Short St Paul Poems
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Since the scourge of coronavirus seems to be increasing,
Now is the time, as St Paul said, to "pray without ceasing!"
The Bible condemns all tradition
St. Paul says to hold fast to the traditions he taught
Either orally or in writing
Ark of the Covenant contained three items
According to St. Paul
Word of God, manna, & the Rod of Aaron that re-sprouted.
John Milton wet to school at St Paul
destined a poet was his call
His greatest oeuvre, Paradise Lost
losing his eyesight,was the great cost
An Odd Man In Montreal
There’s an odd man up in Montreal
Who’s young in the spring and old in the fall
In March—Let’er rip!
In September—Oh, my hip!
His mid-age crises he has in St. Paul
2/1/22
There once was a Pole from St. Paul,
Who thought she had heard it all,
Until she read Pettit
She just didn't get it
He writes with such wit and such gall.
[Inspired by Robert Pettit's 'Polish' limerick]
There once was a Leo from St. Paul.
Who attended a masquerade ball.
My friend thought he would risk it
and came dressed as a biscuit.
An Aries Lab chomped him up in the hall!
Was unsuccessful attaching the Zodiac sign.
Latin = biblia = scrolls, books is
What Jews and Christians call a collection of Sacred Scriptures
That came into being over a period of time more than thousand years
For them the charter of their faith
The Christian bible is considerably expensive than the Jewish Bible
It is because besides their Scriptures it also contains the four Gourpels
The Letters of St. Paul
Other writings of the early Church
11302011
Form:
obsessive morbid shadows
preying on the night
call upon the angels’ grace
fill their hearts with light
they only wish to rest now
shadows of the past
nestled safely underground
comforted at last
of course they felt abandoned
fear was all they knew
ghosts held hostage within their bodies
wholeness split in two
their softened earth is sacred
in death lies their release
six feet deep two feet wide
may they rest in peace
Form:
Truth has become socially malleable,
personally customized and saleable.
Ruled Politically incorrect,
by the self appointed elect.
We’ve hit that slippery slope running,
led by diabolical cunning.
We're on that horse and galloping like Saul,
persecuting salvation...right St Paul?
The sin is the same as it used to be,
just a different apple tree.
Work out your salvation in fear and trembling,
for Truth and lies are conveniently blending.