I chose to be an evangelist
At my own cost, three years now
In this land South of the equator
Anti-biblical things pass for therapy
A couple had trouble being honest
To many silly secrets, even church visits
Caused weekly disagreements
They sought help from their church elder
Long story short:
Elder D tried to separate, isolate, "purify" the couple
In church, at home, at bible study:
Not to sit with, or talk much to, each other
Iron fist control freak elder went beserk
As the couple left the church
That imprisoned them, forced to love God -
Take each person in love, all humans beings then -?
Treat them like criminals: isolation
Solitary confinement, to love Jesus more!
What a sham & shame, on the Church
Who let such pain pass for therapy
Not quoting Bible verses, or Jesus's life!
How He dealt w kiith prostitutes & sinners
Categories:
untrained, abuse, africa, jesus, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Parents could contact Director
Or him skip for The Inspector,
A Child Deviant for Hot Iron,
His strokes like African lion...
Assignment once in a long while;
Things that simply promote his style
But how does he go that much length:
An Asthmatic won’t dare for strength?
With his rebuffs of inhaler
That could increase his wahala?
Long speeches he rates as Teaching,
A settling for Fine-Tuned Preaching;
A voice rather An Awkward Blare,
A close listener to just stare…
He moves body with Strength rare,
More than Normal Human should spare;
A complete rejection of tact
While driving home a point or fact;
As he forswears Moderation:
An odd chap in my profession
Categories:
untrained, education, image, strength, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
Pearlescent the corneal reflection, on a blind mans eyes
orbs of obscurity, belie a defunct projection of screens
for Eventide is ever present, nuanced beside a braille directory
his mind’s focused on Feral senses, gut instincts, acuity
knowledge of darkness, has built its own safe haven
Plumb lines are useless, if life’s following a ball of string
the Thrum of a moths wings, leads him to the window
fingertips sense the drapes, yet another Crimped reality
fly away little creature, go find your own darkness
you don’t want to be trapped in here with me
with a bittersweet Tang of sadness, the moth is released
Howling into the distance, on a gentle summers breeze
Eight word Bardenesque challenge Poetry Contest
PEARLESCENT 2. HOWLING 3. THRUM 4. TANG 5. EVENTIDE 6. PLUMB 7. CRIMPED 8. FERAL
Sponsored by John Hamilton 22/03/2021
Categories:
untrained, allusion, loneliness, senses,
Form: Free verse