Jesus Prison Poems

Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While...

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The Pace of Peace
Br-a-a-a-a-a-ang! Goes my morning clock!
And from my bed, I flew.

Off goes the sheets and into the shower...
brush my teeth, and eat...
I better...

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yes put in prison 
bad really bad 
not  unprovoked 
coup ten four 
nearly half score
different tongues 
east west religion allegiance
outside 
virgin merrika break promise...

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A jailer has never two similar days
never knowing what will be next
I should know for that's what I do
way back in the days of no...

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She is anxious
Like the rushing wind
She bleeds worry
Because she fears within
She is insecure, an exposed doubt
Vulnerable to rejection, to the 
Unlocked shame, regret
So dark it...

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Strong

You are my rock, 
the stone I stand upon. 
I married you, 
because you knew the Lord, 
and felt that we, 
were made to be
together....

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The Underworld 

There is a path
that leads to the bridge. 
Well, not exactly. 
It leads under it. 
Why would anyone want to go that way?...

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Yesterdays Child

Born on a Tuesday, 
or maybe it was a Wednesday... 
it really does not matter anymore. 
The sun is white-hot, 
and the dew is...

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The widow still in her twenties and tender 
Can an account of her glamour render:
Jesus Christ, just her temporary darling 
She, sure to later catch...

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Joseph so refused to sin
He ended up in jail 
Jesus too refused to sin
And He never did fail

His God kept kept Him so safe
While He...

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Here We Shall Remain
by Tawfiq Zayyad
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Like twenty impossibilities
in Lydda, Ramla and Galilee ...
here we shall remain.

Like brick walls braced against...

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Caresses my soul the way only a lover knows
To touch, embracing with a furious feeling of
Dread and intimidation, wisdom and inspiration
Thoughts flowing with rich scarlet...

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(This is a poem dedicated to the collective group of Jehovah's Witnesses who have been imprisoned simply for their faithful beliefs and their obedience to...

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Cleansings
by Michael R. Burch

Walk here among the walking specters. Learn
inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave
to bone this tightly if their hearts believe
that God is good,...

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The Dark

If I were a color, I think I would be pink. 
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat. 
Perhaps not…
If I...

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