Poetry Competition Ends 11th April 2023 3:25pm
God’s Character
Birthed
There's something about a pair of pants
this blinding white's sheen and glow
the hidden softness beyond reach of hand
the arrousing mound so briefly shown.
'Tis such a little hill you know
but in mounting one, one can find
the wealth of ages hidden below
the mother of all humankind.
Those misogynistic old men sat in Rome,
properganderized Adam,
but I believe God gave great joyous moans
as She birthed the first, Woman!
this blinding white's sheen and glow
the hidden softness beyond reach of hand
the arrousing mound so briefly shown.
'Tis such a little hill you know
but in mounting one, one can find
the wealth of ages hidden below
the mother of all humankind.
Those misogynistic old men sat in Rome,
properganderized Adam,
but I believe God gave great joyous moans
as She birthed the first, Woman!
Written by Rew
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God
God is the guy you talk to
when you are on the dunny
clutching at your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for a swift recovery
from the pangs of squeeze and misery
generated from your own pile of shite
God is the guy who tells you outright
when you really messed something up
but you are finding it hard to come clean
You ask for redemption
But you have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And God decides you shouldn’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own self-generated defence
God is the boy in a wheel chair riding past you, envious of your freedom
He is the girl in the book store overqualified and underpaid
He is the child playing on the street outside doing skateboard tricks
He is the homeless dude sleeping in newspapers at the bus stop
And he’s the bruises on the girls face as she weeps silently in her bed
God is watching you when you say:
“Oh God here we go again”
or “God only knows”
or “Good God James, how is that even possible?”
or “Oh my God”
or “There but for the grace of God go I “
God is love
And
God is hate
And God is imagined
And God is war
And God is suffering
And God is a prophecy
And a demon
And a construct
And bullshit
And God
Oh God
Why.
Seriously.
Why did you fucking let those kids die in that God awful war?
I don’t believe in you
God
Go fuck yourself
But when you meet your maker
In the end
You might meet God
And when you turn in your grave
Well
I think God might be the one turning you over
And when you lie awake at night
Wondering if things will get better
God might know the answer
Question is, do you really want to know?
when you are on the dunny
clutching at your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for a swift recovery
from the pangs of squeeze and misery
generated from your own pile of shite
God is the guy who tells you outright
when you really messed something up
but you are finding it hard to come clean
You ask for redemption
But you have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And God decides you shouldn’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own self-generated defence
God is the boy in a wheel chair riding past you, envious of your freedom
He is the girl in the book store overqualified and underpaid
He is the child playing on the street outside doing skateboard tricks
He is the homeless dude sleeping in newspapers at the bus stop
And he’s the bruises on the girls face as she weeps silently in her bed
God is watching you when you say:
“Oh God here we go again”
or “God only knows”
or “Good God James, how is that even possible?”
or “Oh my God”
or “There but for the grace of God go I “
God is love
And
God is hate
And God is imagined
And God is war
And God is suffering
And God is a prophecy
And a demon
And a construct
And bullshit
And God
Oh God
Why.
Seriously.
Why did you fucking let those kids die in that God awful war?
I don’t believe in you
God
Go fuck yourself
But when you meet your maker
In the end
You might meet God
And when you turn in your grave
Well
I think God might be the one turning you over
And when you lie awake at night
Wondering if things will get better
God might know the answer
Question is, do you really want to know?
Written by Thesilverymoon
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The Hanging Gardens
Sat there in that garden, as a poet wrote,
at the cool of day when God to mortal spoke.
What would they hear, the mortal sat, as words
the lord conveyed, amid the garden's greenery,
midday heat allayed.
Would they know whence words had come, would they
mark the source, or would they idle in the cool,
watching insects chart their course.
I know not what they'd hear, as God himself would speak.
Save a garden’s soundings, of leafy blow and wooden creak.
Perhaps that's all there would be heard, to they and I both.
For gardens are such places where words inhere within
the growth.
at the cool of day when God to mortal spoke.
What would they hear, the mortal sat, as words
the lord conveyed, amid the garden's greenery,
midday heat allayed.
Would they know whence words had come, would they
mark the source, or would they idle in the cool,
watching insects chart their course.
I know not what they'd hear, as God himself would speak.
Save a garden’s soundings, of leafy blow and wooden creak.
Perhaps that's all there would be heard, to they and I both.
For gardens are such places where words inhere within
the growth.
Written by EvanescentSirius21
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I'm not entering the competition. This is just observation.
I figured God out some.
God is only about 16 years old, in "god" years.
God is extremely talented. Obviously, because God is a god.
But, God doesn't do homework. God gets sidetracked and doesn't stay with the task. God doesn't pay attention after awhile, because of distractions.
Because God is still a teenager, in god years.
I'm no more wrong than any other guess out there.
I figured God out some.
God is only about 16 years old, in "god" years.
God is extremely talented. Obviously, because God is a god.
But, God doesn't do homework. God gets sidetracked and doesn't stay with the task. God doesn't pay attention after awhile, because of distractions.
Because God is still a teenager, in god years.
I'm no more wrong than any other guess out there.
We all know god is spelt dog backwards
but at least the creature standing on four legs
can read how an owner is feeling
if life takes a dangerous turn.
Written by neves
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