Catechism Poems - Poems about Catechism

...A fallow season a time of trivial hungers that gnawed like a hypocrites prayer. It was a Wednesday, or one of those days, with sorrow sewn into it like a prison blanket. He had been unlocked li......Read the rest...

... (Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer. Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) words Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting Bin Laden with delusion......Read the rest...

... A question mark tail Manipulation azured Cat strums dinner bell Lamp genie, leg rubbed Here is where magic begins Tale of two kitties The Coliseum Shake hustle booty, duties Reminds......Read the rest...

...The name mistakenly saintly, the other one a rite-of-life, a gauche passage for some, for most the contract costly, imprints its meaning post firey baptismal dive to rise again somehow......Read the rest...

...Every once in a while, especially on holidays, I find myself wandering through my memory museum - rattling doors and fishing through those virtual hallways. That’s where I found ‘Father Lucas,’ last ......Read the rest...

... From my experience anyway the face of a clock is generally the face or faces of loved ones hands~ our contribution of little extremities that grow, fingers into grips, arms into outside r......Read the rest...

...My stance in front of me, komorebi I stand a brisk falls midst autumn trees My Father’s sunlight, shining awe bright Through illuminist lines shines catechism Strings and streams of visual lights......Read the rest...

...Can scribes feel nothing, in spite of Psalms' convicting songs? Or can the godly err, if righteousness prohibits wrongs? Can the priests sacrifice, though they profane God's Word? Can prophets pro......Read the rest...

...Off-beat pulse, echoed heart to part, Separate slime of sweating art. Body but a corpus, corporal careless muck, Limbed flubber army legs lashing ‘gainst the yuck. Mind but memory in meld wit......Read the rest...

...I was just a kid You threw the “book” at me Hellfire, damnation, sinner!! Repent!!!! I was too young To remember “penting” So how could I do it again?? Purgatory…. “the not quite ready for pr......Read the rest...

...Remembering my Dad Walking home in the warm breeze Wafting memories As if that same wind Had blown through our vacations Places we traveled When I was little And we used to go camping Or ......Read the rest...

...Force of analysis Anatomy Circumstance formula Evasive ecology What let loose atomic forces Catastrophic catechism Muted-minded blank decisions Body of Lies Man's Tongue circumcis......Read the rest...

...Of course, art is always somewhat subjective, breaking established rules: the artist intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas; a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth both on an......Read the rest...

...Don't Be A Nazi Flee the yoke of woke and unlearn the hate inside and be a human reaching out with love to share; Tell the universe, “I care!” *** ......Read the rest...

... This is what it feels like to be king for a day The coronation would be bullet hailed as an assassination holiday Giving a princely speech for unity and peace Would bring out the ......Read the rest...