Born out of straw and what people saw child without a flaw
A baby mystery without history under a star of awe
Words remembered long after, by a book crafter said
Transfigured wine, walked on the brine, then rose from the dead
Pages from many books, taped together while time cooks
Some discarded the rest holy regarded, here on his side two crooks
No further plans he overlooks his fans standing on a nail
His perch of wood raised above the crowd, now pale
He listens to their cheers below no one hears a word
A vulture turned dove a symbol of love becomes the other third
A cover song of an angel with lyrics they couldn't remember
Auto tuned and pitch corrected his performance they dismember
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good write my friend
Thank you for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Always welcome
Thoughtful write, Sorrenbarrett.
Thank you Jerry for the read and comment it is most appreciated
After that major glitch we lost lyrics and music !
What a shame no more Christmas songs. Thanks for the read and comment Lorenz
This is raw and jagged, like history scribbled in margins no one dares read twice.
I feel the grit beneath the holy, the weight of applause and silence pressed together—dark and alive.
Thanks so much Thomas I appreciate your read and words of understanding
Soren, there’s a sharp edge running through this that I really respect. The imagery doesn’t hold back, especially in those moments where history and interpretation collide. It’s unsettling in the right way…makes you sit with it. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your read and comment. No matter what you believe stories and words distort over time and what is believed today may be far different from what was the case tow two thousand years ago.
Good write SB. Yes, Hosanna now, then a few days later, Crucify. I think there must have been some of the same people in both crowds, even if not exactly the same two crowds.
Love the thought of the Angel lyrics. This is gorgeous 🌹
Thanks so much Teddy for the read and comment it means a lot
Well written. Your poem revolves around the juxtaposition of the divine and the mundane, exploring themes of faith, legacy, and the human condition. The poet reflects on the life of a figure who embodies both mystery and history, likely referencing Christ, and critiques how society interprets and transforms this figure into a product of culture and commercialism.
Thank you so much Friendship for your read and comment it is most valued and appreciated
Interesting Poem. A life in a very short poem.
Thank you Kevin for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Clever write soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate your review and kind words
A cover song of an angel with lyrics they couldn't remember
Auto tuned and pitch corrected his performance they dismember
That says it all, I think.
Thank you so much Vipassana you have hit upon the heart of it. I deeply appreciate your review and kind words of support
Even if the performance has fallen apart, the heart will still see the heart.
Thanks so much Sviatoslav for the supportive comment of encouragement it is most appreciated
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