Poetry Game - Conversations With God

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Have a conversation with God. Any God. Your way. Write a poem about the conversation...have fun with it. Post it here.
 

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Conversations with God

"But when I die,"
I began, nervous,
undecided about going on.
"When I die, will it..."
"Hurt?" she asked,
a faint glint
of grin, at first,
that later stretches
to a face cracking smile.
"Yes. I suppose
that's what I'm asking."
God looks at me,
flutters her skirts
about her porcelain skin,
does a slight pirouette
about my trembling body.
"Will it hurt?" she says,
laughing this time.
"Just a hint will do,"
I say, not sure
I really want to know.
She looks to the blue
sky above, raises
a long thin hand,
points to a puff of cloud.
"I think you'll do just fine,"
she says as a finger freezes
to the cloud and points
it off to the left
just a little.
"There," she says,
turning back to offer
a supercilious smile.
"That cloud was gnawing
on my sense of symmetry."
I am left with nothing
but a notion, less
than what I started with.
"But. But. But I want to know..."
She begins to walk away,
"It is mine to know,
young man. Yours
to unravel
when the time comes."
I consider a sort of plea,
but decide there is no
begging God.
"Just live. Just
do what you do."
She waves as she prepares
to disappear.
"Oh!" she says.
"Yes? What? What is it?"
"Please. Keep your pretty eyes
on the buses
as they pass you by.
You know. Just in case."
 

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So.
What are you?
Have I felt you before?
When the sweat slicked down my back
when my body felt completely my own
and power rippled through me
when I could have sworn I wore a crown of gold,
in the midst of that
when I heard something calling, calling,
was that you?


...


Were you in the sinews
of the strange British man I hardly knew?
Were you in his breath, his hips as they ground me
against the wall in the subterranean bass thumping night-club?



no. that was someone else.








God whispers in gold.
 
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When I was afraid you stood by me,
refusing to leave my side,
but I did not really listen,
I barely even tried.


Though it would have been much easier,
to simply let me go,
you showed how much you loved me,
by telling the world no.


You told the world it could not have me,
that I was for you, and you alone,
you told the world it may not harm me,
and promised me, that one day you'd take me home.


My trials laid before me,
I knew I could not last,
but you fought my battle for me,
my stalwart standing fast.


And tho my Gods besides me,
fear still holds me tight,
but the enemy he can not have me,
my God will also win that fight.


And with that battle finally won,
all fear and doubt shall cease,
knowing that its finally done,
my heart shall be at peace.
 

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If you weren't already dead, my God,
I'd hang upon your every word,
I'd haul you up
from the voice you lost
somewhere northern hemisphere
in a whisper, in a scream
and a shout along the way,
and lift you higher
but only ever so,
just enough to let you breathe.
But in your sleep
you passed away,
lost the aptitude for caring
you used to cling to.
I'll breathe no life, my God,
into your withered husk.
Instead, I'll sit here
under Orion's Belt
and Cassiopeia's pretty chair,
and reminisce
those days you used to live.
Perhaps later, my God, my God,
I'll mill about amid the muck
and recreate your mighty frame
in golem mud and wonder at your feet.
but for today,
I'll not hang off the words
you needn't say,
those words that brought you to your death,
somehwere up there, Northern hemisphere.
 

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"so, where was i
when you made the world?"

ARE YOU TRYING TO PISS ME OFF?
 
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Thought this poem apt for the Poetry Game - Conversations With God...

NO EXIT

"Oh Lord, I have terrified
my soul at your graveyards
where the spirits of your people
thought to rest
for an overflowering morning
to recall the world in,
regale themselves with memories in,
tremble in the glory of their souls
at what they please to call your throne.
And all these yearning spirits
who have tumbled half-asleep
into their deaths, or taken them
with eyes blighted,
or been numbed into their graves
with violence and fear,
or wanted death
and still been unprepared:
- all these have framed
a way of outward thinking
and even something to look at, Lord.

And it has served a purpose,
kept both eyes in focus
from their separating ways
past your infinite divinity
to an infinite blur
in infinite space.
And this they called your grace,
lest it should seem a little strange
that any God would take such pains
to stand well in their sight,
seeking approbation,
adulation,
in exchange for dubious delight;
almost cap-in-hand
to woo the happy band
to a fitting consummation
with all creation in reverse
absorbed in Him.
A whim which only an invented God
could think
and not also think it odd.

But it has served a purpose
this deterrent
for our eyes
and would do still
were we not now content
to fix our sight
still closer
along the street
that’s in the mind
on the first thing that we find,
still closer,
almost at our own feet.

Or lost in contemplation
of a footprint,
sacrificing sense
to sensation,
retreating further from the older dispensation,
Lord.

Footprint and foot,
past and present too,
equal mind rests
to consent to.
If only to avoid the tiny terror
of where foot touches ground,
the small silence where a
thing in finding becomes found.

Were we better bound
with your cord, Lord?

Our knot."


Brian Taylor (from Blondin & other Poems)
 

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Pressing questions loom.
Was it you who made all this,
or did we make you?
 
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My reflection in the water
ripples from my finger, sending
shockwaves through creation
She hears

Boat sail across this
wet mirror broken
by their spreading wake
She breathes

Humming through my ribs
keeps rhythm to her heart
I speak a silent mind
She listens

The city tinted yellow
spewing ugly plumes of us
into her virgin clouds
She sighs

Flashbulbs of a storm
lash our with water bullets
on our newsprint-covered heads
She yells

But we don't listen
 

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My Prayer

"Spare me to linger a little longer,
Heavenly Father, should it be Your will,
So my spirit might resonate stronger
For the purpose I have yet to fulfill."

'Be productive, beneficial, and bright'
Are my watchwords and daily ambition.
My time could come like a thief in the night,
Perhaps before I finish my mission.

JFK boldly declared a great wish,
Saying "God's work must truly be our own."
With such goals, others strove to accomplish
While all of them walked their valleys alone.

Yet, only by grace can Heaven be gained,
Though our love for the Master is fervent.
And then someday may His praise be obtained
In "Well done, you good and faithful servant!"
 
 

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I sought an end to apathy
pled for resolution
expecting silence

the lance of Your pointed finger
severed me
gouts of truth spewed
I bled pain

and grew stronger

be careful what you pray for
 

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Have I lost it, God?
If I did, when?

Did it tiptoe away while I swayed in the clubs?
Did it leave my side while I snored in the dark? No note on my bedside table
Did I leave it behind in some forgotten hotel room, along with hairspray, hoodies, and underwear?

Or did you take it from me?
Along with the sky, bright and silhouetted against barren trees
Joy when I run at top speed
The free fall fear of falling in love

And why, when you took sadness and poetry from me

Did it leave me so happy,
so indifferent?
 

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Walking with Love

The sun sets low and golden
setting time for eternity;

"Let's take a quiet stroll,
assess life's tranquility".

Energy abounds as
life is everywhere,

Love leaps from every pore;
forever more, forever more.

"Tomorrow?" I ask excitedly.
"What tomorrow?", replies.
 

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Why do they always play games?
Why do they always question you?

because I made them like me.

Then why do we drip?

because I can count your sins.
 

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Not that this is poetry of any kind, but I couldnt help myself.

"Big fella, I got a question. Snooki- what happened there?"
"We all do dumb shit when we're drunk."

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