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 like a gull's beak, his cry screeched from decades of dust. “My ghost is in your body Beloved, no one sees our earth, the sunset and the...

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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 you calmly Angels to record Catechism lessons heard Lest schisms bombard Never a dull day Clouds of 'tainment, purrtaining To Biblical plagues Don't lean in hard wind Christ will return as Lion We will also be kin Talking fish plaque says Cats'trophy?, plus...

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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 prophesy, when prophecy goes unheard? Can devils mislead, though they already know the truth? Can angels fall from heaven, if their pride forgets all ruth? Can God save the contrite, if...

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. for public domain What words to give a little child, that God is everywhere, then let him ponder by himself its meaning, all alone in peace. In terms a child understands - "In my shoes and in my hair, in every breath I draw and give, in everything that lives." "Everything I see and hear, full of endless...

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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 like a gulls beak his cry screeched from decades of dust. “My ghost is in your body Beloved, no one sees our earth; the sunset and the...

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Euphism of a Catechism saw catechism which was a euphemism and seen through prism Jim Horn...

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Ashes to dust If you must You will only end up in a bust You see you proclaimed yourself as a King In a place where they did not want to hear such a thing Defending from armies they did have And you were perceived as being bad Parading through the town With under a week before...

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Colors of Prism in My Catechism Was like something else and a euphemism; That I could read about in my catechism, Not knowing, Or going, And had appeared like colors in a prism. Jim Horn...

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Catechism About Catholic Math Was reading catechism about Catholic math; Used Holy Water when you will take a bath; Made mistake; Breath did take; Must wash off sins caused by all the wreath. Can you imagine a pervert administering communion serving bread and wine. Jim Horn Do have a luxiorious labor day....

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Reading My Catechism Remember reading my catacism, And problems regarding rascism; Am apprehensive, And also sensative; Definately is causing cynacism. Jim Horn God bless Martin Luther King. Was his name originally Michael?...

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Wills with broken wings Manufactured poverty Statistical facts of truth Strategic lies of promises All are carried by the Owl On its back to the masses...

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so easy to speak of suffering and love so instead we'll speak of the one body many minds problem it is the wisdom of pain vs. the wisdom of pleasure vs. the wisdom of extinction the greater the risk the greater the risk I flunked out of school school so my dice are perpetually on the fly presently writing the final flaming chapter you will...

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