the headlines hold us in their thrall
requesting sex in bathroom stall
a sad and sordid little tale
the needs of hypocrites prevail
the air holds a redolent stench
what place is this to passions quench?
yet preach that love must be withheld
from others wishing souls to meld
one path for all, the way is clear
the ring of virtue in our ear
with wife and babies to be kissed
and then to hide a little tryst
hellfire for those who chose to stray
forgive us our naiveté
just show the world your pious face
let strangers feel your sad embrace
his sin is not to desire men,
though toilets are a strange playpen,
but rather to condemn the rest
who fail religious litmus test
a Janus with a two faced stare
whose phoniness is now laid bare
transgressions shine in public light
with haunted dreams that pierce the night
A contest entry
- rhyme by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended September 15, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~ 1st Round ~ of 5 Rounds ~ Anything goes 1st Round - 30 or 40 entries will advance to round 2 - Time is running out~ HURRY! by Florida Sunshine.
450 points, ended October 28, 2007, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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the movement of the piece is very well written~ i did enjoy the read!
Thanks for entering my round contest ~ good luck to you! -
Beautifully orchestrated. I loved this.
Well done. (as I smile at this poetic commentary) Congratulations on your trophy. Superb piece. ~Pamela 
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well put!
Very good poetic comentary on a current event.
I agree with your words- summed up by:
his sin is not to desire men,
though toilets are a strange playpen,
but rather to condemn the rest
who fail religious litmus test
Good luck in this contest.
qt
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This is so true.
Brilliantly written. Great flow and rhyme.
Yet again, another one that will be hard to top.
Thanks for entering and best of luck.
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