Finding something new bring into being
In science going scientific he is scientist
Fault finding also finding a new thing
He works hypocrite,his name pietist!
4 and 20 Pies – No Blackbirds
Oh, spare me the plethora of pies
the thumbs-up plumbs,
the pie in the sky dreams
of the pie lovers,
the onerous moooo
of the piebald cow
being milked
by the pie-eyed farmer
as his pied piper wife
lures the chickens
into a pot pie.
Pie charts to measure
children against nourishment,
who cuts, who chooses,
statistically
who wins, who loses,
“pies the type”
of apples on the floor.
It ain’t that simple, Simon
say the “pietist”
who fear
that if Pi can’t be squared
pies end is drawing near.
John G. Lawless
10/9/2014
submitted to – Sheri Fresonke Harper
Plentitude of Pies – Poetry Contest
The Ole Saint,
holy thou-est be,
the Ole Sinner,
caught in wildness, what he sees.
Ye Ole Pietist,
invisible to many, a cross stands out front,
ye Ole Sinner,
placed solely n' back, visible but is shunt.
That Ole Saint,
the Bible in hand, a cabal of covenant they stand,
and the Ole Sinner,
trifled, no supplement, life lost n' feeling replaced.
One Saint, One Sinner,
the latter no soul to save?
former to zeal, holy water embraced,
Can they be one in the same?
Yes, Let the salvation bell ring!
Razorblade © 2012
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