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The Riddle of Creation (Free verse) by Dovina

Imagine knowing there is no such thing as death, Knowing you will be reunited with passed loved ones, Sure that God is watching you with loving eyes, Waiting with a shining world ready to receive you. Imagine knowing without a shade of doubt God will take care of His own. What comfort to know the riddle of creation.

god'swife

23-Jun-04/1:13 AM

What the hell is going on around here? I just spent 20 min. tracking votes and comments and with the exception of a very few, this entire site has descended into a happily, horribly, pitifully deluded mutual admiration poetry pit. This poem, like every other poem(again with a very very very very few exceptions)posted in the last month, at the very least, is a piece of utter fucking crap. That's not the worst of it. It would seem there are infinite numbers of stupid, spineless, folk who are more than willing to skip through life tra-la-la with the warped conception that as long as everyone one holds hands and is nice to each other well that's all that matters. How many of you idiots have posted 30-40 poems without ever looking back at any of them, trying to make the best of them, or of yourself as a-May the Gods forgive me-poet? Implying that you deficients could possibly be poets is so nauseating, I just threw-up in my mouth a little. What a bunch of disgusting invertebrates. Hundreds of thousands of meaningless tasteless rants all categorized as poetry. It's a fucking shame. The dumbing down of the entire world, neatly organized and presented right here.

Once upon a time there was a poetry website unpolluted by the dismal contributions of garden variety troglodytes. Unfortunately that Utopia didn't have a snowball's chance. What with morons and imbeciles throughout the globe with ready access to a keyboard and an internet connection. So it goes. All things wind down to a kind of muddy miserable indifference. This site has transformed into a 500 pound drooling mongoloid who thinks she sports a thong just as seductively as Anna Kornikova(sp). What's worse is when she's confronted by an accurate reflection in a full length mirror, she declares her right to do as she pleases. Of course this should come as no surprise, seeing how low standards are pervasive throughout modern culture, but still it is heartbreaking. The silver has become dross, the wine mixed with water.

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