Short Gospels Poems
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Eadfrith ws an English monk
into the Gospels his artistic talent was sunk
Full of abstract coils&knots
the Word itself is never lost
An apostle of the Lord
Friend & close colleague of Paul,
Proclaiming gospels truths,was no easy call;
Junia,just a lass,Judah was her home,
A martyr for her faith
Whilst incarcerated in Rome.
The second part of the complete bible
It contains the specifically Christian Texts
Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles
Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation
11302011
The gospels had a readership at the time, full of implied meanings,
Of course, what was implied then, wouldn’t be implied today
Where would you Christians be without Mary and Joseph having sex before marriage?
The Gospels
And other writings
Are narratives of
Life as seen
Through the lens of
Separation..
Includes the possibility
Of a new narrative
Of the empty nature
Of all appearances of
Separation...
We saw the barren elm in gray despair
In wet drifting fog, the talons reaching
Nebulous vapor in the slicing air,
Then to disappear, our hearts beseeching
Every emerald leaf to cluster there:
Reappear anew, spring gospels preaching.
Gospels in the mist of making news
With spirit agenda
Fading blues
Picking up lows
Making highs
Clapping of hands
Stomping of feet
What is this thing
Ridding defeat
Some say holy
Others holy what
You have to feel this thing
That's that
Lord, you left the flock
to seek the last, least and lost-
that stray, lonely sheep.
How profound your love for all
rooted in such worth of one.
February 21, 2020
Reference: Gospels of Matthew (18:12–14)
and Luke (Luke 15:3–7)
SONGS
The music that I played to sing
Made no felicity to the brains that entered
But the true life it gospels,
Is a handful to make the day of a Bigwig.
Ferry the song to your songs
Make the aroma arouse inmates of life abbey
Every song is a bicker
That biffs every ingredient of normality
Dont look upon me Stork Christ, please!
Scatter! I among the many flee,
Down into the darkened leaves.
Pierced his side, my neighbor's squeak,
Skewered 'long the Holy Beak,
Glory to the chosen Meek!
Feel with relief my scaly coat,
Spared the path of which the Gospels wrote
Cast and gobbled down His throat.
There's scarce a word as ominous,
As the word 'belief'
The Gospels yield terror
As oft they do relief
A damnation unremitting,
The wage of unbelief
Is to me as comforting,
As capture to the thief
.
The will of God, e'er take
me to my knees,
your Spirit, so astringent
cleansing, free!
Ne'er given to imply
a church of greed
attendance, and deny
as fate takes fee!
What is the Godly why
where the decree
in Gospels wrenching cry
wanderings spree!
With Hope our mind's comply
Christ's heart receive
in apathy's restraint
placebos flee!
Some men on plenty feed,
Yet customers of greed,
The rash cankerworm breed,
Never there for your needs,
Worsening them like weeds...
I know a Shameless Steed,
Who'd never Gospels heed:
Pleased with Satan's own seed:
His best point: can minds read
Plus nice Jackets of Tweed
But paupers with Steed plead
And shake him not like reed.
poets, the evergreens,
their poems, the word
gospels that didn't make
the big book like
birds on overhead wires
accidentally perched
in the sequence of a
Beethoven symphony
but those words divine,
while I figure out grain
on half lit wooden floors
reduced, now, to poems
in pyjamas, oh my life,
delayed, enforcing other
immortalities
Music of the Night
Summer nights of back porch gospels
Choirs of crickets – cicada harmonies
Bass lines full of bull frogs croaking
Grasshoppers toe tapping all in time
Neon rhythms of lightning bugs –
Cadence of Katydid’s chirping beats -
Phantom fireflies - soul music of the night.
6/21/20
Contest: On Broadway
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme #1
Vibrant palms pulsate with healing power;
current of love in constancy humming,
aligning all in its blissful shower,
magnetic pulsation enlivening;
the divine energy soul uplifting.
The shift within which thus does enable,
affirmed time and again in the gospels,
being simply getting to emptiness,
core magnetised and consciousness stable,
unifying us with the That Oneness.
24-October-2020
Virtuous within a young heart
Insight to the compassion of humble start
Radiantly portrayed by artists of all times
Goodwill to all of mankind
Indeed, the miracle within shall shine
Nazareth, was the place, that soon became divine
Mother of mankind
Bringing light to All the blind
ChRristmas the celebration of her sacrifice
HumanitY now saved, if only we learned to be kind
I'm singing to get a peace of mind
In due time, overtime, sometimes near bedtime
When all obstacles are trying to distract me
So that I cannot see the full blessings
I sing Gospels songs to relax me
Songs to Jesus above
Praises with many of Gospel songs
The atmosphere can get toxic at times
I know that I shall keep a peace of mind
My joy will not be removed
Nor disapproved.
What gospels on sunday afternoon
Are four quarters male members tune
With flat screens on wall?
The chair-men want football
And shall yell like a wild baboon
Author's note: This poem was inspired by Lori Hopkin's "This ones for the guys" which is worth a good look. My apologies to all baboons who are much gentler and finer than I. Sad to resort to using their species as a stereotype just for the sake of a rhyme.
First Trimester
It always begins
like indigestion,
slowly at first,
then full bore.
Either way,
I need relief.
But no antacid
can abort a poem
so I have to stop
and take dictation.
I’m no Matthew, Mark
Luke or John.
They wrote the Gospels
by Divine Inspiration.
I’m on my own. And so
when words cascade
I grab my quill.
I have no choice.
I have to stop
and take dictation.
Donal Mahoney
My Lord is the single path in the sand
Heavy with my load
As I am broken and tired
And felt like I could no longer prevail
He is my Rock
My Strength
My Hope, My Salvation
He has guided me with wisdom
Spoken to me through the gospels
Shown me the way
The devil may try to lead me astray
But I will do as I’ve been told
as I sold my soul to him long ago
Published In My Book: Thoughts of the Confused and Heart broken (copyright 11/2023)
When ripples rested in heart......
Lullabies of morning breeze,
Took me to the garden of heaven.
Angels danced, perfumes of hidden flowers
Fragrances to my filthy soul.
Golden chariot adorned in
Blue diamond petals stood before me
Saw a divine being riding white horses
Spreading blue light everywhere......
Gospels in Gita flashed in my mind for a while
When I lost myself in ecstasy,
Peacock feathers tossed neck and
Moved away from me.
I don’t believe in Jesus,
I don’t believe in Buddha,
I don’t believe in Allah,
I don’t believe in Zeus
I don’t believe in Fairy Tales,
I don’t believe in Santa,
I don’t believe in Unicorns
I don’t believe Dr. Seuss
I don’t believe in Proverbs,
I don’t believe the Gospels,
I don’t believe in Dharma
I don’t believe their Creeds
But I do believe in Beauty,
I do believe in Truth,
I do believe in Love,
And—I do believe in me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)