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  • Brother Temperance
    Senior Usher
    True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
    A very nice young man
    True Christian™
    • Sep 2006
    • 15621

    #16
    Re: The Poetasters' Korner

    Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
    Now THAT is a poem I can understand.
    Another from the same period:
    Heathens - Waste their lives
    Heathens - Make Jesus cry
    Heathens - Listen to the Hives
    Heathens - They must all die.
    O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



    God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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    • Pastor Ezekiel
      Putting the "stud" back in Bible Study
       
      • Sep 2006
      • 78552

      #17
      Re: The Poetasters' Korner

      Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
      Another from the same period:
      Heathens - Waste their lives
      Heathens - Make Jesus cry
      Heathens - Listen to the Hives
      Heathens - They must all die.
      PREACH IT BROTHER T!!!
      Who Will Jesus Damn?

      Here is a partial list from just a few scripture verses:

      Hypocrites (Matthew 24:51), The Unforgiving (Mark 11:26), Homosexuals (Romans 1:26, 27), Fornicators (Romans 1:29), The Wicked (Romans 1:29), The Covetous (Romans 1:29), The Malicious (Romans 1:29), The Envious (Romans 1:29), Murderers (Romans 1:29), The Deceitful (Romans 1:29), Backbiters (Romans 1:30), Haters of God (Romans 1:30), The Despiteful (Romans 1:30), The Proud (Romans 1:30), Boasters (Romans 1:30), Inventors of evil (Romans 1:30), Disobedient to parents (Romans 1:30), Covenant breakers (Romans 1:31), The Unmerciful (Romans 1:31), The Implacable (Romans 1:31), The Unrighteous (1Corinthians 6:9), Idolaters (1Corinthians 6:9), Adulterers (1Corinthians 6:9), The Effeminate (1Corinthians 6:9), Thieves (1Corinthians 6:10), Drunkards (1Corinthians 6:10), Reviler (1Corinthians 6:10), Extortioners (1Corinthians 6:10), The Fearful (Revelation 21:8), The Unbelieving (Revelation 21:8), The Abominable (Revelation 21:8), Whoremongers (Revelation 21:8), Sorcerers (Revelation 21:8), All Liars (Revelation 21:8)

      Need Pastoral Advice? Contact me privately at PastorEzekiel@landoverbaptist.net TODAY!!

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      • Brother Temperance
        Senior Usher
        True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
        A very nice young man
        True Christian™
        • Sep 2006
        • 15621

        #18
        Re: The Poetasters' Korner

        Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
        PREACH IT BROTHER T!!!
        My final poetical offering for the day is a poem written by the CATLICK Archbishop Saric of Sarajevo, written in 1941 in praise of the local fascist dictator, Pavelic:
        Against the greedy Jews with all their money,
        who wanted to sell our souls,
        betray our names
        those miserable ones.

        You are the rock on which rests
        homeland and freedom in one
        Protect our lives from hell,
        from Marxism and Bolshevism.

        For Mary-worshipper writing, it's not bad at all.
        O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



        God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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        • Pastor Rune Enoe
          Apostle of the North
           
          • Sep 2006
          • 11679

          #19
          Re: The Poetasters' Korner

          Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
          Another from the same period:
          Those were the days. I even wrote one myself:

          From Europe to our Yankee friends:
          Hail to the fight that never ends.
          We'll fight the evil axis powers;
          We'll kill their gods and give them ours.
          We'll fight for red and white and blue
          For you and you and W.
          A wise man’s heart inclines him to the right, but a fool’s heart to the left. (Ecclesiastes 10:2)

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          • Poetic Peter
            Christian Poet Emeritus
            Forum Member
            • Nov 2006
            • 1696

            #20
            Re: The Poetasters' Korner

            Excellent! All!


            A challenge:

            Someone Scriptural,
            please select and paste to this thread
            some beautifully wrathful passage from the Old Testament.

            And from this text, we Poets shall, each one,
            make her or his poem in homage of the text,
            in whatever Godly form may be inspired as best.

            We shall criticize these poems on technical (Godly) points.

            All who attempt to meet this poetasty challenge shall succeed!

            Or go to... pot!
            (please pardon the bad word)

            Cheers from
            Peter
            author of that children's classic,
            "Brownie Mousie"

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            • Pastor Al E Pistle
              Christ's Cōnsiliārius
               
              • Sep 2006
              • 9323

              #21
              Re: The Poetasters' Korner

              Psalm 58

              1Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
              2Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
              3The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
              4Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
              5Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
              6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
              7Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
              8As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
              9Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
              10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
              11So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
              Emeritus Professor of the Christ Jesus Chair of Theology at Landover Baptist University.
              "God loves you. Let us arrange for you to meet Him".
              Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth.--Psalms 58:6


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              • Poetic Peter
                Christian Poet Emeritus
                Forum Member
                • Nov 2006
                • 1696

                #22
                Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                Fine!

                OK, Poets, just so you know, you may reline this already-perfect poetry above,

                or you may condense, or emplace alternate metaphor; as to "update" (as if -that- were needed).

                Fifty Godly Points for the best haiku version.
                Negative fifty points for the worst Limerick form.

                Ballad form is suggested for those Poets in Love with this Word.

                Or, simple narrative form--that's allowed.

                Neatness counts toward your soul's chances,
                along with snowballs in hell if you "f" fup.

                Peter
                prefect

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                • Pastor Al E Pistle
                  Christ's Cōnsiliārius
                   
                  • Sep 2006
                  • 9323

                  #23
                  Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                  I KNEW I recognized that horrid jap haiku in your work!
                  Emeritus Professor of the Christ Jesus Chair of Theology at Landover Baptist University.
                  "God loves you. Let us arrange for you to meet Him".
                  Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth.--Psalms 58:6


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                  • Daisy Mae Johnson
                    The Future Mrs. Ezekiel Flint
                    Voted Best Pies in Freehold 10 Years Running
                    aka the Biblethumpin Blonde
                    True Christian™
                    • Sep 2006
                    • 15708

                    #24
                    Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                    My love for you is like diarrhea




                    I just can't hold it in

                    A poem of Love, by Sister Thumper
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                    Tweet me Here
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                    • Poetic Peter
                      Christian Poet Emeritus
                      Forum Member
                      • Nov 2006
                      • 1696

                      #25
                      Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                      No haiku in my work; no squint here.
                      It was encouragement for the Limey at

                      "Greetings, poetical Christianicles!"

                      Originally posted by Brother Temperance View Post
                      <snip>

                      Although I hate all
                      Japs, I still find haikus to
                      Be somewhat pleasing.

                      <snap>
                      Not a bad quasi-verse in itself; nearly epigrammatic,
                      I daresay, haw haw



                      Peter
                      haw-haw ing
                      like a lord

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                      • Pastor Al E Pistle
                        Christ's Cōnsiliārius
                         
                        • Sep 2006
                        • 9323

                        #26
                        Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                        Originally posted by Poetic Peter View Post
                        No haiku in my work; no squint here.
                        It was encouragement for the Limey at

                        "Greetings, poetical Christianicles!"



                        Not a bad quasi-verse in itself; nearly epigrammatic,
                        I daresay, haw haw



                        Peter
                        haw-haw ing
                        like a lord
                        Obviously a Brit. No one else would understand that reference.
                        Emeritus Professor of the Christ Jesus Chair of Theology at Landover Baptist University.
                        "God loves you. Let us arrange for you to meet Him".
                        Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth.--Psalms 58:6


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                        • Brother Temperance
                          Senior Usher
                          True Christian™ missionary to the Unsaved Kingdom
                          A very nice young man
                          True Christian™
                          • Sep 2006
                          • 15621

                          #27
                          Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                          Originally posted by Pastor Al E Pistle View Post
                          Psalm 58

                          1Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
                          2Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
                          3The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
                          4Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
                          5Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
                          6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
                          7Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
                          8As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
                          9Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
                          10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
                          11So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
                          Hmmm...
                          Break their teeth O LORD, break their teeth O LORD, before your pots can feel the thorns, break their teeth O LORD.
                          Melt their snails O LORD, melt their snails O LORD, before your pots can feel the thorns, melt their snails and melt their snails and break their teeth O LORD.
                          Cut their bows O LORD, cut their bows O LORD, before your pots can feel the thorns, cut their bows and melt their snails and break their teeth O LORD.
                          Wash our feet in their blood and weigh the violence of their hands and estrange their souls from the wombs before your pots can feel the thorns, and BREAK THEIR TEETH O LORD!
                          O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.



                          God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.

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                          • Poetic Peter
                            Christian Poet Emeritus
                            Forum Member
                            • Nov 2006
                            • 1696

                            #28
                            Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                            Amazingly good. I've very little to criticize of your adaptation.
                            Admirable restraint. Great rhythms going on in there.
                            Line breaks--might do with some rethought.

                            Would cherish an audio reading.
                            Poetry is most definitely an oral tradition.
                            (no Oral Roberts jokes please).

                            I've yet to start my poem.
                            Having read yours, I'll admit to being cowed!
                            Your poem is so good, that if mine isn't,
                            it'll look awful sucky by comparison.

                            In meditation,


                            Peter

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                            • Poetic Peter
                              Christian Poet Emeritus
                              Forum Member
                              • Nov 2006
                              • 1696

                              #29
                              Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                              Originally posted by BibleThumpinBlonde View Post
                              My love for you is like diarrhea




                              I just can't hold it in

                              A poem of Love, by Sister Thumper
                              Great poetry (and humor poetry is eligible) begins with a concept.
                              Sister, you have a concept worthy of a Caroll. If you happen to
                              be twelve? You'd be worthy to Mr. Caroll.

                              Line breaks:
                              avoid similes, "like", in particular
                              (exceptions can be made, bend over
                              flexible rules)

                              But for such a short--such a bon mot, "like" is pedestrian.
                              Consider too, that diarrhea is prosaic.
                              Roll the sound of diarrehea and then savor a more beautiful word:
                              dysentary. This might be the better way to work up the poem.

                              Look for sonics, look for graces. Dyssennntarrryyyy.

                              That's a musical word! Not only that, it has great connotations
                              as an illness annihilating millions of third-word mudders every year!.

                              Verrrry crude idea for you to consider,
                              it's just perspective. But your poem is too good a concept
                              to just let it go without revision.

                              Something along this line--sketched roughly, mind you:

                              Love, you are a dysentary
                              I drink salted fluids to restore
                              electrolytes to balance
                              when your surges bring on purges.



                              Thank you for standing at the Korner.
                              Many are they who do admire you.


                              Petter

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                              • Poetic Peter
                                Christian Poet Emeritus
                                Forum Member
                                • Nov 2006
                                • 1696

                                #30
                                Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                                Originally posted by Pastor Al E Pistle View Post
                                Psalm 58

                                1Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
                                2Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
                                3The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
                                4Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
                                5Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
                                6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
                                7Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
                                8As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
                                9Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
                                10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
                                11So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.
                                Just a tad; mine is bad.
                                Wishing for a cyclone
                                to drop a House of God upon it:


                                _________________________


                                1 Do you speak of truths terrific?
                                Do you judge your fellow mystics?
                                O wicked sons of men.

                                Your hearts are pebbles in a rabble;
                                you'd create another cabal,

                                if you only had some brains.


                                2 The wicked wander wombless,
                                homeless souls--tend to go roomless,
                                then they bugger off astray,

                                snaking lies as hip-hop adders;
                                as if tar patter really matters.
                                (sigh)
                                If they only had some brains.


                                3 Who will heed the songs of charmers ?
                                those unwise ones, the disarmers:
                                demoncrats of present days.

                                Break their teeth with heavy mallets.
                                Laze some lions beneath their pallets.

                                Lions like a little brain.



                                __________________



                                gnash, grinnnd
                                (my gears just stripped)



                                Peter

                                pawls
                                and ratchets Mary
                                Last edited by Poetic Peter; 11-18-2006, 12:48 PM.

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