The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
Categories:
friars, christian, history, horror, islamic,
Form: Rhyme
Written: January 10, 2025
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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.
Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the edges excruciatingly,
Intergalactic highways scream,
echoing in their lavish friars.
Gandersalps gleam in the grim groggy gloom
graceful gliding gallant swarupincrafts majestically soar
whoop, wail, wassail wondrous rowan wood
cormulent chitchat flickers like flames
Elevate the mundane,
let foolishness dissolve into the ether,
In the charm of nostalgia, we find the replevy abyss,
Paraprosdokian twists lift us higher.
Triskaidekaphobia slumbers wrapped in jest.
Schadenfreude influences us as
katabatic whispers from the abyss fade away
callipygian figures emerge,
bringing moments of unexpected joy.
Vessels overflowing with dreams,
countehsee the orbs and clusters
while Guinevere gazes, sly and wise,
clipshank the past, whitebootz to come
Here as we meander in whimsical unfolding
Categories:
friars, adventure, appreciation, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
screaming fryish in their
lyvish friars
oob noobschbu
your gandersalps! and nighfry
the gallant swurpenchraft
whoop hollar
victories of count oopenweir
and his lustful countehsee
gweniviere
when the jugg headed blastywhines
strode the sacred twimanors aisle
O quarterhorse
O moonshep
the clipshank whitebootz upon us!
on naught in vain do we ever
for old twumpvines ner'
done stomped
Categories:
friars, nonsense,
Form: Vogon Poetry
An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.
Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.
Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.
Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.
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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant
alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...
silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...
Categories:
friars, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Father is how we call Friars and Catholic priests
On earth Jesus Christ is not a priest
He is a Priest forever according to King Melchizedek
People will die
Melchizedek is King of Salem
Melchizedek is a Priest of God
He is a Priest forever
Father Christ wants us to call Him Father Christ
United with Father Christ
The process of going to heaven
Father Christ is giving us a heads up
Father Christ is waiting for us
God wants us to call Jesus Father Christ
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people,
Form: Sonnet
“You are a Priest forever
According to the order of Melchizedek”
Melchizedek is a King of Salem
Priest of God the Father Almighty
“Father” is what we call the Friars and the priest
To give them respect
Father Christ is the 2nd Person of the Blessed Trinity
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
“You are a priest forever
According to the order of Melchizedek”
Father Christ will meet us
When we passed away
We are to call Him, Father Christ
The 2nd person of the Blessed Trinity
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people,
Form: Sonnet
Melchizedek is a King of Salem
Priest of God Almighty
“You are a Priest forever, a High Priest
“Father " is what we call the Friars or the priest
Father Christ nudges me to use Christ after Father
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
The 2nd Person of the Blessed Trinity
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
We all will passed away
Father Christ used me to give the heads up
Heads up that we will meet Father Christ
The 2nd Person of the Eternal God
We will meet Father Christ-the High Priest
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people,
Form: Sonnet
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
All people will grow old
Die
Will meet the High Priest forever, Father Christ
Jesus Christ is Father Christ
Jesus chose Christ after Father
We call “Father” the Friars or Priest as a reverence
After Father, Christ means Messiah, Father Christ
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
When we all passed away
We will meet Father Christ
As Eternal High Priest forever
Father Christ is Jesus Christ
Our Eternal High Priest forever
Categories:
friars, christian, god, jesus, people,
Form: Sonnet
Towns lay in ashes as soldiers marched to the sound of defeat
Clowns mocked surrender and wiped mascara off sooty cheeks
Frowns disguised shrapnel of eyeshadows in languishing tears
Gowns shredded doubts and hope when a bugle blessed the meek
Swords pointed to power conquest when the crowd counted demise
Chords draped around dangled from trees to deter any rebellion
Lord’s message in tatters within realms of madness’ resurrection
Hoards of dismembered dreams applauded proud victor’s medallion
Feasts of slaughter rape pillage and murder seeded on crushed bones
Priests blessed an altar of battle cries to end wars of glorious nations
Beasts fed on human carrion as vultures spread torn sacred flesh
East’s dawning of sunshine smouldered in corpses for fast consecration
Fires reflected in hollow eyes distorted the rise of conscience in prayer
Desires glimmered one final breath on the way to moribund elation
Suppliers of money and weapons cheered cripples and rocketing shares
Friars and liars however were torched as purveyors of deadly salvation
01st February 2020
Categories:
friars, endurance,
Form: Lento
For over 30 years at least once a year
we have gone to Keswick for a holiday
so it's our very favourite place to go
such beauty displaced there every day
This little town of only 5000 population
lies in the English Lake district so wonderful
surrounded by such scenery of deep greenery
lakes and mountains so very beautiful
Keswick filled with walkers during all the year
no matter the weather folks come to climb
in our early years loved to get climbing high
Blencathra, Skiddaw, Catbells set us in our prime
Derwent Water's a wonderful lake
many walk or even run around it
some even have a sail within its waters
also at Friars Crag take a view and sit
Lots of lovely coffee shops in the town
pencil and history museums all to see
lovely parks to stroll being relaxed
the airs so fresh makes one feel so free
(Over our nearly 30 years of marriage, we've gone to Keswick at least once a year often more often but it never loses its magic touch even last week back again to take in all its glory and colourful scenes.)
Categories:
friars, beauty, holiday, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
Who knows who would
'true valiant be'
when you can't see
beyond the end of your nose?
who knows?
It has to be Sunday some day
and today is some day for some
hymns and hers (towels in the bathroom)
down the stairs
toast and preserves in the conservatory
not mandatory
but it's Sunday.
God must be reeling in shock
wondering what he has done
Jesus is getting the backlash
it's always a Sunday for some.
I'm going to queue up for my
holy wine and wafer
it's
safer not to sit upon the fence
and where else can you find this
kind of entertainment
for a pound or even less,
for fifty
pence?
beyond when I pass into
poets corner
where the monks and Friars
sort wheat from the chaff
I shall laugh
I shall rhyme
have a bloody marvellous time
Who knows who
'..would true valiant be..'
Categories:
friars, god, jesus, religion, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Hello and so
How are you
You you you
Cats and pills
All the ills
Of being still
Playing games
Naming names
It's all the same
Shame, shame, shame.
Love and lust
Who can you trust?
Prepare for the just.
Look at the state
Of the union relate
To the god who leaves us
To free will and fate.
Give me verbs and nouns
The soundless sound
Baby bump
Donald Trump
Incubation at January's jump.
Celebration gift
Is all a grift,
For liars and friars and popular kids.
I gain when I Iose
And cry when I win
I'm puddled in booze
And wrapped up in sin.
Categories:
friars, emotions,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.
If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is a fallacious fantasy!
Canst thou even speak to thy kings?
Nay! Thou must speak to underlings!
Not to bishops, but to friars.
Not to knights, but only squires.
Thou art the pawns upon the board,
The playthings of the royal ward,
The cattle that fill their coffers,
Begging the crumbs their king offers.
Thou art the sons of slavery,
And the daughters of apathy.
And those who fought with bravery,
Must yield to thy complacency!
It is better to fight and die,
Than let fear cause thee to comply
With those who wouldst make thee their slave,
‘Til ye rest in thy pauper’s grave.
Categories:
friars, life, political, society,
Form: Rhyme
It is the arts that need no God
to crystallize a paradise--
the painter and the sculptor
are aware that through their wrists,
and underneath their fingers grow
a deity that all men know and feel
as mystic blood will flow
into a spirit effigy
and sign a road of stars.
No God need bless the architect
who fills the sky with sacrament;
the symphonist who writes
the stream of tears and joy
that take the air beneath
maestro's baton. No poet needs
to bow his head before
a marble throne...
and why this blasphemy?
It is the arts that feed the mind
and more than we may understand,
define a life beyond existing;
that alone in their own genesis
beyond a thousand years of scrolls
the noble friars passed along,
still speak as if to shake the earth...
that "It is good" may still decree
the very voice of God.
~
Categories:
friars, art, may,
Form: Free verse
Neither riches or titles can assure happiness and freedom;
one can have treasures of green and gold,
but they can't reverse age when one gets old...
is it worth living in any mansion and dying of boredom?
Neither riches or titles can guarantee a ticket to Heaven;
salvation is not bought but truly earned,
why were saints and friars so dedicated?
Didn't they follow Christ while others indulged in sin?
Neither riches nor titles are accepted or even hallowed
in the kingdom of righteousness, not of social flair;
will God choose a man of faith or a vile man so wretched?
No need to say whom He will accept as His heir.
Neither riches nor titles can promise a prominent place
in a Paradise where all are called to give praise;
sell all your treasures and get rid of your vanity...
become humble, pray as the faithful and seek the needy.
Categories:
friars, happiness, health, life,
Form: Rhyme
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