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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is an excellent poem by K.C. Hingley
The Anti-Sermon
It came about that through the Golden
Arches, there came a man. This man
had no sons. And he appeared very fat
and soft. And he bore a tag. And this
tag bore a claim; it read 'representative
of the church'.
Anon there came a boy who had not
broken his fast that day, as he had
naught to eat. And it came about that the
boy faced the man and asked,
"Father, where can I find fulfillment?"
Then the man looked up and saw the
boy's pale eyes and sunken face and was
filled with pity. And he replied,
"My son, fulfillment lies on this table,
eat thy fill!"
And the boy looked into the man's
eyes and at his greased hair and fat face
and frowned, he said,
"Father, thine garment is new, but
thine robe is tattered. I care not for thy
food, I have lost my appetite."
And the boy turned and walked from
the man.
And the man ordered french fries and
ate in silence.
BIO: My name is K.C. Hingley. I hail from Sidney, British Columbia (Canada) and I am 19 years old. I am sending these poems because I like this site, and I would like a chance to get some genuine criticism. Feel free to e-mail me at rickrite@hotmail.com with comments.
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