William of arc• Show poetry

THE BURNING TIMES

In the cool of the evening, they used to gather,
'neath the stars in the meadow circling an old oak tree.
At the times appointed by the seasons of the earth and the phases of the moon.
In the center, often stood a woman, equal with the others respected for her word.
One of the many they call the witches, the healers and the teachers of the wisdom of the Earth.
And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them,
herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting healing incantations, calling for the wise ones celebrating in dance and song.
Isis, Astarte, Diane, Hegati, Dimitra, Kali, Inarna

There were those who came to power, through domination.
They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross.
They sought control of the common people by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.
And the Pope he commenced the inquisition, as war against the women whose powers they feared.
In this holocaust, in this age of evil, nine million European women they died.
And a tale is told of those who by the hundreds, holding hands together chose their deaths in the sea.
While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess, their refusal of betrayal women were dying to be free.
Isis, Astarte, Diane, Hegati, Dimitra, Kali, Inarna

Now the Earth is a witch, and we still burn her.
Stripping her down with mining and the poison from our wars.
Still to us the Earth is a healer, a teacher and a mother.
The weaver of a web of light that keeps us all alive.
She gives us the vision to see through the chaos,
she gives us the courage, it is our will to survive!
Isis, Astarte, Diane, Hegati, Dimitra, Kali, Inarna



How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful handyman.
He's just a little brought down
Because when you knocked
He thought you were the candy man.
Don't get strung out by the way I look.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
I'm not much of a man by the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover.
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
Let me show you around
Maybe play you a sound.
You look like you're both pretty groovy.
Or if you want something visual
That's not too abysmal,
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie.

Brad:
I'm glad we caught you at home,
Could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.

Janet:
Right.

Brad:
We'll just say where we are,
Then go back to the car.
We don't want to be any worry.

Frank:
Well you got caught with a flat, well, how `bout that?
Well, babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night it'll all seem alright.
I'll get you a satanic mechanic.
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania.
Why don't you stay for the night?
Riff Raff: Night!!
Or maybe a bite?
Columbia: Bite!!
I could show you my favourite obsession.
I've been making a man
With blond hair and a tan
And he's good for relieving my... ...tension
I'm just a sweet transvestite
From Transexual, Transylvania, ha ha,
HEY, HEY!

I'm just a sweet transvestite. (Sweet transvestite)
From Transexual, Transylvania.

So - come up to the lab,
And see what's on the slab.
I see you shiver with antici - (4 seconds) - pation.
But maybe the rain
Is really to blame.
So I'll remove the cause. (chuckles)
But not the symptom.



I'll tell you once
I won't tell you twice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
Your apple pie don't taste too nice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss


I've laid the seed, it should be all you need
You're as sensual as a pencil
Wound up like an 'E' or first string
When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?
You got a block, well take my advice
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
The Transducer will seduce ya

Brad Majors It's as if we're glued to the spot!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter You are! So quake with fear, you tiny fools!

Janet Weiss Oh, we're trapped!

Dr. Frank-N-Furter It's something you'll get used to
A mental mind-fuck can be nice


Dr. Everett v. Scott You won't find Earth people quite the easy mark you imagine
This sonic transducer - it is, I suppose, some kind of
Audio-vibratory, physiomolecular transport device


Brad Majors You mean

Dr. Everett v. Scott Yes, Brad
It's something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time
But it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it
A device which is capable of breaking down solid matter and then
Projecting it through space, and who knows, perhaps even time itself


Janet Weiss You mean, he's gonna send us to another planet?

Dr. Frank-N-Furter Planet, schmanet, Janet!
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
You'd better wise up
Build your thighs up
You'd better wise up




Actual Announcements From Church Bulletins

Don't let worry kill you -- let the church help.

Thursday night -- Potluck supper. Prayer and medication to follow.

Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.

For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

The rosebud on the alter this morning is to announce the birth of David Alan Belzer, the sin of Rev. and Mrs. Julius Belzer.

This afternoon there will be a meeting in the South and North ends of the church. Children will be baptized at both ends.

Tuesday at 4:00 PM there will be an ice cream social. All ladies giving milk will please come early.

Wednesday, the Ladies' Liturgy Society will meet. Mrs. Jones will sing, "Put me in My Little Bed" accompanied by the pastor.

Thursday at 5:00 P.M. there will be a meeting of the Little Mothers club. All wishing to become little mothers, please see the minister in his study.

This being Easter Sunday, we will ask Mrs. Lewis to come forward and lay an egg on the alter.

The service will close with "Little Drops of Water." One of the ladies will start quietly and the rest of the congregation will join in.

Next Sunday a special collection will be taken to defray the cost of the new carpet. All those wishing to do something on the new carpet will come forward and do so.

The ladies of the church have cast off clothing of every kind and they may be seen in the church basement Friday.

A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.


About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Jews had
to leave Rome. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Jewish
community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious
debate with a member of the Jewish community. If the Jew won, the
Jews could stay. If the Pope won, the Jews would leave.

The Jews realized that they had no choice. So they picked a
middle-aged man named Moishe to represent them. Moishe asked for
one addition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither
side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.

The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat
opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his
hand and showed three fingers. Moishe looked back at him and
raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around
his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope
pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an
apple.

The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The
Jews can stay."

An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him
what had happened.

The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the
Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that
there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I
waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us.
He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was
also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and wafer to show
that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to
remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything.

What could I do?"

Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe. "What
happened?" they asked.

"Well," said Moishe, "First he said to me that the Jews had three
days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was
leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of
Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here."

"Yes, yes, and then?" asked the crowd.

"I don't know," said Moishe, "He took out his lunch, and I took
out mine."




CALLING HEAVEN
the Other day I folded my hands to pray and from my hands issued a heavenly vioce saying:

Thank you for calling Heaven,

For English, press 1.
For Spanish, press 2.
For all other languages, press 0.

Please select one of the following options:

Press 1 for Requests.
Press 2 for Thanksgiving.
Press 3 for Complaints.
Press 4 for all other inquiries.

I am sorry; all of our angels and saints are busy helping
other sinners right now. However, your prayer is important
to us, and we will answer it in the order it was received.
Please stay on the line.

If you would like to speak to:

God the Father, press 1.
Jesus, press 2.
Holy Spirit, press 3.

If you would like to hear King David sing a Psalm while you
are holding, press 4.

To find a loved one that has been assigned to Heaven, press
5, then enter his or her social security number, followed
by the "pound" sign. (If you receive a negative response,
please hang up and try area code 666).

For reservations at Heaven, please enter J-O-H-N, followed
by the numbers 3-1-6.

For answers to nagging questions about dinosaurs, the age
of the Earth, life on other planets, and where Noah's Ark
is, please wait until you arrive.

Our computers show that you have already prayed today.
Please hang up and try again tomorrow.

The office is now closed for the weekend to observe a
religious holiday. Please pray again on Monday after 9:30
AM.

If you are calling after hours and need emergency
assistance, please contact your local pastor.

Thank you, and have a heavenly day.



JABBERWOCKY

twas brillig, and the slithy troves
did gyer and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome raths outgrabe

Beware the Jabberwock my son!
the jaws that bite the claws that catch
beware the jubjub bird and the fumious
bandersnatch

he took his vorpal sward in hand
long time the manxome foe he sought
so rested he by the tumtum tree
and stood a while in thought

and as in uffish thought he stood
the jabberwock with eyes of flame
came whiffling through the tulgey wood
and burbled as it came

one, two! one, two!and through and through
the vorple blade whent snicker snack
he left it dead and with its head
he whent galumping back

and hast thou slan the Jabberwock?
come to my arms my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! callooh! callay!
he chortled in his joy

twas brilig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome wraths outgrabe

Lewis Carroll- Alice through the looking glass




my saints:
The infant of Prague
The infant of Atocha
Our lady of Grace
Our lady of Fatima
Our lady of Charity
Our lady Help of Christians
Our lady of the Immaculate Conception
Our lady of Welsingham
Our lady of the Miraculous medal
St. Benidict - peaceful death
St. Barbra - amunition
St. Joan of Arc -Patron saint
St. Bartholomew
St. Alex- Infants
St. Christopher -travel
St. Expedite
St. George - England
St. Lazarus - protection for desiease
St. Patrick - protection from snakes
St. Paul
St. Peter -let me in heaven
St. Roch
St. Sebastian
Guardian Angel
St. Raphael the Archangel
St. Michael the Archangel

I am

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.

I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants /don't/ raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

*
I salute Metanoia's Jesse.
*

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.


The Wiccan Rede
Bide the Wiccan laws ye must, in perfect love and perfect trust.
Ye must live and let live, fairly take and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about, to keep unwanted spirits out.
to bind the spell well every time, let the spell be spoken in rhyme.
Soft of eye and light of touch, speak ye little and listen much.

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