Coptic Poems - Poems about Coptic

...The cult of chemical’s kitchen counter Is covered in coptic cants, cures and curses. It’s a case of cuckoos cooking karma In a capsule of cold, carnal candy.......

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...Peter went downwards Onto a bed of black mud To rest his filled mind From questions of the cold wind And prayed to the Son For the burning white fire He was thus blinded Briefly by a burnin......

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...Some say that God’s kingdom is in the sky, or in the sea The birds would reach the sky before you, the small fish would have found it The kingdom is in us and outside us, we’re children of its king......

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...Luke’s Purpose Luke 1:1-4 Luke: “Many people have applied themselves, to the task of compiling an account of the events, that have been fulfilled among us [the shelves]. They used what the ori......

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...S--t Happens! Does sharing s--t with others make one's poems poetry: Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise The fact that truth is absent: is there lo......

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...The Hate Machine The tail of a bird the bone of a man; Warm red Blood upon the sand. A hooded figure, a Nazi Cross. Was there ever a man who could count the cost. Of the Hate Machine. A sta......

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...Ignorance and darkness my Lord Your light of truth tried to extinguish but to no avail! © Demetrios Trifiatis 10 April 2017 * At least 45 people were killed and dozens inj......

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...In the house of Thy love the seed of hate ......

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...In humor hides wisdom In sadness hides Coptic truth Empathy can hold all of the world’s treasures Compassion the vessel of which to drink it plenty Righteousness is not being right Olive bra......

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...The Cross It six o`clock Sunday early evening she is in the church that looks Coptic, the sun lit up the cross on the top and the roof looks rosé. A Morocco radio station plays Arabic music t......

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...A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National Geographic half as tall as me, piled on every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream. The yellow-black jackets buzzed, I flowered as I turned the pa......

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...January Journey into the New Year named after Janus, the god of beginnings and transitions. Another year of New Year’s celebration and resolutions of new beginnings, pu......

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...Each day, a red sun arises from the emerald river, In the acrobatic leap in the dark with watermelon smell. In the evening, the pale moon it is dressed up in silver By a dervish who changes it in ......

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...Each day, a red sun arises from the emerald river, In the acrobatic leap in the dark with watermelon smell. In the evening, the pale moon it is dressed up in silver By a dervish who changes it ......

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...lunatic tile underneath a formica god. he cracks at the edges. synthetic delirium.. coptic nerve.... in his head plastic can be holy .in his head he bends but never breaks......

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