- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Our Happen Stance
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Click hereThese are things which happen,
despite our better judgment,
in spite of the cancer silenced angel of our better nature,
vacuumed voices that
proclaim the inevitable,
marimba ribbed and palsied.
They happen,
no matter that there is hot cocoa with marshmallow,
banjos and tubas,
a loving all powerful god,
blind as a cave baby.
They happen in front
of grandmothers,
who hang dishtowel calendars
on small attic doors,
whose hinges creak
in synchronicity.
They just happen.
with no malice aforethought,
or a lazy eye,
like bones growing into bare trees,
screaming against the coming of dawn
over the graveyard.
They will happen,
like barrel rims
with bubonic laughter,
lake bottom ooze
between the toes
of the anointed one.
There is no remorse.
Recourse.
Regret
or cure.
These things happen
and the proper response is.
Hallelujah.
- COMMENTS
Angelineover 17 years agoFunny (not haha funny), but I didn't take this poem as an attempt at humor at all, but very spiritual and the last line a cry of reverence. Well done!
Peace,
Angeline
Anonymousover 17 years agoI enjoyed the well conceived poem of yours, the ending had me laughing out loud.
LeBrozover 17 years agoWhat a wicked sense of humor!
Following all that you have written, that last word packs quite a wallop;
Reread that first strophe and see it coming
Where the inevitable is proclaimed.
Hallelujah.
