Long Ichabod Poems

Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween
It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance
Their air of mystery and mystic is all around
The zombies or the Undead cannot speak
but,their presence seems to be...

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Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts 
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts 
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes...

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Morality and self-fulfillment
attainable without belief in God
similarly yours truly
would figuratively crane
his credulity to ascertain Ichabod
mentioned in first Book of Samuel
as purported son of Phinehas,

I reject entire Biblical text,
and prefer to remain sacrilegious
eschewing faith no more,
(cuz...

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Many Churches Have Compromised The Gospel Of Jesus Christ!

There’s many churches all across this nation.
That have “dug in” to a compromising situation.

Prayer time is often traded for a “social event.”
A lot of their time for...

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I want to make a comment to anyone who might read this poem. It caused a huge sensation when I first published it on FaceBook. I started receiving hundreds of friend requests daily. It honestly...

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A vast multitude adorn in dregs purloining, 
Fashionable filth clocked with piety, 
Showmanship on sacred alters, 
Multitude of compromised public orators. 
Fair formalities of professors void of sincerity, 
A subtle subversion of ancient landmark. 
As...

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ICHABOD

The family is the heartbeat of God
The masterpiece of God’s creation
A mystery of two becoming one,
Yet one turned to thousands,
And thousands into generations.
The family, a unit so strong…
 built a tower so tall it knocked,
At...

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“Church” Isn’t the Answer!  JESUS IS!

Many in church don’t know the sad shape we’re in!
There’s so many who are filled with a lot of sin!

A lot of pastors don’t preach as they ought to.
Preaching...

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Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,

regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first

two thousand, and nineteen
divination...

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Dad, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod's not right;
    Seems to me they’ve not a clue.
For starters, they tried to sail at night,
    Though wood shoes float, that much is true.
And...

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The Haunted House

We all think that old houses are haunted with spooky ghosts
That will jump out and scare us, but are there really ghosts
Or just our vivid fantasies of apparitions and spectres.
In books we read...

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“The Glory Has Departed...” 


Before the next church service 
you attend gets started... 
Perhaps on the door should read; 
“God's glory has departed.” 

Many come on Sunday morning 
and don't even know. 
That's God's glory...

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“The Glory Has Departed...” 


Before the next church service 
you attend gets started. 
Perhaps on the door should read; 
“God's glory has departed.” 


Many come on Sunday morning 
and don't even know. 
That's God's glory...

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The October night was dark and cold,
As the autumn sun was going down,
When I recalled the legends I had been told,
About this sleepy, little town.

There were tales about the haunted woods,
They say the wind seems...

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One Halloween night when I was five,
rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside.

Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle,
told us the tale of a famous vandal.

One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow,
‘twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow.

Crane...

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One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside

Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal

One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow
‘Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow

Crane...

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Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.

Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.

Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else...

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The things of which we cannot speak
Make us become we cannot say
The thing brought back from yesterday
That praised the strong and crushed the weak

That thing whose name we cannot name
That fathers fought to keep at...

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Skeletal garden stalks rattle, shivering,
long leaved arms rustle in the wind,
bony fingers snap in rhythm 
to October’s haunting song;
they gather as shadowy hillside wraiths,
spectral companions for Ichabod Crane.

Summer shudders,
scattering abundant harvest corn,
thick as hoar frost,...

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crooked fingered me in my 
ichabod crane slippers, 
peering out the front porch.
watching a pair of hollow wind 
chimes rattle. 

 the wintery touch of window panes
 offer little but the frail figures of the
...

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God,s written word the bible
The Christian once believed
But today as I look at the modern church
I see it is deceived.

Many churches today have left the cross
Their faith is no longer there
For Satan has fed the...

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Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain
Of someone most deserving
Of Sunnyside, his proud domain.
His name? Washington Irving.

He also wrote a tale of note
About one Rip Van Winkle
Who found a sleeping antidote
To shoo away each wrinkle.

His home,...

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The estate of Ambrose Rose is released from probate.
To receive their inheritance, the stooges can't wait.
Ichabod Slipp is the executor holding the money.
What this crook is doing to the stooges isn't funny.
Each one gets a...

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Teachers can't afford to live there
    So parents of student are offering space
  We've seen this scenario before
    Hearken back to Colonial days*

  But back then there...

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