Butter me up
Polish my apple
Reverends praise me
from the chapel
I like 'em flunky
obsequious too
Fawning all over me
credit where due
How long will this last
It's quite hard to tell
So, here's to you bootlickers
~ I'll see you in hell
Categories:
reverends, fantasy, farewell, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Paul and Lydia were ambushed
while paying respect to their son.
Even a place of final rest isn't safe anymore.
The killer was BLACK, the elderly couple were WHITE.
That's why it moved at the speed of light...
to the back of the news breadline.
BLACK on WHITE crime just doesn't sell as well,
as a WHITE knee crushing a BLACK neck does).
Ratings won't pop like it does for a poor BLACK man
being tapped out by a rogue WHITE cop.
With that you get the added ratings boost
once the rioting and looting starts.
After all isn't it a real hoot
watching a city burn and gutted.
Paul and Lidia couldn't breathe either.
Where is the outrage?
Where are the civil rights activist?
Where are those two rabid reverends?
Why do we not ever call BLACK on WHITE crime
a hate crime?
Nobody is taking banners to the streets
for Paul and Lidia.
Nobody is breathing for them.
Somebody must breathe for them.
Toss kindling atop this stack of complacency.
In honor of Paul and Lidia
(since it won't be the media)
it may as well be me... a nobody.
Rest in peace Paul and Lidia Marino,
killed by a Black racist in a veterans cemetery.
Categories:
reverends, america, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
Dazzled by the church this christmas time again,
So many services on TV, reverends saying when,
So many cards imaging the baby, angels, sheep,
Who were supposedly under god’s control, creep.
Pastors reading the bible to me, the sacred nativity,
Invites to carol services in the mail for connectivity,
Memories of protracted christmas eve meetings,
Where the gospel was also preached for musings.
But Father Christmas looms with love and cheer,
For everyone, every race, any nation of any gear;
And your diversity, if you’re a child, is respected,
By that adviser of gift choice, your one’s selected.
Categories:
reverends, christmas, giving, gospel, imagery,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Dirty leprechauns-n-promiscuous shepherds, prestigious statues of golden
leopards, emerald tongues used as weapons, false pride, no philanthropy
accepted, the most precious reddest of rubies selected, my hearts surrounded
by floating fire balls 2 keep it protected, thru the devil’s schemes my blood
streams infected, true wisdom neglected, diverted direction collected, murders
committed off the record, is love 2 be expected or dissected-n-digested, the
value of money supersedes the value of life is what’s being projected, I’m
viewed through the eyes of this world’s perception, money changes lives
through magnificent methods, dirty leprechauns-n-promiscuous shepherds,
statues of golden leopards, emerald tongues used as weapons, I repeat God’s
whispers to my listeners through scriptures, I pray 4 mankind 2 be corrected
and our mind frames and actions 2 be perfected and our souls 2 the highest
levels of Heaven 2 be accepted and 4 the root 2 all evil stop being treasured,
the love of money.
My soul’s being measured
-n-corrected and accepted
In the highest levels of Heaven
Where it ain’t no money just
Imans-n-Reverends
You’re welcome
Categories:
reverends, change, god, judgement, life,
Form: Free verse
Speechs
Thosuands of
citizens
Watching
Reverends, Senators speak
Light coming down from the sun
Light coming from a poet
Only one dawn
and a beautiful
new day for the nation
Begins!
Categories:
reverends, political,
Form: Blank verse
Thank God for Dead Reverends
By Elton Camp
It was when Fred Phelps was lying dead
That the word like this was cruelly said
It was written in bold red on a large sign
And held at his funeral in a picket line
Family looked at the reverend with despair
As he lay so still in his coffin over there
As they mourned, there could be no doubt
From a distance they heard the angry shout
“Others Phelps did judge and condemn
So now we are so happy to be rid of him.”
“He is experiencing the fate of a religious liar
And is now screaming in agony in blazing fire.”
“How could they be so cruel?” his family did say
Forgetting they’d done others the very same way
What will now become of Westboro Baptist Church
Without their leader, they have been left in the lurch
(No, he isn’t really dead.)
Categories:
reverends, religion,
Form: Rhyme