His opulence dripped
like mortuary flowers,
heavy scented, masking death
in a lonesome funeral chapel.
His rampageous riches dangled
from wrists and neck. rapturous
was the gaze he threw upon the world-
this simpleton in sheeps clothing.
Gathered together beneath the tent
his religious tirade reaches them-
they are estranged from God. he screams
and dances around with great hilarity.
Maintenance of the church falls to the faithful
though jaded and jagged be their lives,
though they are never far from the grindstone
they pay tithes to a pompous god man.
His pretentious prayer brings loose change jingle
into the musty spring night air.
A pre-selected hymn plays and I feel
the urge to Asphyxiate the asocial fraud.
Author notes
i used the words( or a variation of) in the oreder they appeared on the list and it is scary how easy this fit into a past life event of mine.
I love word bank contests. this one was easy, as I read the word list a few of them reminded me of a tent revival meeting I went to when i was nine or ten. I remember sitting at the back( wherer all the sinners sit) and watching the guy to his act- and it was an act- he looked at his watch several times during prayer and preached as long about tithing as he did about redemption. so for me the word list inspired a piece aout an event in my youth that I had not thought about in some time...and yes I did thin of choking him then-just to shut him up mind yuo- nothing more than that-instaed my buddy and I left before the offeing plate made it to us...peace
A contest entry
- Word Bank by DeadlyPoetic88.
3586 points, ended March 12, 2008, 10 entries
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The images and metaphors showed me this charlatan very clearly - and it reminded me of an employer I had once. There are people who preach humility and poverty yet smell of fine scents "like mortuary flowers"; and there is no life in them.
I like your diatribe against that fraudulent revivalist.
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thank you Margaret
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did you get my message? please send me the link once you have posted it.
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I just saw it.
Messages don't always show up on my monitor. I have to check messages to see them.
You obviously didn't look at the site, or you'd know that I always credit the poem to whoever wrote it.
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still not finding it
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Would you have any objections ...
to my posting this on my blog?
poetsporch.blogspot.com/
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not at all as long as i am credited
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A wonderful piece, I do like the ending Nice when thoughts return to us. You told your tale very well, using the word bank smoothly. Excellent write, good luck
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thank you lady
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Amen!
Terry
I love it!
How often I have been tempted to Asphyxiate the asocial fraud!
nae be it we...there but for the grace of God go I! : )
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thank you good sir, nice to see you around again...peace
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Very nice write.
An offering to the (in the name of GOD) money grubbing liars. -
This is a very good poem. I like how you used the words and even the topic of the poem. Its very interesting. Keep up the good job. Thank you for entering
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I hate word bank contests ...
actually, but you seem to do quite well with them.
It's odd, but I have a block on erotic content and it blocked this poem. I can't see what's erotic about it.
Oh well, it's a good poem in any case.
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took it out of adult- wasnt supposed to be there.
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Aha.
Now I see.
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