Short Presbyterian Poems
Short Presbyterian Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Presbyterian by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Presbyterian by length and keyword.
In Encino there's a veterinarian
who is the Valleys rudest contrarian
He'll insult a shy tabby
Greet a pug: Hey there, flabby!
But at home, he's a kind Presbyterian
5/17/22
Pointing his thumb,
two feet close behind
Direction untethered,
new mountains to climb
Hitching tomorrow,
to yesterdays past
To ride in the present
—each moment to last
(Presbyterian Hospital: October, 2019)
You’ll know when its time…
you won’t fight it
or struggle,
you won’t lie to yourself
—or try to hang on
You’ll let everything go
as it’s time to unburden,
your mind and your spirit,
your heart
—and be gone
(Presbyterian Hospital: July, 2019)
Traveling the world in my mind,
ghosts linger behind
Traveling the world in my mind,
each flashback a sign
Traveling the world in my mind,
space harder to find
Traveling the world in my mind
—memories define
(Presbyterian Hospital: January, 2020)
Always used to confuse
Pedestrians with presbyterians
Understandable I suppose
Given my limited vocabulary
Watch out presbyterian crossing
ahead
Certainly some caution justified
Wouldnt want to run one over
There'd be bagpipes at the funeral
And one less at the Hogmanay
You've aged well with Conviction
Guarding your yesteryears
of residential Presbyterian Thornton Heath in 58
and Kennards in the town centre
Bygone Croydon days
with Grants and Allders, crown jewels
and Beatles at the festive Fairfield Halls 63
and Young Conservatives 64 in Purley
I
Alan Watts says we live forever
In children if we can bear
There is no joy in going on, ever
And ever as a dying tree or flower
II
He was a brilliant Brit, knew nirvana!
Died as American, in California
Barely making 59 years, once pastor
Presbyterian in Pennsylvania
III
I need to research why he quit
He was undoubtedly good at it
For faithfulness few scholars matched
His authenticity, universality. Unmatched
As springs’ budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch
I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, death, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes