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Previously on "Friday Poetry Corner Easter Edition"

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    Earth, mountains, rivers - hidden in this nothingness.
    In this nothingness - earth, mountains, rivers revealed.
    Spring flowers, winter snows:
    There's no being or non-being, nor denial itself.

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  • AlfredJPruffock
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    Friday Poetry Corner Easter Edition




    I came not to die
    But to be reborn
    So far from this wasteland
    So battered and torn




    The God of Scribes looked down and saw
    The bitter band of seven,
    Who had outraged his holy law
    And lost their hope of Heaven:

    Came Pruffock petty thief and pimp,
    And obscene Baudelaire,
    And Keith Moon with his letcher limp,
    And Jimi Hendrix with starry stare.

    And Wilde who lived his hell on earth,
    And Burns, the baudy bard,
    And George Best from his birth
    Malevolently drunk . . .

    As like a line of livid ghosts
    They started to paradise,
    The galaxy of Heaven's hosts
    Looked down in soft surmise.

    Said God:

    "You bastards of my love,
    You are my chosen sons;
    Come, I will set you high above
    These merely holy ones.
    Your sins you've paid in gall and grief,
    So to these radiant skies,
    Seducer, drunkard, dopester, thief,
    Immortally arise.

    I am your Father, fond and just,
    And all your folly see;
    Your beastiality and lust
    I also know in me.
    You did the task I gave to you . . .
    Arise and sit beside
    My Son, the best beloved, who
    Was also crucified.


    Robert Service
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 14 April 2006, 13:57.

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