Short Tithe Poems

Holding tight her virginity..
Timid, twas her heart's tithe
As parting her silken garment
To offer her bride love's bloom....

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Spare change jangles
in my pocket
makes me lean to one
side*
your music warms the
subway station
I gladly give my
tithe

*New Scientist -
Dec. 1995...

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I need inspiration and Joy

I need continous cheer Enveloping me

I need comfort and praiSe

I shall bring a wonderfUl tithe

I shall call forth jesuS...

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Love is not a rose
But like the bush
On which it grows.

Stems with prickly skins
Tangle and twist
To upward grow.

You paint bright the blooms;
I tithe the thorns
To twining grow.

Given green petals,
And half a chance,
Love’s bush will grow....

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He dresses in robes, carefully coiffed 
He enters the nave, mitre is doffed
He preaches a tale, to eager sheep
He fleeces their wool, his tithe to keep
He blesses the flock, they’ve had their fill
He slithers away, forked tongue now still

January 1, 2022...

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Like inundated praise
the rhetoric concern of tithe
ballooning, like a fact implied
inertia blinds with its deride!

To see it straight, to moor divine
I buckle too, as then resign
so many voices, tail wind's fine
could move ahead, so never mine?

Concourse profane, am strong at thine,
but trying self ~ so far behind!...

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redeeming
are we talking church
or the five cent of a magician 
as tithe you are greedy to dare
on the double as I put my trash in hands.

collected recycled I do not need a pope
to spread the words of a meal shared with the world
as a lost soul I chose to travel the planets of dreams
and the exchange of a thank you and you welcome....

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A fool has said there is no God?
The wise know a talking snake!
Forgive trespassers 70x7?
Adam made one mistake!

That generation would see his return?
Yet everyone of them died!
Money's the root of all evil?
Except for what we tithe!

Love your neighbor as yourself?
Another unlikely one!
Love God more than all your kids?
Dude...I think we're done!...

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A 35% of you is for the taxman
Twenty days left to own your grind
A 10% of you goes to tithe
For a salvation to find
Leaves you with 55%
But a 50% of you is for your spouse
I told you not claim a better half
And the remaining 5% can be yours or not
If it is snatched by a person who lost 95% 
That leaves you with 0%
That is how you have nothing...

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the love in
strong fire
if consumed,
simmering
 lost...
Because it's another one,
the fire of love...:
it's hot flame
that doesn't burn,
just kindle...
It's fire that
expands and does not
is fickle... if
propagate without
tithe or produce
damage...
but so never
finale just
needs to be waggled
with light breeze
of love and
affection...!...

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Blank face with scythe
drips sand like frozen blood
cut from my veins a tithe
for my trouble, slammed door
a choir of entreaty, all poor
like the life sap cut, a dud.

How many you demand blythe
shrugs, with a heart's thud thud
demanding youth, live lithe,
when demanded I gave galore
listing softly now, my life outpours
but your face, blank, still, no good....

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Beg not assumption - not entail
that love for Thee does not assail
but wears Faith proudly to exhale
receding not my own avail!

Love's holding on, measured by ounce
does not wear time as captioned flounce.
Forever biding, stealth not pounce
as waiting, tithe the absenced mount.

Now's detriment - as weight denounce -
Love's measure lightens - bounce by bounce!...

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That I could say the day is bright
                                   It is not by might
                         And neither a matter of right
                         Nor the grace of paying tithe,
                      But with love, He holds me tight 
            Like a child in the grip of his mother's thighs
                         Wiping the tears off my eyes...

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Dear God, I'd like to say,
Thank you for my world today,
A wrinkle age of bucket lists,
Poet's corner, not to be missed,
Gifts we all should tithe
For God, be joyful and blithe,
Smash with positive smiles,
Jesus loves us across the miles,
We're all God's sunbeams today,
Blessings us in lots of ways,
Thank you, God, for healing,
Divine hand is your love sealing.......

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Inquire that the dawn did break
without my heart in your insure.
As faith lives on, not soul's procure
I live for you, hope to endure.

And nature leaves a tithe, a buy
with just its bonding to God's sky
I leave a thought to pray, not die
my love in thee ~ thee asking, why!

. . . becomes my grace, acquits my eye,
that justice praying, not acquire
does free thy staying ~ love's require!...

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Baptiste is not coming back
He is gone for good
ICE was always on his track
He did all he could
Baptiste mother cries, he's gone
They took him from the early dawn
His gone for good
He did all he could
He worked, he made no troible, went
To church and both tithe and rent
Baptiste is not coming back
Easy to find because he was black
Bought that house in a white place
O Baptiste was an honor to his race....

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SENRYU dedicted to Charlie Smith: May 7, 2017.

idyllic orchard
many fruit trees – but a tenth –
His tithe, we stole, ate

Adam and Abel 
saw life and blood sacrifice
Cain gave God veggies


we bribe God on terms
we choose - one Son loved Father -
we nailed sins on Him

what love is this LORD
You paid for disobedience
with BLOOD of Jesus...

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Humility is the soil
the tithe I reach within
when erring in transpiring
I wreak and rant in vim.

Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek
when cost is not aspiring
or goals are too oblique.

So let me grow with reason
the seeds I bear, not speak
but plant in silence,knowing
my virtues, in my keep.

And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win
 ~ but for myself, choose merit
that thee will find in Him!...

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Humility is the soil,
the tithe I reach within,
when erring in transpiring,
I wreak and rant in vim.

Futility is the manhunt
my soul would want to seek,
when cost is not aspiring,
or goals are too oblique.

So let me grow with reason,
the seeds I bear, not speak,
but plant in silence knowing
my virtues in my keep.

And let the Lord so nourish
with measures that will win,
but for myself choose merit
that thee will find in Him!...

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Dear god,
         this is my tithe
         proceeds from the killing of my neighbors
         i hate them with passions
         but i love thee with passions
         i shall kill more for thee
         if only you will teach me more of your religion
         he mocked my religion
         or,
         will thou stand afar off
          and watch that infidel for mocking thee?
         
                                           from your son....

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From the beginning to the end tithe.
Round the circle of eternity, she writhes.
Fresh, full, ripe, and undeniably free.
O God, be merciful to she.

Fill the receptacle with riches untold.
Harvest the bounty of beauty unfold.
Lust not for love is a more precious fee.
O God, be merciful to she.

Trust in companionships hearty store
Let loose the randy and rabid bore.
Feast on the comfort of kindnesses decree.
O God, be merciful to she....

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I yield to the earth
in supplication to nature
with worship in each breath


listening to a sermon
of kookaburras
as a kangaroo bounds out
a plate for tithe


I see goannas parade
the ancient rites
and koalas swoon
with the new age gospel
waving their faces,
and hanging from their mouths


and the platypus
monks of cold,
carry the testaments 
to the deepest hovels


living with just one heart
I can breathe a tide,
and find home...

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Took Me Fool

Crushed and cashed the fantasy,
But could not hold fancy,
She bailed me out in rain,
As I tried to build the new reign,
My delusion drove me to dive,
As hard  that I could not see the cheat hive,
Why do you take fool out me?
Is that how you can push me to that lie pool?
Enchanted with paradise at  the rhapsody of your thigh,
But to get it was a not easy tithe, 
Stop making fool out  of me,
Because it stings like a bee....

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As shadows elongating round ~
change shapes appearing in among.
So witness sparkles with astound,
and seeks to operate its bond.
Thus restless tithe creates the shun ~
      and giant of the morning,
            . . . is the Sun!

That callings short of everyone,
and yet belonging in abound.
To hear not, or implant begun
in herald's sport refuse, impound!
The echo's loss is God's re-run ~
     yet giant of the mourning,
           . . . is in His Son!...

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Eject ~ The tithe be bound
to fanciful persuasion in resound
I hail or hate the cost, despite the pound
and seemingly ascension is still ground!

It is the faded glory of rebound
unnecessary casting, waging's crowned,
the monarchies direction still compounds
no force, this indiscretion turned around!

The gory resolution, not new found
and I in revolution, playbacks frowned
eject this erstwhile treason . . all abound ~
and register my reason . . . freedom's town!...

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