Holier than thou
Not giv’n to pray, they were grey monks
‘Mid the holy band, ole’ Father John
Who was a gansta and wanksta,
Held command with some merry wives
That were healed of un-upright-nesses
Of them was Johanna selle her belle chose
And walke as fresh as is a red rose.
Many ministered unto him their substance.
Such was then pious lusty man of this crowd
This monk possess’d such wond’rous pow’r
To rub out the sin that Satan chalk’d upon
And gave fresh license to start afresh.
Near, in a farm house liv’d this gay dame
Quite clever in throwing a spanner in works
Father John sought the cell ev’ry week
Once a thump at the door, the husband came
Who was dodgy and a nutter
Punished the father with his thick stick.
Till he confessed "no he’d play the priest".
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August 24, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Categories:
walke, dark,
Form: Free verse
When the thunder roar with
A loud angry force
The lightning flash with a keen
Mighty whip
And a violent sweep races over
The land..
And..
The wind sit still
The dogs moan and howl...
And the cats meow with a
Roughness of displeasure
The lightning and thunder humble
With a...
Quietness that sweep over the land
As
A beautiful glow pierce from the
Belly of heaven.
The bells ring out through heaven
Land..
Welcoming his angels to their
New home..
Than..
The water’s spill over
Washing a way the foot prints
Of angels that have walked
Upon this land
The animals all settles and
Weep no more
For they seem the angels caught
Within the glowing light and
Jesus holding their hands
As they
Walke along side Jesus into the
Heavenly light..
Categories:
walke, inspirational, love,
Form: Free verse