I'm at ease in nature
its informality- ignoring stains of unknown origin
in the crease of my blue jeans
Church is rigid like a crucifix,
everything in its proper place
Nature makes the sweetest grape
church turns it into the spirit of sacrifice.
Nature is honest -carefree without need to lie
church has many closets without exits or alibis
My imperfections are just blemish on the pristine.
In nature I'm good enough-good enough to eat
Church will serve up your flesh in a collection plate
sauté your pocketbook and soul week after week
I'm at ease in nature
in my stained blue jeans
sitting on the mossy face of decay.
Beneath an emerald umbrella
face to face with a Paw- Paw tree.
The clapboards of the church pews
are as loud Praise print on a hymnal
collection plate showerless blessing
bell rope dangle art on a dusty floor
prayers of silence hallow the rafters
sunset gifts bits of stained glass life
What treasures will be in the plate
Meant to provide for the good
Monies from thither and yon
Doing only what saints could
Why does the surplus never touch
The hurt that all good has done
Heavier and heavier grows the weight
That forgiveness and mercy can not outrun
Decades of healing attest to grace
Boundaries line the field of the mind
The gate is open to whosoever will
But TRUTH is far from doing fine
I wished to GOD, words were straight
Communicating LOVE between hearts
But fear has gnarled the lines
Making it impossible to find where to start
The clogged lines of others
Is pushing back on my continual flow
The plate goes around, once again
And everyone knows...TRUTH has nothing to show
but the shame of being ignored
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2023
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Whilst singing praises to the Lord
Collection plate passed and he scored
Enough for a brew
With a coin or two
Whatever the Lord could afford
Oh say can you see the land of the freebie
and the home of the ungrateful bleating
where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps
to the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved..
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks
where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people
who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner.. disgraced-
The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon
were last seen thumbing it down route 666 in a flash flood
as the cultists put another bullet in honest Abe's head
while looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred
working class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem
upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bull horn goons...
in the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead-
Trump went to church to prey today
The Collection Plate passed his way
Quick as an elf
He helped himself
"Only a fool gives cash away!"
So many people sit and grouse
Our POTUS is a lowlife louse
Let Trump emote!
Get out and vote!
"Trump goes potty at The White House!"
Chi town
death town
three years old
shot in the head
town
sick town
businesses burning down town
white flight town
chi-town-ghost town
another 14 dead over the weekend
town
the whole fn city can't breath
chi-town death clowns
juggling tombstones
town
riot town
tonight-another bloody night
town
A small Baptist church
sits in the middle of chi town
"the well of hope": it whispers in small black letters
night time-gang graffiti overtakes faith
pisses in the collection plate-
In the morning the pastor searches
the broom closet for a paintbrush
and only finds a laughing witch-
there's no answers to questions
the people no longer ask.
On Sundays, the preachers will preach
And Sunday School Teachers will teach
If that does not grate
The Collection Plate
Will tempt everyone to the beach!
Stained glass Christ
a half @ssed confession or two
collection plate duets
death rattles in the pew.
Misery in the pew
virgins sucking on their vice
gossip spreads the news
over stained glass mice.
The cutters on the slice
blood soaked plastic Christ
sipping whisky over dirty lies
rolling a pair of blank faced dice.
Chained to the dark side of the room
with jesters and the loons
collection plate duets
with a stained-glass rapist
crouching down in darkened pew.
Sly pastor, his wife had a bust,
One charging the pews with much lust;
Collection plate filled,
With cash overspilled,
Once pastor ruled, pass it, she must.
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
How can I poet slam them politrician liars,
let me count the ghetto ways
In the calendar of infinity,
there are how many days?
Forever and a clean smile,
I love doing this dirty job
Putting snake eyes down for the count
gives me spiritual rise ...
make me wanna eagle mount
Politricians ain’t gonna tell you the truth —
why should they,
they get paid by the filthy lucre dime
Farted out serpentine suits and blood splat boots,
cheap designer lies is a moral fashionista crime
Strip away the fancy honorifics,
empty titles that don’t carry no righteous weight
Politricians ain’t nothing but two-faced whores
looking for another voter sin paid date,
to put a five finger pinch on the tax collection plate
How can I poet slam dim politrician liars,
let me count the True Light wattage ways
In the cosmic year of supernova,
the Second Coming is the end of the last demonic days
Down for the count,
the wicked forever unable to rise
Dropped by a straight right cross TKO,
defeated by a crucifixion surprise
Another dream
My strength seeps from the cracks,
crevices ripped in a single slip
Reaching for hope again
I left my chest wide open
Streams of worth
flow like lying children
stealing quarters from the collection plate
at Sunday school - knowing it is a sin
More of the same, though different
beneath stained glass shadows
with leaking pens pointing
to the exit vestibule below
Staining my crisp white shirt,
collecting in the wrinkles
of this button down nightmare,
pooling at my motionless feet
Exhaustion cradles and I can’t move,
losing a step at each turn
Internal screaming becomes deafening
as the pain sings harmony off key
I see my face in the stainless steel
but can not reach my wrists
It falls, mingling with debris,
scattered amidst this love I’ve lost
I am weak, I know weak,
I have taken this test before
Lessons on blackboards never sink in,
report cards inked in letters far down the scale
There is no more running, only hiding from myself
Sleeping in the darkness of my fears knowing
they will only bring another dream,
that I will once again follow
Met With Deep Regret
Remember when Trump and I first met;
After I did it had been with deep regret;
Dam badly broken;
Coal miners choking;
And only much worse would things get.
All of this confirms my opinion. Democrats
wanted Trump to be elected. They knew
Trump would screw things up including
a poor foreign diplomacy and ruining of
an Only America attitude. No one wants
him at their church which is why he has
not selected one. They don't want tainted
money in their collection plate. Also, the
new health care bill will pass. It will worsen
health coverage and eliminate many from
having it. Local constituents will be made
and not vote for the incumbent Republicans.
Jim Horn
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Closet Christian
On a decision, for a while we had waited
When should our pretty church be painted?
So more of God will surely start to reveal
And of course for sure increase eye appeal.
Once finished would begin to brag and boast
Church is full of Father, Son and Holy Ghost
And once in seats, we will all want to share
Sermon by Priest that was beyond compare.
A thing we have heard that is of the latest
Is that to us God is truly always the greatest
At continually coming up with some creation
Of a Christian who requires further explanation.
So what you will have to do in a big hurry
Is buy copy of Crazy Christian by Bishop Currie
And any worry or doubt won't have again
When you opened up door and let God come in.
Episcopalians are part of both proud and profane
Each time when another priest they do ordain
Into collection plate more money they deposit
Even if a Christian who likes living in a closet.
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