the wages of sin...

the wages of sin...

A Poem by Nearly Blonded

crooked lines on bent wrists 
stemming from a contorted crucifix 
bathing our tanned skin in poisoned holy water 
indoctrinate the blue boys with their indigo lips 
wishing to sip the nectar of God 
milk and honey colored flesh turns crimson in the witching hour 
scrapes and scars adorn babies and bedsides
serving as tally marks and placeholders for a cinnamon-scented embrace and wet kisses 
a well-deserved punishment 
fleshy and red, escaping my chest  
pulsating quicker than before 
bore in the crook of my elbow 
slipping out 
falling in my lap 
harder than ever to conceal

© 2019 Nearly Blonded


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This is an interesting poem every word served a purpose. I concurr with other poets reviews too well written!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


No wasted words in the poem. Each statement with purpose and meaning. Sin, part of us. Hard to be good and life temptations are always near. I felt the deep thoughts and I believe, all we can do. Is our best. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


I've been surrounded by howling bible-thumpers, but never got into organized religion myself. I love how your poem is so dynamic in the ways you describe distortions & also you bring in all the senses, so the vivid sensations are banging. The chaos your poem inflicts is how my head feels when trying to reason with someone who's quoting scriptures at me like weapons (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


I dislike organised religion and stay away from it. I used to go to church, but didn't like the way the church was selective as to whom they welcomed. Even now they still don:t accept everybody. That's where you took me with your lines. A well written poem.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


Nearly Blonded

5 Years Ago

yeah you for sure captured what i was trying to show. while i’m no longer a fan of organized relig.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are welcome.
i think religion is contorted...especially the Catholic religion these days...with the abuse, and how it just gets moved from diocese to diocese...but isn't really dealt with enough by the church...And having been an altar boy when i was a kid, this hits home...our priests were luckily okay...but i saw so many come to church, act all religious...and then be the meanest people all week long.
this has a lot of meaning for me...having shied away now from organized religion...God is in our hearts and how we treat others...
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Nearly Blonded

5 Years Ago

i couldn’t agree more. thank you for your words and i’m glad that my writing connected to someon.. read more
This flows well
I could sense what you were talking about as a line drawn between life and death. Someone should beware of being encapsulated in hemness by some luring activities of some enchanting girls/women.
I don't know if I get the picture clearly.
Thanks for sharing this piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Nearly Blonded

5 Years Ago

thank you. i was more so talking about the way some aspects of religion can be harmful (and were har.. read more
Kay Salisu Titilola

5 Years Ago

Alright.
It's my pleasure reading this too.

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Added on June 24, 2019
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Nearly Blonded
Nearly Blonded

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