Metal teeth follow pencil line
Sore knees
Bad back
Firetruck!
Cut twice measure once
Back he goes
Warmth envelopes bobbing body
Naked knees exposed in icy cold
Weightless comfort, eternal bliss
Scrubbing toes
Washing nose
Fingers wrinkled, getting old
He is in
She is out
Religious men tend the nets
Rotting flesh and pungent smells
Ocean breeeze and ocean catch
In the bucket
In the bin
In the air the stench of sin
What is the measure to which the tradie cuts?
What is the plug that ruins dreams?
Who is in and who is out?
This poem is a belated response to a post in which Bill Muehlenberg labels Rob Bell as a heretic and a comment made by Piper….also about Bell. “Bye Bye Bell” It seems to me that a new yardstick has been invented, no other measure is needed anymore – agree with gay marriage and your out.
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Wow Tapman, is this one of your poems? If yes, they are seriously good.
I’ll take that as a compliment…thanks.
Surely support for gay marriage is not a new yardstick? And surely people like Bill Muehlenberg use other measures of orthodoxy?