Long Saint peter Poems

I Know The Truth
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I know the truth?abandon lesser truths!
There's no need for anyone living to struggle!
See? Evening falls, night quickly descends!
So why the useless disputes?generals, poets, lovers?

The wind...

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It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable...

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In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the middle zones
Are the seat for a well much wide and...

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Simon wizard, you poor under his sway
That all things of God, which then of good will
Must be always brides, and you birds of prey

For gold and silver adulterate still,
Now it's time that the trumpet sounds...

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I must say Peter, I've had the most extraordinary day. It all started when I woke up this morning. I was brushing my teeth with this new toothpaste Pepsibrite and literally after just a few...

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Ech day me cometh tydinges thre
"Each Day Three Tidings Come to Me"
(anonymous Middle English poem, circa the 13th century AD)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Each day I’m plagued by three doles,
These gargantuan weights on my...

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Today I took a tour with Saint Peter to see what I could see.                     ...

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>Back to God, as time passed I'm sure you know.
The rock was named Earth, just so.
Money evolved everywhere.
Fighting killing, God did despair.
Some people still turned to God.
But he left us to onwards trod.
Okay, he is...

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yes, this daft punk pink animal from farm ville will newt axe
any thank u mooch positive word does not rick choir whet backs
now i hold out virtual fig leaf tub buffer 
   end...

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The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 
   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 
   acrid odor rankled olfaction tract
entire sinus cavity, yet...

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Does God know the sorrows of man?

Does Faith relieve the burdens of sin?

She was worn out as she was worn in
Her spirit had no use for her body
Her eyes saw the face of death lurking
The...

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AN ANGEL MY ANGLE

How mysteriously and perfectly awesome it would be,
If I found what I wanted, but had to climb the highest tree
Like Jack and the Bean stalk, right into the heavenly clouds
And far beyond,...

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[To the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky (loosely)]
                         ...

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When I saw the Grim Reaper
pull out his peeper and pee on the patio,
I yelled, "Hey Jack!
Can't you use the facilities out back?
That's what normal people do, you know.

I always said I wasn't afraid of...

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It was dark in the forest where You knelt and You prayed.
The apostles were close and they slept where they laid.
You prayed to the Father to take what was in Your cup.
Judas was coming, it...

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Feel not sorrow on my behalf
As I slip into the past
For my greatest accomplishment
Is a legacy that will last

I've dedicated the bulk of my life
To the service of my neighbor
But I've been rewarded time and...

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Apologies, that title line
Is not intended to cause harm.
Exactly what Saint Peter saw,
This, heaven's vision, was no charm.

A sheet descending from the sky,
By its four corners, lifted high,
And slowly, then did it descend.
It was laid...

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I really wanted, a refreshing day
Thinking to myself, what was the best way
First some cold water, I splashed on my face
Evidence of sleep, vanished without a trace
I felt my pores shrink, my eyes came awake
Brrr...

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One Month Into Winter 2019 Elapsed Here...

Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal snowfall
yet...the Furies of old man winter
huffs and puffs...with gall
unable make headway

against invisible firewall
shielding this area 
of the keystone state haul
in tandem with the...

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Three lying deacons 
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor 
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel, 
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked 
and intentionally 
unused.

Four wide-eyed boys...

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seminal squirt didst sanctify 
   an anonymous boulder 
when mercury dipped below 
   hashtag mark registering colder

than usual temperatures circa 
   winter of year 2000 in proximity 
 ...

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(By ancient Christian tradition, there is a
point on the Appian Way where Saint Peter,
escaping from a Roman prison, met Jesus
- and realised that he had to return and 
face martyrdom.)

These summer evenings were the best!...

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You know those jokes
Told by some folks,
With Saint Peter at the gate?
He won’t have to ask, nor even wait

“Hi! I’m Bob and I’m a Christian!
How are you? What’s up, mister?”
Peter smiles. “Simply marvelous, dear.
Blessed beyond...

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He was whisked away on a gurney - to begin his eternal journey,
To meet Saint Peter at the Golden Gate - to learn of his ultimate fate;
To strum with angels on the lyre - or...

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Genghis is my little me me dog
for attention he is a little hog
Wanting to be first through the door
he knocks down Kublai to the floor
Always growling and yapping to get his way
even steals Kublai's toys...

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