Tithing Poems | Examples

Entropy

I want someone to snuggle under a blanket with,
to watch TV,
or for fingers to run softly through my hair
while I read, my head in their lap.
I want someone to kiss me goodnight.
And good morning.
Go to work. Pay the bills.
Buy me a gift—just because.

But phones ring, and doors knock,
and emails chime.
Kids scream, and I scream,
Ice cream,
Trucks rumble down the street.

In our marriage, our family, our life,
the closer the walls,
the closer the chaos.
Closed minds, closed doors.

No trips to Bermuda.
No money.
No second honeymoon.
No plan for college, retirement,
or anything in between.
No savings. Just spendings.
Lending but no tithing.

Smaller spaces,
disordered chaos.
Smaller spaces in my head.

Entropy overtakes me.

Violence Sorting

Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.

Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.

Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.

Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.

The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
 
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.

Harvest

Tithing untested talents to tyrants;
Heaving hearts and minds in Humpty dumpsters
With vibrant energy and emotional overload,
As sensible as armadillos playing on a road,
To forge a Nirvana from breathless life.

Maunder not over permanent silence:
So, what are a few children, more or less?
Let not debate impede virtue’s progress:
Free speech is Utopia's enema!

Alone Without You

Mid-summer dreams slip into the heat
 a hazy day, wind streams blow branch and leaf,
    humidity thick and heavy in the air,
    the July sun beating between the clouds there;
a heartbeat resounding on the winds;
    memories lingering, sway in the tempest rising
    cyclonic spinning wrapping around me, tithing,
it's just a thought, a ponderance in time
    of promises spent early on, in prose and rhyme
    while I wait on their return within my prime,
but time only seems to age us, 
    steals away the experiences of youth
    the hopes of what could have been our combined truth;
gone now, lost to the tenacity of what was surplus
    as I wait, lost,  - no longer us
    alone, 
me -
    without you.

Let My People Go

It’s time for me to set God’s people free
In order for the lord to be praised 
Thanking God he raised, me to do his work
So happy for the church 
That he set me to do things his way
That’s why I have to pay
Tithing and offering and communion 
That’s what God wants me to do son
I hope and pray for all the sinners 
Cause God made us winners 
In Jesus name he payed his life on the cross
And for him I’m not at a loss
I am now found so let God’s people be crowned 
Let them be a vessel to fight back towards the tyranny 
With the Holy Spirit who resides in me
Set his people free
I ask you to give me strength, cause without you we’re not on the same wavelength 
For thine is the kingdom and the glory go on to you father
For that my heart became softer 
I asked you into my heart and for that your love will never part
So in Jesus name I pray, this is where I stay
Amen

The Successful Preacher

The successful preacher spoke with a pious tone 
very soothing to the ear. 
Great days are coming .
when all of mankind shall be peaceable and agreeable
and there shall be no more irredeemable souls. 

The church choir stood up and they began to sing like angels and beneath the choir you can hear the rustling of pockets and jingling of change, the snapping and unzipping of handbags, wallets and purses in a very pious tone soothing to the spirit of tithing.

Daily Bread Or Bread Daily

I
Bread has an everyday demanding presence, not daily dough
But daily fare across the miles, across ancient ways and wonders
Built by bread in bellies of slaves and laborers: pyramids and others

II
These days, when I say bread, I think of communion
The first with Abraham, when Melchisadek met him near Mamre
Tithing came naturally to Abraham; Priest without beginning brought bread

III
Then Jesus reminded us that these were Christophanies, heralding Him
"The bread of God is he who comes from heaven to give life to the world"
The Gospel of John (6:33) and again, "I am the Bread of Life" (6:48)

IV
You see, Dear Hearts, beyond the staple, the ordinariness of bread (brown)
You practice: flour, oil, salt must be mixed well; use yeast (my sin upon Him)
You knead. Our need. Wait. Knead. Wait. Start fire. A sacrifice (Complete)

Hymnal Prayer

"Oh blessed my soul, you maketh me whole,
You've opened my door, my soul you restore,
You've given me strength when tithing my tenth.
Praise my countenance, giving me confidence,
You've covered my health, your love I have felt,
The angelic host sang, and harmony rang,
So let me lift my cup, for my prayers are on top,
For within this song, everybody belongs,
Let my praises begin, with this righteous hymn,
To our precious Lord above, 
Spread
Wings your anointing dove."



2019 September 08

Even If I'M Wrong

Some say Heaven 
Is just a myth
While many others
Know it's really lifes greatest gift 

I come to sit in the back pew
Every Sunday at 9
Tithing in hope, in hope I can find
A little bit of pick me up, in this
World that's gone wrong 

So tell me..
What will I lose, even if I'm wrong 
If the good book wasn't written
How would a man atone
And I'll admit I'm a sinner, in this
World full of sin

I can't imagine
Giving up my only son
To have him shed his blood
Even if it's for eternal love

Seems I have all kind of friends
Who say I'm wasting my time
Praying to some fictional guy
But I know hell is compelled to make
Me think that I'm wrong

So tell me..
What will I lose, even if I'm wrong 
If the good book wasn't written
How would a man atone
And I'll admit I'm a sinner, in this
World full of sin

If the good book isn't right
At least I'll live a life
In a way I can hang my hat on
So let me ask you, what do I have to lose
Even if I'm wrong

Live the way you want too
But what will I lose... even if I'm wrong

Backslider

Sin took away your Holy Spirit
Sin took away my Will
Sin took away my Praying
Sin took away my Fasting
Sin took away my Tithing
But Sin could not take away your Word In My Heart

Needy Pastor

The pastor was feeling quite blue,
       Pennies on his plate were few,
       So he gave a blazing rendition
     On the church's tithing tradition
 And the pennies on his plate soon grew.

Tithing

A dime out of every dollar, a penny out of every dime;
I only want My children to give Me what is Mine.
I blessed you with a job, it pays good wages too!
And all I ask you to give Me is the ten percent I am due.

I promised you in My Word, that I would bless your finances,
If only you would put me first in all your circumstances.
If you would acknowledge Me in all of your ways,
Then I will give an increase and bless your remaining days.

If only you will trust Me, and believe what I say;
Then bring your tithe and offering to My house today.
I'll open up the windows of Heaven and you will plainly see,
How to prosper and be successful, and be a blessing to Me.

I am waiting for you,
I am just around the bend.
And when you make one hundred;
Remember, I am only asking for ten!!
             GOD

The Lilies Gave Me Nightmares

My Lover’s heartfelt tithing setting by my bedside looms.
For his comment undermining, gave a gift of Lily blooms,
but the bouquet ever blossoms off intoxicating fumes
and the blunder of my Lover unbeknownst becomes my doom….
What augurs well, perchance foretell! The Lilies shroud my tomb?

So drifting off through slumber soft my summer sloth descends
into the blue, the muddled hue before the black begins
and dreams supreme replaced by screams as Nightmare settles in.
For if I die before I wake, eternity to spend!
I pray my Love, my Soul, to take the lilies back again.

Collaboration Frank H and Cindy

TWILIGHT IS OUR DAWN Collaboration

CINDY LU: 
As evening shades... the day's moment fades.
And I sit with the setting sun... upon his delicate. 
Yet only in brevity, this shimmering upon my soul.
Woe to darkness, scampering about ... 
star's flicker, woo & glamour Yea, 
this dark of night amidst your eloquence. 
This stage before me, with thine eyes mist; 
the new day's dawn of arrival. 
Yet in this moment, I'm captive. 
Evening beckons... and truth delights. 
The heart's tithing... joys divine. 
Awakened within this dream... his delicate fading. 
Shades of gray... the city sirens, the scent of death... 
mourns her neon. 
And as I read...the poet cries the jester laughs... 
the widow dies.

FRANK: 
We awake at twilight...our kind.
Some how... the world seems easier to take...
in translucent hues of crimson...
your alabaster skin...in this light..
looks devoid of sin.

Yes... 'Delicate'...we too...
tears are easier to hide at night.
Yet we'll blunder through... 
for any taste...of night's delights...
to get us through


COLLAB...Cindy Lu Cayton...Frank Herrera.

Enslaved In Love

The monitor beeps,
      With each caged breath,
      And labored heartbeat.

Snow piles in drifts, cars crawl with fear,
      December outside,
      December in here.

Candle wax drips, telling a tale of time,
      If only it were faster,
      Too end this torturous bind.

Bound and broken for far too long,
      Family tithing for misery,
      Hoping for better days, maybe even a song.

Delusions of hope for some selfish needs,
      To reconcile future false void,
      That should be filled with a man's life deeds.

His gaolers break down and frequently have cried,
      Keeping body preserved,
      While essence has long died.

Holding on to mortal coil, waiting for the dawn.
      With spirit eternally withdrawn,
      The total man long gone.

A younger turnkey came asking "What can I do?"
      "Quit crying, go away,
      Let me have my due."

Sunken eyes devoid of light, curdled skin, and feeble bone.
      "You are holding on to nothing."
      The man has long since flown.
      "Everyone dies alone."


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