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I may be a statue
and you may be rock dove
so I give you
a footrest
and you give me enough
of fine digested
paint spurted
in hue of taint
its beautiful tough love

sinner
in need of saint


Author notes

I thoroughly hate the fact that souls are made icons; that sinners are always in need of "saints"; and I hate the illusions of "love" surrounding some "saints" ... I have seen too many sorrow brought about by so called saints, and also by so called sinners, creating "saints" and then suffer at their own illusions ...

Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Pigeon

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  • x Bright Eyes x gold member
    July 14
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    loved the imagery and the way you wrote this and the descriptive words used


  • leo2
    July 10

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    I think it's the saint who needs the sinner more than the other way around because without sinners there would be no reason for a saint's existance. Good luck in the contest.

    Sincerely,
    Leo Long


    • myrataal silver member
      July 10
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      Leo ...

      I think in the Eyes of God, saint and sinner are equals. None knows who are the children of God, BUT God. And of course those who truly loves Him and KNOW it. We may NOT judge. In this poem I merely stressed my dismay for some role models ... and for not keeping our eyes solely on God. We are all guilty of that.

  • poorpete greenslade gold member
    July 10
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    love the pigeon lol ,, is he a homing bird xx


  • shepherd23 silver member
    July 10

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    Myra,
    I understand that if we set up anyone or anything other than Jesus Christ as our measure of "holiness" we will set ourselves up for sorrows... "fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith"
    good thoughts in this poem
    in His service
    Wade


  • deercatcher
    July 9

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    I don't understand the note! But the poem, it reminds me of the proverb, Without oxen, the stall is clean; but great is the increase of the oxen. I have a poem, Ithink you will like; it is a Parenchma-"Bleeding". I think you will recognize yourself in it. It has a sort of the same flavor. One thing wonderful, Myra about the keyboard relationship; I will never be close enough to color your statue! That is my wife's pleasure/misfortune! I can't misspeak; I can proof what I say, and change it on second pass.
    I have a private poem that doesn't get out much
    Debtor's Prison
    My young soul
    Is growing old
    In the cold
    Confinement
    Refinement walls
    Of Boundaries long crossed
    The corrosive cost
    Of Living next to me
    Bills yet unpaid
    And few visitors
    To my cell.

    What you are talking about here
    Is "the corrosive cost" of being close to some one and what I gather about your life, It is a work thing.

  • Jalalbad gold member
    July 9
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    Lovely my sweet friend- good luck in contest


  • HiddenByTheDark
    July 9
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    very good write good luck in the contest..

    ♥always Kate
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