Inquisition Poems - Poems about Inquisition

the inquisition question

I don't care how god feels and I believe the feeling is mutual.

Consecration, the Sun Bleeds over Seville

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

British Inquisition

Irish Equines and Scottish Rubbish
Admiration's and Despondent
                       days
as sail will say of sewing's
                    

The Spanish Inquisition

As most days go this seems pretty good
Doesn't take much to affect my mood
Just a simple greeting like “Have a good day”
As I show up at the office in the nude

The reaction of coworkers sure tickles my fancy
With my dangly bits dancing around
They try not to stare but it's kind of impossible
As my studly maleness

Inquisition Ills

the remoteness of our lives
leaves us vulnerable to beleaguered
domestico-socio lies from out past.
free spirit offspring suffer the outrageous
slings and arrows of parental misfortunes.
our love questioned existence rehearsed
weighs them down from once of constant 
smiles, to frightened, forlorn, frivolous frowns.
we bathe them in our born-again baggage,
murdering their true inter-be spirit to
frenzied, postmortem parental put downs.
will we

Inquisition

leave my skin on sight
leave my limbs in their sockets
I believe in your god
life is a tendered spirit
Religion? the Devil's work.

The Inquisition

The spirit of inquisition lives
It suspicions and fears; it never gives
Peace, love and joy are estranged
All those around are deranged.

In the blood, mind and hearts
With each generation it starts
Over and over in mankind
Until in Jesus the Savior they find.

The New Birth miracle He brings
The D.N.A. and mindsets of kings
He, the Creator can recreate
Hope and faith

Garden Inquisition

Nobody expects
A garden inquisition
Off with their heads


John G. Lawless
6/4/2020

Inquisition

Seven hundred years ago,
do you recall what happened?
Are you aware,
do you know?
Well, it's happening again today,
so I suggest you find out
I urge you to find out right away
Wait, what's that you say,
you want to hear it from moi?
Mmm ... I don't know about that,
I'm not sure your ears can handle it
Understand this: I'm a truth-teller
I

The Spanish Inquisition

As most days go, this seems pretty good
Doesn't take much to affect my mood
Just a simple greeting like “Have a good day”
As I show up at the office in the nude

The reaction of coworkers sure tickles my fancy
With my dangly bits dancing around
They try not to stare but it's kind of impossible
As my studly maleness

Inquisition Poetry 101

I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practice of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u. c. k. e. d.
favor dance for me whenever my I/ego envy enter 
exists your contra content littered with
manic moronic mentaloronic

Before the Inquisition

Revoke me as the prisoner of your heart
I have paced finitude
From wall to wall, and cannot find
The empty space 
Through which electrons crawl
To post the graffitti of their freedom.
I want no parole
Exonerate me from the conviction
Of your desire
It is my gender for which I am accused
A stereotypical blame
Beside the innocense of my name.

In silence I

Inquisition

Inquisition
The fire of inquisition burned deep in many a soul
millions burned at the stake or drowned in a lake
So much chaos, so much disorder
 worldwide crusades against any who wouldn’t be sheep
No boundaries set, women and children were not safe
So much turmoil, so much anarchy
The actions they committed marked Christians forever
So much muddle, so much

Inquisition

A.W. NUTTER

A combination of sweat and urine
An unbearable stench in this cell
Odors causing my stomach to churn
Unable to eat, my final meal in hell

Nourishment was the least of my worries
Inquisitor’s whip, had cut me to the bone
Condemning me, as Gods worse adversary
Sitting in the dark, shivering and alone

Accused of consorting with the Devil
Being born in

I'Ll Search For My Inquisition, While You Wash Your Hands In Lies

They all look so normal
They all look so real
You think they will help you
But they just lie, cheat, and steal
Sure there're some true ones
Sure there're some exceptions
But to truly get by
You'll have to throw out rejections
They'll drag you into their world
They'll drown you with lies
And then you'll never recover
Until the good side of you dies
You'll

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