Tithed Poems - Poems about Tithed

... O The Mothcode, Umm Yes The Dance of Light : In twilight’s silverly hush, where shadows blend, a moth takes prismatic flight, its journey bends. Drawn by the whispers......

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...Work In Progress The pieces of me scattered By my trying hand They disappear so fast Clinging to the last Shred of who I am Keeping everything inside That shouldn't have to be Closed an o......

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... "The Tree Hugger and the Lost Paradise" They called her the tree hugger, her forest was full of trees that watched silently, they had no mouth to speak, rustling the......

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... "The Syballine" Behind closed eyelids the curtains of the mind open to silent applause Sun screens are slick and applied shining bright Ultr......

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...UNTIE WITH TITHE IF TIGHT Descend from your boulder of woe into the vineyard where great men sow; here is my escape wonder park, inscribed: Givers Never Lack; betwixt the valley of indecision ......

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...A PREACHER’S PRAYER AND GOD’S ANSWER I’ve tried to preach Your message with fervency and zeal, To preach there is a heaven and say that hell is real; I’ve tried to crowd each minute with service......

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...Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas, Twinkle She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell She’s amb......

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...delightfully elegant Pleasantly refined Heaven sent Wine and dined A strand of pearls Adorned her collar Enraged the girls When they saw her Called a whore and other slang Birds hit th......

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...Policy or personal questions? In the poem Two White Wines a child adopted from Cambodia is a thing of beauty, and so she is as she showed herself to be yesterday. Lovely. However the poet implie......

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...Trying to make heads out of tails; whatever that means ? Carved from my dear mother's womb; a summer storm's child.. July thirteenth nineteen fifty-nine; nay a wimper his fuzzy little flock Olive com......

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...I want to lay up treasures now because I know some day I’ll stand before the Judgment Seat, and I want to hear Christ say, “Well done, My child, I’m proud of you; you did the best you could”; I do......

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...After working for most of forty years, I’d surely paid my dues. Retirement brought me time to play and I need give no excuse. I’d paid my taxes cheerfully and tithed for the good Lord. All my......

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...It is the arrow, not the cask that silences but ne'er the mask, truth's syndrome not alone in task, it is the grief that e'er will last! Could this be then so swollen fast, that grief be diffe......

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