Wanderin Man - 11 – Preachin (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Wanderin Man - 11 – Preachin
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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Another installment from the saga titled “WANDERIN & WONDERIN.” This poem was written on behalf of the main character in that yet to be completed saga. It’s strictly a FICTIONAL RECONNOITERING, open for interpretation.
*Quoting the Wanderin Man,* “I guess I’ve prob’ly writ half a dozen poems bout this ol buddy of mine. He’s a colorful ol cuss an he don’t much mind me a writin bout him, so he’s kinda an easy target. He ain’t got no religion an he’d be first to tell ya so. We’d been watching a TV show about the days of the wild west an the building of the railroad. In it, the preacher is a fer piece from a righteous man. This here gunman comes to him fer a few Godly words, just as the preacher was disposin of the body of a man he had just murdered. He says to the gunman, “go with the hate son, go with the hate.” Well, that got us to talkin,,,, My buddy says, ‘A preacher preaches whatever he wants to preach an he’s a preachin to a big congregation. Who regulates him? How kin everything he preaches possibly apply to everybody? “After that conversation, I tried to git his thoughts down on paper and this here was the result.” *PREACHIN* He’s a preachin to the deaf, preachin to the blind….. he’s a preachin to all who’ll listen…. bout whatever’s on his mind. He’s a preachin bout the devil, preachin bout our sins, preachin bout our mistakes sayin don’t ever make ’em agin. He’s a preachin to the choir, preachin to the saints, preachin with all his might to those who kin an cain’t. He preaches down the middle, to the left and to the right, He preaches on the weekend an again on Wednesday night. He preaches agin makin moonshine an agin us drinking gin. Seems he preaches the same ol message time an time agin. He’s a preachin with a purpose trying to change our mind, preachin bout la de da, sayin seek an ye shall find. I’ve seen the way he works, I’ve been behind his door. He talks about our way of life then lives his like a whore. He performs his service then he passes his plate. It’s no different than that whore after every single “date.” The bartender serves me wisdom as he shares his prophetic words, but the difference is the bartender serves better seconds an thirds. Preacher’s keep on preachin, sinners keep on sinnin, that collection plate keeps comin round, seems someone must be winnin. “He’s a preachin to the deaf, preachin to the blind…” He’s now preachin to a non believer, who just won’t take the time. *Copyright* *© 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 22, 2012

Hot damn! You hit the spot! Preachers ain't nothing but whores. Sucking off the populace for a little, momentary satisfaction. You're right, bartenders and whores are better and cost less. As usual, this is a damn good write.

Ron

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Kool....great lyrical flow to your story, Richard!!! Enjoyed...

Anna

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on May 21, 2012

An especially good installment Dick. When it comes to preachers the bigger they are the harder they fall. Patrick

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Richard,
I hear you loud and clear and yes I too am somewher between Jerry and Felix.
Budd

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Haven't been inside a church since my hated mother died. Can't remember the last time I prayed. The hell with all the goddamn hypocrites!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

This comes through loud and clear...oft times the self rightous are the biggest sinners of all.
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