backward
through an alphabet that echoes
proto-Slavic roots and chugs.
Muses that are a gloved slap of love,
an aching tooth,
a fondness for black-ice
words that gnaw wet socks and fingertips.
Suspicions wriggle like long dead Popes –
the smell of tobacco and damp sheets.
A dusting of earth shaken from chilled rhizomes.

Words simmer like sleeping Cossacks.
Whiffs of green water, grain, and potato,
the anguish of bruised beets.

A poetry that peels onion,
a crop used
in the pickling of cucumbers,
and other forever preserved romances.
Categories: popes, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member All Around the World

Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? 
Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, 
nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, 
nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. Who is left?

We are all subjects of mankind—
       so let’s be kind and let us be by love defined—I Am Anaya

All Around The World

So why is it they can’t just see that: Differences shouldn’t be hated
Popes change dogma continually, Leviticus Bible verse should be updated
The revelation comes too late, and yes, it is belated

Unrighteous we are, why torment gay men and women, everyone’s unclean
and so you have it, anything else is contrary to sound doctrine,
In a sense, if you look about at the lout, ordinary men are just as obscene

Heterosexuals have shown us just how perverted they too can be
Easy to be lured into a night of dishonorable passions, a themed orgy
Unashamed, receive you will a due penalty, and remember the trilogy

Too many homosexuals living all around the world today
We know the facts, it is hard to come out, and no one chooses to be gay, 
Some find out at age ten, he made no choice, never has it worked that way

To have a hatred so strong isn’t natural, it seems its rather what you seek
What makes any sense at all is that being different doesn’t make you week
What labels a freak, but God made us misguided, different, and meek

A mother knows her son is gay
She watched that he had grown up in his flamboyant way
Not a random whim conjured up one day

A heterosexual’s testimony is clear: 
A teacher’s council and kind patience bolstered Rob’s resolve
To overcome youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve
His humanity may have saved Rob’s life. His memory he holds dear                                  
But whenever the name Mister James arose
Other kids just called him q****

Whatever kind of group it is you’re in
Just because they are different from you, but both same to sin
No one here will win or lose, all will end.  And if so be it, once more begin.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: popes, anger, discrimination, hate,
Form: Monorhyme

Disconnection Ok'D

post an atom.
we need one.

subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
 and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
 the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]

squirrel!
© Amra Cau  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: popes,
Form: Verse

Signs In the Time

Russia is now in the Middle East as earthquakes dramatically increase
A couple signs of the beast but in these times such signs don't cease
As the twelves tribes of Israel return with anti-Semitism on the rise
Many of the things you will learn may also come as a real surprise

As in Revelation seventeen four, she dressed in Purple and Scarlet
This is what Cardinals and Bishops wore in being called this harlot
The euro-roman empire is back and many rumors of war, and war
The Red Moons were right on track, as man is wicked to his core

The Euphrates will run dry, a new 16 dam project just completed
For this China and Russia will via as a deal will save the defeated
But it's the Almighty's Israel this Army will be God drawn to take
Not sure exactly what Seal but that is going to be a big mistake

Earth itself has begun to convulse as man has stripped her bare
And if you still have a pulse of these events you must be aware
A forced Israeli land deal for peace as from Judea they will flee
No longer will God they fleece or else as we are all about to see  

Matthew 24:36 
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no, 
not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.

Russia/Rosh- Gog Magog war 9-11-15
Jews increasingly return to Israel worldwide
St. Malachy predicted 112 popes, this is 112
The euro is the old Roman Empire 
Red Moons 1493, 1948 rebirth of Israel 
1967 the 6 day war Jerusalem now Israel's, and 2014 
Signs in the Heavens God's Billboards
200,000,000 man army crosses dry Euphrates 
Turkey just finished that dam 6 months ago
Earthquakes over 6.0 increase 10 fold since 2000
Google disasters in the U.S after ruling against Israel( it's not good)
The warnings/Shemitah years 1973, 80, 87, 94  2001, 2008,  
2015 9-11 Russian goes into Middle East(Syria)
For I believe the final process of His Judgement may have begun
We are no Nineveh, we haven't repented but become worse! 

Technology/ increase in knowledge
Popo Leo's Vision 1884....I need more time and power
The cell phone, he's in EVERYONES pocket(power)
I could go, but time is short
Not meant to scare, but awaken.  He is a Loving and Merciful God,  
And His Kingdom will have no end.  Call upon His Name
For even the elite shall be fooled in the last days
Categories: popes, judgement,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Wizards of Destruction

(music intro)

clergy teaching dogma classes
just like wizards at black masses
evil minds that sow confusion
hailing godless evolution
Babylon with all her daughters
share in blessing wartime slaughter
casting spells upon mankind
puppeteering brainwashed minds (oh Lord yeah)
 
(music)

(bridge)

popes and bishops wearing royal fleece 
sending our young men to their graves
with their lips they bless the Prince of Peace
promising the hordes that Jesus saves
Reverends trumpeting their altar calls
"Come get saved and you'll be healed"
blind man now before the preacher falls
another fallacy unveiled (yeah)

(music)

Judgment day brings tribulation
the proud reject capitulation
angels rain down from the heavens
wielding bloody swords as weapons
Babylon has missed her calling
on their knees her prelates crawling
time to face Jah's King of Kings
Satan cowers, heaven sings

(music to finale)

(bonus stanza)

Now God's judgment day has ended
his sovereignty and name defended
kingdom blessings here at last
mankind's woes have all but past
Jesus heals the broken-hearted
brings to life our dear departed
Jubilee's a thousand years
no more suff'ring, pain or tears (Oh Lord yeah)
© Tom Woody  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: popes, judgement, religion,
Form: Lyric

I Love Africanamerican Christian Culture: Forgiving Slaveholders and Tyrants

Some serious religious sophomores claim Christ ('Witness' Bluff)
Almost like Columbus: to hit the Other, take their STUFF

Nothing Doing here; I am a Minister of Jesus' Gospel
For the same Reason they fled HERE to Native Indian lands

Catholics to Lord Baltimore's Maryland, Puritans to Massachusetts;
Persecuted Quakers to Penn's America - for debts Kings owed the Admiral

(Indentured white servants came in thousands, here and in the Islands
There's no shame; we are all sinners, or erstwhile peasants, made Kings)

Don't dare preach to me to abandon my dress, language, culture
While you want nothing of Jesus, and His Gospel that saves sinners like us

THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE

This world has enough of such CHRIST claimants
Even Jehovah's Witnesses tell me to forget my ancestors

So she can rest assured, make the world safer for Imperialism
No, Sir. No Ma'am. Jesus never asked me to lose my language, wisdom ...

To become akin to POPES, priests, Luther, Calvin, Puritans of Boston
Who killed four Quakers before 1660; just 40 years post-Mayflower arrival!

THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE

That was not all; Roger Williams fled Boston, for fear of forced deportation
Was fair to Natives, now America's first Baptist. Not so for Anne Hutchinson

She was expelled from MBC (Massachusetts) when pregnant with child #8
She never survived the flight, but did open up Portsmouth (Rhode Island)

So when we think those South Africans of Indian descent must change ...
I ask, As Columbus wanted change? As the Puritans? Those slaveowners?

Thank God the Slaves kept their African culture in America
And made Christianity BETTER than ever, gifting us such SAINTS as Dr. King!

So there!

THE SECOND COMING WILL NOT BE TELEVISED, OR ON FACEBOOK
NOR WILL IT BE APPROVED BY THE MILITARY, UN, OR the WHITE HOUSE
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: popes, africa, bible, black african
Form: Verse

Disappointment: Stacked Rhyme 10-30-2012

Let some hope dreams reach arms 
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm 
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech 
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach 
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech 
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech! 
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched 
swarmed hearse!
Categories: popes, angst
Form:

Down Pressor

I 
hate 
the 
oppression 
you 
so 
heavily 
bear 
upon 
my 
mind. 
Made 
carry 
heavy 
loads 
like 
a 
donkey, 
messed 
up 
my 
views 
like 
the 
sight 
of 
the 
blind. 
I 
know 
no 
more 
what 
I 
knew 
before. 
You 
came 
to 
South 
Africa 
with 
your 
Boere-
war. 
Chewed 
down 
the 
thinnest 
breadlines, 
and 
saw 
the 
many 
lives 
you've 
torn. 
Raped 
my 
sisters 
and 
birthed 
pink 
babies, 
the 
original 
black 
man's 
spawn. 
Your 
craftsmen 
were 
learned 
in 
bashing 
our 
heads 
against 
the 
wall. 
Then 
you 
lie 
to 
the 
world 
about 
Adam 
and 
The 
Fall. 
As 
you 
preached 
God, 
you 
killed 
thousands 
with 
your 
guns. 
Catholic 
popes 
were 
pedophile 
gays 
who 
married 
lesbian 
nuns. 
Your 
husbands 
killed 
our 
brothers 
and 
raped 
their 
daughters, 
or 
pimped 
their 
mothers 
as 
slavery 
bought 
their 
sons. 
Encouraged 
abortion 
amongst 
blacks, 
so 
you 
can 
over-
populate 
the 
country. 
You 
hunger 
me 
like 
Somalia, 
and 
your 
pocket 
money 
never 
fed 
me. 
Took 
my 
cattle 
and 
fields 
and 
turned 
them 
into 
slave 
labour. 
Thanks 
to 
you 
we 
now 
know 
what 
it 
means 
to 
hate 
your 
neighbor. 
Called 
our 
faiths 
pagan 
and 
took 
away 
our 
herbs. 
Made 
witches 
out 
our 
doctors 
of 
the 
spirit. 
turned 
experience 
into 
science, 
and 
bestowed 
it 
upon 
dark 
artists 
with 
merit. 
We 
now 
have 
become 
street 
kids, 
because 
we 
can't 
make 
another 
riot. 
This 
is 
my 
free 
speech 
like 
radio 
broadcasts, 
try 
hard 
to 
keep 
me 
quiet.
Categories: popes, anger
Form: Alexandrine

Pulmonary

"Pulmonary"



Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green

Clairvoyants dance in time 
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out 

Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an open door

Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
llb/gvlm/mlb/klb/jk,ak/io,to




"Dance of the Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://youtu.be/xJwuP5wPCLQ




“You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning. 
You feel it, between your chest and your throat, 
the weight of it stretching you outside your self, 
like a dead fish on the shore.”



“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, 
then man would have only four years of life left. 
No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, 
no more animals, no more man.” 



“The bird, the bee, the running child 
are all the same to the sliding glass door.”


Rev 8 (NIV)
Zeph 1:3 (KJV)













1. Fish
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/australia/murray-darling-thousands-of-fish-have-died-in-nsw-in-past-two-weeks/ar-BBZylHg 


2. Bees
https://alumninetworkhungary.hu/magazine/blogs/yes-bee-extinction-could-mark-end-humanity 


3. Bees/Wildlife extinction 
https://www.wsj.com/articles/australia-fires-imperil-populations-of-green-bees-honeyeaters-and-potoroos-11578997803 


4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_circulation





Lyrics/ "Dancing with Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://genius.com/Pearl-jam-dance-of-the-clairvoyants-lyrics
Categories: popes, animal, bird, fish, humanity,
Form: Free verse

Pope Benedict Xvi Chants Pater Noster

The Pope Benedict XVI chants, " Pater Noster " with a voice not so grand
while distracting himself by gazing at God's outstretched hand
that Michelangelo painted so well
on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.


This is a Gregorian chant with music sumptuously composed
by monastery monks whose life dedication was to preserve knowledge
despite the barbaric invasions that they constantly endured...
they knew that their song of celestial sound would survive another age.
 


He is not wearing a tiara decorated with stones as other popes have,
perhaps it is to express his true humbleness towards God Himself,
that the power of a crown is a selfish manifestation of earthly power,
so on his feeble knees he prays for all, "Pater Noster. "  



And while controversy about his birth and ancestry is absurd and unfair,
he's breaking down  the barriers of prejudice and race laboriously...
although he came from a nation that conquered and slaughtered without pity;
let us join this selfless servant of our merciful God by chanting, " Pater Noster. "  



Before the almightiness of the delighted Creator with " Pater Noster qui es in caelis, "
he displays his devotion for Him and admiration for the artistic hands of tireless bone
that embellished the ceiling of the Sacellum Sixtinum: a gem of the Renaissance;
Rome is in constant transformation, and here Pope Benedict XVI lays another stone. 





English translation: Pater Noster qui es in caelis:
Our Father who art in Heaven
Sacellum Sixtinum: Sistine Chapel
Categories: popes, art, faith, father, god,
Form: Rhyme

My Profound Admiration For Michelangelo

My profound admiration for Michelangelo goes
beyond the Renaissance genius that he was;
humanness on humble faces out of norm, 
seeking their Creator with a human form!


I envision him on his back painting nudity  
on the high ceiling of the Sistine Chapel as hot sweat
dripped from his forehead...did he anticipate any threat 
in exposing the beauty of the human sexuality?  


Out of Carrara white marble, he carved those life-like sculptures:
David with his muscular was one of his best creation! Amid
war and bloodshed, his spirit shone while his hand chiseled and painted;
wealthy popes and kings hired him to embellish their palaces and churches! 


What driving force  made him accomplish such masterpieces
so timeless and beautiful? Was his faith, passion or events that inspired 
him? I'm astonished by them and lose myself in them as many have for ages...
taking a journey to an era when literature and art flourished! 

.
Categories: popes, art, beauty, courage, faith,
Form: Rhyme

Chief Complaint

Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest feature,
In reality media,
Put it on wikipedia,
We like, "Dawg, we hear ya!"
Stuff ain't black and white,
So let's punk these zebras,
Walkin' 'round like libras,
How 'bout we take their medicine,
To debilitate libidos,
Of ghouls in tuxedos,
Friggin' neato,
Now let's stop the peep show.

We gon' Murder, lazy suckers in art,
Not in the streets, are you a stinking sweet tart?
Be smart, avoid Agents Provocateurs,
Lessons learned from disturbed dealings with nerds,
I'm jealous of every one of you free punks,
Livin' lux' cuz you learned math and redux,
Methodology, just watchin' the flux,
Making rational decisions and earning big bucks,
Sucks to me be me cuz I'm a sensitive nut,
Driving the short bus right into a rut,
I once thought I was a cut above the rest,
Perhaps blessed,
But when putting faith to the test,
I found a lot of hex, and now maybe I'm vexed,
I realized my faith wasn't in myself,
It was in the rest,
So I went on a quest to discover why I felt,
And my feelings lead me straight to hell.

OMJeepers creepers,
Would ya get a load of these sheepish creatures?
Could ya set a tone of leaner demeanor?
Should ya live by the vote of some evil geezers?
I'm gettin' at the throat of some evil deeds,
I'm pullin' out weeds like, "who planted these?"
Some GMO seeds, like, "do we really need these?"
These things we see have an invisible leash,
I breath, I eat, I sleep, I compete,
I discriminate based on character for real,
No Little Bo Peep gon' convince me,
That skin means stink,
Look sir, I'm free,
To use intuition to see into you,
Sleuthin' through the politics that consume you,
Communistic who's who protruding through all the doo-doo,
You know this, Excentrix is super glue sticky dude.
Categories: popes, anger, conflict, culture, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Villanelle: the Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 11

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 11

How might one batter to death rogue Nation State
Much less Institutions Parties Power Groups
Motherland religion Peoples’ opiate

Kings tyrants prophets may under-estimate
The will of the People to upset their hopes
How might one batter to death rogue Nation State

Around rulers sycophants proliferate
Brahmins Mullahs Rabbis Mahatheros Popes
Motherland religion Peoples’ opiate

Intrigue owe allegiance inordinate
Find forgiveness for evil deeds lethal troops
How might one batter to death rogue Nation State

Rulers shared power with sp’ritual Prelate
Don’t religions all jockey like power groups
Motherland religion Peoples’ opiate

When the individual’s battered by the State
Turn not to Justice rather see dashed your hopes
How might one batter to death rogue Nation State
Motherland religion Peoples’ opiate

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: popes, anti bullying, betrayal, conflict,
Form: Villanelle
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