#calvin
You may cover the stench with a potpourri—
while you gag, as you finger your rosary.
Sacrosanct nourriture…
or decayed pourriture?
(Other patrons might label it Popery.)
Though the tepidly Protestant matron
of a church that is stagnant and state-run
does not care about Luther,
We’ll bother to truth her
with Calvin or Knox as our patron.
Though the Vatican’s bottomless coffers
make some very un-Lutheran offers,
I would rather talk Tetzel
(with beer and a pretzel)
and drink with the rebels and scoffers.
We forget that the birth of the Kirk
was a vicious, un-Catholic work
One recalls ****** Mary…
and Knox was no faerie.
His doctrine drove Satan berserk.
Many chairmen, deficient in wit
who on flimsy theologies sit
with no justification
hate predestination,
reviling it more than a bit.
Barthelemy (in French: St. Bartholomew)
was unpleasant, as most of the martyrs knew
Roman Catholic correction
or violent deception?
In heaven, they’re getting the overview…
People gag, and then murmur the rosary
seeking solace in incense or potpourri
you must pardon my French
but this damnable stench
smells like nothing so much as like Popery.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
#*One thinks on Calvin heav’n’s own spirit fell;
Another deems him instrument of hell;
If Calvin feel heav’n’s blessing, or its rod,
This cries there is, and that, there is no God.*
Alexander Pope
A transcendental tulip
is blooming in my garden.
Before the petals wither,
before affections harden,
I pray it may diffuse its scent –
so gloriously redolent.
Encouraging the faithful,
it blooms in any weather.
In sunshine or in shadow;
let us, elect, together,
enjoy its sanctifying smell
While warning careless souls of hell.
In Him we stroke the petal
That proves our own depravity
The flower that declares our heart
apart from Christ, a cavity
where only evil may be found
by One who dares our depths to sound.
The second petal beckons
and sings of pure election;
where souls are freely chosen
by God’s divine selection.
(As yet not offered to the masses –
Unto whom His wrath now passes).
Thirdly shines the Limit
of Christ in His atonement:
benefits are thus withheld
in God’s eternal moment.
So let the worldling rant and bluster;
Raging will not dim the luster…
Fourth: shall the fallen Adam
hold out against omniscience?
Will puny human being
Prevail in disobedience?
The Lord on high will hound you down –
His grace to place a golden crown.
Point five unfurls its essence;
as saints arise, and striving
shake off the dust and onward march –
though never quite arriving;
while God empowers to go the distance
Persevering with insistence.
Behold in full the blossom!
In Grace it shines, reflecting;
delighting in God’s wisdom,
the lead to gold perfecting;
Magnanimous floral alchemy
bestowing at last true liberty.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
today my friend's best friend died
and i really empathized with her
Her best friend was
Charming
brave
Affectionate
smart
Lively
gigantic
Versatile
playful
Innocent
silly
Noisy
And he was one of the best, someone whom she could lean on, someone who would cheer her up with a cuddle.
It hurts to lose a dog. A big, furry cream colored friend, with a big loving heart.
It's true that a dog loves you much more than himself. And you could see it in their eyes when you give them food or stroke their bellies.
This fuzzy feeling of friendship will never be forgotten.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
I can't support the smell of fried chicken
or the taste of fries
I can't stand the fizzy drinks
or the muffins or the pies
all this junk food they push down my throat makes me sick
it slowly kills my good taste
it crushes my creativity
it turns me into a big fat pig
I barely remember your smell
only when the night is quiet
and the moon shines in silence
I can recall the taste of Euphoria in your neck
that perfume that used to light this brume
and recharge my lungs
that perfume that I barely remember
but I miss it so much
in the end
all I got left is this disgusting smell of mine
over that sweet fresh fragrance
by Calvin Klein
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I miss you
the way you always knew how to listen
and never left when I told you to
because you knew something was wrong
I miss you
I thought I heard you sigh
but I turned to smile and
it was not you
just my imagination
I need you
Right now
next to me
letting my cry on you
and helping me from getting so
angry
You've been gone for only a year
but the cat has already forgotten your name
I miss you
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC