Socialist Jesus
Revolution is dead,
buried next door to God
I Got his son's autograph,
at the souvenir shop
You can buy him on T-shirts,
and black duffle bags
Pin his sepulchral image,
on white dormitory walls
While rehearsing old prayers
Of old liberalisms brand
From a barging philosophy
In a consecrated ideology
Socialist Jesus
the second coming of '53
He road on a motorcycle
to the front page of history
Helping Amazonian Leopards
and Miners strike in Chile
His Pilate were black suits
from Roman Pax America
Now the noughties have drifted
And our Idealisms floundered
As the corpse of Technicolor
Where the lessons of Viet Nam
Got trimmed in life's exams
There's only the ghost flower
Which our children find value
Barring radicals as a parodies
In Nietzsche, Klien, and Noam Chomsky
Take their words for blind idolatry
Then depose them when mortgages
Don't return student ventures
Socialist Jesus
Destinies catalyst Son
Sheppard bought for the meager
As the mighty ones instrument
He searched across the Atlantic
For the meaning to be free
A renaissance vagabond
Who was a soldier of empathy
Pompous college kids eat him
As the existential messiah
Trending outsider privilege
From pocketbook Marxist cliques
And they'll cut out his picture
and press gang it on a shirt
Sell beer mugs with slogans
Sprouting "Viva La Resistance"
Taking twin shots of tequila
to liquidate soured penitence
While walking aimlessly inept
down the grave of La Habana Vieja
Socialist Jesus
His holy father's mankind
Baptized by an atheist
Smoking cigars in fatigues
He deposed acrid patricians
Fought the underdog hemisphere
from Paraguay to Beijing
Fighting for the everyday underdog
Fanatics deride dead faith
In the Martyrs industry
Watered-down polemics
In attention deficit democracy
They can build their alters
of caricatured superheroes
Practicing their weekend trinity
In Molson, drugs and Doritos
Polishing their Iconoclast figures
Through proselytized mores
Forgetting the millions for one
Who looks cute as a pin up
Socialist Jesus
Your crucified everyday
Where your words have been maimed
For the picture of your fame
You taught us to rise
But all we did was sigh
Now your a mythical hero
To a generation of souls zero
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Asian Jesus, atheist Jesus,
female Jesus, poor Jesus,
jobless Jesus, prison Jesus,
homeless Jesus, illegal immigrant Jesus?
dog Jesus, cat Jesus,
baby in a dumpster Jesus,
addict Jesus, old Jesus?
gay Jesus, union Jesus,
hungry Jesus, foreign Jesus?
bumming a cup of coffee Jesus?
brother Jesus, sister Jesus?
just bombed Jesus,
food stamp Jesus?
how many bodies? how many crosses?
you tell me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Premier and the Socialist
The Premier and the Socialist
Were walking through the State:
They wept to see the Savings Bank
Such funds accumulate.
"If these were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be great."
"If three financial amateurs
Controlled them for a year,
Do you suppose," the Premier said,
"That they would get them clear?"
"I think so," said the Socialist;
"They would -- or very near!"
"If we should try to raise some cash
On assets of our own,
Do you suppose," the Premier said,
"That we could float a loan?"
"I doubt it," said the Socialist,
And groaned a doleful groan.
"Oh, Savings, come and walk with us!"
The Premier did entreat;
"A little walk, a little talk,
Away from Barrack Street;
My Socialistic friend will guide
Your inexperienced feet."
"We do not think," the Savings said,
"A socialistic crank,
Although he chance just now to hold
A legislative rank,
Can teach experienced Banking men
The way to run a Bank."
The Premier and the Socialist
They passed an Act or so
To take the little Savings out
And let them have a blow.
"We'll teach the Banks," the Premier said,
"The way to run the show.
"There's Tom Waddell -- in Bank finance
Can show them what is what.
I used to prove not long ago
His Estimates were rot.
But that -- like many other things --
I've recently forgot.
"Advances on a dried-out farm
Are what we chiefly need,
And loaned to friends of Ms.L.A.
Are very good, indeed,
See how the back-block Cockatoos
Are rolling up to feed."
"But not on us," the Savings cried,
Falling a little flat,
"We didn't think a man like you
Would do a thing like that;
For most of us are very small,
And none of us are fat."
"This haughty tone," the Premier said,
"Is not the proper line;
Before I'd be dictated to
My billet I'd resign!"
"How brightly," said the Socialist,
"Those little sovereigns shine."
The Premier and the Socialist
They had their bit of fun;
They tried to call the Savings back
But answer came there none,
Because the back-block Cockatoos
Had eaten every one.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Jesus was the first socialist, the first to seek a better life for mankind.
quote by Mikhail Gorbachev
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Today... 'Jesus of Nazareth
The Prophet they put to death
was Jesus of Nazareth.
For they had Him crucified
and upon the cross He died.
Then Jesus of Nazareth
Cried "Forgive" with His last breath
And then bowing His head
Entered the realms of the dead
But Jesus of Nazareth
then burst through the gates of Death
For He was the Promised One
God's Only Belovèd Son.
Now Jesus of Nazareth
has conquered Sin and Death.
He has risen from the grave
with power and might to save.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Especially for my father it was a great change. He used to be a socialist and even a member of the socialist party. But then he became an orthodox Jew.
quote by Leon Askin
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Messianic Judaism Affirms Holy Trinity
true worship is sincerity of believers
Messianic Judaism is what at core beliefs?
to Judaism and Islamism idolatrous
Messianic Judaism the Holy Trinity affirms
God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit
are the same Divinity; Judaism Islamism not
Messianic Judaism Jesus is Messiah affirms
Jesus is the Jewish Messiah and God
Jesus Yeshua is Divinity God the Son
Jesus is human-born of the Spirit of God
Judaism Islamism both affirm Jesus is not
Messianic Judaism Holy Spirit affirms
The third person of the Trinity is Holy Spirit
'Spirit' is proclaimed as co-creator with God Genesis 1: 2.
Holy Spirit was active inspiring prophets I Sam 19: 23-24, II Sam.23: 1-3.
Holy Spirit will fall upon whoever God wills
Holy Spirit was dove at baptism of Jesus Matt 3: 16.
Holy Spirit of God was the giver of tongues Acts 2.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Jesus In Messianic Judaism’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: The Name of Jesus…
The name of Jesus gives us grace anew;
The name of Jesus cures minds of evils;
The name of Jesus portrays divine view;
The name of Jesus drives away devils.
The name of Jesus works great miracles;
The name of Jesus brings solace to all;
The name of Jesus flashes parables;
The name of Jesus makes a clarion call!
The name of Jesus wards off dangers great;
The name of Jesus acts like holy knives!
The name of Jesus changes sad a fate;
The name of Jesus saves all sinners’ lives.
The name of Jesus will convert a soul;
The name of Jesus leads souls to God’s goal!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-5-2006
poem by John Celes
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Moulded or transfigured?
Get up, got to work, go home, go to bed,
Or "Life more abundantly" Jesus said.
The world tries to mould us into its way,
But "Come to me" we hear Jesus say.
He turns the things of the world on its head
giving us a brand new outlook instead.
No longer conformed to this world and its' way
But being transformed by Jesus every day.
A Capitalist, a Socialist and a Poet
A Capitalist, a Socialist and a Poet
Capitalist: What profit's there to be made?
Socialist: And how the workers will get paid?
Poet: Forget potatoes and your stocks,
The beauty's in the shining locks
Of my sweet darling-there she is-
An angel gliding through the breeze.
Capitalist: That's fine and dandy. What's the price
Of that sweet bosom and those eyes?
What is the bottom line, my friend?
Socialist: This dreamy nonsense has to end-
With millions walking unemployed,
What beauty's there to enjoy?
Poet: And in the starlight late at night
I see my lady burning bright,
And that is all I really need-
No public good or private greed-
I want my freedom just to be
Away from life's banality.
Capitalist: Good luck, my friend, but then again
You could've been a richer man.
Socialist: And while your comrades starve and hurt,
All you can think of is some flirt,
Who steals men's wallets and their hearts,
While you pursue your foolish art.
Poet: Foolish or not, and who decides
What to extol or to deride,
What we imagine, what we seem,
What we aspire to and dream?
And do we know who we are
Beyond some house or a car,
Beyond our jobs, beyond this life
That starts at nine and ends at five?
Capitalist: You could, my friend, be self-employed.
Socialist: Or one of many unemployed.
Poet: I find my meaning in my art,
While beauty lies within the heart
And shared equally with all,
Igniting passion in the soul,
Beyond appearances and lies,
Beyond demand, beyond supply,
Beyond your wealth or state control-
Mine is the freedom of the soul
To love and dream and to behold
The beauty of the natural world.
Not to despise, and not to claim
To have some answers to your game
Of rich and poor - it's all the same -
I want to live before I die
My life - not someone else's lies.
October 2,2009
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Jesus's Job!
you took Jesus's job,
and sent it overseas...
always thinking of the bottom line.
and now his benefits
have run out!
you've got an angry
Jesus with a gun,
and a hungry family,
on the streets.
black Jesus, white Jesus,
brown Jesus, red Jesus...
it dont matter,
take your pick...
he's standing in your doorway!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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American Jesus (live)
I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz I'm not that nationality,
I'm a member of a growing populace,
we enforced our popularity
Then it seemed to be a fire burning
and there are things that drag us down,
but there's a power and a vital presence
that's lurking all around
we've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate,
we've got the American Jesus
he helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
'cuz so few live in the U.S.A,
at least the foreigners can copy our morality,
they can visit but they cannot stay,
only precious few can garner our prosperity,
and it makes us walk with confidence,
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
we've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the American Jesus
overwhelming millions everyday
he's the farmer barren fields,
the force the army wields,
the expressions in the faces
of the starving children,
the power of the man.
the fuel that drives the clan,
the vengeance and the motive
of the murderer
he's the preacher on TV,
the false sincerity,
the form letters that written by
the big computers,
he's the nuclear bombs,
and the kids with no moms
and I'm fearful that
he's inside me.
We've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
see him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
overwhelming millions everyday, Yeah!
One nation under God (8x)
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Jesus Christ: A Philosophy Of Enlightenment
Jesus Of Nazareth lead no armies in conquest
slaughtered no enemies with blood red hands
conquered no border sovereign nations in wars
declared my kingdom is no part of this world
Jesus Christ raised the dead cast out demons
healed the blind preformed many miracles
awaited birth ministry death and resurrection
Who is this Jewish Yeshua the famous Jesus Christ?
Is Jesus Of Nazareth the promised Messiah of Israel?
Is Jesus Christ the Son of God as his disciples claimed?
Did the word become flesh incarnate die for our sins?
After approximately two thousand years still worshipped?
Was Jesus God willingly born manifest in human form?
How can one God be a Holy Trinity three unique persons?
Were multiple messianic prophecies fulfilled by Jesus Christ?
If Jesus is God why would he willingly die a horrible death?
If Jesus died on a criminal cross then how was he resurrected?
Is Jesus the only king who will rule his kingdom for eternity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The man who is not a socialist at twenty has no heart, but if he is still a socialist at forty he has no head.
quote by Aristide Briand
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I Am
He spoke, “I am who I am”, Said the Creator of all men.
Yes, He is the very Word, that all have read and heard.
Jesus Christ is God, friend; the Beginning and The End.
Jesus said about Abraham, “before he was born, I am! ”
“I Am the Bread of Life”, were the words of Jesus Christ.
The true manna from above, sent by the Father’s Love.
He said “I am the Living Bread”, giving life to the dead.
I’m God’s and He is mine, in Christ’s love that is divine.
Jesus said “I am The Light”, to draw men from the night.
The Light of the world friend; The Light that has no end.
You’ll be in dark no more, as you follow Christ as Lord.
Christ said ”I am the vine”, and in Christ we must abide.
Jesus said “I am The Way”, and that’s what He is today.
The Way, Truth and the Life; found only in Jesus Christ.
Come, for “I Am the Door”, were the words of The Lord.
The Only Door to Eternal Life, is The Son Jesus Christ.
“I am The Good Shepherd”, and Savior of the wayward.
Even many that are scattered, by Jesus will be gathered.
“I am The Resurrection”; Christ is hope for every nation.
His victory over the grave, gives hope to those He saves.
He is all this and much more, if you know Christ as Lord.
The Alpha and Omega friend, the beginning and the end.
Just believe in Jesus Christ, and you receive Eternal Life.
What He said don’t dismiss, for He is, who He said He is.
09/2005
Memories
'The eradication of memories of the Great War. -SOCIALIST GOVERNMENT ORGAN
The Socialist Government speaks:
THOUGH all the Dead were all forgot
And razed were every tomb,
The Worm-the Worm that dieth not
Compels Us to our doom.
Though all which once was England stands
Subservient to Our will,
The Dead of whom we washed Our hands,
They have observance still.
We laid no finger to Their load.
We multiplied Their woes.
We used Their dearly-opened road
To traffic with Their foes:
And yet to Them men turn their eyes,
To Them are vows renewed
Of Faith, Obedience, Sacrifice,
Honour and Fortitude!
Which things must perish. But Our hour
Comes not by staves or swords
So much as, subtly, through the power
Of small corroding words.
No need to make the plot more plain
By any open thrust;
But-see Their memory is slain
Long ere Their bones are dust!
Wisely, but yearly, filch some wreath-
Lay some proud rite aside-
And daily tarnish with Our breath
The ends for which They died.
Distract, deride, decry, confuse-
(Or-if it serves Us-pray!)
So presently We break the use
And meaning of Their day!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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New Guinea
I SAW them as they were born,
Erect and fearless and free,
Facing the sun and the wind
Of the hills and the sea.
I saw them naked, superb,
Like the Greeks long ago,
With shield and spear and arrow
Ready to strike and throw.
I saw them as they were made
By the Christianizing crows,
Blinking, stupid, clumsy,
In their greasy ill-cut clothes:
I heard their gibbering cant,
And they sung those hymns that smell
Of poor souls besotted, degraded
With the fear of 'God' and 'Hell.'
And I thought if Jesus could see them,
He who loved the freedom, the light,
And loathed those who compassed heaven
And earth for one proselyte,
To make him, etcetera, etcetera, —
Then this sight, as on me or you,
Would act on him like an emetic,
And he'd have to go off and spue.
O Jesus, O man of the People,
Who died to abolish all this —
The Pharisee rank and respectable,
The Scribe and the scabrous Priest —
O Jesus, O sacred Socialist,
You would die again of shame,
If you were alive and could see
What things are done in your Name.
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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The Socialist And The Suffragist
Said the Socialist to the Suffragist:
'My cause is greater than yours!
You only work for a Special Class,
We work for the gain of the General Mass,
Which every good ensures!'
Said the Suffragist to the Socialist:
'You underrate my Cause!
While women remain a Subject Class,
You never can move the General Mass,
With your Economic Laws!'
Said the Socialist to the Suffragist:
'You misinterpret facts!
There is no room for doubt or schism
In Economic Determinism–
It governs all our acts!'
Said the Suffragist to the Socialist:
'You men will always find
That this old world will never move
More swiftly in its ancient groove
While women stay behind! '
'A lifted world lifts women up,'
The Socialist explained.
'You cannot lift the world at all
While half of it is kept so small,'
The Suffragist maintained.
The world awoke, and tartly spoke:
'Your work is all the same:
Work together or work apart,
Work, each of you, with all your heart–
Just get into the game!'
poem by Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman
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The Fable Of Jesus
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his own tribe, as a trainee carpenter he was
lousy couldn’t even make a simple bookshelf, they kidded him for that.
Jesus took umbrage and criticized the roman clinging priests.
He took to hanging out with a group of radicals of the day and since
he was good with words he soon became their leader.
There were a few groupies circling around his association, like Magdalena,
but they were for sexual enjoyment and not taken seriously.
Being admired by his flock Jesus thought he could take on the church and
the roman establishment, like when he chased money lenders out of
the temple. He was wrong. When they mocked him and crowded him
a king, he thought the people would come to save him.
Crucified, but women came to his rescue, healed his wounds and
sent him to France, where he took the name of Pierre.
He and his mistress, the despised tart Magdalene, had seven children
and he ended his days as a much respected goldsmith.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Motel Sex (and The Filthy Socialist Pig)
It used to be that capitalists
were often called bad names.
Now Strauss-Kahn, the Socialist
Has had his walk of shame.
This strong and strident Socialist
Clad in his birthday suit,
Trapped a maid at his hotel
and dashed in hot pursuit.
He forced the young black immigrant
to get down on her knees.
He grabbed her hair within his fist
and made sure that he was pleased.
The suite where the assault occurred
goes for megabucks a night.
Shouldn’t a strident Socialist
use Motel Six by right?
Of course they’d be no mini bar-
just a dresser, bed and chair.
The chambermaid is eighty
and her looks don’t rate a stare.
It’s true she won’t do windows,
and her figure rates a yawn
But she probably won’t report him
And she’s leaving the lights on.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Believe In Jesus
Ran into mother mary down on line
Street in l.a.
She was preaching the gospel
She was singing how jesus saves
When a crowd of passing tourists
Looked to see what they could see
You know before they know it she had
Them all down on their knees
I believe in jesus you know I know him
Oh so well
And Im going to heaven by and by
cause I already been through hell
I believe in jesus, in jesus, in jesus
I believe in jesus, in jesus
So onward christian soldiers still
Marching as to war
With the cross of jesus just going on before
Now jesus was a little lamb, his fleece
Was white as snow
And every where that jesus went
This lamb is sure to go
Well I believe in jesus you know I know him
Oh so well
And Im going to heaven by and by
cause I saved my soul from going to hell
I believe in jesus, in jesus, in jesus
I believe in jesus, in jesus
Look at the sheep cause theyre
Running fast
They wanna make it through the gates
At last
So onward christian soldiers still
Marching as to war
With the cross of jesus just going on before
I believe in jesus, in jesus
I believe in jesus, in jesus.....
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