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No congregation,
There should be queues for the pews,
What - an entrance fee?

quote by by Ernestine Northover
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Go Tell The Congregation

Here I am
There I was
Here I go
Just follow me
If it was
Then it can
And we know
How it will be
When it was
Just because
Yes you know
Its not a dream
Its just all
Cmon yall
Ill tell you
What I mean
When you want to lose your blues
Go tell the congregation
When theres nothing left that you can do
Go tell the congregation
When you want to tell the truth
Go tell the congregation
When the devils got a hold of you
Go tell the congregation
Dont look back
Stay on track
Its a fact
A lesson to me
Keep in stride
With your pride
Now you know
How strong you can be
Theres no time
Draw a line
Yes I know
That you can know me
Look alive
No surprise
Everybody wants to be free
Everything is everything

song performed by by Black Crowes
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Little Mountain Church House

There's a little mountain church in my thoughts of yesterday
Where friends and family gathered for the Lord
Where an ol' fashioned preacher taught the straight and narrow way
For what few coins the congregation could afford
Dressed in all our Sunday best, we sat on pews of solid oak
and I remember how our voices filled the air
How Mama sounded like an angel on those high soprano notes
and

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Kept Agendas Prioritized For Devilment

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

With truth sent away.
And blocked from regaining,
An entrance to stay.
Kept agendas prioritized for devilment...
Betrays the image,
Falsely on display.

Many try to deny...
That demon that sits within them.
Hiding behind alibis disguised.
In church pews...
To bow,
Their embittered heads.
To mask their lies.

And revenge with vindictiveness,
Sits in masquerade.
As hypocrites gather together...
Quoting from scriptures,
To protect their evil ways!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Empty Pews For M 'lady Yvonne

There are no empty pews tonight.
The worshippers are packed in tight,
the vicar’s surplice gleaming white.
Be because we’re on T.V: That’s right.
These pillars of society
put on a show of piety.
A symbol of propriety
Because tonight we’re on T.V.
The congregation usually
consist of only two or three.
Who come each Sunday faithfully.
But this Sunday we’re on T.V
The ultimate hypocrisy
T.V Christianity.

6-Sep-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Salvador Dali Poem

writing what i want to really mean
in a fashion that the surface must be unbelievable
imagine snow in the desert
grass in the sea
penguins on the hills of sands
lions sitting on the pews
fish swimming in the air

but mind you the fish, the lion, the penguins, the grass and sea
and hills and sands, and those pews
oh, they are all really really true,

touch them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Paths

Two paths diverged because it was cold,
I marked the real destination on the map;
Somewhere there was a road of significance,
It had made all the congregation.

The roses of the roads were a proof,
That a congregation mattered,
We danced around and spat at the grass,
To sound like matters withdrawn.

At midday the fields struck camp,
A goal for the war was around in skill.
Roses fathered us when we were young,
Flowers sold their mark soon enough.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Church going

I hear voices singing inside
and notice big signs asking for silence
in the foyer
for when respect is lacking,

but groups of people, mainly women
stand in the entrance whispering loudly
and when I walk in

people are in their suits, best dresses
with hair done to the newest style
and almost every eye follows me

with my leather jacket, motorcycle helmet
in my hand
and formal pants as if trying to see
why I am different.

I take a backbench, just in front of the one
marked for mothers with babies
and the wood is hard and uncomfortable
probably to keep churchgoers awake
right through a monotonous sermon.

With the congregation I kneel down to pray
and the elder makes a long drawn out preach
of it and I feel
some kids still staring at me
and through slightly opened eyes see them looking,
whispering and indicating to each other.

At the front, at the holy end a woman plays the piano
and another plays along with the organ
while the congregation stand in song
and I listen intently to the minister
preaching about the love of God,

see an old man with a bold head
falling asleep in front of me,
his wife hitting him with the elbow
in the ribs every now and then,
a small girl colouring pictures
with different crayons
and just after the last song walk out
before the people gather in cliques
and are the first to take to the road
with my motorbike.

poem by Gert Strydom
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for John on his first frustration

let me draw you a house
with an entrance gate
leading to an entrance
door and some windows
to let in air.

just that, there will be no
exit doors, no exit gate,
all the windows open,
not designed to close,

that precisely is success
and failure.
there is a sense of
entrance triumphant
ditto an exit for some
ordinary and even
inevitable failures of
our lives.

the windows are some
of our other options, we
let in air to breathe
for a while. we must.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Merry Christmas To All Husbands

During a certain Christmas service
Or Mass as some are wont to say
The officiating priest asked widows
To step forward for a special prayer
Of blessing and favour, intoning
That God remains their undying husband

A certain woman sitting beside her
Husband on one of the front pews
Jumped to her feet hurriedly
To the bewilderment of the poor man
Who promptly pulled her hand
And reminded her of what the priest said

But the enraged woman, looking askance,
Swiftly brushed her husband's hand aside
As though loaded with filth, and retorted,
'Are you alive when you can't provide
The needs of your family, even at a season like this? '
Stunned and speechless, the man's jaw dropped as though
He was a church mouse caught prancing on the pulpit
And the congregation roared in derisive laughter
But from me to all husbands, 'Merry Christmas
And a prosperous New Year in the name of
Our Lord, Jesus Christ, the head of all husbands
And, indeed, all men.Amen.'

poem by Chris Jibero
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Nancy

I am at the entrance of the valley of love,
But whose daughter is this girl? !
I am the entrance of love with a joyful song of flute and tambourines,
But i do love her like myself.
Oh Nancy, love and kindness will lead you everywhere!
And, understanding and patience will always lead you too.
Nancy, you are the only forest on top of this mountain;
And anywhere in the world we will swing on this love forever.
The message of love is what i bring to you and,
Somewhere in this forest is your sweet love hidden;
For your love is like an alloted time to me.
I am at the entrance of your sweet love and,
I will not shoot anyone in this forest;
For this sweet love is all that i have between you and i.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Does Not Apply To Them

Sometimes I wonder
if some drivers can read or not
when it comes to parking in a parking lot.
They ignore the one way system,
the entrance and exits signs
when they want to park their posh new cars.
If you point out their mistake,
they become quite indignant
as if that does not apply to them.
They feel they have the right
to do just as they please
and use the exit instead of the entrance
forgetting everyone else
who may have been
in front of them in the queue.

4 November 2009

poem by David Harris
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No cure for virus

Entrance by loyalty
Will breed dishonesty.
Entrance by bribery
Will breed inefficiency.
Loyalty and bribery
Creeping into judiciary
And all ministry,
Virus cripples democracy.
No prosperity can cure it.
05.11.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Animal Awareness

I had a man
Stand on a point
And look out into a void
Framed by the outline of himself.

The point was at the entrance to a cave.
The entrance,
Shaped like him, legs akimbo,
Each arm outstretched to the side,
Resembled a five-legged star,
The point, the lowest crotch of the star.

To relieve the white of the void,
Behind the entrance to the cave
I painted five conical pines
The apex of each at a crotch of the legs of the star.
The void became a sky
Above the peaks of the pines.

Further back inside the cave
I drew a geometrical detail
Of a beetle's fabulous wing,
and another of such obscurity
I was buried in the part
Unsure of knowing the whole.
What's more,
I was without a need to know
What lies BEYOND the whole,
or lies beyond the HOLE.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Jesus gives his life for the congregation, not the other way around.

quote by Rob Walton
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Better Beware

Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.
Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.
Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
Im no longer your erection, or your congregation, Im your disease.
(chorus)
You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.
You broke it down.
With that boring sound you gave to me.
That I dont want to hear.
Youre in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,
You dont get through to me.
Deliver your equation and still you wont see a change in me.
You want my redemption, you want me to believe that its all me.
Well, Im no longer your erection, or your congregation, Im your disease.
(chorus)
You take the sun.
You have your fun but you better beware.
You better beware.
You broke it down.
With that boring sound you gave to me.
That I dont want to hear.

song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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The congregation is poor, the priest rings the bell himself.

Hungarian proverbs
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Thirty years ago, we were in a movie theater and thought it was so cool because we were finally delivered from the horrors of stained glass and wooden pews.

quote by Bill Hybels
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Son Of My Sorrow

Son of my sorrow!
Why do you have to cry?
For a woman gave you to me at the entrance of her well;
But, as a river ages, it wears away its banks by erosion.

The hope of tomorrow!
Why should i have to cry when i do have my vision?
For a woman gave him to me at the entrance of her well;
But, as a man ages, he becomes very old to meet death,
And, no man has ever seen the dinosaur!

Life is like the snow white and the seven dwarfs,
But people make promises and break them as well;
And like a message froma teacher to the students,
But, many written books have deceived many in this world!
And, this woman and her son will always be remembered.