Lent Poems

From My Darn Music

From the poems point of veiw
in each and every aspect
it's the writers obligation
to create and ochastrate
to provide indepth and create 
interestit's ones aspect.
like a song with great dtail
and hreat sounds
and lyrics
the right performer
the right song
and situation
details the whole perspective
it was a fiction that  united us
with a lack of details that divided
our interest
it's as sutle

THE FBI LENT FILTER IN MY HUSBANDS SHORTS NASTY

EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS

Sunday in Purple Silence

The earth feels different on these Sundays
Softened by footsteps seeking mercy
By whispered prayers that rise unseen
Curling like incense towards the sky
Clothed in the days of reflection
Stripping my soul of what was worn
And barefoot I walk where silence calls
Here in this violet-cloaked season
Where time feels hushed and holy
Peeling away the weight of the days
Sacrifice 
Letting go,

Lent

Lent

Lent can be a time to give up:
chocolate
alcohol
cell phones
television
computers
cursing
smoking

While they are all good 

What if we did:
pray more
serve at a homeless shelter
spend more time with family
go to church
read the Bible
call a sick friend
help a single mother

Lent is more than giving up something.
It is about loving and serving God
and loving and serving others
as Jesus did for

William Herebert translations

“What is he, this lordling, that cometh from the fight?”
by William Herebert, 14th century
translation by Michael R. Burch

Who is he, this lordling, who staggers from the fight,
with blood-red garb so grisly arrayed,
once appareled in lineaments white?
Once so seemly in sight?
Once so valiant a knight?

“It is I, it is I, who alone speaks right,
a champion to

Farewell Advent! by James Ryman translation

Farewell Advent!
by James Ryman
translation by Michael R. Burch

Farewell, Advent; Christmas has come;
Farewell from us, both all and some.

With patience thou hast us fed
Yet made us go hungry to bed;
For lack of meat, we were nigh dead;
Farewell from us, both all and some.

When you came, hasty, to our house,
We ate no puddings, no, nor souce,
But stinking

The Crucifixion

At Golgotha, His arms stretched wide,
Our loving Lord was crucified.
No greater love to give a friend
Than a life’s end.

That morning, it was nine AM
When they took nails and pierced His skin.
And on the cross they hung Him high
So He would die.

The people watched as they stood by,
The ones who cried out, “Crucify!”
They jeered and sneered

Maundy Thursday

Ending
Of lentern endeAvour
Cross Shaped suffering
The resurrected breath of ChrisT
So Everyone is saved by the 
Returning

The Things I'll Give Up for Lent

This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.

~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.

I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.

Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot

Lent

Lent is teaching me to re-order my loves. 
In the stillness of morning, with the early birdsong, I realise that in the absence of that which I gravitate to, the absence of the thing that brings physical comfort, there is a deeper desire, a deeper love that wants to surface in my attentions. Beyond the

Fat Tuesday

Girls Gone Wild
Careful, you may just have a child 
Drugs and alcohol plague the alleyway 
Stay away as there is a price to pay
Is the meaning of Mardi Gras to go buck wild
Let’s look and see if it’s been defiled 

It started as a custom of using all the fats in the house
I wonder if

This We Shall Sacrifice

A day of prayer and fasting 
To show the Lord our love is everlasting
We promise to sacrifice a luxury or a pleasure during Lent 
It is forty days well spent 
We will not partake in what we sacrifice until Eastertide 
Hold on, we are in for a ride 
From burning palm branches from the previous

At Lent

You are sent
Your universal love
Our Father made us present of
Inside his inner chamber
You led us there to remember
Opened the door
We knocked you sent more
A rise of energy
Flows out within me
Our presence is real
People do feel
Created our steps
For our energies were met
Frequency returned
For the love we have given and earned
Thank you my Eminency
For embracing our hearts

Priest's Palette

Priest’s Palette
 
Looking in the mirror over the sun visor of our nine passenger 1959 Ford station wagon, which we really need with six children, Dad says he does not care for Ash Wednesday.  

His after-church reflection shows the black ashen cross on his forehead, not that different from each of ours, though more

Flat You Lent

A woman who could touch her toes
Always knew which way the wind blows
For when she bent over
A great Dane named Rover
Proved farting is best wearing clothes

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