Debbie Guzzi Poet Verse

Clap Trap

talk
listen
forgiveness
how many times
sin, repetition
who believes this bunk
this self righteous whining on
oligarchies thrive on our sin
sins they have created for just this
to contain the life of us, to feed them

The cubby hole retains its darkness as it should for it contains us and what they see as our blackened souls. The perforated screen between secludes and excluded as it intrudes on the inner workings of our guilt. Our guilt, the guilt they've orchestrated, and mined, since sperm met egg. These men of the cloth castrated by their own hands, cloaked in black and white, bathed in gray: sit and meat out the justice of the Lord in Hail Mary's?

incense burns
masking the scent of sweat --
petals fall


*Etheree & Prose poetry & haiku

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Gerald Kithinji July 30, 2013 at 6:22 AM Incense burns... around your poems. Lovely.

Connie Gildersleeve July 15, 2013 at 7:02 AM I agree with Tim.people sin, pray, all I'd righted, and they sin again, etc. Deb, so well expressed. Warm Smiles, Connie

Matthew Anish July 7, 2013 at 9:20 PM The last part of this poem - your three line poem is an excellent short summation of what you are writing here. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Tim Ryerson July 5, 2013 at 8:24 PM Cher - I think I've said this before...God didn't create us, we created God for our own convienience to ease our guilt, etc. and to arrogantly believe we deserve to live forever (simply fear of death and the unknown) Anyone who claims to know what happens when we die is an arrogant idiot... If there is an afterlife that's cool, but I have no problem with simply ceasing to exist either...Scram! Make room for somebody else!...I will stop rambling now Tim Ryerson July 5, 2013 at 8:30 PM I believe in Theistic Evolution...A higher power set evolution in motion, stepped back and said, Okay, let's see what happens here... Tim Ryerson July 5, 2013 at 8:26 PM Great triple form poem too!

Sara Kendrick July 5, 2013 at 1:39 PM Interesting work..Religion can be just that religion..If this is for a contest, reads like it could be a winner..You seem to have put forth some very sincere work in writing it..Thanks for stopping by..The porch calls to me know for it has just rained..Sara Debbie Guzzi July 5, 2013 at 1:43 PM yes for me God is personal I don't need religious dogma coming between me and higher power God is within as well as without