My verse is like
a bespoke set of clothes,
fit the thing that counts
Each article worn,
new memories born,
to tighten or let out
My head to my toes,
its covering goes,
whose message spoken clear
To tailor new moments,
each stitch a new thread
—bench made to endear
(The New Room: April, 2021)
In His Name Only
“By God anointed…”
religions claim,
then fight to steal His throne
Devotion pledged
in false pretense,
to become the greater known
A figurehead
to suit their needs,
they break His every rule
To seize with power
these ‘Chosen Ones’
—intentions harsh and cruel
(Villanova University: April, 2021)
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'then fight to steal His throne
Devotion pledged
in false pretense,
to become the greater known'..
yup, if we could take fallible humanity - out
of all that cleric rhetoric
and distil that message of love and unity, imbued
in most of theology, likely
we could halve - all: divisive animosity..
(why ink our words, if not for whispering: our hopeless dreams
a great read, as ever dear poet)
As always, eloquent commenting. The prophets must be looking on in
disbelief.
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