Short Crucifix Poems

The moon hangs naked –
a cold, spectral crucifix
no cloud can cover...

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all of history
upon Jesus handkerchief —
crucifix in red

1/6/2020...

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Up like a crucifix,
   Where do you go,
Tell me this,
    When u leave us 
below?...

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cormorant opens wings
     
            like a crucifix -

            Good Friday...

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In church he longed for the rood
Which forced him to act so rude
The crucifix he wants
In his thoughts he flaunts
To escape and not be pursued...

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Food of God Is Nourishing

Found food of God to be nourishing,
Resulting in all Christians flourishing;
A lonely crucifix, ,
Forever sticks;
What a wonderful way of us being.

Jim Horn...

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A Christian soldier with a gun and a crucifix is a man of God
A hoodlum with a gun and a crucifix is only a hoodlum
A Muslim with a flag and a gun is an Islamist terrorist
A Muslim with a flag and no gun won't make the news...

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the body's whole but writhe,

the entire head, aches,

the side, annoying throb,

hand's two, far gone,

foot's both drained, 

body all bloody wet,

need to hang here and dry out.



2019 September 10...

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Conversation on crucifix
Sun in the eyes
Dying in the air
Of alcoholic steam
For the hopeless
monuments of the Future
Scattered through the civilizations,
Kills the religion
Quench the fire 
Hope for consolation,
Conversation on crucifix....

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All
   In black
   Dressed
   To kill
   Dracula,
   In guise
   Of
   Vampire  
   Sucking blood.
   In your struggle
   To survive,
   You must
   Hold 
   Out a
   Crucifix,
   Until
   The 
   Morning 
   Light.

   6/ 30/ 2015....

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Bring pheasants bring cartwheels
Bring dark hallowed halls
Bring the quiet whisper
Whom no one thought to call
Bring a lamp
A can
A crucifix
Someone to lean against
Bring my mother
My son
In the dark and disorder
I won't go on alone
Without a home....

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she lay on
the bed like
a crucifix

i kissed
and licked
her blistered

feet annointing
my tongue with
smell and sweat

never to ever
forget that which
she has given me

sanctified
if it is her grail
time then i will

surely
drink her
dark red wine...

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One, two - Sylvia's / Cynthia's coming for you
Three, Four - better lock your door
Five, Six - better grab your crucifix
Seven, Eight - gonna stay up late
Nine, Ten - never laugh so hard again....

Sorry, not too original. But I thought it a beautiful and so appropriate rhyme....

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"One, two, Freddy 's comin' 
for you.
Three, four, you'd better lock 
your
door.
Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, you'd better 
stay up
late.
Nine, ten... never sleep 
again."

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its not mine but i love it so 
much from Nightmare on Elm street
movie!...

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every line bears this weight
clumsy truth, crucifix-like
and in bearing alone, they are born

up and sing
on the wings of those demons we've seemingly seen
to be
descending
one ladder inverted
where once Jacob had torn
down his alter
in anger, in the dry place where we left the vision...

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Bed

Plump down on the bed,
My head, heavier than before,
Follows my body,
Contently onto the bed.

My arms spread like a crucifix,
A groan escapes my lungs,
the blood-red sheets,
crushed on my bed.

A final smile and I sit up,
Norah Jones sings of new York City,
She does it so beautifully,
on my bed....

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Halloween Treat

This
Cold night
Of such fright—
This Halloween
Scares the Bejesus
Out of me for sure since
I fear being the fresh treat
For the Devil’s big appetite,
And his desire to consume my soul!
Old Hob shall see my crucifix tonight!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 22, 2015 (Etheree)...

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Born of ignorant sod
King of kings, son of God
Halo crown of thorn
Pivotal pinnacles adorn

Crucifix dogwood tree
Suffer so dire malady
Forge rugged cross
Convey sanctioned loss

Purest blossoms white
Pristine petals alight
Tips in sanguine red
Pierced divine bloodshed

Father's grief enlisted
Boughs gravely twisted
Ne'er again use malice
Hardwood most callous


3/14/2022...

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Sideways squint,
Paintbrush aloof,
Mind uncaught,
Not too much pot.

Paintbrush of own hair, pubic or not,
Blank book of no worth,
#Finger middle used for f~~~~~~~ c###s,
Outward journey,
~Not too much imagination.

Finally name the barstards,
You don't get paid,
People take a holiday from reality,
And you suffer insanity,
Only raise an arm in crucifix,
They take feathers from broken wing....

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Hazarding a guess
he holds onto his inner rake
like a shining crucifix
raking leaves in his Autumn years
he considers poetry
keeping bees in their hives
is just as sweet as honey
a joy to convert
his favourite hidden hobby
he considers french slang
expensive bonbon candy, 
then, next page, he reads:
"les bijoux indiscrets"

ravenous, 
he psalms within the margin




Candide Diderot. '24 

...

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To hear the echo to know the vibe what is it to cross cross the stick and, 

Throw the stone, 

What is crucifix?

has one been hex from above to walk a lonely road,

has the storm approach with out the barrel of a sound,

Is the lost forbidden to speak,

have atone took refugee and escape to safety,

All I ask is okay to question such resurrection or ask of, 

The evolution what was the first words again dear lord....

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Nosferatu,
how sad a vile creature
of the long lonely night
you are,
a pestilence of death
you seek rivers of blood
in your desolation the
weight of human despair
heavy on your back,
and so you fly like a bat
out of hell,
you drown your sorrow
in dying wives as you
bleed them a little at time,
return for more
unafraid of the crucifix over their
still-beating heart, there is no mirror to set
you free
there is no coffin to take you home....

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Lagoon of life, lake of man
Bitterness in life, salt of man.
Sourness or sweetness, salt of the tongue
Harvest of the young, actions of man

Sourness of tongue, sweetness of the stung
Sweetness of the unsung, sourness of the dung.
Bitterness of man, life's crucifix
Burden of follies, puff of the lung

Burden of life, crux of crucifix
Flux of follies, marks of cicatrix.
Innocence of man, lake of salted life
Influx of mother's womb, gift of Matrix....

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The young starlet is sacrificed.
She is stark naked on a 20 foot
crucifix.
Piss streams
run down her thighs
and the wood.
Nails thick as cigarette lighters
are pounded through the bone.
Blood seeps to the surface
and stains her pasty, chalky skin.
Once vital hair
drapes down
over a low head.

Ecstatic apes,
also naked,
ranging in all ages, from the youngest
to the senior,
dance a mad dance in a circle
around the crucified dame
in a ceremony of grounding....

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Tattoo Charm Bracelet

My skin, a pure canvas before
No design beckoned me to explore
To be etched in the flesh, I deplored…

More mature, this great art challenged harm
Grand crucifix, my son’s heart, on my wrist, not arm
These jewels I’ll wear, linked in ink, each one a charm…


















Submitting into: Bite Size Poem No. 42 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
Date Written: 04-13-22...

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