Quotes about chapel, page 12
Art Encompassed
Michelangelo carved poetry
into purest marble
painted it across ceiling
of adorned Sistine Chapel.
Leonardo Da Vinci
cunningly imprisoned it
within magnetic eyes
of portrait Mona Lisa.
Vincent Van Gogh ground pigment
mixed fresco artistic paint
then splashed poetry upon heaven’s
eternal Starry Starry Night.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dentist Talks Death
Children know by instinct
Adult know by learning
But they prefer to meet danger
Than have toothache
They pray often in chapel
They on the line for confession
But they more tremble
In my waiting room
Whether the pain they can’t stand
Or the powerless time their in my hands
But sometimes they more scared to see me
Than death itself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Small White Coffin.
The mourners come,
Each one set out
Along the way
From chapel door
To where the small
White coffin lies
And preacher stands.
One small red rose
Upon the lid,
To tell of love
And show the grief
Of baby dead
Which lies beneath
The coffin's wood
Which was a tree
And proudly stood
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poem by Terry Collett
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Chapel of Love
She was likely in a drunken daze
when she wed, unknowingly.
A Vegas drive in chapel
Was the spot they did the deed.
Twenty years or so would pass
Ere she would finally see
That when she said "I do" she did,
Albeit witlessly.
Now Janeane has got divorced,
her single life to resume.
It seems nuptials last longer
When you don't know there's a groom!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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hey mister poet
find me a poem
that i will read
this sunday upon
the behest of
our chapel chaplain,
hey mister poet
find me a death
poem to be read
this sunday evening
and mister poet answered
hey lady i will make
a death poem for you
but it shall be read
by me this sunday
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hey Mister Poet Find Me A Death Poem That I Shall Read This Sunday
hey mister poet
find me a poem
that i will read
this sunday upon
the behest of
our chapel chaplain,
hey mister poet
find me a death
poem to be read
this sunday evening
and mister poet answered
hey lady i will make
a death poem for you
but it shall be read
by me this sunday
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know You Live A Very Simple Life
i know my friend that
you live a very simple life out there
waking up in the morning
working in the office
buying food in the market
watch tv
sleep early at night
wake up early again
listen to the morning news
a visit in the chapel
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Wedding at a Funeral
As I pass the names written in stone
Along the foggy, narrow path
Where my destiny lies,
I know I'm not alone.
The ahead whereabouts,
The synagogue,
The only place I know
I actually will belong.
In my own cemetery,
A chapel awaits.
I am now at the gate,
Of what I must embrace.
At a funeral,
But being bound for eternity,
And never looking back,
But forward.
Watching the world end,
But my life just begin.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Oh what fun!
A sudden burst of energy
A galley of girls
In cute skirts
Short shorts
Colorful summer dresses
Pretty purses clutched under their arms
Goggles on their foreheads
Crowding around
The center table
All the excitement
Bending over each other
Images of singing in the chapel
One of them is getting married tomorrow
Ten minutes of laughter
Then they were gone
What fun to be young
Again.......
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poem by Monita Soni
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It's Quiet Now In Kansas
We had Taliban for breakfast
and then bin laden broth
some muslims ripe for dinner
i couldn't get enough
and then some koran crackers
for late night nibblies
we were hungry after dinner
and craved idolatry
next day we ate the holy pope
and while we were in rome
destroyed the sistine chapel
and then we headed home.
Its quiet now in kansas
its quiet on the news
now i really really must insist
i click my magic shoes.
poem by David Keig
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