PUNISHMENT
As a punishment for my sins
God told me to write love poetry.
And herewith my tale begins…
How to write, God didn't tell me.
You may believe me or not,
But I strive, poor soul, since then.
With tense brow furrowed sit as idiot -
Learn to write from starry men.
I've written some poems full of love.
Mostly in the form of a madrigal.
I need the push and the shove
Full of respite and lull.
My love poems are in demand -
The writing issue is resolved.
The ladies sing them with the band
And I have got the problem solved.
I'd like a book published for my honey.
But the problem is the Lack of money.
03.05.2006
February 2019
in my first comment P H deleted h e l l from " what the h e l l" . put the letters together and what does it spell? ? ? bri :)
i never heard of anyone, except Satan and his band of merry demons, being expelled from Heaven. what the (pardon the expression) did you DO, for God's sake? ? ? ok, it was probably NOT for His sake you did 'it'. send your address and i'll forward my publishing agent's name. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the Satan, The Fiend whom you somehow know and named so. That's all to it, I believe. I have more than enough publishers here and they all ask for money to print a book. Is it not so there with your agent? I have one book published here and I don't want to spend money. PH is more than enough. or no, you are my starry man.