"fundie" poems
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Too little and of course, too late
they spend what’s left imprudently
attempting to alleviate
the love of God’s own liberty:
The world transexual one-party state.
They think it’s normal — right for all
lost in a prideful dying fall
their lions heed the sea-horse call
attempting to transgender fate;
the devil searches for a mate
his nightly Babylonian date:
the world transexual one-party state.
They’ll legislate the Lord away
(his fundie followers as well)
their hateful heaven, holy hell
shall wither up and disappear
before redemption can draw near.
Their myths no more shall obfuscate
nor dangle such celestial bait
that underwriters overrate:
the world transexual one-party state.
Their antichrist is overpriced,
the nations, globally enticed,
now glorify the deviance
in herd-like mass obedience
surrendering to expedience:
where good is bad, and bad is great
and Christ the only one to hate,
allegiances exacerbate
the world *********** one-party state.
Parties will form and parties end
but parties can no more defend
consolidation into one
than flip a switch and dark the sun;
the Caesars left this part undone
the Muslims are just having fun
with our *********** one-party state.
Bring on the night until we see
that dark means dimming by degree
two parties? Overdone by one !
So let it bleed and let it be
till One is All and all agree
that we are doomed to hesitate
when God cannot resuscitate
the late One-World *********** State.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
dinner Greenport-side, watching the shuffling ferries do
their sworn duty, a back ‘n forth wearisome toll,
while we sip a rose and a PBR, respectively and with respect
no enthusiasm afterward for anything but an early off to bed,
and slip into pj’s asap
me in my knackered wholly Hanes fundie knickers,
no thinking required
but she
retires, re-attires in a summery combo,
a gray sweat t-shirt and green and white
plaid pj pants
which she is unawares are my favorites
cause they lop off fifty years,
a teenage woman re-incarnate recreated
cause her figure now womanly full,
better than then
morning awake l, a disturbance of the peace,
recall a snuggling a wake up hug,
and her bottoms conspicuously
gone missing
over break fast I inquire
over yogurt and berries and a
smoked mozzarella omelette,
what happened to those plaid bottoms?
assuming I was innocent of any transgressions
as best I could recall
with a sheepish childlike grin,
that made look like she was twenty again,
to match the now yoga toned body,
she confesses:
forgot to tie the bowstrings
and they slipped down to my ankles
blessed and cursed I thought!
too much of a gentleman to take advantage,
AND my situational awareness was slipping badly,
but when a poem comes across,
ready and pre-writ,
I’m still young enough to grab aholt of it
and never let go
6/23/18
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Back in my fundie days,
Anyone could be happy, if
They really wanted to.
If you tried hard enough, all
Your wishes would come true.
Love was forever and divorces weren't possible, unless
You were selfish.
Kids didn't disappoint their parents, if
You raised them right.
People had addictions because they chose them, and
They could quit if they'd just stop.
Depression was a sign that
You weren't relying upon God enough.
Back in my fundie days.
Back in my fundie days,
I had a fish on my car, an index finger in the air, and
a pipeline to God.
I was going to heaven and
I knew how you could too.
There was only one name for the Almighty, and
It was “God,” and God was a HE.
Prayers were always answered, if
You had enough faith.
All solutions were found in the Good Book, and
You could look them up for yourself.
Back in my fundie days.
Back in my fundie days,
I lived in a country founded on Christian principles,
the ten commandments and the twelve apostles.
People were poor, because
They were lazy and didn't want to work.
My country was right, and
If you disagreed, you could move away.
Protesters were communists, who were
Trying to tear this country down.
English was the undisputed language,
Both here and abroad.
Back in my fundie days.
Back in my fundie days,
I knew the difference between right and wrong,
With no shades of confusing gray.
There was a place for everything.
You, me, us, them,
God, family, country, life...
It was much simpler, when
There were more answers
Back in my fundie days.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 7:22 AM UTC