Corpus Poems - Poems about Corpus

The Corpus Christi Carol anonymous Middle English poem translation by Michael R. Burch He bore him up, he bore him down, He bore him into an orchard brown. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. In that orchard there stood a hall Hanged all over with purple and pall. Lully, lullay, lully, lullay! The falcon has borne my mate away. And in...

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In the corpus of life's journey Corpse consoling the dead With him Walking on threads Not knowing when his are chopped In each existence sway After the nights and the days All lines will blur and meld In silence Fading into eternal oblivion...

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Survey the hands that do the tiresome deeds, the feet that clear the weeds on paths of sin, the ears that listen, writing down the needs the loving hearts that pray for souls to win. Disciples offer worthwhile help for free with gentle words when fellows disagree. No censure made for lives from guilt reborn but pure encouragement in lieu of scorn. From...

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Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus Legerdemaine, a shift in focus Hoc est corpus, from the Mass Hocus pocus, parody crass Transubstantiation phrase Ridicule, to baser plays Papists, Protestants at odds Declaring doctrines with regards To our Lord’s communinion meal Causing strife, divisions real Luther replaced trans with con Zwingli’s bread, alone anon Calvin said we participate, Joined to Christ when we partake Hocus Pocus, thus a slur “Magical”, what...

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No word “yes” and “no” Never revealed just a fiddlesticks Never clear and shouted “hang on a mo!” Emphasize public should demand to jurist For seeking one by one lines To avoid mourning forever Clause by clause just a black nicks Blunt down and pointed upwards Vide! Marginal are always oppressed...

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A powerful Super Tornado Slammed down in my home town of Corpus Christi, Texas Several Summers back, or So Swirled and Slashed through town like Satan himself was Spewin’ and Slingin’ Sweet Texas farm Sod at anything Standing. The Silver Sand of South Padre Island Sparkled in the Sky while it stripped paint to...

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HABEAS CORPUS My daughter writes Where are you Dad? When'll you come ? Who builds walls between us ? Even if you come , how will I Recognisze you ? Blood simmers- I was safe in mamma's belly The day you stepped down With accompaniments Mamma lost her sense Today, my ninth birthday No cakes , candles and guests Where are you ? Parents meeting in school I stood alone...

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Observe the ones who bear Christ's name, see corpus Christi without shame. They're His, aflame and all forgiv'n; the church at work and Spirit driv'n. Survey the hands that do good deeds the feet that stamp out weeds of sin, the ears that hearken to the needs and loving hearts that pray to win. Bags of clean clothes or groceries and toys for kids...

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