Christina Simmons

Gold Star - 6,793 Points (20/4/61 / St Lucia, Caribbean.)

Puzzle Of Time - Poem by Christina Simmons

Like a destroying angel you've confiscated my being
Just to steal my gifts - making the words derelict
Whilst yours remains modern man

From a long line of dynasty born in a stable
Like the cattle at dawn: you made me a carpenter
Poverty stricken: Body is now dilapidated
No longer does it seem to house my soul

Crucified me and all the others -
Beg for mercy I didn't
Died with dignity, I put you to shame:
left YOU uttering the words:
'He is the Son of God! '

Drinking my blood and making it into wine
Body you've eaten like bread
Hoping to be as regal as me: permitted to rule the roost

Kept my memory alive by stealing my name
The crown too - you've made my queen into a whore
Answering only to Poopsie

Children have been forgotten - becoming only novelties
Promoting your own bitch into fantasies of all
Strong and powerful beauty among all beauties
But in-reality bogus like a blown up doll

You sit on the throne like a fat cat smiling
On what is really mine
.Had you fooled my spirit leaves on....
While I look down I contemplate
If only they knew
The truth the lie
The lie the truth

With modern technology words can be listened too
While the Original words remains hidden in your crotch
Making the world appear cantankerous
With memorabilia of yesteryear Vatican goes up in smoke

What you have invented is coming to crash your world
Rising again a thousand times over
Watching you! Watching me!
Watching them!
Spreading propaganda everywhere
Until it all goes peacefully quiet.

Topic(s) of this poem: creation, jesus, new

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem at a time when I wasn't allowed to spend a birthday with a daughter whose birthday is a day before mine (had been an extremely difficult birth) A miracle we both survived the trauma: she was surrounded by her father's new family. Also dealing with losing him (a childhood sweetheart) A man I (considered a soulmate, the love of my life,) to another female of a different nationality and race. Could only described the pain and anguish as surmount. I was going through complete agony and torture. I put it in the same context as Christ. Compared it to how Jesus Christ bleed and suffered when he was crucified by those he loved.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 29, 2017

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