Shaped and baked near whipping post, Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Lords creation at first glance, now becomes a heinous stance
Without method style or grace, prearrangement takes its place
Love, hate, joy and pain now conspire an epic feign
Guilt and loathing to atone, gild the walls and precious stone
Paltry pence in fusion grow, to the pompous they bestow
Hollow empty vacuous gesture, clad the stark in splendid vesture
My conceit has placed me well, fear of nothingness or hell.
Confusion, Hypocrisy And Ambiguity
Blessed
Published by Family Friend Poems March 11, 2025 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I am originally from Ireland. I arrived in New York in my late teens and have lived here for over 30 years. I travel back occasionally. I enjoy fly fishing and being outdoors. I'm not a writer nor a poet however I enjoy writing nonsensical rhymes about different things that usually amount to nonsense - but it’s fun!