All them little Christians
In their little Christian cars
Headin' up to heaven
Gonna live among the stars.
O' them fine believers
Gonna leave us all behind
I wish I could follow
Could'a used the peace of mind.
What of us remainin'
On this poisoned rock of shame?
We'll be gnashin' molars
Softly cryin' out his name.
I be askin' Jesus
‘Fore the hour gets too late
Maybe He'd forgive me
‘Cuz I heard His love is great.
Jesus, I'm so sorry
For my sin and foolish pride
Can you help me, Jesus?
Will you let me walk beside?
Brian Mayo, you are one-of-a-kind, which is why I enjoy reading your repertoire. This one is no different. Who else would write about Christian cars, rhyme, and not end up with a sophomoric poem. You're treading in dangerous waters or Chrysler K cars with this one. The writing does clearly show a tongue-in-cheek, conflicted speaker, mocking, yet jealous at the comfortable faith of the Christians who can just ride up to heaven in a fancy car. The writing also creates quite the image in my mind as I read. I see a stream of cars flowing up, like in a parade, and they're driving right through that open gate, while the speaker is stuck on earth with all the losers, wondering if they can still get saved and jump in one of them there cars.....more contemplation about existence, religion, and the meaning of it all....well done Brian.
The path of God is clear like a sun. When you try to walk inside you find out the secret of your existence.Thank you for sharing.
the first three comments seem to run the gamut. I may be sharing some drinks with Kelly, but not booze. more like ice cream float or milkshake. ========================================== Brian, Your Sin Is Forgiven …..This Time! Dear Brian, I got together with My Dad today; We had a little talk ……about your recent Sin. It seems you have asked at an opportune time, as He and I have decided to let you IN …., , , , , , to Heaven. Yes, you are welcome as long as you genuflect …. each time you pass The Father or Me (The Son) by. Gabriel has informed Us that We failed to reach Our ……. quota this month [Again! ]. We fail to know just why. It may be Our stand against non-heterosexuals, or the rumor going around on Earth that We like Trump. It could also be due in part to the rule that We don’t allow “cars”. Dad and I are now beginning to think that ‘that rule’ We should dump. BUT, Brian, you must act quickly if you wish to take advantage of Our offer. [And it wouldn’t hurt if you also brought a few TV dinners. We both prefer Stouffer’s.] bri :) to MyPoemList
It was Kool-Aid; not an ice cream float And Kelly makes it strong In fact, there is no antidote For when he gets it wrong. Nice poem, Bri- -thanks for playin'.
Ha! I'll be here with you Brian and we can do tequilla shots and play poker
Brian, trying to decide if you have tongue in cheek, or are seriously considering the rapture, as never described in the bible, at least by the interpreters we have been subjected to in our religious ed. But, of course, there is that possibility of a parallel universe; maybe some of us will take a vacation over there....anyway, enjoyed your poem and visual imagery.
Like many of my poems concerning religion (most of them unseen by anyone but me) , I started out trying to write something funny but changed half-way through. I'll bet there's a name for this, or a term, or a condition... Thanks for your comments, Marianne, and for taking the time to consider my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sure he will if you're sincere, but you'd better hurry. There won't be any cars going, however. According to Biblical scholars, the ones left behind will have some bad years ahead of them.