Long Crusades Poems
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Oh,scare the little children
frighten them with blood
titillate their new born needs
warn them of the flood.
Steal their nascent power
chart the Churches course.
Bind them with the force of sin
give each one a cross.
Stall their power to learn
insight from actions
by claiming all for the Church
faith's a transaction.
Bribe the little children first
with milk and honey
damn the warts the rough cohorts
the un-symmetric few.
Oh,scare the little children
sacrifice in fire
Burn the heathen hordes now
their bodies on a pyre.
Write for them a fairy tale
a holy book of two
gather all their ego dreams
turn for them the screw.
OH scare the little children
the large ones and the small
if He keeps them from their power
why he can have it all.
*The Crusades
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*The Medival and Spanish Inquisition lasted of 500 years, caused about 6,000 deaths. These atrocities are completely inexcusable. The Inquisition tortures and death were inexcusable. I echo the voice of John Paul II "Forgive us Lord, Never Again"
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
The Noble Prize-winning American Physicist Steven Weinberg said,
“Religion is an insult to human dignity. With or without it, you’d have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, it takes religion.”
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate Religion from the
dictionary of humankind—
Man’s most stupendous and
the gravest faux pas!
And, you’ll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood.
Then there won’t be any infidels,
No gentiles, No heathens,
No pagans, No Idol worshipers.
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures
No words of God
No places of pilgrimage
No holy sites, no holy icons,
There won’t be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you
No one to lure you
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation...
And what the hell,
There won’t be any hell!
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Take me back to a more romantic time
Of kings and castles and love sublime
When chivalry was in the air
Let me kiss the hand of my lady fair
I'll walk the land in days of yore
When tales were told by a troubadour
I will go where the ale and wine are poured
I will serve my queen with fire and sword
I could scale the castle walls in the dark of night
To see the woman I love, what a beautiful sight
We could steal away from the castle and then
Join forces with Robin and his merry men
A life full of daring, knowing not fear
Dining in the presence of Queen Guinivere
Each morning launches new escapades
Mounting my horse to join the Crusades
Oh please take me back if only in a dream
Where honor and courage were held in esteem
Where wizards cast spells and dragons breathe fire
To become a knight was a young man's desire
Oh let me be brave in times of duress
And save that damsel in distress
Let me bend to one knee before we part
Gaze into her eyes and win her heart.
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
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Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be
It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain
Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad
Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways
by Daniel Turner
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Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.
A pastor's mural paints pure from trespass,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Prismatic design grounds tell-tale stained glass
and forest steeples are Redwood's crusades.
Kids taking the plunge, multihued cascades,
succumb to trampling and crushing horseplay.
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades,
the bejeweled waits: Sunday's white bouquet.
Awe striking vista blessing amble eyes,
bounteous nostalgia praising persuades.
Peace thine harmonious artwork baptize,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
You may not like it,
you may not agree
But religions’ the problem,
the real enemy
A blind ideology,
that kills to maintain
A false image of God,
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades,
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions,
the death they imply
The future will judge,
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak,
humanity failed
As ISIS and Hamas
kill the innocent child
The real God enrages,
his judgment on file
So spew out your dogma,
and dig in your heels
As millions will die,
for what you think you feel
The universe watches,
eternity waits
For this plague to be over,
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Akmed and Saleem where regulars in the neighborhood
Full of smiles and Arabic charm
Now they seem to all have but gone
Seems the young ones like to preach and fight
Nothing at all seems to work out right
Well the summer was hazy, the sun so hot
Gardens blooming, butterfly’s with champagne wings
Sunflowers making their journey on high
Kissing the sun, as the baker’s bread made us sigh
Then one morning the evil returned
Akmed and Saleem would make us dread
The beheaded slaughter, the bloody thirsty lust
These terrorists would not stop, no matter the fuss
The carnage was bloody, leg and limb lie all over
This battle was lost, before the morning was over
They destroyed all that was left in their tornado’s path
No mercy or begging would make them see the math
Tears flowed from my eyes
Sunflowers sliced and murdered
Beheaded in wars’ lustful pain
Those damn ISIS ones must bow in shame
It’s autumn
The crusades’ are over
We lost this bloody war
Those fanatic squirrels surely will be back for more!
Oh, glorious stained glass angel
beautiful and giving, selfless and sound
with piercing staff and kaleidoscopic shield
lead your army of Christian soldiers through the crusades
how rough they are, not fully understanding
yet ready to follow you to hell or wherever
We see you as our backlit angel, a sort of goddess
Your willingness to be on the front lines always impresses us
Winged historians hover near to record your feats
We are in awe of your strength and stealth
The enemy cowers, terrified and intimidated
By your beauty, determination and faith.
The enemy falls.
Another battle won.
Thanks to you, oh glorious stained glass angel!