God made me with His own hands
but quodlibet's still persist;
why do we terry and appeal
if innate reflexes exist?
The sustenance of His breath
is a prophylaxis from a spring;
like a gentle vibration rising
from a newborn or a Singh.
While some scientifically battle
others finance their path to the truth.
Yet, many are living on rice alone
and water to sustain their fruits.
So, I'll fly into the clouds of moire
throughout the extremities of space
searching for God's powerful help
like an alien in the human race.
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/images/ext/Contest/2416/657.jpg?1217878636
http://www.cosmosmagazine.com/files/imagecache/feature/files/god_particle.jpg
Special thanks to PrabhuDayal Khattar for hosting a spiritual contest.
Defined terms:
quodlibet - an academic debate or exercise in argument, esp. on a theological question.
prophylaxis - the prevention of or protection from disease.
moire - a fabric having a wavy watery appearance.
A contest entry
- but... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 18, 2008, 12 entries
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Constructive Criticism
Comments
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Humm..I can see the urge of the connectivity with HIM..and the words of this strong poem are the correct link for this connection....
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Hello.
I have no constructive criticism to offer you in this write, other than make it longer, considering the subject, but then I would say that really, ahhaha. I agree with some of the views expressed in this piece, neither here nor there, but I do like to state that. Your actual write flows well, rhyme and rhythm done well, nothing reads forced, and thank you for the Author Notes, saved me having to look the words up, ahahaa. Good luck in the contest.
My regards.
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