"wheedles" poems - Hello Poetry

It’s fairly comfortable from here.  There’s a place to lay my head   And rest my feet, leaden purple  And always tingling with cold. Now I nurture it,  Like a mother toward a child – Cloying and petulant,  It wheedles and moans,  Incorrigible. Blindly, And against better judgement,  I sweep what little  Flaky resolve remains, Littered  on the cool linoleum. And even as I gag On the thick,  Metallic bit of  Danger (muscles atrophy,   The flesh strung against bone) Honesty is something I can  No longer afford.

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Sep 24, 2012

Sep 24, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC

lauren-c

Status Quo

It’s fairly comfortable from here.  There’s a place to lay my head   And rest my feet, leaden purple  And always tingling with cold. Now I nurture it,  Like a mother toward a child – Cloying and petulant,  It wheedles and moans,  Incorrigible. Blindly, And against better judgement,  I sweep what little  Flaky resolve remains, Littered  on the cool linoleum. And even as I gag On the thick,  Metallic bit of  Danger (muscles atrophy,   The flesh strung against bone) Honesty is something I can  No longer afford.

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To be fair, this superstitious stuff Goes a helluva long way back. It was around the time of Babel That the Israelites lost all track Of logic and reason in the books They were peddling as God’s word. Oh, okay, they were just passing on Mesopotamian stories they heard But then to start calling it all The voice of the spiritual over-mind Means we are expected to be Sort of intellectually deaf and blind. Even if one can accept things like A snake that talks and wheedles I think accepting talking bushes Requires stuff in hypodermic needles. I think you have confused Your Jehovah with Santa. They are not the same thing. Let me hear you say hallelujah! Some of your traditions are Verging on the weird and funny When you peddle stories About an egg-laying bunny. And that basket of fishes To feed a thousand was dumb. In prehistoric Israel, just where Did those freeloaders come from? That strange ‘water into wine’ thing Would be banned by law today. Jesus, as evangelical moonshiner? The authorities would put him away. But that’s all fine and good if One personally deems it to be so, This claiming to run daily life By words memorized long ago. Since some of it makes sense It may be easier to just ignore Things like wizards and magic As something from long before. Evidence today says nobody lived For eight hundred years and such. But things like facts don’t seem To bother religious people that much. So, have at it, you spooky folks With your symbols and mystery Just save your breath if you think You’ll get acceptance from me.

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Apr 29, 2016

Apr 29, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

MUMBO JUMBO MAMBO

To be fair, this superstitious stuff Goes a helluva long way back. It was around the time of Babel That the Israelites lost all track Of logic and reason in the books They were peddling as God’s word. Oh, okay, they were just passing on Mesopotamian stories they heard But then to start calling it all The voice of the spiritual over-mind Means we are expected to be Sort of intellectually deaf and blind. Even if one can accept things like A snake that talks and wheedles I think accepting talking bushes Requires stuff in hypodermic needles. I think you have confused Your Jehovah with Santa. They are not the same thing. Let me hear you say hallelujah! Some of your traditions are Verging on the weird and funny When you peddle stories About an egg-laying bunny. And that basket of fishes To feed a thousand was dumb. In prehistoric Israel, just where Did those freeloaders come from? That strange ‘water into wine’ thing Would be banned by law today. Jesus, as evangelical moonshiner? The authorities would put him away. But that’s all fine and good if One personally deems it to be so, This claiming to run daily life By words memorized long ago. Since some of it makes sense It may be easier to just ignore Things like wizards and magic As something from long before. Evidence today says nobody lived For eight hundred years and such. But things like facts don’t seem To bother religious people that much. So, have at it, you spooky folks With your symbols and mystery Just save your breath if you think You’ll get acceptance from me.

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An oyster starts off as pure and innocent, Until an irritating parasite, wheedles it’s way in, Instead of succumbing, The mollusk covers it in layers and layers of elegant nacre, Transforming it into something magical and beautiful and priceless, One of nature’s miracles, A strong iridescent unique pearl. We must do the same, Cover our failings and our insecurities and our sins In layers and layers of kindness and compassion and forgiveness, Till we too blossom and shine bright, Becoming priceless in all our glory.

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Aug 2, 2021

Aug 2, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC

nasus

Like An Oyster

An oyster starts off as pure and innocent, Until an irritating parasite, wheedles it’s way in, Instead of succumbing, The mollusk covers it in layers and layers of elegant nacre, Transforming it into something magical and beautiful and priceless, One of nature’s miracles, A strong iridescent unique pearl. We must do the same, Cover our failings and our insecurities and our sins In layers and layers of kindness and compassion and forgiveness, Till we too blossom and shine bright, Becoming priceless in all our glory.

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