Best Priest Poems
Oh, Those New Years Resolutions!
Now, must call a Priest and ask for Absolution!
As If perfection, I could ever in a year achieve!
Will be saying “Bless me Father,” on humble knees!
12/9/2022
how I wish I’d been
a man, a dog, or a priest
being held from sin
by a roman collar or leash
how I wish my acts
were good and virtuous deeds
narrowing the path
for saintly men and their beasts
Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you,
To have legends and songs of stars to listen to,
Stories in which each day is an adventure, every night a mystery,
And your soul, a canvas on which dreams dance freely.
Walk through the world as though it's an enchanted realm,
Where every crossroad hides a gateway to other worlds,
Every laugh is a spell that opens hearts,
And every tear, a precious pearl that lights the depths.
Love with the passion of the never-setting sun,
In your hearts, let the primordial fire burn,
Every love, a chapter written with the ink of the moon,
And every parting, a falling star that grants wishes.
Travel through the seasons as through the pages of a sacred book,
Spring to bloom your soul, summer to ignite your senses,
Autumn to gather the fruits of your thoughts, winter to purify your dreams,
Every step, a story, every breath, a song.
When you speak with the shepherd of souls,
Tell him about flights to unknown heavens,
About nights spent under the cloak of stars,
And about the dawns in which you were reborn from your own ashes.
Live your life in a carnival of colors, sounds, fragrances,
Leave behind memories that shine brighter than any treasure,
Let your life be a work of art that knows no end,
And when the time comes to leave the earth, let your story fly free,
In a universe where magic is the breath of every moment,
And where every spoken word adds a star to the celestial vault of eternity.
An enchanted fairy-tale, a dreamlike state is my mind preoccupied without you
lying next to me.
Magical orbs are elements of love and the essence of paradise.
I was charmed by your smile and your gentle embrace captured my mind.
As celestial bodies, life revolves.
Delightful and fulfilled is memory of the years we had together.
What a shame it is we cannot reunite because of your sexual choices.
Was it that I did not satisfy your inner person?
Just wanted to let you know you are always a part of my thoughts and my
intuition.
You chose priesthood because you felt you had a greater purpose.
What does the future hold is questionable.
I am practicing celibacy also.
Without your vivacity, lethargy I feel.
My mind is set to find an exceptional man.
You where that love and now you are saved.
I am not afraid to uncage.
I want you to know I think of you and find inner peace from all that is true.
If ever I falter, I will follow your path.
This is because you believe in a greater purpose that is so incline to achieve the sensational bliss.
Love, our existence links.
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Contest Name: I THINK OF YOU
Penned February 12, 2015!
Jesus or Father Christ
A priest forever
In the order of Melchizedek
Don’t want an argument or a fight
I’m speaking for what is the truth
Catholic or Roman Catholic was established or started by Jesus or Father Christ
Jesus or Father Christ established or started with our first Pope-St. Peter
St. Peter’s Catholic or Roman Catholic’s first pope
Pope or Apostle of Jesus or Father Christ
Jesus or Father Christ is the High Priest
The priest in the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church is called “Father”
Father representing Father Christ Jesus
It is not Eternal Father
It is Father representing the Catholic or Roman Catholic’s priest
Just want to clarify previous comments on the poem
Whoever dwells now in that nest?
Nightingales?
Or the priest who wants to rest?
Wherever is my cousin, the pest?
With Ted?
Or the priest who wants to rest?
This morning a minor sin I confessed.
To whom?
To the priest who wants to rest.
Look! He is getting undressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.
Hush! Quiet or he'll be distressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.
You speak Manx? He'll be impressed!
Who?
The priest who wants to rest.
I need ants! Who can help in my quest?
You?
Or the priest who wants to rest?
TV shan't get your brain blessed.
Who said so?
The priest who wants to rest.
He claims to have climbed the Everest.
Yikers!
The priest who wants to rest?
Dinner is ready but we're missing a guest!
Which one?
The priest who wants to rest.
Toilet's occupied! I can't hold it! I protest!
Who's in there?
The priest who wants to rest!!!
He's done with his nap. Yes, you guessed.
Bingo!
The infamous priest that you detest.
April 29 2014
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Contest: Any Poem # 29
Place # 3.
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
The Priest with Spirited Eyes
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,-
Shared love given to those with great need!
Comforting hearts that hurt but don't bleed,
With love spent in helping as precious time flies
Your healing gently washes away so many lies,
Mercy prevails as you plant that seed;-
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes,
Shared love given to those with great need!
As welcomed as are rain clouds in desert skies
Healing those victims with kindness and speed!
Hearts mended, imprisoned Souls quickly freed,
With tender mercies prevailing and joy in the cries,
Heart sees tender giving in those spirited eyes.
Robert J. Lindley, 07/13/2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name - Random Acts of Kindness
Rondel
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet,
rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the
refrains, or repeats.
The priest who wants to rest
went fishing with his dear cousin Nora
A very nice lady, ginger and intrepid.
Today she adopted a Turkish Angora
The priest who wants to rest
took a shower early which he enjoyed
The water he truly liked, it was tepid;
and he sang an ode to Sigmund Freud
The priest who wants to rest
has read the Bible sixty nine times more than Tom;
his second favorite book yet not his number one;
The one he likes the most is The Population Bomb.
The priest who wants to rest
played chess with the pigmy who loves giraffes;
Our priest was shocked: the Faroese midget won!
Horrid event! He can't afford such gaffes!
The priest who wants to rest
states indignant that medicine kills millions
and also adds that doctors are dangerous.
Some of his ecclesiastic opinions.
The priest who wants to rest
has composed a most terrific hymn
with both hands (he is ambidextrous);
A valid reason to admire him.
The priest who wants to rest
painted a most fine picture of a city,
and explained to me what is a monsoon;
Explanation and picture were witty.
The priest who wants to rest
got a visit from his sweet sister Odette;
They shared a very fine meal at noon;
His sister cooked a luscious omelette.
The priest who wants to rest
adores his nieces and nephews;
By the way, they are very young;
yet both have deep political views.
The priest who wants to rest
is nowadays studying Tagalog;
He is very glad learning this new tongue.
I notice he is happy and agog.
He will come back. His return will be swell.
In the meantime, you have a poem to digest.
For he is a man of morals and no mannerisms.
He is the priest, the priest who wants to rest.
The Bad Priest
In Lyons (I think it was Easter, 1438),
I was a priest and somehow can recall
the dim church, the heavy clouds of frankincense
and the knights and the peasants lined up for communion.
I chanted the magic words
and did the magic gestures but
instead of the wine becoming the blood
of our Blessed Lord,
it changed into piss.
I was not ready for this.
Inside the chalice,
the reflection
of my own most hideous face -
I poured my face onto the floor and
a thousand rats writhing in a sea of worms
destroyed my last pretense of piety.
The congregation – the whores no less than
the assassins – knew that I was one of them
and could no longer hide the fact.
The stained glass windows crackled and shattered,
the church crumpled into rubble;
and we all shrieked
as the earth quaked
and God was deaf:
to the sobs of the amputees.
For the unforgivable crime of sacrilege
the ecclesiastical tribunal interrogated me
under the direction of the Bishop.
Those Dominican friars, those Domine Canes
(bloodhounds of the Lord), figured I'd sold
my soul to the adversary and when they
put me on the rack and hung me up backwards
and hammered each ankle and elbow in turn,
I saw that they must be right,
for they showed such tender concern
for the state of my soul.
I confessed but still had to be tortured again,
in order to confirm the first one.
The Dominicans wanted to burn my genitals
to get to the names of family members
who might be party to this conspiracy,
but in his mercy the Bishop forbade them.
I had to prepare myself for being burned at the stake:
There would be no merciful strangling instead.
I could pray for the grace of God,
but I knew I wouldn’t get it.
I could not even look forward to oblivion
as I regarded that yellow shirt
printed with the Devil's signs
that I'd have to wear on that
morning of shame and buckets of ****.
My friends will ask for my forgiveness
as they set the straw afire.
Will I be a Christian then?
Beware the Judas Priest
Trust and obey this preacher did say,
Down on your knees for forgiveness, now pray,
Confess your misdoings, repent of your sins,
But lack of due reverence caused the plight that you’re in.
You’re morally just but have fallen from grace,
Unable to stand in the light of his face;
Judgemental, aggressive, condemning, unfair,
These are the traits that have taken you there,
Alone in your nightmare, unable to see
The pain your behaviour occasioned for free;
Selfish, dogmatic, conceited and blind
To the harm that your actions have caused to mankind.
Sit back on your laurels, examine your prize,
Did the wreckage you’ve caused really need all those lies?
You held so much trust in the palm of your hand,
No one could have guessed just what you had planned
You smiled in the foreground and judged from behind,
Laughed at the simple, the answers they’d find.
So now that your mischief has come to an end,
Can the damage you’ve caused to those souls ever mend?
Can your rule of injustice be followed by peace?
Will you really relinquish you hold and release
The memories you’ve kidnapped, the traditions you’ve squashed,
All the hope that’s been stripped and the innocence lost?
Will you wake up one day and look back with remorse
At the carnage you’ve caused in the name of our Lord?
Into a Parish Priest.
Horn has always worked the hardest
At trying to become an blowhard artist
And a great poet he soon became
To find all of his fortune and fame.
God as great as He always has been,
Wasn't sure where he should begin
Regarding making Horn more poetic
Whose appeal was totally pathetic.
When Horn wrote poetry and sang music
You got sick and would leave real quick;
Horn in our choir was no longer allowed
And sounded like someone disembowed.
A dirty hand poor God had been dealt
When He found out how bad Horn smelt;
How could God hurt the fewest the least?
So He turned Horn into a parish priest.
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Jesus Christ is the Catholic’s High Priest
Jesus Christ is the Catholic’s 1st Priest
Jesus Christ is a Priest according to the order of Melchizedeck
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
Father is used for the Franciscan Friar’s or Catholic Priest
Father Christ wants me to propagate “Father Christ”
“I want all people to call me Father Christ, not just you”
It is in the Bible
The Letters to the Hebrews
Please read it, there is an important lesson there
You can try reading other man made religion’s bible
They’re interpreted differently
Universal Church is there from the 2nd century
Universal Church which is now called Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
On 2nd century was when Father Christ established the Universal Church
That is now called Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Written: 10092021
Time: 4pm
Altar made of clouds,
Ministering to the earth:
Reverend of day.
Priest Was a Sin and Transgressor Stressor
He is really quite an important impresser,
And priest has been a profound professor;
Episcopalian etiquette,
That can never quit;
In sermons sin and transgressor stressor.
Jim Horn
Welcome Aboard New Priest
New priest we want to welcome aboard;
Together with him will praise the Lord;
With voice endowed,
He can thrill a crowd,
And has gift to gab that we can afford.
Jim Horn