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slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:19pm
Yesterday 8:19pm
Just crumbs at the table
Did god just feed us crumbs of wisdom
a testament with pages hidden
And left the blinds half drawn
to use our minds and move the pawns
Straightjacket scriptures
to join the dot's, complete the pictures
Question its veracity
clamped like a vice and not break free
Hell an damnation reigning down
cause divisions, a baker or a social clown
Decisions that will click the switch
repercussions, with there longer reach
For a civil bond not tied to god
or walk pained path, behind the cross
...
a testament with pages hidden
And left the blinds half drawn
to use our minds and move the pawns
Straightjacket scriptures
to join the dot's, complete the pictures
Question its veracity
clamped like a vice and not break free
Hell an damnation reigning down
cause divisions, a baker or a social clown
Decisions that will click the switch
repercussions, with there longer reach
For a civil bond not tied to god
or walk pained path, behind the cross
...
#conflict
#religion
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
14th Jun 2021 3:12am
You Bleed More Beautifully Than Even Roses Bloom…
I draw my voice in these letters
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
And drink from my heart like a poison well
Regurgitating a thought
In an attempt to make meaning of the madness
Line by line, what’s at the end of each line
But a statement racing towards making sense
Of myself in light of shadows
Waiting on a delayed train of thought
Like slow release and gradually learning to feel again
Breathe in a vape pen, the ink is a progressive boil
Rolling its way into meaning while stillness fools the onlooker
Standing stationary at the surface
Till the fire...
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
#spiritual
16 reads
2 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
13th Jun 2021 11:28pm
Summer Sunday School
On Sunday morning I went out for a while in the neighbourhood; I bought some raisin bread. The day was warm but a little sad, as Sundays often are in Paris, especially when one doesn’t believe in God.” - Michel Houellebecq
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
Near where I live
is a Quaker meeting house,
and an Anglican church
I’ve been in once,
but only to help with a stall
at a farmer’s market.
On hot and humid
Sunday mornings,
I sit on a bench
in the shadow of a tree,
and watch the leaves
and motes of dust,
falling like notes
in a composition, ...
#nature
#religion
13 reads
2 Comments
_Skylark_
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 7:37pm
13th Jun 2021 7:37pm
"How Long Do You Mean to Be Content?"
Words inscribed
Into my spirit
By phantasmagorical whispers
Of aeons long forgotten
Aeons which knew
Before they asked
How long?
Do you mean to be?
The richness of release
Trust of surrender
The all, desired
Worth losing
Into my spirit
By phantasmagorical whispers
Of aeons long forgotten
Aeons which knew
Before they asked
How long?
Do you mean to be?
The richness of release
Trust of surrender
The all, desired
Worth losing
#spiritual
21 reads
3 Comments
PsycoticMastermind
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 3:53pm
13th Jun 2021 3:53pm
Faith From The Pew
The Lord helps those who
help themselves ... right?
The furry, black critter
with white striping down
its backside does
as it munches away at
the bowl of dry food
you put outside everyday
for the strays
---inherently knows that
Its earthly challenge
is to accept a Creator's
love will sustain it
as well as despite
passing itself off as a cat
under your eyes and nose
it is neither skunk or feline
on the inside;
and, thus there's no need
for you...
help themselves ... right?
The furry, black critter
with white striping down
its backside does
as it munches away at
the bowl of dry food
you put outside everyday
for the strays
---inherently knows that
Its earthly challenge
is to accept a Creator's
love will sustain it
as well as despite
passing itself off as a cat
under your eyes and nose
it is neither skunk or feline
on the inside;
and, thus there's no need
for you...
#identity
#LGBT
#animals
#nature
#religion
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
13th Jun 2021 5:19am
chillum hype
a rhymed, mirrored octet
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
a l l
natural
o r g a n i c
m a r i j u a n a:
through the chillum pipe,
lift me to highest h e i g h t s,
where bright streets of burnished gold
my wing-tipped feet lend ceaseless flight.
stars shine without the trace o f night;
w o r d s i hear are yet u n t o l d.
darkness gives sovereign rites
to m y fiction h y p e
prima donna,
sarcastic,
v i r a l
fall.
© Copyright 2021 May 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#dreams
#marijuana
#addiction
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MaryWalker
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 11:08pm
12th Jun 2021 11:08pm
The Cake From Hell
When the bakery owner looked at us
as if we were threatening his soul
with eternal damnation, I said
Fuck it --- let's just go to Dairy Queen!
I was just kidding of course;
we took our business elsewhere
( though we really did stop for DQ Blizzards )
but I'll never forget the look
in that poor bastard's eyes . . .
Aunt Sylvia sported a similar stigmatism
when she accepted Jesus Christ
as her lord and saviour
in a deathbed contract signing
before the ink was dry
as if we were threatening his soul
with eternal damnation, I said
Fuck it --- let's just go to Dairy Queen!
I was just kidding of course;
we took our business elsewhere
( though we really did stop for DQ Blizzards )
but I'll never forget the look
in that poor bastard's eyes . . .
Aunt Sylvia sported a similar stigmatism
when she accepted Jesus Christ
as her lord and saviour
in a deathbed contract signing
before the ink was dry
#LGBT
#religion
#Christian
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 9:17pm
12th Jun 2021 9:17pm
Perspectives
I
My love is unequivocal. To sin,
a manor born, and in that house we dwell,
us mortal billions. Begin
to understand, I beg. The hell
I fear is not a Middle Age dungeon.
I would not hurt you if I could.
For my eternal condition
is just as tied to origins of wood
and rock. The bleak, corrupted earth.
That your urges are of Sodom
does not mean mine are worth
a damn. The caul of man drips with venom.
The hell I fear is death without my God.
But we are still brothers, from womb to sod.
II ...
My love is unequivocal. To sin,
a manor born, and in that house we dwell,
us mortal billions. Begin
to understand, I beg. The hell
I fear is not a Middle Age dungeon.
I would not hurt you if I could.
For my eternal condition
is just as tied to origins of wood
and rock. The bleak, corrupted earth.
That your urges are of Sodom
does not mean mine are worth
a damn. The caul of man drips with venom.
The hell I fear is death without my God.
But we are still brothers, from womb to sod.
II ...
#LGBT
20 reads
3 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 4:01pm
12th Jun 2021 4:01pm
Philip Cake Dick Tab 3m
#spiritual
11 reads
0 Comments
Bmovive
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 3:37pm
12th Jun 2021 3:37pm
Life-forced.
The time now squandered.
Years have rolled by.
Tears of a screaming generation.
Heartache bursting through.
I hear you talking of trival matters.
Nothingness in the shade of the coming storm.
A chaos to wreck every little foundational truth.
Every cornerstone crumbling before naive eyes.
Wake up!
See beyond a jaded view.
Overland and out to sea.
Further than any boundary.
Seperate from spite.
Away from the fagility of the human state.
Open horizons.
Deeper belief.
Soul searching that defines spirit. ...
Years have rolled by.
Tears of a screaming generation.
Heartache bursting through.
I hear you talking of trival matters.
Nothingness in the shade of the coming storm.
A chaos to wreck every little foundational truth.
Every cornerstone crumbling before naive eyes.
Wake up!
See beyond a jaded view.
Overland and out to sea.
Further than any boundary.
Seperate from spite.
Away from the fagility of the human state.
Open horizons.
Deeper belief.
Soul searching that defines spirit. ...
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#escape
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Essex Boy
Essex Boy
Poem Published
12th Jun 2021 00:05am
12th Jun 2021 00:05am
Necessary Hell
Is it not interesting to see
How the Christians continually
Try to separate themselves in vain
From the doctrine of eternal pain? - Stevie Smith
Hell hath been described by men,
a thousand years from ages when
you liked it or were tried,
struck down, strung up, sky high’d.
But now description is finessed,
like an iron maiden dressed
in granny’s gown and bonnet.
Their logic likes to pirouette.
The dance, as I recall,
is known as sophistry. Appalled
by hell, scholars form a fire brigade
and soak the...
How the Christians continually
Try to separate themselves in vain
From the doctrine of eternal pain? - Stevie Smith
Hell hath been described by men,
a thousand years from ages when
you liked it or were tried,
struck down, strung up, sky high’d.
But now description is finessed,
like an iron maiden dressed
in granny’s gown and bonnet.
Their logic likes to pirouette.
The dance, as I recall,
is known as sophistry. Appalled
by hell, scholars form a fire brigade
and soak the...
#religion
23 reads
5 Comments
dnzmemn66
Poem Published
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
11th Jun 2021 3:14pm
Stranger
My pain is a stranger
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
Who visits at night
The stranger is darkness
While my Lord is the light
So i cast away worry
I say goodbye to my pain
I look for sunshine
In the midst of the rain
If the stranger comes
To your door at night
Let the Lord Jesus
Fight him to flight
By Don Zimmerman
6/11/2021
#religion
#God
#Christian
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