Pontiff Poems - Poems about Pontiff

...Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States st......Read the rest...

...when we looked way out far at what woule be fruit bar someone broke (abjudicated) the jar like a rising star when having growth spurt while I did play in the dirt would be sure to hurt af......Read the rest...

...The pontiff and I Finally, the pope left, I saw him leave in a helicopter, dressed in fetching white, his bishops wore black dresses with red stripes like the Norwegian Gestapo wore during the wa......Read the rest...

...Proffered no reprieve, led was I like cow By clinic’s nurse to slaughterhouse, I thought, The wise me cursing the rebel me now, All mute, betwixt devil-pain-and-doc caught. Take thermal waves......Read the rest...

...I feel like a tumbling kite I don't know where to hid I have neon colours to paint five o clock shadow The Pontiff has paid my full fare Im voyaging down South I need to afford my back for ......Read the rest...

...The term pope derives from the Greek "pappas" (father) Originally This title was applied to bishops Later became common to reserve the title Exclusively to the Bishop of Rome The Supreme Pontif......Read the rest...

...Far from educations superstition In the barren fields they planted their tyranny Where the pagan made a cross of stars In the green lands of their mysticism Yet still by ancient tongue they ha......Read the rest...

...This is a tale of ancient times And a knight of valiant heraldry Who followed true his knightly code, The weight of righteousness his load, All sheathed in heaven's grace he rode, And practiced ......Read the rest...

... “Before The Firing Squad” the firing squad came dressed in faux smiles the intervention cake was spoon fed, like honey, by mother superior to the lesser bee, ......Read the rest...

...Friday night is for rehearsal sac in air, before it breaks— breath out into the soft dew itching palms on our head. Soon the baritones will arrive stuffing music with tonic notes for me to ......Read the rest...

...Nobody listens to God anymore... even the pontiff has an ear of salt and stone. Cherry cheeked cherubs play frisbee with their halos the masses display sin like a cheap brooch as those four horse......Read the rest...

...Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense... Posing As Dystopian Rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, which alarmi......Read the rest...

...America I´m here to bring you What you don´t need Another heartfelt poem Another heartsick plea Worth less than Chewed gum America I’m tapping At your window At 3 am With a bag full of Sou......Read the rest...

...Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan (Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GEN......Read the rest...

...To my rivers of thinking needles in my heart to the haters’ smile goes to the cake love, I cannot stop lamenting to lemonade. My comrades they were sealed in plastics bags to pontiff to the sponge lo......Read the rest...