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Take your sauce, dip or dressing of choice Bring your North, South, East or West We've all come to His table from somewhere And we'll share the same feast nonetheless
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:41 PM UTC
Feast
Without bloatedness and drunkenness Without limits of time, space, and matter Without gluttony, nor appetite, nor necessity You shall feed for the purest pleasures On food angels will discard their wings for And be mortal men for a sight and a whiff Thus man was made eating and drinking The unseen universal sign of communion
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Eucharist
(A realization of otherness) Frenzied shaking has taken my soul I am crushed by the burning of gold-brined teeth My unclean lips draw back in a grimace As I rest my head against the beam of Some ragged torture device and get Splinters driven into my constricting scalp Take a spike and drive it through my temple Into this piece of time-worn timber which Is saturated with skin flakes from my victims (The reception of the sacrament) Shall I not raise my filth-clotted hands up to This presence which is like smoke and fills My lungs with the kind of fear true power brings? Let there be flesh to envelop my quaking body Let it be caught between my teeth and drape My skin in a new raiment of priesthood Let there be hematic torrents rushing down To clean out the wounds and make them imperishable To be better drink from well-dug cisterns
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May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
Swallow Wrath | Spit Hell
Our Holy Communion of Words you wrest my words away, with tongue and teeth, running their sounds out with your soft tonguing, gentling their enunciated freedom to float airborne, but not before, your teeth hone them sharper, wiser, better, before freeing the letters for life eternal rebirthing, swapping, warping words, into a a holy communion then with thy lips closing after them, wishing them godspeed, safe travels to yet another’s eye imbibing, until released once more, traveling from souls you likely never to meet, embrace, greet, but to whom you have formed a direct intangible tangling, shared wafered words, a holy communion But yours, your words, *gut punch me, how could you know, where/\were you there beside me when in darkened hours the sun shone brightly, illuminating with bent light our crevices and our crevasses, your, words, written, stun me into crazy, as if you were within my interior a cacophony exposed for all to hear, my grunts & oofs, visceral, too real, and my actual tears cascade unfiltered into the cup of our tangible entangling, salted & starry* our holiest communion yet! ~~~~~~~~ Fri Feb 9, 10:00pm~10:30pm
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
Our Holy Communion of Words
In sanguine devotion I give this body for your consumption until my river runs dry until my soil grows barren until my sky turns ashen until my blaze fades to ember
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Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
Sacred Communion🌙
So we made love and flew up into the sky Where the clouds caressed our shimmering bodies and the stars welcomed us home. There we stayed, resting... In silent ecstasy as the universe pulsated with the heartbeat of every soul Not a sound was heard As celestial bodies moved in silent ancient accord... "It is time," We said... at long last "To return to that place from long ago Where all is not as it should be Where confusion holds And fear abides." "We must return there, To walk amongst those who would know the truth And tell them of the beauty behind the veil."
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Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 12:25 PM UTC
Celestial union
Water to wine and wine to precious blood The Lord transfigures; taken at the flood,     The dregs of outrageous fortune, once imbibed, Will be like compost to a growing bud.   So, drink and happy be, for all is well In Paradise, where living waters swell     The stilly stream by quiet pastures green, And sheep in peace and pleasant weather dwell.
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Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 6:15 PM UTC
Rubáiyát
God said, come now and let us mystery together, fire and phoenix together, rhythm together, step together, be danced and held together.   Let us rest in my meadow, feast to our pleasure and pour to our brimful altogether. Come let us be here together.
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Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
Come now
Thursday Night Body-blood wafers-wine, praises turned crucifixion, a mother's milk gone sour to boil its lamb son alive. We lament, and remember (upon this Thursday night) the actual retail price paid, the victory won from defeat. James E. Roethlein ©2021
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Thursday Night
Breakfast for two is true communion. Twin mugs full plates the disshelved kitchen My one yolk eyes me; its sunny stare brightens the awkward lack of intimacy. Sipping orange juice in lieu of the morning after, the passing closeness a treasure all its own.
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
Sipping Orange Juice
I love *** because it made me
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
***
Corona by Michael R. Burch There was a moment   without the sound of trumpets or a shining light,     but with only silence and darkness and a cool mist       felt more than seen.       I was eighteen,     my heart pounding wildly within me like a fist.   Expectation hung like a cry in the night, and your eyes shone like the corona of a comet. There was an instant . . .   without words, but with a deeper communion,     as clothing first, then inhibitions fell;       liquidly our lips met       —feverish, wet—     forgotten, the tales of heaven and hell,   in the immediacy of our fumbling union . . . when the rest of the world became distant. Then the only light was the moon on the rise, and the only sound, the communion of sighs. With all the understandable gloom, doom and despair over the coronavirus, I was reminded of this early poem of mine that used the term "corona" in a much more positive light. I wrote this poem around age 18 and it has been published by Grassroots Poetry and Poetry Webring. Keywords/Tags: Corona, coronavirus, touch, union, communion, sighs, expectation, unity, trumpets, heart, pounding, *** arousal, union, ecstasy, consummation, consecration, omen, comet, shooting star, talisman, moonrise, moon rising
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Corona
Primal worship Eyes dilate Senses still Time slows Anticipation builds (b---r---e---a---t---h---e) Whispered prayers on the neck's nape A pilgrim's trail .d ...o .....w .......n ........t .......o .....t ....h ......e Well of your soul And hungrily consumed Communion from your chalice A spontaneous supplication at your sacred sacellum
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
Body of Worship
Oops, I've sprung a leak. Eyes stare on in disbelief while the soul seeps; loose fluids leave. The high is passed the peak. Senses ascend to heaven and hear Myself speak. The body is numb. Arriving to find passion is gone. Self-destruction to atone.
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Oops
Isn’t it incredible? How i fall in love With a different thing Every day. Yesterday, it was your laugh. Today, it is your memory. And tomorrow maybe, Just maybe, It would be our communion; Beyond the shackles of worldly ordeal.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Ordeal
Stop Sit Rest Share bread Drink wine Remember together And celebrate - Because - I'm - coming.
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
Eu-cha-rist (you can rest)
The mask of confession reveals nothing compared to the truth within the worth of the wait in the crack of the joke on the breath of the embrace of a friend beneath a shared blanket on an autumn morning seeking a closer communion.
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
Confession. Communion.
Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
indubitably
You let me hunger so that I starve for You- without You, die. You let me hunger so I know upon my heart You want to sow. You let me hunger so I feel satisfaction when I kneel. You let me hunger so I see priceless Love upon that tree. You let me hunger so I seek Your strength when my will is weak. You let me hunger so my heart knows from it, You'll never part. You let me hunger because You thirst for me to always love You first. Lord, I am hungry. Fill me up with your Flesh-Bread and Life-giving Cup. Lord, I am hungry. Let me starve. Upon my heart Your trademark carve. Lord, I am hungry. Thank you, though. For without hunger I'd never know how much I filled my life with things that dull Your brilliance and make kings of worldly pleasures. Let me crave Your Word alone and help me brave this war of willpower. Pave the way to Your Kingdom for there I'll stay for all eternity if I let You consume me till I die.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
Cafeteria Catholic
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies At First Communion the Flying Squadron of Church Ladies surround the children to: Reprove, reproach, command, censor, chastise, Berate, exhort, implore, upbraid, adjust Chastise, upbraid, embarrass, harangue, rebuke, Enjoin, dictate, direct, require, apprise, Advise, inform, beseech, explain, uphold, Impart, compel, remind, forewarn, correct: Because since Peter’s time, all this is what The Flying Squadrons of Church Ladies do
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Flying Squadron of Church Ladies
You are cyclic like the change of seasons in your reinvention; robust is your passion, a mountain brook that embraces hills plains, fields and ravines without any restriction. Instantly you would imbibe any message, air, wind or water sends through flashes of intimations, nature's child you are, a woman in sync with the moon in your veins and the sun that seeks you from my ***** I only follow the music your heart strings play that in my psyche resonates, every moment, it makes easy navigation in this planet my right. You and I  move through the waves rowing shoulder to shoulder, singing spiritedly barcaroles. The feminine in me is under your tender care, I let my masculine self be in communion with yours, all merging in harmoniously, resulting in  only ONE.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
Our mutual immersion
His words were leavened with love as He shared His last mortal meal. If you listened with care His voice maybe cracked with grief even while His hands were laced with grace as He broke the crust releasing the warmth into the chatter He shared with His friends. And if you watched closely His hands perhaps shook a little as He poured out His full bodied wine intense in its dark flavour infused with fragrance as if ripe for an altared offering. And if you looked into His face you might have seen a sheen in the firelight over the determination to see this through to the last.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
The last