St Peter Poems - Poems about St Peter

It's too hot But the birds are tweeting I'm listening intently Tick tick woooo ooh eep eep uh I need to read into intonation I've decided two birds speaking a different language are chatting They aren't getting anywhere So keep getting louder I bet if I could see them they'd be gesticulating wildly Drifting... Do spiders get sunburn? Well, I wish I hadn't googled...

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** The Pupu and I Go Walking ** Under a slice of melon-orange moon, We’re off to walk (the pups and I)… Far along for long, ‘Til our energy has gone.. We totter over to the nearest lawn And lie down there to sleep. The grass is so cold, so wet with dew We’ve gone off only for a walk, but died,...

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President Trump You are the Annotated One - found poems from right wing christians God has anointed Trump as our leader in these dark dangerous times who am I to disagree “I literally went to the Throne Room of God,” “There was a mist that was coming off the water, and I went to the throne of...

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Who is this woman standing here? is not a lady of conscious clear whose time on earth was not spent praying of dubious character mankind was saying as death takes hold and her spirit vacates she stands at heavens pearly gates as they open she enters in..... St.Peter smiles and tells her then....is not all mankind full of sin'?...

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April 6th The Messenger Dog of God One day While studying in Rome As a priest I notice a small white dog Staring at me He glances at me Indicating that I am to follow him I get up And follow this strange dog He leads me deep Inside the hidden depths Of the Vatican Finally stopping by a door I open the door And see St Peter...

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Cobbled traces ankle-turn the December night, hobbling church goer's on sleet-covered streets. Lines of warblers rise at the sides, confined side walkers avoid the car play. Wet headed wanderers, at large in the dark, set chill chapped hands to their wind-burned cheeks. Off key, they carol from the quay to the close Three Kings rings out joyous from post to...

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