Short Sunday School Poems

grandma magic
powder pretty
Sunday School Clothes

fragrance lingers
delights my soul
bringing  childhood moments...

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The Sunday School teacher May Crow
Wanted children their God to know
Alas her repast
Created a blast
That caused them to puke domino...

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Mum sent me off to Sunday School
To learn about the Golden Rule
But Satan said,
"Look!  Ilene's shed!
What shall we do for May Day Fool?"...

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I'm sure you have heard a preacher
Claim God created each creature
But look to the sky
And you will see why
Clouds are the greatest art teacher!...

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A ghoul on a stool made him drool
So the vampire skipped Sunday School
The B-positive queue
Was too long to pursue
At the Blood Bank in Liverpool!...

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When Jesus was teaching Pre-School
He taught them all The Golden Rule
But none would comply
Since the other guy
Was much more in need of that tool!...

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On Sundays, the preachers will preach
And Sunday School Teachers will teach
If that does not grate
The Collection Plate
Will tempt everyone to the beach!...

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Four-year-old boy says to Sunday school teacher
My mommy almost made us late to church!
She had to make herself boo tee ful.
But she is already boo tee ful!...

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Just one version of the truth.
No, not a couple or few.
We learned about that
Back in Sunday school.
So, things have changed a lot
Though some are overdue.
When lies become proof
We're pretty much snafued....

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paper mache boat's of noah's ark
 made in sunday school, 
imperfectly sailing gripped
 by little fingers.

two of every kind of happyness, 
 the joy of childhood innocence
 returning to me with dove 
and olive branch....

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First birn of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven

Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919)....

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First born of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven

Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919). a sunday school teacher
Year Posted 2009...

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At Sunday school 

Don’t break the rules

Sabbath ends on Saturday


Church is out

Devils sprout

In play grounds children stray


Void of God

A new Dollar Lord

They learn the prayers of hate


Emotional bullets

Shatter innocent hearts

Sad days of school shootings...

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I am the stereotype of a middle-age lady with grey hair
Working as a preschool teacher

Wearing mumu dresses in bright  colors

A Sunday school teacher wanting to make it a full-time job

To whittle myself a new profession

I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
But, I know I can do it!...

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As a child, I was
sent to Sunday school
to learned of Jesus,
and how God sent Him
to die for our sins.

A Rabbi born
the son of God.
How ironic
that we damn Jews

for Christ's death,
even though
our Savior

Jesus,
was a

Jew.


(Diminished Hexaverse)


12, 16, 2019...

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Out late tossin' the rag.
Turn down Barney Jenkins Road.
Big 'ol square white
house, freshly makeshift
sign in the lawn.
It reads:
SUNDAY SCHOOL 11AM
Ain't that beautiful?
Ain't that how the world
should turn?
Stick a sign on ya lawn
an' let the people come
right on in.
He's probably
a pedophile....

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Do Not Deprive and Remain Alive

God did not intend us to deprive;
He knows we surely will survive;
Escape mishap,
And avoid trap;
Stay on earth and remain alive.

Jim Horn

Nampa means moccasin or footprint.
Do the Blackfeet Indians live there?

Will you teach Sunday school classes
while in Nampa?...

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Her name was Duno. She was seventy, young-at-heart, and hilarious.

We were co-Sunday School teachers, and the best of pals. I was twenty-three.

Fast-hurting-cancer smacked her around unmercifully for ten horrible months.

Her-ex husband greeted us at her funeral; a man who had deserted her 50 years before....

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Tap. Tap. Tap.
My shoes start clicking
In a mud puddle, at first only the edge.

Stamp. Stamp. Stamp.
My lacy white Sunday school socks are getting all spotted now.
With pure mud puddle glee.

Jump. Jump. Jump.
My legs have splashes of water up to my knees.
What a wonderful day to accidentally find a mud puddle!...

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She is a beautiful Sunday school teacher,
and for children a mild mannered preacher;
the commandments her special to feature; 
To explain, 
a commandment that honours father; mother,
then asks her class “do you know of another,
on how we should treat our sister and brother?”
A voice let out a shrill, 
“Thou shalt not kill!”...

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In stuffy days when I would dress to please
And barter for belonging with a look,
In fussy days when I would don a  thought
To hide a naked need and make it prim--
I could have healed myself from expectations,
Remembering how God left Sunday school
With me when I was five, and how we both
Played in the mud and soiled our special clothes....

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lace at my collar 
lace at my hem
shake a little wiggle pup now and then

time to come home mom
skipping in time
Laughing and jumping in yesterday’s rhyme

black patent leather shoes
Sunday school lace
Memorizing books of the Bible’s names

coming in first place
lace at my collar, lace at my hem
Shake a little wiggle pup now and then...

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Smug little faces
Oily little faces
Sunday best clad
Little children
Listen to the old
Time tested
Tired preacher
Accepting it all
They have trouble
Thou swallowing
Accepting he had
To be nailed for
Their petty little sin











(teach a child of my ways and when they mature they shall never depart from it ~the good book~)...

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I need my childhood
Where life was good
Small but huge heart
Running to Sunday school
To be filled with gospel
And memorize verses
I love my past

Unfortunately it is my future
Life harsh and rude
Huge but small heart
Running to movie shops
To be filled with latest
And build castles of romance
Completing my virtual life
I hate my today...

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A Pretty little Lark, my Darling was,
Who cheered each one she met -- humble intent!
Whose Way was Love, her Harmony, unbent
By any Path, Belief, Doctrine or Cause

She stilled my heart, the lovely little bird,
By singing children’s songs, and Sunday School
She taught, to bring tykes discipline, Self-Rule
And called it sacred work, to keep one’s word.
_______
2/18/2019...

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