Best Preacher Poems
His narrow eyes, misguided lies
Misguide his narrow plan,
To cleanse the world from demons, he
Was called The Preacher Man.
“I see no proof, I hear no truth!
Your science is a sin!
You’ll burn in hell if you rebel
And let the Devil win!”
The Preacher Man then took a stand
To convert the sinners by the hand
“You’ll see the Lord you’ll praise the Lord!
You’ll follow blindly Christ the Lord!”
The more he chased, the more they ran
From him, The Preacher Man.
Leviticus was hideous
To the innocent righteous folk
“The fags all shalt be stoned to death!” (Lev 20:13)
The terror he provoked.
His crucifix read “Six six six”
The people use to claim
He’d always clutch on to a crutch
To get him through his pain
His acid tongue and Sabbath stung
With nails through his hands he hung
“My sacrifice is worth the price,
For council in the Lord’s advice!”
His rapture soon began
That beast, The Preacher Man.
His leather book of horror shook
The children to their knees
“Dash the babies against the rocks (Psalm 137:9)
And hang them from the trees!” (Joshua 10:26)
From town to town he went around
Proclaiming he could heal
“The pain of grace upon your face!”
(His wallet was concealed.)
So lock your doors and hide what’s yours
Protect your children from the w----
“I’m commin’ for you, I’m gunnin’ for you!
I’ll say that I’ve been pray’n for you!”
His ministry infests the land
He’s called The Preacher Man.
Categories:
preacher, peoplechildren,
Form:
Rhyme
The preacher who does not speak about the evils of abortion
and the mind and heart set that is conducive to it,
which is explained by the 6th commandment
and the reason so many of us blew it….
need not preach about keeping the 5th commandment don’t you see.
Or he will also, in turn, not be able to speak about hypocrisy.
Of course any preaching on the first and second commandments
will also be nullified by this absence of morality .
Ergo the very reason for his preaching is void in it’s totality.
It is public opinion and the so called enlightened “in crowd” he is kissing,
Not with his lips …but with the portion of spine that he’s missing.
As his preaching gets smaller and smaller
evil gets bigger and taller.
Is it any wonder why such is the case?
Say good by Grace. "Good by Grace".
Categories:
preacher, caregiving, education, health,
Form:
Rhyme
I began to preach at ten
but had no idea why so late,
soon it would be dark, I thought,
and wondered why
it was not so already.
Several apathies passed unnoticed.
I gave them no mind.
And, finally, an opportunity
in a lavish, bizarre old living room.
But the matriarch was having none of it,
she was withered and severe,
she heatedly ordered me on my way
and saw to it that I did not mind.
The tongue-lashing didn't bother me much,
I was amused, come to think of it.
Leaving, I passed the housekeeper,
buxom and charming,
a smiling auburn gem
I should have met somewhere else.
And it was twelve.
The day was still bright
and the thinning traffic was still traffic.
I melted into the radiance of midnight.
23rd July 1997
Categories:
preacher, day, night,
Form:
Free verse
Brother Thomas was a preacher
Who knew the scriptures well.
He asked people to follow him,
And he'd save them from Hell.
One night while he was working late,
A man entered the church.
Brother Tom thought He was homeless,
Or on some kind of search.
The man was welcomed to the church,
A smile lit up Tom's face.
He said, if you seek salvation,
You've come to the right place.
This temple of God is Holy,
And I minister His word.
If you put your soul in my hands,
It will soar like a bird!
Those questions you've been burdened with,
Will prove a simple task.
I hold degrees in all of this,
You only have to ask.
But the man just starred right through him,
And then began to pray.
He said, "did I hear correctly,
In what I heard you say?"
"You have called this temple ‘Holy’,
Yet only God is so.
And you say you have the answers
That lost lambs need to know."
"Those degrees you so proudly wave
Were earned in schools of man.
But the heart was our Lord's classroom,
Since man's journey began."
"You claim to know what is the truth,
While pushing God aside.
And those, with whom you disagree,
You censor or deride."
"To follow the road to Heaven
A soul must walk alone.
How can you say you know my path,
When you don't know your own?"
Brother Thomas became angry,
Demanding that He leave.
You cannot come into my house
Intending to deceive!
"As you wish" proclaimed the stranger,
"You've asked me to depart.
But don't forget what I have said,
Let it grow in your heart."
And when He turned to waved goodbye,
Tom spied the stranger's hands.
He saw the scars, and heard Him say;
"Your Father understands."
Categories:
preacher, faith, religiongod, god,
Form:
Rhyme
She guides, she smiles, she invites
Hearts to hope, to relish her light
She inspires, she admires, she stirs
Compassion and joy, precious wonders
Unfolding in the spirit of those who listen
To the treasure of her gift, her brilliance
The way she soothes and calms
The wonder of her grace, her mercy
The miracle of her unconditional love
She is creativity, vision, the muse
Flames of passion in hues so beautiful
They motivate the imagination
Free spirits from stagnation, smile
Music into the lives of those who listen
To her brave silence, her invitation
To heavenly stillness, the quiet of moon
The light of truth – as stars shimmer
Rivers tremble, almost spiritual, uplifting
Calming the senses, so reassuring, heartening
She is gifted, like the soul’s sister
Releasing every resentment to the past
Where it fades into the shadows
As healing blends away the doubts
Preparing the spirit for the healing
That comes to those who hear her words
Her life-giving, life-changing verses
Poetry from the spirit, the feelings
Rhythms of grace, so compelling, fulfilling
Awakening the burning sensations, the stirring
Intimacy so amazing, the kiss of affection
Poured into the one who listens to her
She is acquainted with fear and pain
Yet she remains unchanged, a blessing
Wisdom delights in the faithful
Finds strength, even in weakness
Never doubts, but always commends
The one who hears her with a faithful ear
The one who needs her more than their suspicions
The one who knows her as God’s gift, His teacher…
Wisdom is the soul’s preacher!
1 Corinthians 1 (KJV)
28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
29 That no flesh should glory in his presence.
30 But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
Categories:
preacher, blessing, christian, inspirational, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Long ago back in the day
When my beard was full
My hair wasn’t gray
Had a bike and used to ride
Had a friend from LA
He had been to Nam
Had worn as badge
Tough as nails hard as steel
One day word came around
He was down and feelin’ bad
Going to kill him self
And anyone who came around
A friend is a friend
A good one is hard to find
And there’s a bond
You don’t set aside
I got my bike
And I set off
Wondering if so I be dead
Knock on his door
And waited in dread
He opened the door
And looked me in the eye
If you’re going to kill yourself
Can I have your bike
He smiled and said
You wouldn’t want that
It got too many problems
I just wanted
To see who were my friends
Come on inside
Categories:
preacher, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
PREACHER
the preacher explains
as he travels tracks on his palm
he is on god’s path
helter-skelter tracks indeed!
the midnight express toots warning
reverend smith
with his superior air
mounts the podium
from the loft i can see
through the tear his underwear
after sunday service
a hundred dollar bill in the collection plate
“praise the lord!” says smith
to himself quietly covering it
with a five dollar bill
Dave Austin
Categories:
preacher, humorous,
Form:
Tanka
SILENT PREACHER
He got no god and not much faith
Not even a prayer even before he sleeps
Yet, he is good. He harms no one.
He feeds himself his daughter and his sons.
Without a mess, he does just to his business
To everyone he treat giving no headaches
Oh! how kind is he! He is a man
His is the heart who knows how to love
His arms wide open not choosing any one
He freely shares himself to many and one
He knows no verses , owns no Bible
Neither a prophet but readily speaks the truth
I wonder how, what makes a real man?
Is it his faith or is it himself?
Look at this man, he not a pastor nor a priest
But can you hear.... there's a preacher in his deeds.
©O.E. Guillermo
Sponsor Regina Riddle
Contest Name Didactic poem contest
Placed 6th
2:30 pm; November 10, 2014
Categories:
preacher, character, heart, inspiration, life,
Form:
Didactic
A knock at the door...
( I don’t believe in doorbells)
What appeared to be a man and his wife
were standing off the steps on the lawn
The man had a nervous, stern look on his face
and his partner had her hands clasped together
tightly at her waist; glancing back at the street
as if she wanted to run away...
“Good morning my friend, how are you doing?”
(Not too good and I’m not your friend either)
“I’m a friend to all people who need the Lord
Do you mind if we come in and visit a while?”
(Yes I mind and I don’t need YOUR Lord either
Is that your wife with you and why is she nervous?)
“She is a member of my church and it’s her first time”
(Ahh, I understand now! She’s a virgin then?)
“Well I-I don’t know...Yes, she IS a virgin sir!”
(You said you didn’t know at first. You sure she is?)
“Y-yes I am sure! Are you a Christian my friend?”
(There you go again calling me a friend and yes I am)
“Pardon me for saying this but you don’t seem to be”
('Judge not that ye be not judged’ How bout another?)
W...('For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God')
The lady was sweating now and wringing her hands...
The Virgin backed away clumsily
and the 'Preacher' followed...
*Bible References:
Matthew 7:1
Romans 3:23
Categories:
preacher, religion,
Form:
Narrative
It is funny!
Very funny how
A masked preacher can preach honesty;
And even points at the wrongs with his
Fingers of hypocritical righteousness…
We stare with grim satisfaction
Because the black winged Angel
Ridding a flaming chariot tells a tale;
And proclaims that God is love,
Yet he, himself is an Angel of death.
Day after wretched day Humanity walks!
He walks down the dark alley of freedom;
Freedom which shouts fairness;
Fairness that begets confusion—
And he tries to bottle the spittle of birds…
Every night he lies in bed and tries to hear
The voice of fishes shouting gender and Sexualty in a world where the scale of
Equality is unevenly proportional and
Equal rights mean the oppression of men.
Apartheid, the history of Mzanzi is
The present for the African world and
That has caused his inferiority complexes
To suffice and personalize racism and
One after another, generations play along.
Lest we forget,
The victims are just as guilty
As the perpetrators but at some point.
Humanity weeps as he inspects
His isle of hopelessness!
But just like the majority, men;
They cry in hiding.
Where no-one sees,
No-one hears and
No-one dares speak for the black sheep!
Deep down this egocentric radicalism,
He orders rotten eggs to make an omelette
With which he feeds pirate justice,
And he goes all year long
On a running stomach.
Although the words never sink,
Humanity hearkens to
The rumbling stomach of justice but
When the rainbow of life turns
Grey!
Humanity's children cry day and night
While the Angel of death entrusted
Their protection feasts on their tears
And dances to the beautiful sound
Of their troubled voices.
And when the wolf comes for their
Brazen souls we hail at the smiling lady
Who says 'I am virgin Mary'
With fangs behind her white vail
And poison under her tongue—death!
The rich are poor but morally,
Yet no-one sees
And no-one cares;
They say 'each one for himself'
Come shall the final hour do.
It is funny!
Very funny how
A masked preacher can preach honesty;
And even points at the wrongs with his
Fingers of hypocritical righteousness…
Humanity looks on
And passes his judgement.
The masked preacher scoffs:
“No-one is perfect.
No, not one!”
Categories:
preacher, anger, pain, patriotic, political,
Form:
Ode
My Daddy Was a Preacher
My daddy was a preacher
Not the kind now on TV
But a back-woods country preacher
For they’re the best you see
He came through the Great Depression
Where his parents scrimped and saved
To send him off to college
On a path that God had paved
He worked hard while in college
Took odd jobs when he could
He encountered those temptations
But stayed on the side of good
Then one year taking tickets
At a bathhouse at the beach
He started a prayer meeting
He started then to preach
He preached in little rooms, a house
Eventually a church
He preached for over 60 years
For folks who God they searched
He married countless couples
Held hands of those sick in bed
He helped many a man and woman
Who had turned to the bottle instead
He spoke comfort at the funerals
Of soldiers who had died
Wrapped his arms around their loved ones
And stayed close there by their side
But even preachers pass on
As my loving father did
With a legacy of loving
For this grateful preacher’s kid
written for a friend remembering her daddy on what would have been his 100th birthday.
Categories:
preacher, father daughter, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
It's been many years that have gone by since I set at his table
Playing twelve spot dominoes with this remarkable man, who was quite able
There was no hesitation as his fingers danced accross the dots to choose the right
one to lay down
He never did slow the pace of the game, and I don't think I ever did see this
remarkable man with a frown
He was a good looking fellow by most any measure, and very clean and neat
And I remember at one of his sermons how he spoke of the woman washing Jesus's
feet
Before church started that particular morning he asked me to drive him into the
woods so he could just listen for a while
We sat there that morning, it was in the early fall, and every now and then a little
sound or the puff of wind would bring his face a big smile
It may have been the sound of a bright colored leaf as it fell onto the others
Or especially the singing birds and cawing of the hawks and fluttering wings or bird
babies chirping for their mothers
This prepared him for a sermon he wanted to deliver, straight from creations voices
and tender carress's he was at last ready to go
And for me it was such a beautiful memory that stoked and encouraged my spirit to
grow
The sermon he brought that fine fall morning was so full of live energy and true faith
and nobody seemed to hardly even move
Except to dance with the spirit if they were encouraged to spiritual groove
They all seemed to be so proud to have been there to hear their fine preacher
No doubt about it, he was a very fine man and a wonderful teacher
Categories:
preacher, inspirational, peopleme, morning,
Form:
Bio
The New Preacher,
“Hear My Words”
Are you listening.
I am saying things very clearly.
You need to keep trying.
Are you talking to me?
Am I talking to you?
Are you answering?
Yes… Yes… You are!
I see that now.
I did not know I could do all that you have asked.
I put my feet upon the path, yet the movement forward…
was torturous and slow, alarming and fearful,
for myself and my family.
How can I be responsible for others?
For so many?
The load…
What will be expected of me?
How far short will I fall of your need?
I pray. “Carry me.”
Bear all that you have given me.
The burden, the joy, the gift the delight…
Speak your words, not mine,
Use me for all ends, that You have means of…
I serve.
I humbly serve.
I gratefully kneel.
Yet…
I can not speak.
Speak for me.
Speak your words from my mouth,
that I may know to my soul, all I say…
is from You.
is true.
Categories:
preacher, courage, dance, god, hope,
Form:
Narrative
Preacher
Man on the street,
standing up for God,
speaking words written in heaven,
for all on earth to hear.
He is a humble man,
a warrior brand,
that is fading
away.
The King is coming,
God is the King,
He is the maker of everything.
The word, the bible is true.
The sky above is blue.
Know that too,
is His will.
Holding up a sign, ringing a bell,
yelling about going to hell,
but the people are deaf
to the general commotion,
made in the oceans of life,
all around them.
Yet, there are also some...
only barely aware
but still "there"...
the boat is sinking,
and they are drowning
in a sea of their own worth.
The numbness of living lies
wearing thin to their disguise.
Spit on the preacher man,
talking of love and hope for all?
Flaunt your entitlement,
as you have been promised
illusive gain,
fame...?
Count the days of your "moment",
as they will come and they will go.
You know, they are numbered,
and forever is no longer
in reach.
Categories:
preacher, atheist, corruption, courage, faith,
Form:
Free verse
She wiped his brow gently with the back of her hand,
Her sweet voice sang of a far away land.
A vision came to him that filled him with dread,
She was evil born of the dead.
Her mother came to this town, ten years ago,
She was killed by the same folk and buried where nobody would know.
The vision showed a mother pregnant with child,
The mother dead but the child alive, buried under a rock somewhere in the wild.
Then he saw a dreadful creature possess the little girl,
The sight of it made him want to hurl.
It lay dormant in the womb until the mother’s body began to decay,
Then it began to feed on it and grew stronger by the day.
When the flesh and bone were all consumed,
It clawed it way to the surface, this terrible doom.
For ten years it lived in the wild,
Until the day, it presented itself to him as this child.
Every time it touched him it skin would burn and blister
But it was comfortable with the pain and the flesh that began to fester
She smiled at him and whispered, “Now you know who I am,”
“But it has been held from you, what I do to those I condemn.”
“I will feed you and keep you and save you for last,”
“Surely he will give you to me, after I convince him of your past.”
Who is he you refer to?” he said, “Tell me please,”
“Sorry, I was thinking out loud,” She whispered “To you a little mid tease.”
“Tomorrow you shall become a witness of my wrath,”
“It shall be a day of reckoning, a ceremonial bloodbath.”
Copyright © 2011
Categories:
preacher, death, imaginationmother, mother,
Form:
Rhyme