The succulent lips of liberation
sucked the wobble off
my stuttering confession
in a single slurp of repentance.
Stunned to elated awe
as each guilt-ridden peccadillo
liquesced into
absolving effervescence,
such were the powers
of my pious collard confessor,
from where,
in his mystical cupboard,
rid me of my devilish stains.
Wrapped in panicked earnestness
and with impenetrable gusto,
I fervently honoured
that which I deserved:
my given penance.
A rack of devotions
offered on high,
in heated haste,
bowed, avowed
on bare-bended knees,
in sufferance: applauded,
in prayer: adulated
until enrobed in
the ethereal veils of
euphoria's benediction.
I encored with a
zest charged genuflection
escorting me out from
the cowl of darkness,
cleansed in the crystal fountains
of hallowed waters
and into the paradisiacal
joys of creation
where I pirouetted madly
around the halos of salvation,
warping and wafting
in ecstatic choreography.
Splendidly I, ablaze in
phosphorescent holiness,
such brilliance exciting
the gathering halleluiahs
into glorious detonations,
scattering me about in
the exalté atmosphere of giddiness.
I danced wild with forgiveness,
blessedness swarming over me
as the heavens bellowed forth
in illuminated splendours,
their gargantuan choirs
pelting out psychedelic hosannas
amongst the zigzagging flocks
of electric powered angels
riding bareback on the
holy stoned lambs of merriment,
guffawing on high
whilst baying out,
‘Come on baby light my fire’.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Ah the rapture of forgiveness and the purging of the soul on Monday's wash day. To hang sun bleached and white again only latter to notice stains not removed. A fun read that the religious will take seriously as penance paid by by redemption but I and some cynics see as having been sold a bill of goods from the back of the medicine show. Filled with all the verbiage necessary for disguise it laughs in the face of piety. The last line seals it. Now free and blameless ready to do it all over again. Loved it Tony
I had great fun writing this one, Soren and I am delighted you liked it. Thank you ever so much for the fine review.
All the very best,
Tony.
Always a pleasure my friend your poems are always inspiring. The best to you as well
Tony, this is ecstatic chaos. From phosphorescent holiness to angels riding holy stoned lambs, it blazes with satire and surreal devotion. That final line....rock anthem in the middle of absolution...instantly pulled me to The Doors. Robby Krieger’s Light My Fire came to mind right away, echoing the same wild flare of liberation. Brilliantly done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
... and Bobby Krieger is still going strong. Thank you ever so much, Tristan - keep the fires burning.
Fond regards,
Tony.
You may not believe me when I tell you that just yesterday after lunch I watched Waking Ned, a film I've loved for the best part of 30 years. I'd confess I wouldn't mind being behind the screen to hear some confess, although I believe I could never convince a non believer into believing. 🤣 A most entertaining read my dear Tony, love the craic whenever and wherever. 🌹
Dear, Teddy,
I'm always up to a bit of craic especially after a few pints of the black stuff. I'm delighted you found it entertaining and I very much appreciate your lovely response.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Love Guinness...
Absolutely mesmerizing imagery. Nicely written.
Lovely to hear from you, Fina,
I am delighted you enjoyed the imagery and I very much appreciate you reading and responding, kind of you indeed.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Well written, my friend. The poem explores themes of liberation, repentance, and spiritual renewal. It portrays a transformative experience where the speaker is cleansed of guilt and shame through a fervent act of devotion and forgiveness, ultimately celebrating their newfound joy and connection to the divine.
Dear, Friendship,
The madness of a guilt free young fellow as expressed in your very fine response. I appreciate your words, very much so.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
You're most welcome, my friend.
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