Short Inquisition Poems
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leave my skin on sight
leave my limbs in their sockets
I believe in your god
life is a tendered spirit
Religion? the Devil's work.
What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
She loves me? – She loves me not?
The petals pay – ripped from their stems -
tossed aside in trembling despair.
Innocents – deemed soothsayers –
victims of love’s inquisition
sacrificed on the godless altar
of insecurity’s insouciant idolatry.
John G. Lawless
©4/22/2018
Deep in the forest
of a wanton tomorrow
two virgins sullied forth
One but a temptress
from loves inquisition
the other devil sourced
Together they exit
where fear is incepted
to course on different paths
One a diversion
distracting our vision
— the other Queen of Wrath
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
An avid student of Copernicus
And keen observer of the universe,
The founding father of astronomy,
Philosopher and polymath was he.
Punished by Urban for his heresy,
For his heliocentric the-o-ry,
He appeared before the Inquisition
Which required his public recantation.
Imprisoned, muttered :”and yet it moves”
But this false recantation nothing proves.
Pecuniary On Judiciary
On Trump we need to have an inquisition,
Which should be each and every position,
Will wear spectacle;
About are skeptical,
And of course on imposed an imposition.
Trump was in way by being a big pain,
Driving each person practically insane;
Being a bother;
Terrible father;
This is why in position will not remain.
Jim Horn
Sweet summer set amid moonlight
rest young poised perfection.
Lying supine among stars
questioning inquisition.
Endless night let not be dawn
Thou hast dreamt this far too long.
March 13, 2016
The spirit of inquisition lives
It suspicions and fears; it never gives
Peace, love and joy are estranged
All those around are deranged.
In the blood, mind and hearts
With each generation it starts
Over and over in mankind
Until in Jesus the Savior they find.
The New Birth miracle He brings
The D.N.A. and mindsets of kings
He, the Creator can recreate
Hope and faith with a beautiful fate.
Only the love-birds will know
it was time of inquisition.
There was a lot of prodding in
the neighbourhood.
A voice without sound
was resenting with guilt-virginity
and the bell tolls
for a zero hour.
The entrusted trust was
still moving off the transparency.
Was it not a weird night ?
The newly hatched babies,
jutting out their necks
from their clay homes were
to know the roots of verbs.
Satish Verma
Form:
Only the love-birds will know
it was time of inquisition.
There was a lot of prodding in
the neighbourhood.
A voice without sound
was resenting with guilt-virginity
and the bell tolls
for a zero hour.
The entrusted trust was
still moving off the transparency.
Was it not a weird night ?
The newly hatched babies,
jutting out their necks
from their clay homes were
to know the roots of verbs.
Satish Verma
Form:
(Or Please God, Let It Be November 7th)
Dear senators, congressmen
Please hear my plea.
Your phone calls and commercials
Mean nothing to me.
Your muck-raking and mud-slinging
Go from night until noon.
This election could never
Be over too soon
Please understand, I've made my decision.
I don't need your e-mail or phone inquisition.
So please can we just stop the attacks
And go give each other a pat on the back.
REGULATORY INTELLIGENCE
A Centralized Platform for
Regulatory Change
Management
And Compliance REGOLOGY….
WTF!!! Is REGOLOGY????
The religion of the WOKE.
A mindful excavation of the cavernous abyss of addlepated thought.
Perhaps a “REGOLOGY FOR DUMMIES” book is forthcoming
Maybe…”A DOXOLOGY OF REGOLOGY” Hymnal?
Followed by an APOLOGY
For….
“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition” (Monty Python)
4/9/2023
Awareness is everything
But, we must be willing to open our eyes
For they do not see everything
Moments often catch us by surprise
The unpredictability of life
Often puts us in this position
So thought provoking
Nothing but an inquisition
The fickleness of life
Often takes our breath away
Confusion and frustration
Makes its appearance each day
When we lack awareness
It can lead to total chaos
Filled with bewilderment
Some of us may appear to be lost
The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
When you walk alone in the dark
In the seconds to midnight
When you inhale slowly
In the deepest inquisition
Which part is quizzing, puzzling
Great creations surrounds you
The stars guides you, tells you the right direction
But you are deaf to judge muteness
The limit line of dimension, space and time
Extending to unknown limitation
Muteness getting worse
Which part is quizzing, puzzling
Great creations or your self
Copyright reserved
But piracy yells at muteness