dr_con Posted August 17, 2017 Share Posted August 17, 2017 Witness We stood before the Throne you and I In the Loon’s call The clearing of clutter The unreliable labor to make ends meet And the beggar at the door says We’re selling these trinkets To raise money to help children grow closer to god and she seems confused at my reticience My avoidance My refusal Is there anyone else here she asks holding her box as if it’s a shield seeing in my eyes more than rejection I want to strip politeness from my censor leap upon the table yelling Which One Which One? If you have to ask You don’t know the Gods they are everywhere In the washed cups In the jars of herbs The dried spill one of us must clean-up Not the Hanging Judge The God of No unless multifaced Nothing grinning on the same side as the dog barks the cricket chirps the fragment burns on edge of atmosphere Or survives and creates an excuse for pilgrimage I met your god The one who uses belief to abdicate the sins of the Father pedaling a perversion of love spreading and subjugating your young bound to a demiurge Not Dead but Mad Mad Mad I almost laugh Instead silently say Be gone Be gone Ignorance The look of doubt as she leaves through the door contains more Power and Glory than this Witness can bare. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted August 19, 2017 Share Posted August 19, 2017 Another thinker DC...It all pulls together in the last strophe. It is honest. "I want to strip politeness from my censor" Oh how many times have I felt that way? ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dcmarti1 Posted August 22, 2017 Share Posted August 22, 2017 "If you have to ask..." Love it. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted August 25, 2017 Share Posted August 25, 2017 Your work is excellent and relevant as ever. This evokes for me a vision of bright eyed pedants with gleaming white teeth, who wouldn't take your word for it if you said they were on fire... even if they were. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoelJosol Posted August 31, 2017 Share Posted August 31, 2017 I can taste the sarcasm in the piece. I enjoyed at the music of this line and grinned at the thought conveyed "seems confused at my reticience" Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted September 4, 2017 Share Posted September 4, 2017 Yes, you could always use such opportunities to proselytize to those who knock at your door! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry L shuff Posted September 23, 2017 Share Posted September 23, 2017 Politics, some people are ruining their lives,over ,politics. why ruin the Joy of life ? Poetry is just one of the joy's of life,amoung many, many other things. I atribute this to, two dimensional thinking. But that's just my opinion. only credible to me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted September 24, 2017 Share Posted September 24, 2017 Strong narrative thread Juris, which kept me involved to the end. enjoyed badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted September 24, 2017 Share Posted September 24, 2017 Count me among the involved-to-the-end, doc. I share your ambivalence toward these door knockers, have even been one in the past. This poem is written in what I call the New Style of showing by telling what the narrator feels in the situation (as opposed to telling the reader what to feel.) The last stanza is particularly poignant and even profound, made more acute by the surprising, clever substitution of "bare" for "bear." Note: misspelling or word invention on "reticience"? Not sure that I know what to make of it, if invention. If a misspelling, just bringing it to your attention. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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