Pedestal Peddlers

Pedestal Peddlers

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Pedestal Peddlers
blithering fools
orators galore
in shop display windows
close to the madding crowd
selling wares of religious artifacts
by distorting the facts
taking advantage of their God's fiction
the diction enunciated with devil's tongue
Who are these high rollers?
someone break the pane
chase them away
because the sins we carry
is a pain
that can not be wiped clear
even if the preacher sells
absolution for cheap
because a conscience
needs to earn impunity
through years of recompense
and infinite poems written as penance.
erin-cilberto
10/14/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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Selling wares of religious artifacts. You remind me of what I call bible bashers. I have letters written by great aunt Winnie who died from TB at 17 and her Baptist Minister. The child died in fear. She had barely lived, yet in the eyes of the church was a sinner. Utter crap. Enough to put you off religion for life. I couldn’t stop crying when I read them. That’s where your powerful poetry directed me J.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


My bitterness detector started burning out fuses about halfway through this one. Of course, these fellows have been doing this sort of thing for centuries. I recall reading that at some point after the crusades, five different European churches claimed to possess the skull of John the Baptist. If that were true, then the original JtB must have been a hydra. Then there were the 15th century guys who sold "Get out of purgatory early" passes. The list goes on and on. On the other hand, they were just entrepreneurs supplying a need. Pre-scientific European life was an ordeal, and people wanted all the reassurance they could get. If I had any business sense, I would establish a bottling plant near the Sea of Galilee and try to market the water Jesus walked on.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I learned a lot from your review, John...thanks for that.
j.
A lot to think about here, a very deep poem. I love the last line "infinite poems written as penance" and the idea of cheap absolution, that doesn't wipe away the pain. People say that confession is good for the soul, and if you confess to a priest you'll feel better, but I haven't found that to be true. Maybe poetry is a way to find some absolution. Nice job.

Posted 1 Year Ago


NormaZ

1 Year Ago

(Sorry, heard)
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Knew what you meant my friend...we start typing fast sometimes and don't realize the typos.
I.. read more
NormaZ

1 Year Ago

I guess we won’t really know until we get there, but it would be nice to think that he would suffe.. read more
We need to just take them off the pedestal...this is such a strong and compelling write, dear Jacob.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

sometimes people talk a good game, a great game, but when it comes down to it they are shallow peopl.. read more
We are left to make choices in this erratic world. Faith is what we are, how we behave- not always what we believe. War and peace, love and hate etc' is part of the 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you' tenet' - found worded in varying ways as a Linus blanket in all weights. Cynicism , science and now A1, will juggle the facts and make fiction of most. Perhaps we all walk in the shadow of.. who knows unless life itself is the path . ' .. because a conscience needs to earn impunity through years of recompense and infinite poems written as penance. '

Who or What teaches us to have a conscience, jacob?

'

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I don't know, em. I think we just have to have one in the first place. Not sure it is something that.. read more
so well written, and truly a sign of the times.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, jaye,
j.
I feel you brother, takers abound

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, D.
j.
I’ve heard happy wife happy life; I would offer this corollary: happy life crappy poet.
But I think you beat me to it.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

so hard to write happy stuff, ain't it?
Prayers are answered... but not what we expected...
We elected the wrong Puppets with ties to a Ventriloquist with
stolen Articles of Alternatives. And now the Votes are counted over and over. quietly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

sure would have been wrong the other way as well.
where are those puppet masters...the voices.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

The damage has been done.... we are using pretend money... Monopoly is a Board Game. p.
These are perilous times. Charlatans abound.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

amen, Emily, amen..









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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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