The Stone Pulpit
Norway has many fjords and dramatic mountains
The water in the fjord is deep blue and clear as
a baby's tears that mirror a part of a mountainside
where a big rock has a flat top, attracting tourists
because it looks like a pulpit
Many visitors enjoy the thrill of sitting on the edge
of the pulpit, and deep down there is the blue sea
For a depressed person, it would be easy to let go
I would have thought the murderous edges would
be fenced to stop such a suicidal attempt
I wrote about the danger, only to be censored by
Facebook, which is monitoring my post
I was also advised to seek help for my fascination
of people whose problem I can only imagine
Categories:
pulpit, 4th grade, absence, abuse,
Form: ABC
Foundation.
In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?
Title.
The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between
(A regal voice whispers)
You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret
My child
Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts
And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's
Jacob Marley
Character
Into and after the crypt
So do more good
Purge yourself.
Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole
Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul
Or the goal could be
You
Stripped and whipped as you become
Just another
Of the Devils legion's
Of unloved conscripts
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Categories:
pulpit, life,
Form: Rhyme
The pulpit of the womb
Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb
It’s not the deception of
a dichotomy of love
Death holds its breath
While a world calls evil good
And life death
The snuffing out of
All the naturally conceived of
The plagiarizing of
God’s creative wisdom
Grieve not the Holy Spirit
As the Spirit hovered Creation’s waters
So He hovers The Church
Seeing to it that The Body is birthed
The path of the pro-death agenda
Leads to a place He will send ya
And yes its ambiguity of my part
To call it a place
The place that is in the pro-death heart
All the hate that is spawned
As it rises on a dead world that’s dawned
The baby killers
Pornographic thrillers
Autonomous willers
Hollywood beguilers
And the common all the while-lers
Know its wrong but suppress the truth
Unrighteousness for couth
Let the Holy Spirit do within
Otherwise, it’s the unforgiveable sin
Categories:
pulpit, birth, corruption, creation, death,
Form: Couplet
spiritual discourses
address lower mind
offering not flavour
of bliss magnetism
that ignites our form
therefore silence
is the best teacher
requiring release of
ownership of thought
thus exhuming ego
awareness animated
poised in the void
entwined with existence
breaks the mirror
invoking Holy Spirit
Categories:
pulpit, silence, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
for separation of church and hate ~ eating your humble piety
Categories:
pulpit, anti bullying, encouraging, religion,
Form: Monoku
climb at all levels
wonderful heavenly view -
step on muffled floor
24.01.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
"Preikestolen"
Stavanger, Norway
about 1,000 ft above the water
Categories:
pulpit, beauty, nature,
Form: Haiku
Bully A Culprit in Pulpit
What we really had to finally admit,
Came up with a culprit in the pulpit;
Money using,
And abusing,
And was a bully who could not quit.
Book is by Doris Kearns Godwin.
Has anyone out there read any of
her books lately?
Jim Horn
Categories:
pulpit, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
a red winged blackbird
barked a sermon
from a cattail pulpit
Categories:
pulpit, bird,
Form: Haiku
The body and the blood
are of those who inched on their bellies
underneath barbed wire
and never lived to be born again.
Motherlands shackled at the feet of their Fathers.
Who mourns at their whitewashed bones?
Bleached by the desert Son,
Marked with unnamed crosses, they scream the names of Holy Ghosts.
In the silence, my thighs part like the Red Sea
my borders unguarded,
she drinks me
like wine at the last supper.
Categories:
pulpit, death, love, racism, religion,
Form: Free verse
Every week being different yet the Power still the same
Of what some people meant and what was their game
But the Lord always prevails for what do fools know
His Love one that never fails and makes a heart glow
Curing, feeding, forgiving and even raising the dead
An amazing life He was living in all those things Said
Crowds with Him everywhere, He could barely rest
But He didn't care in teaching how to pass the test
Upon water He walked, the Winds know His Voice
As He talked many people would come and Rejoice
Many say that He would preach often using a Fable
But really He would teach for He's the only One Able
If only you had the occasion to sit and talk by His Side
He doesn't use persuasion for that was satan who lied
His Word like a Sword cutting the wicked from the vine
My great loving sweet Lord, can't wait for the next line
1 Peter 1:25
But the word of the Lord endureth for ever.
And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.
Categories:
pulpit, blessing, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Beneath the heavens
Cold means are the death of the reverend
Coke fiends run through the church and buy the religion
Through the nose goes the bone marrow of the Son
Out of the nose comes His blood for the sins
And into a pool of money that blood rains, oh what a bath the reverend bathes in
Categories:
pulpit, corruption, religion,
Form: Rhyme
What I would not write is much
On the sullied cloak of the clergies.
My inkwell keeps running dry
Each time my quill feather
Is dangled in their direction.
A warning not to belittle
Or mock the modern day Pharisees
Because surely there are
A few good men in their lot.
Yet you should feel this in the heart.
Because therein lies your eternity
I care less of the
Of the fierce looking bobbies
And dogs guarding their calvacades
And mansions here on earth.
I care less of the fetish manipulation
They have over the hungry pew.
And the load of labels
They hang on their necks
To deceive the credulous flock.
Yet it hurts me deeply
To see the false dogmas
Pouring down from the pulpit these days.
Stranger and farther from the truth
They keep getting nowadays.
And by their fruits ye shall know them.
Categories:
pulpit, christian, religious, care, care,
Form: Free verse
Upon my lastly leave:
I beg of you,
As I stand before the gallows
And these promises of end,
Do not take to heart
The darkness of doubt
That these shadows do cast.
It is a pious act,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The Land Of The Fat.
They'll beseech you,
These countesses of glowing trolls
And their sightliness of mend.
Do not give a start
To the blacking cloud
Of our worship died fast.
It's the curious cat,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The Land Of The Fat.
I promise you,
Upon entering these hollows
That your knees will shake and bend.
But steady your heart
To beats of devout
And find flaw in your past.
It is this godly man,
Holding religion as fact,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The Land Of The Fat.
It is your mother's hand
Holding your own at the stand,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The Land Of The Fat.
Or the magistrates wife,
Tipping the brim of her hat,
Greeting and dwelling,
Biting and swelling,
Shipping then selling,
Into The Land Of The Fat.
Categories:
pulpit, allegory, angst, death,
Form: Free verse