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The Simple Thing
Contributed by
invierno
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Tuesday, 27th October 2015 @ 12:08:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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My lord,
how the Lord would laugh
thunderous guffaws
at the Guff;
(hilarious stuff!)
Talmudic laws,
no pork-
wrong hand!
Eat right or off with you to
Charon's oars to beyond
in the grasp of Jehovah's hand.
Descendants of Cain,
Ye' blood of the slayer,
cursed to carry the dead brother's flayer-
Sip that Mogen David-
I said “Sip!”,
not slip under Wal Mart's
pressed-wood alter for a nip
or nipple slip or two-
Oh, shame, shame, shame on all of you!
And wafers!
Where in the hell is the body of Christ?
I ordered three hundred and Fed Ex
dropped the ball-
no tracking number,
nothing at all-
Oh, snap!
all those supplicants doomed for lack of those wafers,
pressed Chinese sliced pieces of crap.
Shiva? Hello?
Where are you these days?
Death got you down,
to many drowned?
Floating phalanges attached in the Ganges,
Tired of mundane millions of Hindi's expiring,
perspiring, fly ridden baby to aged-
Vishnu one up now,
all in a rage?
Guess not, not a sound nor a peep,
you lazy Hindu god fast asleep.
Yes..we'll say you're asleep.
Oh, Mohammad?
Knock knock!
You crock, you late bloomer you,
Billions of heads pressed to earth- impressive for one so new!
What message what magic what rules did you spew
to grab them by nations,
swallowing libations,
forbidding so much while alcohol free.
Perhaps twelve year old wives
and the promise of lives
beyond death,
forever a fest of virgins to be.
Let's ask just one-
one of those billions-
“What?” No answer?
Not even one to confirm
the virgins are waiting
and wanting in turn?
Oh- well let's go to
Smith- Joe,
or Joseph-
how goes that window Nauvoo
when they knew
threw you out of?
Into the night,
off to the west
with no rules,
no Christ to give rise
to the issue of multiple wives?
Idiots following self proclaimed mystics-
fools swallowing convenient loose moral rules.
Some perhaps for your niece
or at least
your best buddies daughter in trade
for a sweet future piece.
Just touching on few of salvations promised,
some old some new,
all promising promises
logical, believable,
so full of truth-
(Laughing so hard I just-)
pull one from the shelf,
what suits yourself,
but, God forbid
you just look to God-
not a book,
a charismatic look.
No one says
just mind your soul
tis all you need...
God doesn't eat,
he hath no need to feed.
Below, or here or above,
God seeks one thing only,
(and not for him)
but within you,
a soul of pure love.
Copyright ©
invierno
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2015-10-27 00:08:53]
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Re: The Simple Thing
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by ming on
Tuesday, 27th October 2015 @ 12:20:36 AM AEST
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Bravo! This is masterful!
ming |
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Re: The Simple Thing
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 27th October 2015 @ 06:54:48 PM AEST
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This spreads it wings as far and wide as the universe, gathering up the children and shaking them upside down to empty the pockets of their souls..and then, just as swiftly, you close the tale on the tip of a slender hope..that the love within be the last and only legacy we walk the earth in full possession of.
A lovely, raging story full of passion and angst. A wake up call that begs no answer, but silently leaves it on the readers doorstep.
Masterful craft here. This is no after dinner mint--this is a 7 course feast. It is an honor to sit at your writing desk. |
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