I felt so pious on those times of sitting stiffly in a pew,
dressed in my suit, as Sunday's mannequin,
being an outfit I never wore on other days.
At least for a few hymns I felt holy, well not pissed about something,
though lost it during communal prayer moment
when my brain drifted to some erotic image
based on the hottie sitting one pew over.
Scriptures read, sermon heard, at least pretended to listen
brain was off thinking of where we would go for lunch,
did have a passing spiritual thought though,
it evaporated too quickly to be remembered.
At work during the week, was tagged as "religious" by those
who knew I went to church,
got stuck most of the time in the company of bible thumpers,
such as the recovering alcoholic and ex-con
that love the Lord, hated sin and anyone who disagreed with his point of view.
Ever feeling cursed by irony to be
trapped by association in a wasteland of false propriety,
so ensconced with guilt from years of brimstone and fire teachings,
and Sunday School lectures of turn or burn intimidation
to truly feel great wallowing in the throes of completely depravity,
yet also to honest over the boiling pot of darkness in my head
for utterly embracing the fanaticism of faith's zealots
with their revolving door of standards, having hinges of hypocrisy.
Learning to smile in the insanity,
prayer for learning numbers to win the lotto
while asking forgiveness for everything I'm going to do wrong,
leaving me feeling totally depressed about,
which I'll worry will happen tomorrow
or maybe the next day,
but eventually, based on past performance.
Author notes
Prompt: Saint or Sinner
A contest entry
- Sinner or Saint by Ken-Maverick.
650 points, ended September 22, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I deeply respect honesty
And you are honest, very honest here my friend.
A very unique write indeed,
Thank you for your entry
All the best
Ken -
oh, how very very good! A realistic and human look at we poor sinners. Love, Lane
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OMG~
You took the prompt and ran with it
Excellent!!
Love these lines
Scriptures read, sermon heard, at least pretended to listen
brain was off thinking of where we would go for lunch,
for some reason I kept getting images of at least one person in attendance- harbed a treasure-
nestled in his bible (the ex con)
a Playboy magazine centerfold neatly folded~
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Spirit~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweetness
Best wishes too
and my Love & Light
~ Desire~*~
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This is loaded with the power that drives the suit to church while waiting the the time to complain as God will say-depart from me worker of inequity. Everything there carries the prompt so true to life. Visions that will carry those to the grave without a morsel of faith. Thanks for the read
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