Brimstone Poems - Poems about Brimstone

a cool spring Midwestern morning the preacher started his sermon a guest preacher known for fire and brimstone the little country church was filled censuring the flock about their sins claiming to be sin free himself he said he was perfect like Jesus Christ and that's when it happened two large front doors blew open gust of wind raced down the aisle happened so fast...

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FIRE AND BRIMSTONE Whitened collar, fixedly starched To the ultimate limits of self-perfection, Points righteous, crooked finger At an open-mouthed assembly, Crouching beneath thick- Eyebrowed gaze of a dark Frock-coated scarecrow. His cackling voice emits Hollowed-out squawks, Casting lines of invective Like steel confetti Into the ironic celebration Of a judgemental wedding For outsiders, condemned Beyond the pale. Heaven is expunged by...

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Opening my eyes …To the fire In pain I can’t describe - Hell’s flames …Are beyond my thinking - Beyond comprehension Nothing can quench …The fire I am alive - I cannot die - I’m on fire … In the depths of a place I never imagined … Or dreaded - A place I didn’t believe existed There...

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This street is frequented by people in distress, because, any difficulty, annoyance, concern, difficulty, contract, time, inconvenience, or obstacle, were resolved simply in a single walk The access road is narrow and little traveled. Except for the people crowding the entrance. As for me, please Take me there where they don't ask questions. Because I don't even have time to go further nor...

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See the frightening of the beast, I think he's angry at the coming east. He finds it hard to see the house, over the dead… Overshadowed by thunder heads. What is that soaring near the tower? I think it’s the rise of the owl. If it is but an evil deed, things are, Admired as the corpse sits upon leaves. In a scary...

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Goodbye, *****Erectus! Talking monkey with the rainforest tan Bent knuckles scarred ... low brow crouching, and arched eyes wondering — Looking at the bright yellow rock dusk paper moon burning Green banana hope is swelter swagger of nuclear dawn man Bad buy, *****Sapien! Curious chimpanzee, ever tool tinkering Tick-tock pages of the Jungle Book clock is mandrill turning Loves the evol jokes that a-peel knock ...

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Pain and fire; you understand? No! I do not understand myself! And what have I done? O God - what have I - I don't want the answer but I cannot run What's broken then? Can circumstance really be faulted? Or has the apple rotted right down to the core? Nothing left but to perish in its own toxic flesh. Yet ... if...

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A balmy day in February, A flash of yellow's all I saw, A welcome harbinger of Spring – A paper bird upon the wing. By name, a brimstone butterfly, So apposite, its sulphur hue Glows brightly, fresh, upon the eye, Light as a feather it flits on by. I watch it settle on a briar, Presumably in search of food, In vain – the rose-hips...

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Take a number and pick a seat How are you enjoying the heat Welcome to the kitchen of hell You will be here for a spell Rotten meat and burning flesh Hope you don't mind the smell Smell of sulphur masks the fumes Morbid screaming from the rooms If you are abrade to die Look around and you nay realize We are all already...

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I was giving a lesson on the Liberty Bell, as the daily Church bells went off. Yes, you guessed it, Dragon wanted to ring them, suddenly he was aloft. Before we could follow, he was out of sight, but that didn’t matter, anyhow. The only steepled church, with bells, is on the other side of town, I vow. Time...

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As I sit here on a Saturday night and prepare my heart for the Lord’s Day tomorrow I can’t help but reminisce about the days I spent in church as a child. The one thing that stands out about the difference between those days and now is the style and topic of preaching in churches....

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Fire N Brimstone  I feel my blood run cold, like ice water is being pumped through my veins. Ice chip tears start to form and console my now frozen heart Blood turns black  from fire n brimstone A raven shrieks announcing his arrival, he comes on swift wings  And takes everything from me Tears of ash shine like diamonds  Under the blanket of...

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Satan brings you "joy" Until you die in his arms Of fire and brimstone...

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‘ Brimstone ! … ’ (or A Cryptic –Cremation) Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust Flesh and Blood Wood and Mud Sun and Moon Craters and Crust Flames to Ashes Smoke to Dust Ape and Man Heart and Brain Glass and Sand Abel and Cain Spend this Space On this Earth Cutting Down Another’s Worth So Much Hate On World and Planet Trying to Paint And Stain Pearls and Granite ‘Til,...

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‘Brimstone, The Senryu … ’ 34th Senryu Fire On Mountain, Strong Ashes and Dust, Hot-Wind, Blown Fire and Rock … Brimstone...

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