Best Pulpit Poems

a red winged blackbird 
barked a sermon
from a cattail pulpit...

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A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate 
He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully
between his legs and whistle a somber tune.
The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town
Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty...

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Beneath the heavens 
Cold means are the death of the reverend 
Coke fiends run through the church and buy the religion
Through the nose goes the bone marrow of the Son 
Out of the nose comes His blood for the sins 
And into a pool of...

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The body and the blood
are of those who inched on their bellies
underneath barbed wire
and never lived to be born again.


Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers.
Who mourns at their whitewashed bones?
Bleached by the desert Son,
Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy...

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What I would not write is much
On the sullied cloak of the clergies.
My inkwell keeps running dry
Each time my quill feather
Is dangled in their direction.
A warning not to belittle
Or mock the modern day Pharisees
Because surely there are
A few good men in their lot.

Yet you should...

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Upon my lastly leave:

I beg of you,
As I stand before the gallows 
And these promises of end,
Do not take to heart
The darkness of doubt
That these shadows do cast.
It is a pious act,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The Land Of The Fat.

They'll beseech you,
These countesses of glowing trolls
And...

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climb at all levels
                                 wonderful heavenly view - 
    ...

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Every week being different yet the Power still the same
Of what some people meant and what was their game
But the Lord always prevails for what do fools know
His Love one that never fails and makes a heart glow

Curing, feeding, forgiving and even raising the dead
An...

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The pulpit of the womb
Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb
It’s not the deception of 
           a dichotomy of love 
Death holds its breath
While a world calls evil good
     ...

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TEARS SHED AT THE PULPIT

Tears shed at the pulpit—twice I shed today,
For I am so burdened for those whom I pray.
I pray for my family, I pray for those here;
I know many burdens, I know many a fear.
I receive the phone calls, text messages, too,
From...

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Bully A Culprit in Pulpit

What we really had to finally admit,
Came up with a culprit in the pulpit;
Money using,
And abusing,
And was a bully who could not quit.

Book is by Doris Kearns Godwin.

Has anyone out there read any of
her books lately?

Jim Horn...

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for separation of church and hate ~ eating your humble piety...

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Foundation.

In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?

Title.

The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between 

(A regal voice whispers)


You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret

My child 

Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts

And...

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spiritual discourses
address lower mind
offering not flavour
of bliss magnetism 
that ignites our form

therefore silence
is the best teacher 
requiring release of
ownership of thought
thus exhuming ego

awareness animated
poised in the void
entwined with existence 
breaks the mirror
invoking Holy Spirit...

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