we all know
that the sun is just a burning ball;
there is no chariot
stampeding through the sky.
we know
that we are strung down from our backbones,
dangling at 9.8 meters per second,
our passionate sighs supply oxygen
to our achilles tendon,
and the sunset is a most curious
refraction.
we learned in third grade
mountains are indifferent,
not majestic,
not purple.
we know that
bags of chemicals
walk the halls
and cut and color their hair
and flirt to recreate themselves.
there is no mystery
we cannot sterilize and process and
market.
we learned in third grade
-you
-are
-not
-holy
(we can define you with carboxyls and dopamine)
we know that
the heart is not tidy and symmetrical;
it is a twisted hive of blobs and wires,
(and we learned how fitting it is)
my innermost
electrical impulses, hormones,
yearn for yours-
we learned in third grade-
we know.
but, damn it,
look into her eyes
and tell me that you don’t see God.
In a list
A contest entry
- In The Soul by whatever666.
600 points, ended April 15, 2008, 35 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a very well written poem. It flowed nicely from stanza to stanza I really enjoyed it and I enjoyed how it tired everything together. Thank you for sharing
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Wow, I never thought of anything like that before.
It's a good poem tho!
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good
i like it -
'Tis rather like mine. Life loses flavor if you chalk everything up to chemicals.
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cleaver write
awesome, i really liked how you went from talking about school to seeing god in someones eyes. -
Wow. This is the best poetry I have read in a long time. You use your knowledge of science in an interesting but unusual way that seems to make the poem build right until the end. Then you slow us all down to end with a beautiful sentiment. Brilliant!
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A song.
There is a song out in the country and western genre. The singer is talking about his newborn baby girl. "I saw God today." I would image too that a person who is in love would indeed see God in a beautiful woman's eyes. -
i added applause twice and it isn't showing. i don't know why.... grrrrrrrrrr
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there isn't a thing about this i would change. this is the kind of poem that slams the reader with truth. for some reason i really got a kick out of these lines...
'we know that
bags of chemicals
walk the halls
and cut and color their hair
and flirt to recreate themselves'
definitely a three clappie poem
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ooo this is goood
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yes ,biology
depresses me also
or use to
you wrote all i use to think
with all we learn from science and labs
experences we often wonder how.
and then as you say
look and you will see god
this poem is a wonder that i have felt so many times
now that i am older i have decided to live right or try to and see what happens on the other side
i know there is a soul as i have seen mine
through out of body travel
but some have not
so now i rest assured,
your poem was heart felt and truth
and i loved it alot
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