Church Poems
A Sunshine Bazaar
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A lively church bazaar is on the avenue today,
In the house of the Lord, happy children play,
So much is going on, there is so much to see,
Like many hues flowing, in the house of memory.
Hot lunches and baked goods are here for sale,
Like myriad summer days, vivid blossoms prevail,
Old and young enjoy the raffles and the games,
As sunset going down, its vibrant smile retains.
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In Season (Inspired by Psalm 1)
by Nathaniel Phillips
Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
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Charlotte Angel
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and accord.
I always knew that I would preach, for I had been called in my youth,
To perpetually serve the will of God, while forever speaking His truth.
Like the lush gardens of springtime, are all abloom with fresh purpose,
Spreading joy with their presence, in a gold, green ritual that is ageless.
I lived an exceedingly busy life, doing work that was dear to my heart,
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Stink Eye
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Remember dat look...
She ain’t playin’...
She means business...
When you get to strayin’...
You don’t want da stink eye...
Cuz you know what’s comin’...
If you don’t quiet down...
Yo cheeks will be numbin’...
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Where Beauty Lives
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
source of every grace
alive long before its birth
deep green blooming church
In Season (Inspired by Psalm 1)
by Nathaniel Phillips
Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken
Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor
Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
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Churches by Shalin Sinha
by Shalin Sinha
The silence hums beneath the vaulted sky,
a breath held by stone, too sacred to sigh,
Pews sit empty, ghosts of prayer remain,
echoes whisper where voices once did reign,
The air is thick, like dust on forgotten words,
a stillness that trembles, unseen, unheard,
In this hallowed hush, time dares not bend,
only shadows linger, with no end,
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Stink Eye
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Remember dat look...
She ain’t playin’...
She means business...
When you get to strayin’...
You don’t want da stink eye...
Cuz you know what’s comin’...
If you don’t quiet down...
Yo cheeks will be numbin’...
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Spring Trip to London
by Steven Andreev
The weary winter passed to leave us with nothing but
Estrangement from each other. As I sat in my damp student dorm,
Writing essay on Alienation, alternating between shots of
Tea, vodka and gin, brooding about the last time I saw you alone.
Nothing interrupted my concentrated efforts, besides the sound of
Keyboard under my fingers, until a bird chirped by my window
And awoke me to notice the first carnations of season. I rushed
To my bedroom, grabbed a tweed jacket and ran to train station.
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It's just grape juice.
by Erica Scott
I look into their eyes, so pure, full of life,
and wonder where I lost that will to learn.
I look into their eyes as I read from the book I no longer believe in,
and I can’t help but silently cry.
I don’t want them to see, in case it might be true,
that this book of magic words never helped me through,
that the words of this church did the opposite of what Jesus would do.
And as I weep inside, I see their faces light up with questions
“How could this be true?”
“Jesus,” I say. Everything Jesus.
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