Short Popes Poems

Last night's gig at the local casino
   Four lads: John, Paul, George and Ringo--
          Two Popes and a King
          The Fourth couldn't sing--
   They should have hired Placido Domingo...

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dense clouds
gives way
to acidic rain
i am really hungry
standing in the dock
to hell without fire
priests popes and saints
are still in purgatory
half way to heaven
blessed are the poor
we like hell
no pretence and
fire in our hearts...

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Let some hope dreams reach arms 
first,
Yet come cope. Seems each charm 
burst
Frets from dopes' schemes. Speech 
harms worst.
Debts numb popes. Teams preach 
warm thirst;
Wet rum. Roped beams breech 
barms! Cursed
Vets hum mopes! Streams leech! 
Farms nurse
Pet bums? Nope! Gleams screeched 
swarmed hearse!...

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In quest for approval 
they look to the sky 
It’s totally unusual 
but they see a guy 

And though he not there
they devote in prayer
saying he cares 
up high but where?

They tell of his wishes
have Popes and Bishops 
explain what he dishes 
obnoxious bigots

Can’t call them a nutcase
for it is offensive 
as they gaze up to space 
with love demented...

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A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.

Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes....

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Hammers of hate beat the steel
Into a helmet and blade.
Blacksmiths and armorers feel
Proud of the death-bound brigade.

Marching past crowds on the curb,
Clattering heels on the stones.
Later, the crows will disturb
Flesh as it ripens on bones.

Preachers and Popes prate of peace,
Powerless to change history:
Powder, and guns wrapped in grease
Auger what always will be....

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