2025 NaPM 23 April
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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.


This year, there are no form requirements, only "tiers" or "rankings" given informally to all participants:

Bronze Tier: Participate at least once.

Silver Tier: Participate all days.

Gold Tier: Participate all days, and have all entries be the same form or have all entries be different forms.


Write a poem involving the House of God, whatever that's supposed to mean.
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#2
Uncle Ray

The second time he stormed out
I knew he had nowhere to stay.
Ray had spoken of a Pastor named Joe
many times, and while I was out
cutting the grass it dawned on me
to visit Joe. But where'd he live? Of course
he was easy to find- at the church
Ray had mentioned.

Even after Ray died, I fondly recall
that church; its congregation,
and all the help they provided
without asking anything in return.
They kept Ray from becoming
one more homeless person.
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#3
Sanctorum


Down under
its altar here lies wonder:
remains of saints to be sure,
pure.

Which relates
beyond schoolmen’s dry debates
to martyrdom, stone and bone
throne.


[Form: Deibide baise fri toin]
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#4
A Garden of Eden existed

Before people, brutality didn't reek
of malice or premeditation. Even orcas,
who chased a mini blue whale to death last week,
build no Majdaneks or Treblinkas,

no House of God upon a dimpled
sun god's shrine, or goat god, giver,
bringer of harvests. By the moon's temple,
ruined, at the mouth of a river

flowing into the sea, I, Pachacamac,
who is Baal and Siva,
will reclaim what is mine.
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#5
Churches are God's Air BnB
when the rich are bombing.
Some are old, others are
abandoned Shopko stores.

Where two or more gather
seems pretty generic, though
there are more brands of God
then there are cereals at Walmart.

Christian could mean anything.
Fear mongering war dog,
or a silent monk
drinking too much.

When women and children
get shot in God's backyard
if God honors their sacrifice.
Shopko collections stop short.

Jesus was a martyr 
that had a lifetime more than
children that die in Palestine.
Children I hope thrive in the afterlife.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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#6
All Is True


I must confess, I have been quite
distracted by a little game
of modded Minecraft, where my friends
are doing all the heavy lifting---
they're mining, crafting, and they're building
all of the whack machinery
the modpack brings into the world,
whether electric or occult---
while I, content with my stone tools
and, sure, a touch of magic flight,
have been erecting, out of wood,
what one might call a house of God:
an awkward clump of cupolas
behind a second-rate façade.
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#7
Hands raised,
eyes closed,
Melodic hymns escaping lips exposed,
desperation cloaked in love.
Eyes locked to mine,
smiles stretched, faces wide
with jovial hugs—
needing, needing, needing.
Yes nods,
no nods,
Sunday attire on robots.
I watched,
I observed,
picked apart my feelings
like a vulture at dinner,
Knowing in the body's core,
I was not a sinner.
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#8
Holy Ecology

The space between me and you
is space
and is as much me and you
as my right eye is my left eye

This demonskin that shrouds
the temple is a routine of cells
rite of quilting

this war machine
is my character
as God walks this garden Earth

the serpent is you and me
messiah
my eyes are starry telescopes
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