Poetry Blogs (2016, religion)
The worshippers queued every day
at the simple sign: "live this way."
No-one seemed to notice
that the sign had been turned around
and the majority were simply led astray.
One man, curious discovered the truth
and watched the simple sincere mistake
that all humans tend to make.
Monday 5th December 2016 1:09 pm
the flame was bright
it danced in the dark
the wax dribbled down
the sides of the candle
on the slate table
we peeled it off
and placed it
in a pewter bowl
flakes of candle wax
we lit another candle
it was red
the wick was long
and the flare
from the flame
shone just as bright
as the candle
we had lit
Sunday 20th November 2016 1:14 pm
They believed in a mythical being,
who supposedly loved his creation.
Omnipotent and all seeing -
His will needing no explanation.
They followed his lore from an old book
written by disciples raising the stakes -
that one thing they just shouldn’t cook
were those sinful and bad fairy cakes.
“Good will to all men” they proclaimed
(but the women di...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 12:33 pm
Jesus wept for the likes of you
who take the message and spread it thin
'til all that remains is a hollow gourd
the holy grail in place of the Lord
but spread the word and watch your back
in case the spirit conceals a crack
devotion is a sticky web
and the edge is sharp on the holy sword.
Tuesday 20th September 2016 2:30 pm
The greedy God is a needy God
offering paradise to those
who would make a body count
in a violent misshape of fate
for needy Gods need sacrifice
to justify their cause.
What God creates he takes away
while man creates his laws.
Sunday 17th July 2016 10:19 pm
No way honey!
That answer forever
Cause I can see your heart beating -
Beating out of your chest
When I undress,
Beating out of your chest when I am there.
No way honey,
Cause you’re fresh out the holy water,
Fresh out Mary the mother.
Can’t corrupt the white light, the earths hope, world’s might!
Can’t let you give in, lose course, all in the name of ...
Friday 17th June 2016 9:33 pm
I will not be defined by ancient Gods,
or the archaic teachings in their books.
I will tread warily around their words
and avoid the hidden traps and snaring hooks.
I will not stand behind a coloured flag
and spout my blunt imperialistic views
or drape it on a coffin when I die
or burn it on the early evening news.
I will not make a choice that’s...
Thursday 24th March 2016 1:58 pm
Lips: like cliché cartoon roses.
But open up my mouth,
Those lilies will - snap. - You. - Up.
Thorn in your side.
I think we used to fly with the bats,
The doves always ended up on our dinner table,
I told you it was chicken.
You choked me with Amen,
You squeezed me with your hand for grace,
For grace, from grace I fell
Down from the heaven...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 3:05 pm
Saudi courts, your rule of fear is finished
- the sentence on this poet negates your faith.
Your hollow incantation "God Is Great"
is plainly false if God can be diminished
by lines of verse. Should murder be admonished
to Ashraf Fayadh, forevermore his fate
will hold as evidence that you're afraid
of poetry. Frankly I'm astonished:
astonished that a land so steeped in culture,
Friday 15th January 2016 5:57 pm