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How Angels Smell (Free verse) by Dovina How can angels do their jobs
to comfort a stink-sodden nose,
or agree to fragrance of a rose?
For after all the reverent hype,
they have no sense of smell.
In duty to God,
and love of humans,
they smell in emulation,
then grimace
or exert a smile
at odors they imagine.
Not so different after all
from worshiping God
with no accompanying Spirit,
no way to feel His presence.
Up the ladder:
My Reason
Down the ladder:
As we lay
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Posted: September 25, 2005 10:22 AM PDT; Last modified: September 25, 2005 10:22 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7796 Comments:
The last stanza didn't have the same flavour as the first two....felt it was kinda lacking there.
Your spelling of âflavorâ leads a casual reader to think you might be English. If so, youâve got to bear down and write your complaints using vulgar and insulting language, or ruin the image the English have created here. hear! hear!
Only English in the bloodline, never been there...but...flavour suggests, well, more flavour than the American-English flavor, don't you think? I also prefer grey to gray, and colour to color. It just seems richer...more full of flavour and colour when spelled the Olde English way. (Should those both end with e's? (I AM a descendant of Mary Stuart...and am intoxicated by David Bowie...does that count? LOL!)
Okay, immitate British spelling if you think it adds good stuff: flavour, colour, odour. Just beware the errour, the tremour, the inferiour humour your apt to find here.
Utter drivel. Your poems have the power to make you, Dovina, personally, however far you think you're removed by narrative distance and metaphor from their content, look silly as you only could in real life by forgetting to wear pants to a 'Save Killer Asteroids' rally.
Then I'll remove them farther from reality and more into drivel by adopting your suggestions.
I've hardly ever made suggestions on your poems, except perhaps the suggestion that you 'stop writing incoherent drivel.' If you're suggesting you would remove your poems more into drivel if you stopped writing incoherent drivel, I'd like to see you try. If you mean you'll remove them more into drivel by adopting one of my many OBSERVATIONS, what the hell ever. Yours forever,
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I heard they were blind but the not smelling thing is new to me. The next thing you'll be telling me is they have no feeling which explains why they don't bother having dicks.
Maybe God just smells really bad. That's why the angels have Michael Jackson noses and God hides from us.
Next time you smell something funky and you can't figure out where it came from feel comfort in knowing the holy father is near.
I like the idea of the poem. The blindness of faith and all.
I've sped up the evolutionary process for his species so that within the next five years he and his kind will evolve into giant erect penises that will unite to take over the world beating all humans to death with their huge heads only to soon become extinct in the subsequent celebration catastrophe when they all drown in their own ejaculation. The world will then be the way it always should have been, Stupid.
Hear the prophecy of Evil Denis.