John Lawless Poet Free verse

Sprayed Spittle and Sanctimony

I rale against this GOD
of pestilence and joyous pain.
This GOD of the sinners
unforgiving beggars and fear.

I shout into the vacuous vacancy
of empty souls - huddled in hope
pleading for the penetence
of an unobtainable peace.

I mock the preachers pulpitized phlegm
sprayed spittle and sanctimony
mesmerizing the melancholy
cajoling the sheep with wolf tales.

I believe in simple things
in butterfly translucent wings
in sermons preached by bullfrog dawns
in "crownless" kings and regal pawns

John G. Lawless
5/17/2020

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 17, 2020 at 9:54 PM My bliss is fleeting on a wing. Relish this. xomo John Lawless May 19, 2020 at 7:08 AM Bliss is but the kiss of time passing

Regina Mcintosh May 17, 2020 at 8:10 PM Wow. So awesome a write, dear friend. I truly enjoyed reading and thank you for posting it. Love to you and blessings too, Gina John Lawless May 19, 2020 at 7:06 AM Thanks for stopping by Regina, always nice to hear from you