JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

T.V. Bible Calf - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

My golden calf before me.
Sit I do sometimes for days
Worship your images - chair style pew.
Your idols are the being and way.
The religion cast to all and few.

Idol hours spent with you.
My heaven - hand on cue.
Many gods you bring to me.
They cross the mighty sea.
Cruise ships like Noah - receive.

Is it satan's true religion? ? ?
The other channel shows division.
One more turn of the cue.
I'm in a church - MARK 2.
Such a question in all life.

What do I really worship?
Are they my gods or slapstick? ? ?
YET - there on the big chair.
The one with the fluffy, fuzzy hair.
My simple BIBLE talking to me.



from DREAMS 3

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

Form: Blank Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

from my poem book DREAMS 3

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, February 1, 2016


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