That's good, because most likely, that's exactly who he's going to be. ;0)

Your Haiku series on current affairs continues to amaze! Please do one on Charles and Camilla, my one is rubbish: ears in a bridal party, the synod ejects equine betrothal.

A man that would understand what the hell your forever parping on about! For god sake set your sights a little more realistically, try a man who doesn't run away whilst throwing up when you lurch into the room like a floundering minky.

But can he be black? Can he be black...

some spelling and punctuation errors, but overall, pretty good. Worth an edit.

The rhymes are simple but they don't stray from the topic or twist the syntax. Each set of two-lines connect. Nowhere does a rhyme create a sore-thumb of a section or an unbefitting line-ending. Obviousness doesn't make a rhyme forced.

"Dancing with the (INSERT CLICHE) Cliche, cliche, cliche What rhymes with RAIN? Cliche, cliche, Candy Cane Cliche, cliche, vomit stain dancing with the....ooops, I'm passing out from boredom....

You seemed to be chasing your tail for a bit, But really quite well written. Me likey

In Gethsemane, Jesu asked of the Lord (Matthew 26: 39) "My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will." Clearly Jesu thought, on the off chance, that the Lord (who was also Jesu) may have known of a different, less grotesque method of cleansing us of our sins, and was only sending Jesu to His death more or less on a whim. Alas this was not so, but does it not portray the Bearded Carpenter during a momentary lapse into lukewarmedness? Good Christ I hope not.

An extraordinarily insightful poeme. Right from the opening couplet: "There used to be a little fly Who saw the world through all her eyes" I knew that whatever followed was destined to be "unbelievably profound." Clearly what the world needs is more flies, more love from above, more presents for Saddam Hussein, and more religion. Especially in the Middle East. Flawless -10-

"lean on the strong things that marrow" What the hell does that mean :( -10-

Please don't call this a sonnet. Thank you, I feel better now. The first half is a nice little sermon on using small hurts to our advantage. Some will say that all preaching in poetry is bad. "Show, don't tell," they chant endlessly. But I like your little sermon. Then you get weird with the lukewarm thing, as if you might be bringing Scripture into it. And when God talks, well, it seems like a another way of saying to use hurts to our advantage.

lol. It's not clear whether you're serious or poking fun, and that makes it a good poem. I don't think you should call it Concrete.

A lot of these lines are just silly, but "Never believe anyone who doubts your trust" makes sense.

nice nice nice...good poem...keep it up!

i love this poem/prayer!!!!!

awesome...as usual

The first nine lines are good, but need some trimming. The rest is downhill.

Dovina love hard, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. You don't have to explain nothing to no one. What people think and say about you is none of your business.

See, ok, you wrote poetry here, and it's pretty good.