poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

At “The Woman of Faith” Conference: Observation #3

Can you believe
that one of them actually
told me that I was going to hell?
She must have obviously known,
through some preternatural sense,
I was a non-believer –
that, I, in fact did not
offer my faith to the
One-and-Only, as they told me,
as it read in their helpful pamphlets,
Christian Lord.
I mean I assumed that was the reason
as it didn’t seem she would
condemn me to hell for taking away
her outside, unsealed water bottle
that she did her best to smuggle in past my trained scanning eye.
It could not have been
the result of doing my job
could it? I mean…
I had no idea that doing my job
would result in eternal damnation.
That following my superior’s orders
would send me to a fiery inferno.
I wish someone would have told me
that the way I choose to make
a less than meager living would eventually
lead me to Satan’s abode
because then I would not have
taken the job.  But such is the curse,
of the unknowing that unwillingly
reject the Grace of the Lord, as well as,
those who decide to take employment
as an unappreciated security guard
who’s only instructions for the
precursory bag search was to
confiscate foreign sealed or unsealed water bottles,
while also searching for any harmful outside potentialities
to keep those in attendance safe
so that they could fully indulge,
or should I say, pay loving thanks to the Lord
for His having bestowed his wisdom on how to live and love
in this world.

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