hissy fit….

hissy fit

oh my lord
what a barge
of bombastic words
child
i ain’t never heard
anything like it
laying out
the sins
of
others
on the altar
of
shame
before god
and
everybody
not
one
eardrum
was spared
now
it may have been
for their own good
cause
there was
the asking for forgiveness
but
i thought
it was just 
a closing prayer

 

 

wrapped in a martyr’s flag…

wrapped in a martyrs flag

using the sins of others
to conceal their own sins
history’s atrocities
committed against their fathers
are now their adopted ways

 

 

persnickety…

sermons
always contained
just
enough
sideline sunday sin
to
engender
a level of guilt
that
fosters
donations
proportionate
to
perceived public perception
of
sins committed
offenders
carefully monitor
smiles
smirks
and
direct scours
of
other parishioners
to
assess
the level of discernment
by
said
members
to
the number of sins
previously
thought
to be
undisclosed
following
this post sermon survey
as
the collection t plate
canvasses the congregation
the magnitude of
the visible
repentance offering
is
adjusted
and
humbly given
but
with
flare

the rock…

the rock

sitting atop
a small hill
the rock
became entangled
in sagebrush
barely visible
like
a lost soul
in an uncaring world
the only
solution
was to
clear away
the clutter
cutting away
old vines
like
washing away
past sins
so
it could
see
again

go on down…

copyright cwmartin 2012

go on down
to jordan
go wading
in the water
wade away
your sins
wash them
so clean
that heaven’s gates
will open
just for you
when
that
sweet chariot
comes swinging low
low enough
to trouble
the water
now
don’t you
go getting concerned
cuz ‘
government folks
ain’t there
to see you rise
from the ashes
of life’s tribulation
they’re busy
busy
as usual
washing
the blood
of the poor
off their hands

ain’t no way out…

copyright cwmartin 2011

sitting
quite
sanctimoniously
on the deacon’s bench
brother jones
was the model of calm
and cool
until
miss maybel
wearing her trademark
red dress
and high heels
sporting a walk
even pastor brown
followed
with each step
to the front of the church
to confess
her sins
and
with
whom

pinball wizard…

standing before the pews
with both hands
on the altar
he raises his hands
in the air
and begins to work
the religious flippers
bringing tears of joy
and witnesses galore
as his words pinball
through the well dressed
congregation of brothers and sisters
the amens and hallelujahs
are punctuated
with chords of music
from the choir
like the bells and whistles
of a game machine
and the parishioners light up
as they hear what god
has in store for them
but the pastor hits tilt
when he mentions
one of
their
sins

before god….

 

last confession heard
weighted down
with others’ sins
labored steps home
shower on
needing to remove
pungent smell of incense
stains of cheap wine
robes removed
tossed aside
revealing torn t-shirt
naked before the mirror
stands a man
just a man

 

This poem was inspired by by dracegannon who stated that “In the past, I wrote a poem titled “Priest Are Men” See if you can run with this colorful idea for a poem.” Please visit his site and enjoy some very poignant poems.