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A Sinnerâs Prayer (Free verse) by Dovina O Thou who made with pitfalls
The world I wander in
Would surely not
Impute my fall to sin
Or require sorrowful contrition
For mistakes made so enticing.
No loving God would sit so smug,
Take pleasure in my groveling.
I conclude it must be in Your will
Not to hear my sorrowful calls
But to watch a learner navigate
Pitfalls with a few less falls
Up the ladder:
If God Was a Nihilist
Down the ladder:
Construction Lot (edit)
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
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Posted: February 16, 2005 8:58 AM PST; Last modified: February 16, 2005 8:58 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.7059712 Overall Rank: 1942 Comments:
If you grovel for me, I'll tell you where god lives.
So that you might send him a more refined query.
Oh, would you please, grovel, grovel, grovel.
Q: Do you think God reads your poems?
Q2: Do you think God pays more attention to your poems than he does to, say, the Sri Lankan praying 'O God please whatever you do don't send a tidal wave anytime soon, see I just bought this new car and it's a Hyundai with leather interior standard etc etc etc'? Q3: You're a Christian. I know this isn't a question. If you just admitted you were a Christian, you'd be happier maybe, but probably not. Q4: Dear me, your 8 months on poemranker have put you on the side of - preaching - didacticism - illogics forcibly repeated in the face of uncomfortable reason - telling not showing - flagrant cronyism - affirmative action - racists - misspelling - more illogic - and God. Are you George W. Bush?
Q1 I don't know, but of course you do.
Q2 I don't know, but of course you do. Assertions 3 and 4: I don't know, but of course you do. Q5 No
Q1: Of course I know. He does, but doesn't much care, being proven (by Saint Augustine, natch) to prefer rhyming poems.
Q2: Ibid. So stop acting like you're writing poems for God's consideration only. And then stop making so many fucking errors of judgment and logic and then when we point them out saying, fuck you God understands and he's the only one I'm worried about so there. Just stop. Stop, please. Q3: Take my word for it. You are. There is no question 5. Your question 5 is the question of question 4. The answer is of course you aren't, George Bush being proven to like rhyming poems about cowboys, but you might want to consider backing off your Bushian neoconservative irrationalist stance (which I'm convinced you've had to take simply out of some bent drive to contradict us at whatever cost). If there isn't already a law against you in California, there probably will be soon.
Hey! is it Ok for a brother to leave a comment?
I don't wanna leave no icing (smile)
Comment away, brother.
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I left because, in high school, I didn't get the safety program that went:
Bill got mixed up with the wrong internet crowd.
He wants to try poetry.
Careful, Bill, it's difficult.
No, Bill, you can't spondee! You'll hurt yourself!
Too bad for Bill.
No, I get the one: Bill wants to try Rachmaninoff.
Ok. I didn't get that one, but I did get the one that goes:
Bill wants to try Air-traffic-control.
Well, you can see where that led to.