Just for tragic fun, for starters . . .
we could talk about the HUGUENOT MARTYRS.
(Though CALVINISM may save your life, it might not facilitate pleasing your wife . . .)
Tag Archives: St. John Calvin
La Kumbia Kalvinista
La Kumbia Kalvinista no es ritmo vaticano
se baila todo libre con la biblia en la mano
La Kumbia Kalvinista es la onda reformada
las sectas sí prometen—pero no entregan nada
Esta cumbia trascendente, pero poco conocida
es la cumbre de verdad y predestina pura vida
La Kumbia Kalvinista es la nueva nueva onda
la cantan las iglesias y ofrecen otra ronda
La Kumbia Kalvinista no lo bailan los de Roma
si un padre lo intenta terminará caído en coma
es un baile teológico que es absurdo mientras lógico
lo baila cada tribu, cada etnia y antropólogo
el papa mismo, y su esposa
bailan esta cumbia fabulosa
tu estado de animo no es nada
sino gracia predestinada
lo bailan los sajones con cojones
lo bailan las alemanas si le dan la ganas
este baile está basado en un ritmo luterano
apetece a los gringos, a los indios, y a fulano
no bailaban los franceses aunque Calvin era suya
si bailaban los escoceses y gritaban aleluya !
¿Haiku? pues… no sé.
es algo chino, yo creo.
Es un poema.
Pardon My French
Reformed Limericks for your erudite perusal:
You may cover the stench with a potpourri—
while you gag, as you finger your rosary.
Sacrosanct nourriture…
or decayed pourriture?
(Other patrons might label it Popery.)
Though the tepidly Protestant matron
of a church that is stagnant and state-run
does not care about Luther,
We’ll bother to truth her
with Calvin or Knox as our patron.
Though the Vatican’s bottomless coffers
make some very un-Lutheran offers,
I would rather talk Tetzel
(with beer and a pretzel)
and drink with the rebels and scoffers.
We forget that the birth of the Kirk
was a vicious, un-Catholic work
One recalls Bloody Mary…
and Knox was no faerie.
His doctrine drove Satan berserk.
Many chairmen, deficient in wit
who on flimsy theologies sit
with no justification
hate predestination,
reviling it more than a bit.
Barthelemy (in French: St. Bartholomew)
was unpleasant, as most of the martyrs knew
Roman Catholic correction
or violent deception?
In heaven, they’re getting the overview…
People gag, and then murmur the rosary
seeking solace in incense or potpourri
you must pardon my French
but this damnable stench
smells like nothing so much as like Popery.
♗♗♗♗♗♗♗
Rastafari live !
JAH bless all the Haiku, dem.
Haile Selassie
All Hallow Seven
October 31st is a night to celebrate – to celebrate Absolute Truth.
It is a night to grasp the sinister magnitude of the predicament fallen humanity is in.
It is also a night to recall one’s childhood with truly sepulchral melancholy and nostalgia.
I have noted, in my years of this earthly pilgrimage, the degeneration of Halloween from what it was in childhood. I recall less commercial pressure to consume. There was more child-friendly fantasy when I was growing up. The culture had not yet begun to harden into a crassly consumerist rigor mortis yet – or maybe I didn’t notice that part of it so much. Am I just idealizing a vanished past? Possibly, yes… but the push to turn Halloween into a cannibalistic slasher-film is a real phenomenon and also a discernible symptom.
I am disgusted with the spectacle of Halloween in the USA. But I hold a grudging respect for what looks like a passing victory for death and the grave every year on the last gasp of October. Which brings me to Reformation Day:
In honor of St. Martin Luther, St. John Calvin and St. John Knox, I proclaim the ongoing triumph of the Reformation. October 31, Reformation Day, is a national day of celebration in Germany, Slovenia, Chile, and Scandinavia – and it should be here as well.
The wages of sin is death (the bitter) but the gift of God is eternal life (the sweet).
The night is still, and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask and murmur like a ghost…
Trick or Treat – Trick or Treat: the bitter and the sweet
The carefree days are distant now / I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse, echoing, echoing….
Trick or Treat – Trick or Treat: the bitter and the sweet
I wander though your sadness
Gazing at you with scorpion eyes: Halloween, Halloween…
A sweet reminder in the ice-blue nursery
Of a childish murder / of hidden luster – and she cries:
Trick or Treat – Trick or Treat: the bitter and the sweet
I wander through your sadness
Gazing at you with scorpion eyes: Halloween, Halloween…
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