Thursday, February 4, 2010

wendy hoke's request

kirbeez lead off poem
(i cN't uhcount for line endingz)

THE BLOOD OF MARTYRS

Pray the hours loosen
in somersaults the fascination of combat,

pray gladiators versus
zebras & giraffes versus gladiators,

Christians fighting what?

werewolves . . .

pray the doves over stadiums.



br johnz 1st entree

mother theresa of calcutta was a character of recent mythology
she did not exist
except for in the mind of pathetic dreamers

nor did dorothy day exist
she was a myth unto herself
she was the product of
religious imagination
a distraction from the real

therese of lisieux - a figure created for a comic book series
some obscure french imagist
(or was that a symbolist) brought her
to life momentarily...she is little more than
a picture of rose petals dropping from heaven...she
and her pathetic little way...very very stupid
childish imagination stuff

hildegard - a fiction
catherine of genoa - mythic character -- a shrew
a wench a wild warrior of demented fiction

mother ann seton
mother cabrini
stock characters in a hollywood narrative
about ghosts in the modern day
lurking in the streets of an unlit nation
all of them anthropomorphic distortions

figments all of them
of deluded imaginations
all of them united in the role of loving a god
who does not exist


craig wrote this poem

What can I say
About Saint Genet?

I grew up thinking
That Abraham Lincoln
Was a model worthy
Of emulation, but he

Wasn't as smart
As John Paul Sartre.





gmz gem


Saints
ain't.


picklesworths' limerick

Pronounced juh

There once was a martyr named jh
Who lived east of South Dakota.
His lines were too long,
And he got the gong.
Kirby's imposed Sharia!!!


jh's second pathetic entry
2nd N tree

absurdities abound
at my expense
my whole being sighs
like a saint in a swoon



The Armor of Jesus by stu and well yeah duh jh

The arrows of Satan are many,
he'd put your soul in the grave.
But the armor of Jesus is certain,
it will not fail to save.

So armor yourself with Jesus
and open your heart to his grace.
Should Satan tempt then pierce it,
Christ's heart will take its place.



jh again

saints dally about in infinity


picklesworths' cosmic theological pun
(should be read out loud)

Increments

A saint.
A+ saint.
At sainthood?
Couldn'ta, woulda, should.

Not me yet.
Not yet.
Too hard

To be.
Number 2
In the Trinity
Does saint 4 me.


kirby'z satirical insult
to "what's good for the nation"

UNIVERSAL HEALTHCARE

Pangolins who want to be squirrels
No expense shall be spared on their surgery

Grief counselling for cougars
with Lyme Disease

All-Expenses paid trip to
Connecticut hospitals

Doctors dress as skeletons
Wagging fingers no-no on Fox

Elephant hearts in Africa
Flown in to talk to Dr. Phil

Poachers got my baby

The leaping mechanism of fleas repaired by shoe repairmen

Full employment by .gov

Worms shall do grief counselling
For the baby birds
Shocked at what they've eaten

Democrats shall raise a hullaballoo

As the Saints go marching in
As the Saints go marching in
Democrats shall redistribute
the sexes of hermaphroditic snails,
And squirrels shall be whales,
As the Saints go marching in.

(a la marianne moore)

found doctrine (stu)

The Church
is the congregation
of saints
in which
the Gospel is rightly taught
and
the Sacraments are rightly administered.

- philip melancthon

wbeeezz roaming curiosity of the day

Curious
That the team
Called by the name
Of Saints with a capital S
Hails from a city
Known for sin
Nawlins

It's like
Rome fielding
A team with a name
Like "The Mighty Lutherans"
Slight disconnect
Theological
Nope

8 comments:

Bill Borneman said...

This stuff moves. Truth
thrusts through but awkward
as fat aardvarks
stuck in door jamb

Each word is a tool
to pick up and use

All we have
are these fudgehammers
with which to repair spider's webs

jh said...

are there really such things as fudgehammers
or
did you just make that up

Bill Borneman said...

Aren't real things just as made up
as imaginary ones?

jh said...

i suppose
only
the real things take some doing
whilst the imagined things
just appear in the mind
ain't that the way it is

Kirby Olson said...

Well, no one voted, I think. And we might as well say this contest fizzled.

Thanks for congregating the poems. Saints were meant to die alone.

sally said...

kirby
i vote for your poem

if no one else votes
then i declare you the winner

i can do that
can't i?

br johnz 1st entree
takes a very close second place

jh said...

kirby if sally's vote counts and i think it does
even though she's a little erratic at times
i think her judgement is pretty sound
so that would mean you have two votes
as of noon today
that makes you the LS saint
and i'd like to support you in that

happy st valentines day dude

jh

J said...

Your stuff moves.


Actually, the lutheran-presbyterian sludge moves, in a slightly different manner, like an ice river, with hicks stranded in evangelical rowboats.

Rez ipza loquitur