I was on a roll last night, the continuity of thought! Of my day on Gather!
Your words twist and turn
Your face contorts as well
You say that surely I will burn
Well, I think it is you
Who will feel the wrath
The Celestial blood-bath
As you wind down your lives
Still a drone in the hives
Of bigotry and repression
Not cleansed by confession
It's good for the soul
But yours has a hole
Where love and compassion
Should fill you with passion
You hate and berate
Those who seek truth in their fate
By changing the rules, I say "For-sooth!"
For confusion will reign
Not abolish the pain
You cause with insane
Protestations of blame on others
Whose lives you treat with disdain.
Not all are the same as you
Going against the grain
Is not really profane
So, please refrain from declarations inane.
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Rolling out the trough of words
To splash and sip in phrases
To season with all I've heard
Is really quite contagious!
An exercise in heady thought
Continuation is the goal
To see the flowing way it comes
To surface on the page, or scroll
~~
Picturesque description of ordinary events
Many things are heard for real
Some are merely heaven-sent
What is the subject? No matter~
The poem might help pay the rent
Such often is the plight of those
Who refine all creative thought
To hone and polish vague ideas
Some are sold, some are brought
To light of day
Not just for pay
You've something to say
In a poetic way
Black, white, or grey
The words should convey
A thought to purvey
We've taken a survey!
All's topsy turvey
I'm getting too nervy
To continue this foray
Into word play today.
The soporiphic sembalences of rhymes.
Copyright 2009 Georgiana Steele-Waller
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Comments: 30
Jennifer, I just joined your poetry group and re-posted this to you!
i think any of you who have followed some of the threads I have initiated will know from whence it all comes!
Now, I have recorded the season finale of Desperate Housewives and I will go watch it commercial free, g'nite!
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The THIRD EYE is the one in the middle of your forehead which you might not have noticed yet, but which all you new age folks want to open for some darn reason or another.
Unknown to we fundies, new agers figure if you can see two dimensions with one eye, and three dimensions with two eyes, one could only imagine what you might see with three eyes! WOW! Now that's an amazing byte of information to research....
It said though, that the dilema or delight, whichever, depending on one's pov, lies in the careful method of opening one's Third Eye? One way is by drilling a hole in the forehead. This though, they say, hasn't been a very popular technique for most. Have you tried it yet? Another way was through meditation. Oh and before I forget, I learned a small byte about that today too! (meditation) Meditation, like Valium, works best when taken twice a day in small doses. Some do insist though that you should do it more often. They say it enables you to cope much better with the world and others and their views if you spend most of your time sitting on a cushion staring at a blank wall. Now, imagine that... Now we fundies would call this Escapism but you New Age folks call it Finding One's True Self. Oh heck, what do I know? lol.. Anyway, back to that curious 3rd eye business...another way to open the stubborn little fart is to say very sweet things to it and coax the darn thing open. Have you tried that method?
And you know what else I learned? It went on to say that once you get your Third Eye open and focused on something, anything at all, they can then tell you how to open and clean your Third Ear.
OK, Meditation is something you two could use, instead of masturbating with your crucifix and so forth.
my Third Eye is quite well attuned thank you, if you are without a Pineal Gland then you got out of line witht he rest of the Fundies when they were handed out, or as you weren't created and didn't evolve with the rest of us you don't get it, one or anything else this universe has to offer. As you are dragging your dried up selves to that fleece market you call a church this Sunday, I shall be connecting with the universe in my 4650 sq ft meditation place, my home.
You guys are soooooo pitiful! I don't comment on your posts, why must you decry real talent with your platitudes and misinterpretations?
Thanks for exposing them.
Very well written