In an hour glass moment, I commit a 30-minute crime
before the forgiveness jar comes around for tips.
Before the savior and his sidekick show up,
the piano player, who’s instrument has apparently
been sipping bourbon behind his back,
(yes, the piano has been drinking in church again…)
says something about knowing the real Jesus.
I don’t skip a beat sipping my Puerto Rican rum
as I question whether or not I’ve been getting right
with a fake Jesus all this time.
(can I get a what’s-it-to-ya hallelujah out there…?)
Just then, Jesus and Buddha walk into the bar.
They appear out of the smoke as if knowing
they’ve been the mystery since the first smoke arose.
We, the patrons of this place, don’t notice until
Jesus sits down at the bar and turns all the liquor
into water. Buddha sets a chant in motion
and the whole bar goes numb from the neck up.
Then, together they begin to unite the untied.
It’s easier to sit here soaked in rum with rim shot
splashes of jazz at a bar when you’re alone,
maybe talking to the tender over drinks,
but when Buddha starts guiding darts dipped in truth
into the board’s bull’s eye,
and no one appears to be throwing them,
it becomes increasingly difficult not to notice
the canopy of cool infusion mixed in the brushed etchings
of harmony’s guidance for a faithful refuge.
Somewhere,
between the holiness of being
and the unity of becoming
resides an inevitable undone oneness.
I believe Jesus went to the men’s room to write
new verse on the wall above the urinal.
Yeah, I saw him go in there with a dark Sharpie…
(…for a good time, pray…)
© Nublin’s Pub, 2009
Author notes
When it all comes together...
A contest entry
- So Jesus & Buddha walk into this bar.... by lunarlunacy.
777 points, ended April 27, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this was too good, I gotta come drinking with you. lol.
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bring some of that Canadian Mist with ya, will you?
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you got it.
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Ed, I don't know what in the hell was goin on with me when I read this the first time. How in the hell didn't draw atleast a silver if not gold is a mystery to me, and I judged the damn thing. all i can say is I had my head up my ass. the trophys are superfluous anyway, but will send ya a few hundred to contribute into the overall creative flow. this was exactly what I was lookin for when I started the contest. Witty, funny, and conveys a real message beneath. Kudos of the highest order and my utmost apologies.
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Ha Jesus and the Bhudda walked into a bar and found Satan had already fell under and was in need of a saviour but which should I choose the Jolly fat one or the Tall Skiny dude that looks like he was just singing something from Joshua Tree only in Latin.
I wish I could say I no to it all but I must declare that I did so enjoy this very pecular little read.
I like it, I like it so!
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Great work here - I stopped saucing long ago but you have rekindled a yearning for the spirit(s) I miss that once made me splat out poor likenesses to your brilliant alphabetical utterance here. If you are ever in New Orleans tell me when and at what speakeasy "you at" and I will come to you to comp you endless rumings for the chance to ear-ly adsorb your meanderings in persona. more more more Mr. son of C. B. -
ps for Danzoidian Fervor:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3240006
'bet he knows this old hang out of mine
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my apologies...I meant to click on the poem above yours...sending you more applause..
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i'll have whatever you were having when you wrote this!
groovy isn't the right word...but that is how this piece felt! Thank you for sharing. keep up the great work. good luck in the contest! peace to you always in all ways...
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The way your mind works and wraps around words creating masterpiece after masterpiece truly amazes me. You play with words like an artist molds and shapes clay into objects of beauty and grace. Keep that quill ever handy and ready for use!
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wait till you read the Balldinger book, "From Cavity's Kitchen to the Bone Comber's Home" - or just imagine reading it... Your comment is full of pure eloquence - thanks. Keeping my quill always dipped.
https://www.createspace.com/3355311
http://www.amazon.com/Cavitys-Kitchen-Bone-Combers-Home/dp/144042571X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1238601664&sr=1-1
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I have to admit....that was funny,
and clever wit......
ears/Seattle
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Funny
You devil you, ...you had to play to our imaginations and humor...I liked the poem as a good read. Nicely put, well written with poetic flare.
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good job
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ooo, a Sharpie and all?! LMAO- great stuff, Baldy, and congrats on your new book, 2!
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I hope you gave him my number.
outstanding Ed.
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I think he's already got your number, cinn cinn...
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