School Gospel Poems

As our Lord was resurrected 
He left behind symbols of the torture to which He was subjected 
To remind us of his sacrifice 
With the...

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The trumpet player is Wayne,
his passion for music drives him insane;
next door lives lonely Cassandra...
no, she isn't favorited by Charma!

Her days are spent in prayer...
oh,...

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My heart wants to commit.
  Oh such despair!
   But who will repair!!
    I desperately cling on to hope
 ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Church bells ringing in the morning sky. It’s time to go to church where you shouldn’t lie. The preacher preaches with love and dignity. The...

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The Restaurant 
(55+ )

Crows eyes and acorn feet, 
What will I look like, 
When I get old?
When will that be?

Kindergarten ABC’s, 
Elementary 123’s, 
High (School)...

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Jesus is right: Life entails a balancing act
(He is never wrong, by the way) : -
"Be in this world, but NOT of it. Don't react."
(How?...

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Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative...

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When I was in my Michigan high school
I found something both promising
and sacred,
portentous with rural, yet also urbane, PositivEnergy,
in and among our graduating classes
of 1970.

Ending...

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Once a week, someone shocks my bruised side
By saying, "I sense the Spirit in you, so awesome,"
And all I can say is, "It must be...

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The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book...

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Self maintained, call me Frank Sinatra I did it my way - 
"Rocking Robin Must Be Love On The Brain"
Words from the wise men. Life...

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Smug little faces
Oily little faces
Sunday best clad
Little children
Listen to the old
Time tested
Tired preacher
Accepting it all
They have trouble
Thou swallowing
Accepting he had
To be nailed for
Their petty little...

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I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy 
occupy BeLoved community futures.

In this sacred...

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I Wish I Could’ve Told You

I wish I could’ve told you, back then before you died,
‘Cos you so badly wanted to know about the reason,
For...

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