Religion Poems
II know I need to love my God more
by Aldo Kraas
I know I need to love my God more
Because I feel that
I don't love God enough
I know that in the mornings
I have the blues that I hate
I know that I should be grateful
That I have health
I know that I Iove the sun
I know that I will be happy
When Spring will be here
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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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Human (2/23/2022)
by Leo/Ella Reznikova
I'm neither good nor bad, I am just simply - a goddess.
I am not to be defined by primitive words like that, my existance stands above, stands beyond verbal confinement.
My reason - is not to be understood, unaffected by complexity, I am beyond human understanding. I am just simply on another plane of existance, a different dimension, I AM - the fourth dimension.
So kneel - and bow to my divinity. Pray to the ground on which I choose to walk, and accept Me-
As your absolute.
teach me God, teach him love
by Pilar Moll
you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
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The Stone
by David Lee
Welcome to another millennium
Two thousand years have past
Since the beginnings in Byzantium
We have held steadfast
We hold the immortal secrets
As guardians of the Stone
We act as our faith befits
And to the world are unbeknown
When the world forsook its magic
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II know I need to love my God more
by Aldo Kraas
I know I need to love my God more
Because I feel that
I don't love God enough
I know that in the mornings
I have the blues that I hate
I know that I should be grateful
That I have health
I know that I Iove the sun
I know that I will be happy
When Spring will be here
......
Prophetic Dreams
by John Hughes
I look around for an exit, but the door leads me back to the beginning
In my mind sleep I realize that the Christians have come for me with their knives and claws
They taunt me and laugh at what I have become but they are winning
Why resort to name calling and jeering, why is there death looming
Why do I feel like I’m a morsel of food in Gods jaws
God hates what I do, I listen to the satanic racket and sing along
But I truly believe god would hate me despite any good I do
I would have to serve up my morals and my freedom to him and that’s just wrong
I do just fine by myself, only lesser men should serve the almighty strong
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Burden
by John Hughes
Do people hate the name John because of the connotations of religion and baptism?
When parents name their kids John, do they expect them to be saviors of men, and paragons of religious purpose?
Is it supposed to be a blessed name? A handicap for an emotionally stunted man with no sure aim in life?
Why am I blessed and cursed with the John archetype?
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, I try to be productive every day and live out my dreams but I’m not good enough?
Am I supposed to be a better person, how do you become a better person when you’re in a battle at every turn?
I’m battle scarred, downtrodden all in the name of freedom, is freedom really this hard to grasp?
Can I simply forget my name is John, forget the war and move on with my life?
Call me anything but John, but do I dare to erase my birthright given to me by my father?
I know he wishes I was a noble and God-fearing man, but freedom is so sweet, isn’t it?
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teach me God, teach him love
by Pilar Moll
you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
......
Carlo Acutis 02
by Mario Odekerken
A boy with a gaze full of light,
not confined by his time,
but moved by a greater fire.
Between keyboards and sacraments
he saw no conflict,
only bridges.
His days were simple,
yet filled with a longing
for what does not rust.
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