John Fenn Poet I do not know?

If I Could Have a Word With God

If I could have a word with God
I’d tell him I’m not pleased
Throughout the years he’s toyed with me
He tempted and he teased
He’d lead me up that primrose path
Then  with my goal in sight
Spins me round a dozen times 
And turn out every light
Seems to me whenever I’m
About to be in clover
Someone pulls the rug out
And I have to start all over
So please God if you’re listening
I’ve never asked for much
The next time I’m successful
Don’t kick me in the crotch

©  John W Fenn  18-08-2009

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Simone Segal November 3, 2009 at 3:33 PM I like your style of poetry, I have the answer to this poem, take a look at my poem Brim Your Minds Cup, love Simone

Sara Kendrick October 31, 2009 at 3:47 AM Think that you are blaming the wrong person. Like the way that you presented the topic. Nicely done. Keep writing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire October 25, 2009 at 8:44 AM Your sense of humor in the last few lines gave me a great laugh, John. I guess many of us have felt this type of angst, but you know how to express it so wittily! I'm a big fan of your work, so this is another for my faves. Love, Carolyn

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen October 25, 2009 at 2:19 AM Hi John, I see you're still talking to Him. And that's a good thing. Those kicks... all part of the refining process. Take a look at poor Ole Job. Painfully, he passed the test and remained true to God. (Even though he wished to be dead. Now that's feeling bad...) Look at it this way. You became a stronger spirit with each spin. God has good things in store for you. Good luck in the contest. Lovingly, Dane

Nadia Shahwan October 24, 2009 at 1:55 PM Beautifully poised. All the best.