Biblical farce

Tried to drink your sentiments out of my bed

   still I long'd for you in my thought-laden head,

      chanted in braille verse to my vowed resolution

            written on empty coffee foam's contention

                  in conflict's diversion of indifference,

hostility's warnings pen'd on the dotted line,

   pulled the trigger in Russian roulette's toying mind

      wedded bliss but a myth of yesterday's yearning,

   you were never there, now spare me

                         the empty poetic promises,

dissed in disillusioned, dissolution, distributional destiny

    manifestations of a higher power demoralized,

 dematerialized in human emotion's obsolete conjecture

            'let no man put asunder', a biblical farce...

                                                'So what?'

Author's Note

captcha - reaward

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

There is feisty involved on this, better not cross the path of this feeling. Lingering male issues from the past unresolved although apperently in retrospection he wasn't even there to begin with. All empty promised and make believe then. Isn't it a wonder that you would feel that level of frustration? To turn the page and create a new space , For the next maybe? Maybe not but what is clear is this time there will be no pulling apart.

Thankyou

[Frieda P]

My muse was feeling all feisty, not where this one started out, but landed with a big thump, thanks Rene.

[Shirlena]

Yep got a lot "tude" in this one...I don't know what or whom brought on this dedication but I would read it with a shield to my face or it's gone be cracked and laying on the flo'. lol This is some "horde" writing Ms. Frieda and I like it.

[Frieda P]

Ha ha you crack me up dahlin'...wasn't going in this direction 'til my 'tude' got revved up, then there was no stopping it...jazz'd you enjoyed my rant. :)

[willweb]

This poem had an energy and a power that was emiting from the page as I read. I might have even been scared a few times in these lines. This was great Frieda P. I really enjoyed this today.

[Frieda P]

Laughing here, Scared? Then my job is done. :) Thanks Will.

[redzone]

I guess captcha's "reward" is that in the game of Russian roulette, you won, but still suffered the "the empty poetic promises,
dissed in disillusioned, dissolution, distributional destiny" or as you say, "you were never there". One of the things I came to understand about "Biblical farce" and why I threw out all things "biblical". It's all a farce!!

My first wife and I were married in a church, but we wrote and changed the vows. They were much less farcical, but we were not able to work through all the changes we faced and our dreams changed and with this so did our feelings we had for each other. Much of this was my fault in that I had promised to always write her poetry.

Ok, not sure why I mentioned this, but this is where I went as I read your poem. You started your poem with a cadence and rhyme, and then switched as you wrote and I could feel the anger in the words as you continued. Not sure that this was intentional or not, but in my opinion it made the poem sharp like a razor cutting into "farce" Biblical and all kinds. It's a really good poem Frieda. I think though I'm going to take that metaphorical gun so there are no more games of Russian roulette... xxoo
~~redzone

[Frieda P]

Captcha is all knowing....this started out as a different place, just ended up where it did after the muse got fired up, so I guess you're write about that Curt...thanks for sharing my friend. xo

[NoelHC]

I found that " drink your sentiments out of my bed" never worked too well for me. Enjoyed the alliteration in this piece Freida.

[Frieda P]

Exactly, temporary fix, thanks Noel.

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha -- we need to put this one up with my feature! Yep, so what, and a biblical farce indeed.

[Frieda P]

Believe it or not, I had started this poem already, was going in a totally different direction, then I read your poem and it took on a life of it's own!

[Lyn Anderson]

I see. Well, I really like the two songs together.

[Cory Barrett]

Foundation built on words and ideals are often to soft to step on. "A little less conversation a little more action" would do this world a whole lot of good. That is if we only act upon what we promise in the first place. Intentions are really only useful... if they are useful. I am confusing myself now!

[Frieda P]

Join the confuzzeled club Cory. Ha believe it or not, I got that.

[Sophy Freebirds]

"You were never there,so spare me"- damn it Freida i was in a feisty mood and you wrote this... i can connect to each phrase of this.
I will not bisect and operate this poem but yes the false poetic promises made never fulfilled so don't accuse me of little faith.. i loved this girl ;)

~Sophy

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sophy, too bad so many can relate eh? :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Aww.. :( i shouldn't have related .. lol. Was a pleasure

[Matching Socks]

People come along and leave broken promises, hurt, pain, heavy hearts, holes in places that should be whole. It's hard to imagine that there are people that can make us believe again, but they are there and they become that new chapter. In time. Beautiful write from a dark, feisty, pissed off place? :) xo

[Frieda P]

Ha did you notice? Thanks, coming from a happily married woman, not sure I can take that under consideration. :) xo

[Matching Socks]

Oh bah humbug. :)

[Frieda P]

So what? :)

[Matching Socks]

Lol. I just like saying bah humbug. : P

[Frieda P]

Ditto on 'so what'...actually I used to get in big trouble with my mother for saying that....ALL the time. :)

[TL Boehm]

first off - I do enjoy a good Pink anthem. But this poem hit me where I sometimes visit....getting a little personal I suppose. And that's what a good poem does, it sinks in past the first layer we can slough off and gets into our core. Loved the line "written on empty coffee foam's contention.

[Frieda P]

Sorry you can relate, coffee takes on a bitter taste afterwards, thanks Tam.

[MomzillaNC]

A thorough conviction of the failure, the refusal to live by the words we pledge to each other before family, friends, strangers and God… we take Grace given gifts and empty them of meaning.

[Frieda P]

Sometimes you just can't fight it any longer, gotta go with the flow, thanks Momzilla.

[MomzillaNC]

Sometimes, we try to cement a walk on our journey that was never mean to see us to our reward, but only to hone our senses and teach to see the truth of real love. How tragic to be cemented to the temporary fellow traveler, and to pass unnoticed the fellow journeyer.