I never met my God, without great like

as I tripped over a dead tree,
and saw the tiny creatures
that inhabited it's girth.

He once snuck up behind me
I am sure that he was there,
to smile over my shoulder
at my son's most precious birth.

He squeals with me quite often
in the middle of orgasms
that little piece of heaven
that he's granted us on earth.

He tickles in odd places
sending my soul into mirth
at a funeral when giggles burst
as a preacher lisps God's worth,
thaying "We muth keep him firth."

I meet God oh so often
when I'm ill, and feel near death,
I pray that he'll recover me,
and grant me one more breath.
I promise him That I'll be good,
then let him down again.

He blocked the bullets fired
when I spent time in a war,
and hopefully he blocked my shots
from those that I aimed for.

And when I finally meet him
as his guest high up above,
I'll greet him as my buddy
who filled my whole life with love.

We'll sit and have a brew or two,
of course alcohol free,
and then inhale a cloud or two,
of all that's heavenly.

There's odd in God,
and backwards it spells dog
mankind's best friend,
I never met my God,
without great like,
that's all....The End!!!

Reviews

[R Smith]

that's all but not the end, a great poem on the fickle heart of man, we pray for help, oh God save us from our pain and when its gone we turn our heads again, stick with man's best friend and keep writing these great poems.

[Lauriegirl]

I think you have written a very nice piece. Great job