Poet's Creed

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Me and God had a little chat. It was cool,
but we’re both pissed at all the religions of this world

Religions where -
Dancing is a sin, but calling children abominations isn’t.
Protests against queers at a straight soldier’s grave is god’s will,
but his mother’s shattered heart is of no importance.
Brightly plumed, pompous peacocks dressed to molest.

So we’re gonna start our own religion–
The religion of the farm – baby chicks playing in the dirt;
kids romping in the hay till the cows come home;
mom’s cherry pie – not eaten but taken to a sick neighbor;
saying grace for what we do have; not what we don’t.

And our own church –
James Brown as our minister,
with readings from the gospel according to Anais Nin.
Filled with icons of sunsets and penguins and real cotton candy;
full of the God of my happy children, not the god of my fathers.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Very Nice!

I don't know how I missed this before. This is very well done. Thanks for the read.

unpredictablebijouunpredictablebijouover 15 years ago
damn, that's good

It made me want to have a big ol' revival. This may be my favorite piece of yours so far. You're really at your best when you're waving your fist in the air about something, y'know?

The_Frank_BlackThe_Frank_Blackover 15 years ago
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Obviously, I missed this yesterday. It was worth discovering today :) I appreciate your acceptance and can only hope that someday, the world won't be so harsh, but it has to begin with the little ones. They mimic what they see, repeat what they are taught.

"Teach...your children well...."

sassynycsassynycover 15 years ago
innovative

When will you be taking new members? :)

TzaraTzaraover 15 years ago
Even I might actually worship

in a church where JB sung the hymns and Ms. Nin read scripture. Nice poem, SB.

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