Short Epistle Poems

Guilt is the furnace
that sears the sacrilegious
scabs off of my skin...

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(I)
The chains burdening
my neck are collars of pearls
for the devotee...

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Christ’s hands gripping me,
cleaving me from lifeless stone
into sapphire gleam...

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darken red wine drink
an epistle - enclosed
     for there’s not reason
________________________|
PENNED ON JULY 24, 2014!...

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Recommended holiday reading, this epistle
  comes your way as an interrogative missile
    ~ Whither the Oscar Meyer Wiener Whistle...

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A single rose lies
Next to a white epistle 
Sealed with a red seal
Emanating a concealed
Message of admiration












3-27-2016...

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Poultry farm chaos
Chicken-lickin’ you
Sweet and sour future
Henhouse flurry

Henpecked and handpacked
Epistle of gristle
Cellophane stiffy
Wishbone hope?...

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Words equipped with living breath
Words that share identity, not death
Words from a disciple and The Bible
Have, upon my heart, written a victory epistle...

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Educated Br Reading Each Epistle

Were educated reading each epistle;
Jesus was stuck with every thistle;
Crucified;
Died;
Wind would sound like a whistle.

Jim Horn...

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(I)
Our creed is
not a green and white
Wahhabi blade
sharpened by
Mohammedan covetousness,
but a lush meadow
for the footloose lamb
to graze in communion
with Christ’s kingdom...

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Lust is the
ladylike curve
of the Ottoman kilij
that kisses
the jugular vein
of the pagan wanderer,
as he slumbers underneath
the Esfahani opulence of
temptation’s velveteen
Pashmina fleece...

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If I may now express it well,
What's cradled by my mind.
The future for me hard to tell;
Should memory fade or die?

I want that special someone,
A woman for my heart.
I pray that you may come,
So love should impart....

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(I)
I quaff your
vermillion quintessence,
the scarlet blood
untangling
snarls of
my weathered epidermis,

(II)
I toss
my life towards
resurrection’s
open bosom,
cavorting atop
the rippling
waves of
Christ’s shores...

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Your sound flew through the air,
A blaring auditory missile,
Though no one that I noticed
Seemed to cringe or even bristle.

The driver of the bus, however,
Waited just a bissel,*
Enough to let on board the man
Inspiring this epistle.

*little bit in Yiddish...

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Doleful tenaciousness,
dissonant outrageousness,
in contemptuous mist,
forlorn and dismissed.

Early morn my sensibility,
recaptured tranquility,
solitude my quest,
undeniably blessed.

Forbearance and fortitude,
visionary interlude,
a sonnet, an epistle,
a tenet, a gift....

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(I)
Your every word,
imbued with
scarlet droplets,
doused in
verity’s fountain,
bursting forth
as an unsheathed katana
drawn not only to pierce
but cleave and sunder
the very vessels
that carry the
tarlike taint of
my transgressions,
unveiling me, bared,
as the lamb of God...

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Throughout the ages an aching sigh,
dispersed by waves on rabid seas which only splutter,
swept up by gusts that mask a cry which disappears
across the nettle voids,
this raw dispatch of fatal wound backlog,
atonal antiphon amok,
a caution light epistle
back in time to be quenched by secret language never heard....

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I.
Speak my Lord,
show us the way,
for we are
wayward wanderers,
soiled and destitute,
distant from the
slender trail
pressed upon
by your footfall

II.
Speak my Lord,
show us the way,
for we are the lambs
that long for our
Shepherd’s hands
to uncoil the
slaughterous cord
clinging around
our frail necks...

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Wind blow where you will,
Find your strength and rush.
Howl and whistle through hill,
Send your epistle and crush.
For yet am I standing still,
Not battered or broken frush.

Tempest storm of life, oh!
Cruelest waves of pain
Most eagerly do you show.
The days I rue our gain
I wish I didn't know.
And ne'er shall we twain....

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Dear Light
Fairest of ‘em all
Beam your blinding rays
Chase me
And spark another you in me
To end my reign
Dispel me into the shadows
Let the new you
Glow with your grace
And my darkened eyes
Tear with disgrace
Spring forth
Gush out 
Like a fountain of you
Chase away
Drown every breathing me
For i am darkness
And you are light...

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I
This poem us based on Scripture, Ephesians 2:6, usually the author ascribed is Paul.

II
We participated in his life
And especially his death
A mystery, gift melting strife
Through Spirit of God, divine work

Now, as he rose, we rose as well
Again a great and sublime mystery
Relation with heirs helps spell
Out how we thus live above misery...

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(I)
I am he who
dwells in the
embryonic catacomb,
the pallid frost
that ricochets
off the resonance
of Antiochian worship

(II)
I am the
Siberian catechumen,
Christ is the bone
of my blade,
His word is the
mustard seed that
stirs oceanic vigor
before summoning
seismic belligerence
that asphyxiates
the debased vestiges of
Leninist deification...

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tamed twigs moaned
cussing callous clone
sassy sequoia invited
dark dribbles ignited
felon fashion bolster
bounty blitzkrieg fostered

wanky wind whooshes
humming hoisted hymns
nocturnal nature drips

punctured pulses pouting
rusty roots reeling
vying voluptuous drilling

eerie epistle etched's
of the forest.
      '20:04:02:19:41

Note: Of the forest....

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J-ovial
I-mpressive
E-xpression's
V-erse
I-n
E-very
N-ame
I-nspires
E-ach
L-ife
L-etting

U-ntold
J-oy
I-mplement
E-motional
N-obility's
N-ice
E-xceptional

M-essage
O-nce
N-otable
T-opic
E-mploys
A-crostic
L-oveliness
E-ndorsing
G-reat
R-ighteous
E-pistle

Topic: Birthday of Jievieniell Ujienne M. Montealegre (May 20) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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(I)
Father,
What calamitous suffering
have I summoned
upon myself?
for I desecrate
the temple
thou carved
from marble blocks
in thy image

(II)
I seat myself
at the hedonists’ banquet,
where neo-Pagan cantations
swirl around the chamber,
as my own razored pangs
press upon me,
plunging into
the rot of my carcass,
lacquering the
charred enamels of my
debased grin...

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