I Ate The Apple

I Ate The Apple

A Poem by Honey-Bee

I Ate The Apple
Because I was told
I would be just like God
On a throne of Gold

Wisdom would be my sister
And knowledge my bed
I would be crowned with beauty
And a trail of gold would be spread

I listened to the serpent
Who played a recording in my head
As Adam lay beneath the tree
Dreaming of a bed

My mouth began to water
Imagination took a hold
I dreamed I was a goddess 
A lovely queen to behold

I thought the serpent kind
To tell me of such things
He flirted with my mind
And showed me of his wings

I would sit upon a throne
And be just like God
Knowing good from evil
And angels would applaud
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© 2014 Honey-Bee


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You can't easily trust someone. You played with such a simple teaching in such a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing the poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I enjoyed the tale. Those naysayers snakes can trick up. I like the story and the want to sit next to God. Good to read your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Honey-Bee

10 Years Ago

Thanks Coyote Poetry! I hope your prayer comes true!
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

You are welcome.
A good take on Adam and Eve's story. I applaud you...:)..........

Posted 10 Years Ago


Honey-Bee

10 Years Ago

Thanks Sami Khalil! You know I wonder how many of us would eat the fruit offered with the same tem.. read more
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yep. You are right. Welcome...:)......................
A sad story indeed. How did a serpent get into Eden anyway?

Posted 10 Years Ago


Honey-Bee

10 Years Ago

Thanks Marie!

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Added on July 29, 2014
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Honey-Bee
Honey-Bee

Ventura , CA



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I like to read and write poems and stories I love nature, kids and God. I enjoy the outdoors very much. I love the beach and mountains. I love my four grandchildren and hope to have more. I have.. more..

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