Religion Poems
Hell of a Woman
by Frangipani Rhett
I'm a hell of a woman
A lot closer to the devil than Heaven
Burning bridges as I cross them
Winged like a angel but more 666 than 7
At least that's what my parents say...
I can't catch a break
So I'll catch you in the act of lying to my face
I'm wrong even if I'm right
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The Cathedral Builders
by John Ormond
They climbed on sketchy ladders towards God,
with winch and pulley hoisted hewn rock into heaven,
inhabited the sky with hammers,
defied gravity,
deified stone,
took up God's house to meet him,
and came down to their suppers
and small beer,
every night slept, lay with their smelly wives,
quarrelled and cuffed the children,
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Hym To God, My God In My Sickness
by John Donne
Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be made thy music; as I come
I tune the instrument here at the door,
And what I must do then, think here before.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
That this is my south-west discovery,
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Mental Tectonics
by Alex Roth
I
cranial overture delirium denial remarks hues in a silhouette receding in clouds of narcosis surge illumination thrusting toward death blind orgasms of hate pictures devoid of form celluloid marksmanship motorcade waving white womanly gloves ejaculation angels volcanoes surreptitious sex change amphibious pose mushrooming mendacity miracles ivory grace smiles
II
death’s archangel rhymes Akashic verses discarded deeds a decapitated rooster bleeds coagulated brutality creaky dedication a brass statue salutes air is an instrument of breadth knots inside Celtic symbols pagan Christ fornicates under a moon’s dream portent irradiating idiosyncratic destiny rippling in a child’s scream caskets and corpses float atop a murky river
III
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False Religion
by Erica Scott
And as the letters of my name curl beneath your lips,
I hope they burn like vinegar and drip down your chin.
I hope the thought of who I am wraps your skull like the crown of thorns you love to nag about
When you crucify my reputation,
I hope you think of the religion you announce so proud.
Tell me, does Jesus lie to save himself?
Hell of a Woman
by Frangipani Rhett
I'm a hell of a woman
A lot closer to the devil than Heaven
Burning bridges as I cross them
Winged like a angel but more 666 than 7
At least that's what my parents say...
I can't catch a break
So I'll catch you in the act of lying to my face
I'm wrong even if I'm right
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Why I “Left” the Religious Right by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These heretical poems on the subjects of God, religion and Christianity explain why I “left” the Religious Right.
If one screams below,
what the hell is "Above"?
—Michael R. Burch
Religion is regarded by fools as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful. — Seneca, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Bible Libel
by Michael R. Burch
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Prayer Poems by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular.
I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch
I pray tonight
the starry light
might
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THE CREATOR - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Endless in space, living in the eternal motion of Substance, Thou, who wast before the flight of ages, who art impersonal in the three persons of Deity. Spirit present everywhere and indivisible, with no assigned abode and with no cause, whom none could understand as yet, who fills, embraces, creates and preserves everything by the very essence of itself, the One whom we call God.
Though a high intelligence might measure the deep ocean, and count the sands and the rays of planets, for Thee there is no number and no measure; even Spirits of Light, born of Thy Radiance, could not conceive of Thy ways; as soon as the thought dares to lift itself to Thee it is doomed to disappear in thy Greatness, like a moment, passing into eternity.
Thou hast called forth from the abysses of eternity the primordial existence of Chaos; and founded in Thyself this eternity born before the ages. Self-born and radiant, Thou art the light whence all light proceeds. Creating everything in one word, expanding in continually renewed creation, Thou hast been, Thou art, Thou shalt be forever.
Thou containest the chain of beings in Thyself, Thou sustainest it and givest it light. Thou makest the beginning harmonious with the end, and givest life through death. Like streaming and whirling sparks, so are the Suns born from Thee. Like crystals of frost sparkling, moving and shining on a clear frosty morning, so are the stars in the abysses below Thee.
The burning millions of stars stream in the immeasurable space, fulfilling Thy laws, and shedding lifegiving rays. But all these burning torches, and the ardent rocks of crystals, and the boiling hosts of golden waves, and the fiery ether and the totality of all possible shining when compared to Thee will be like night before day.
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Love divine
by Phillip Nine-Mafunga
Songs of love divine
Mellow decibels of beauty and peace
Echoes of mercy in the silent vastness
That bottoms off the mountain cliff of His power
Love, all in songs and psalms epitomized
From the Redeemer's Heavenly Throne
In His love's warm embrace, the redeemed snug!
11 April 2021
Phillip Nine Mafunga
