God’s
Teeth
Five Poems and a
Chuckle by Stefan Freedman
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His Bad Side Ours is The One Way There’s no other Truth Just decoys and traps The prize is Rapturous heaven Way-hay While you lot are, You know, Stir-fried forever Well, you know what God’s like. You really don’t want to get on His Bad Side God’s Year Off When God went on Sabbatical All the faithful Took a break From praying, From believing Religious wars Fizzled out The whole human family Gazed amazed At a peaceful world Then someone yelled ‘Watch out Here comes the substitute’ She looked aged and tired Not much of a God, really But reluctantly We all slouched back home To pick up our weapons |
Good Heavens In heaven We’ll take no gender benders No tree huggers or save-the-sardiners No freaky, frilly, peace peddlers And they won’t let you in either You lily livered liberal Sharing your slice of wholemeal vegan quiche Sipping an organic chamomile infusion I guarantee we’ll be normal Right thinking Every one And just in case I’m bringing my gun The Higher the Fewer Ours is The One Truth But surely you see Your faction is losing the plot It’s no disgrace, friend, Look, even my congregation Mostly get tangled up in details Missing the whole point To be honest there are only Three of us here Who really get it And the other two, bless them, Are obsessive old fossils Who no longer know What month it is Which leaves Only Me |
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Welcome to the Spiritual Helpline If you’re a Subud member hold on while we test which service you need If you’re in crisis get over here and join the party If you’re into enlightenment hang up and you will become non-attached If you’re into Astral Travel, thank you for having a low carbon footprint If you’re RC you need to know: it is all your fault! If you’re an Atheist, God help you If you’re a Rabbi carefully remove a small portion of your phone If you’re Satan will you please stop gloating If you’re God, don’t give up on parenting — and better luck next time! |
Just Here Just here Within the noise — a silence Within the pain — a balm Just here God who abandons Our lives To wolves of hazard Picks up All the broken remains And holds them Close to her bosom Just here Within the noise — stillness Within the pain — release Delicious As a lover’s kiss Familiar As my right hand Vast As the ocean For here Between breath and skin There is no Division |
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