X Xian Poetry

[junkpoet]

there was a thread a while back for songs...but i lost the thread. anyone have any poems that express x xian ideas?

 

I know it seems more deist...but i like the poem. expresses the joy of staying home on a sunday morning and enjoying nature and the moment.

 

 

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church-

I keep it, staying at Home-

With a Bobolink for a Chorister-

And an Orchard, for a Dome-

 

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice-

I just wear my Wings-

And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,

Our little Sexton-Sings.

 

God preaches, a noted Clergyman-

And the sermon is never long,

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last-

I'm going, all along.

 

emily dickinson

[junkpoet]

Rogation Day: Portrush

I stop to consult my diary and think how queer

That in my day farmers can be sincere

Kneeling in stiff suits, their rough hands

Joi8ned, praying for swaying cornlands,

A big yield, reward for labour, a reply

From the dumb planets and the gaseous sky.

 

Upstairs my hands rip the shoulders

of a kindly lady. Between the unholy boulders

of her thighs I play Moses with my loins.

Below, when the spinning disc stops, coins

flow in Sportsland. Someone has picked the right slot

in the one-armed bandit. I hear the jackpot,

 

And I ejaculate and the girl-friend sighs.

The farmers stand and rub their eyes

For this is a miracle and all the walls are glass.

They can see through the church and up my ass,

And the boy waging his penny in the one-armed thief.

Lord I am lucky: help thou their unbelief.

James Simmons

[Fweethawt]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Jesus is dead

And you will be, too.