Poem Day #1 and #2

I'm starting with today's poem, because it is far more meaningful.

Since today is Good Friday, I read Jesus' trail and crucifixion according to Matthew.

I was particularly struck by Matthew 27:24-29. When Pilate washes his hands of the affair, the people cry, "His blood shall be on us and on our children!"

What irony there is in this cry, for Christ came to shed his blood for the sins of the world. This poem, although I'm not entirely satisfied with it, is what came from these ponderings.

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Victory Song

All hail him, spit and hit him, King of Jews

‘His blood on us, on us and on our kin!’

is all our cry; his blood is all we choose.

He begs, pathetic fool, that God forgive.

We crucify, and in his death we win!

The work complete; the traitor crushed, we live

- - -

All hail Him raised! And praise Him, King of Jews

‘His blood for us, for stony hearts of sin!’

is all our cry; His blood is all we choose.

The blessed Lord we murdered did forgive.

Christ crucified, and in His death the win!

The work complete; the traitor crushed, we live

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I wrote a poem yesterday, but didn't have time to post.

I was feeling rather uninspired, so I decided to really have fun playing with the unique sounds and rhythms of words, and see where it took me.

I consider it a good warm-up for the rest of the month. You can decide if it's entirely nonsense. ;)

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PRACTICAL REASONING

Misplaced:

a chunk of charismatic chipper

It skittered

like a twisting-flapper-vaulting-flipper

to the gutter

and a solemn Athenatic kick

helped hasten

its descent

Oh la!

A could-have-been of coexistence

down the drain.

The frowning of

the owlish, olive-eating preacher

all of marble

with a brilliant machinatic tick

cannot endure

the presence of

the chipper chasing creature

Have a blessed Good Friday, everyone. Thanks be to God for His incomprehensible gift!