A Serum He Calls Truth
by Dawn Richerson
Thursday, January 06, 2005
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In love with the lies he’s told himself,
he dances with himself, a devil dressed in white,
self-crowned Regent of Innocence. Laced
with pillowed luxury, his home provides comfort,
convinces him all the more that he’s
Lord of Loving-kindness and King of What Ought Be,
self-appointed judge and soul jury.
She grieves his misguided judgment, fat,
ringed finger that cast her beyond Realm of Blessing.
She mourns conditioned environment,
hollow House of Grand Illusions where he chooses
to make his bed of linens fine. There,
he sees not folly of his ways, nor has any
use for love or equality.
Many bow before smooth-tongued serpent,
imagining him as Prince of Enlightenment;
for his promises are grand and he’s
brought prosperity to land where willing servants
do as he says God says. They ask no
questions, make few demands, support his stated quest
of loyal devotion to Holy One.
Exhilarating, his revelry!
Sweet addiction: succulent stupor of success.
Just Reward, he claims, for majestic
magnanimity, vast care for God’s Kingdom Work.
The pleasures of his Palace Posh are
secondary, of course; nevertheless, he soaks
it up, awash in resultant buzz.
“Say, see Harlot stoop in squalor there –
has she no respect for our Lord’s authority?”
He mocks colossal misdirection,
sins he presumes there, invented to stave off fear
that Woman of the Streets dare approach
godly King of Cleanliness. He turns, bids them come,
drink deep of the serum he calls Truth.
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|extrememly well-developed poem ... it invigorates the heart and soul ...|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
spot ON!!!!!!!! an excellent commentary
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|Boy do I know men like that
coined all the pined-up emotion
all the bloated ego
and made magic!!!!
|Reviewed by Phillip William Allen
|The Silver Tongued Devil rises again I see. Well penned|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|I can "hear" the evil hissing in this poem. You used the Bible's ultimate truth to form your own words. Profound!|
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|A stunning write, one to read more than once..well done Dawn|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Dawn outstanding work! I'm in awe of your ability to show the deception in such a graphic way. So many are fooled by the great
liar, even some who think they are great christians,or deeply spiritual, they look down on others with their haughty disdain
and are themselves, living lies! Splendid poetry!
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|I think that they were wrong when they said that things in the bible could not be added to. You did a wonderful job here.|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|this is wonderful...i read it twice myself|
|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|This is one of those poems you enjoy reading more than once because of all the great detail in it- also the highlighted words are also good to go back and reread. You wrote this with much skill.|