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Brynda E Parker Poem
THERE AIN'T NO PEWS IN HELL
When you gonna come, sinner man?
When you gonna mend your sinful way?
When you gonna change-pray tell?
There ain't no pews in hell!
You ride by the church cussing and fussing
ignoring the church bell
Better come in now
There ain't no pews in hell!
The pews in churches these days
tend to be filled
on Mother's Day and Easter
or when a relative is killed.
Poor sinner
Rich sinner
Better get compelled
Ain't no church
Ain't no salvation
There Ain't No Pews
in Hell
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Brynda E Parker Poem
MS. HATTIE: THE SOUL TOUCHER
Her kindness kindled the soul,
Her sense of dignity and brilliance
Permeated the classroom
Inciting logic and wit
That only a “thinker” could endure
She plunged forth in strident awe as though
Learning about God were all there was to life.
Her smile engulfed the hearts of her students
And evoked an intrigue for enlightenment.
O, the mystery of the Soul Toucher,
How well she proselytized us into believing
that all things were possible to the
“thinker” and the “doer”
She taught with providence
as she subtly glided about our gray matter,
uniting the hemispheres
so as to unite hearts
daring us to become
the sole proprietors of our destinies.
Copyright © BRYNDA E PARKER | Year Posted 2020
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Brynda E Parker Poem
TOUCH MY TEARS, TOUCH MY SOUL
My Tears
overflow my eyelids
stream down my face
from the heart of my soul
A visible expression
of my inner laments and joys
My Tears - my soul liquefied
My Tears - the dictator
and victim of my emotions
Powerful, powerless,
warrant pity, love and trust
My Tears - presently restrained
only to exude later
abundantly
in my moments of solitude
My tears
assuage my sorrows
cause my fears to panic
soothe my pains of happiness
appease my anger
Touch my tears, and you
Touch my soul
Copyright © BRYNDA E PARKER | Year Posted 2020
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