My two most recent poems probably wont apply to most of the people on this site, but the subject matter rings close to home on some level..
'A good Catholics Comedy'
Sunday, they preach of fire and brimstone
and nonbelievers mixed
with all shades of sinners.
Down where Ghandi wails for God,
as a tempest below dizzies
Shakespeare forever in disarray,
and only a few circles further,
Hitler boils in a river of blood,
whilst over on the bank,
Slyvia Plath and Ernest Hemmingway
cry bloody awful in a mournful sway.
Monday, they preach of peace and love,
compassion and understanding,
everlasting,
(reserved strictly for the believers)
4/4/09
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'To take offense'
To take offense says
thine own self worth
is worth greater than
all others on earth.
To take offense is to be granted power,
The offended over the offendee.
these hurt feelings vs. those real meanings,
easy preconceptions conflicting against reality.
To take offense is an easy answer
to a complicated problem
Such blind dismissal is remiss,
when peace can never fit in the plan.
4/4/09
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The first poem shares a lot with Dante's Inferno, and is one of my problems with the idea of Hell. The more I understood of Hell, the less of it I support. I can't see how any loving God would condemn good people to eternal suffering because they believed a different view.
And the second poem was about a subject that has always given me trouble... and that is offending people when I don't mean to. This poem is more confrontational than I intended, but it I feel like it accurately portrays my frustrations
I hope yall like,
I'll be posting more..
-Michael
'A good Catholics Comedy'
Sunday, they preach of fire and brimstone
and nonbelievers mixed
with all shades of sinners.
Down where Ghandi wails for God,
as a tempest below dizzies
Shakespeare forever in disarray,
and only a few circles further,
Hitler boils in a river of blood,
whilst over on the bank,
Slyvia Plath and Ernest Hemmingway
cry bloody awful in a mournful sway.
Monday, they preach of peace and love,
compassion and understanding,
everlasting,
(reserved strictly for the believers)
4/4/09
m-m
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
'To take offense'
To take offense says
thine own self worth
is worth greater than
all others on earth.
To take offense is to be granted power,
The offended over the offendee.
these hurt feelings vs. those real meanings,
easy preconceptions conflicting against reality.
To take offense is an easy answer
to a complicated problem
Such blind dismissal is remiss,
when peace can never fit in the plan.
4/4/09
m-m
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The first poem shares a lot with Dante's Inferno, and is one of my problems with the idea of Hell. The more I understood of Hell, the less of it I support. I can't see how any loving God would condemn good people to eternal suffering because they believed a different view.
And the second poem was about a subject that has always given me trouble... and that is offending people when I don't mean to. This poem is more confrontational than I intended, but it I feel like it accurately portrays my frustrations
I hope yall like,
I'll be posting more..
-Michael