Short Chapel Poems
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Candles flickered faint
Sistine Chapel he did paint
Though he was no saint
By Robb A. Kopp
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In confessionals of doubt
he chased absolution
The devil unmasked
—his penance forsworn
(Washington Chapel: November, 2021)
Stopped cold in my tracks.
The sistine chapel reflected in a pond.
In my heart a prayer.
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I guess we missed chapel again
But rugby is never a sin!
We pray for the ball
If that don't beat all
We pray our opponents won't win!
Cool breezy chapel,
Summer wedding— pastor’s voice
Climbs into the bride’s
Ears, the groom whispers to God;
A baby cries— rings exchanged.
C-hapel's
A-mazing
S-ignificance
T-ruly
I-nspires
L-etting
L-ocale's
E-vangelism
J-ust
O-perate
S-uccessfully
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
When the wife bent over downtown
It caused all of the nuns to frown
For - to their dismay -
Right there on display
Was alms for the poor upside-down!
On Sundays, Welsh wives go to chapel
Each one of them ready to grappel
Not for an hymn book
Nor Minister's look
They just want a bite of Eve's apple!
Beautiful Linda became a nun,
prayed in the Chapel forgiving John
who swore her faithfulness
with very solemn words...
she did not know that he was a con!
The Sistine Chapel
Thy ceiling reaches to touch eyes
where Michelangelo and God rise.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Crysalline
chai tea in red cup
dunking bag like chapel bell
down and up to lips —
palms commune around the mug
chains of cold release their hold
2/28/2020
One
showing
herself to
precious few,
a moving Marian apparition.
Ah, but for one glimpse of the saintly soul,
A prayerful
long journey
to view
Her.
Michelangelo was an absolute genius
Before the word genius was even dreamed of
The Sistine Chapel
Hard to grapple
Not conceived even with today's greatness
.
candlelight glimmers
faith reflects in each small flame....
chapel on the hill
Valley's hidden jewel so rare.
Green hills, trees of oak and clean air.
Neophytes loved priests who gave care.
Saved the chapel.
Hated soldiers killing most there.
After grapple.
With
sculpture
as his truth-
he made marble
live
in
life-size
human form-
delicate as
lace
Bernini's sculpture in Cornaro Chapel
http://www.boglewood.com/cornaro/xteresa.html
Man and woman, pledging no more to be single
Bride and groom, excited that their lives would mingle.
Husband and wife, in love, with hopes and dreams aglow
We were married at the chapel, thirty years ago.
Like an iconoclast -
who desperately wants to remove
the portrayal of a false god
from the mural -
I want to relegate you;
your image from the chapel of my mind.
Oh, how I wish to do this tonight..!
When left all alone
In charge and
In one place,
Their are only
Three places' that
One can find one's
Self....
That is in the Church
In the Chapel
And in the
Tabernacle of God
GF
Just a brittle bar of marble
slotted into a chapel wall
translucent white on salmon pink
with a phrase to explain. That's all.
The line in silent eloquence defines
where Rome's flood water flowed, so long ago.
There was a young redneck from Chapel Hill
He was good at cooking up quite a meal
While known near and far
For stewed alligator gar
His specialty was chicken fried road kill
© Mar 13 2010 Charles Henderson
Sugar plum fairies dance in their
Heads while they dance the dances
On ballroom pillows. Princes hold tiny
Princess hands while they twirl and dip.
The music rising, rising, ever so
Softly up to the top of the chapel.
When left all alone
In charge and
In one place
Their is only
Three place's that
One can find ones'
-Self-
------
That is in the Church
In the Chapel
And in the
Tabernacle of God
GF
Past the crossroads the road drops down
Full throttle impetus a projection through space
Entry to the White Chapel a hundred and twenty
Wheels barely touching the ground
A test of man should he wish
To attempt his best
Form:
Compelled to fight dirty,
in attempts to stay clean
The shadows conscripted,
clandestine and mean
Surprise as an ally,
you stalk and you spy
To vanquish the monster
—declawed and defied
(Villanova Chapel: December, 2021)