Peter Presiding

Peter Presiding

 

 

 

bellowing angels

stranded wings,

God's children ruin their sneakers

running into a sin's mire

foolish frenzies of hateful corporation

a conglomerate of poorly played symphonies

 

the sound abrasive

prayers just abstract intentions

never said

 

the music in the confessional

is a bevy of insincere notes

 

bellowing angels

wings of love and guardianship

ripped apart

with convoluted inception

of lies

of lies

of lies

 

the courtroom is deadly silent

the flying is over

the truth is out

 

there are no more songs of love

that mean what they are meant to mean

 

just raspy voices

begging for a curbside quarter or two.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/13/19 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I remember (a few years ago) when I would've thought this a dark & cynical poem (like Jimmy Yetts, below). Now I am feeling exactly this bleak (our new normal), if not more so. I love your intense expression of how bad things feel & I also love Divya's interpretation, like frosting on your well-baked cake! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i thought DIVYA's reply better than the poem itself...I am generally such an optimist...but the way things are these days...it is hard for that optimism to hold up...thank you for your understanding review, Margie...
j.

[Beccy]

More and more it seems, the unworthy hold court, presiding with little care, and even less understanding, that it is time to take a step back, to re-evaluate our headlong dash into sin's mire.

How is it, that most good and right minded people, (of which there are multitudes,) know this; and yet still the descent continues apace.

How I long to hear a different music.
Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i long to hear it as well, my friend...
thank you, Beccy.
j.

[DIVYA]

Peter, sadly, is working with very flawed material and perhaps insufficient resources allocated to him. The conglomerate was sure to run into trouble with a hyper-invention like man with that in-built, almost incessant capacity to run amuck, create chaos and lie and lie. The bellowing angels are not much help either. They just add to the noise and frenzy. Yet God is still holding on to his vanity project unfairly instead of trashing it. Peter should resign as the CEO.
I really enjoyed this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love this review...DIVYA...it is better than the poem,
especially your first line...could never have said it better.
j.

[David Klay]

I enjoyed reading this one, again and again. It has layers to it. To me, this is about the Angel Peter judging our current society, holding court and finding nobody worthy of Heaven. Reading some reviews below I might be way off but no matter it is extremely well written and it definitely creates discussion.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

actually you are quite insightful, David...i appreciate your response very much,
j.

[Perdition]

Hmmm...A look into the crystal ball of j. All this agreed upon, but then what? A "figurative" tossing of a live and awakening grenade into the bustling city air?? Why not?! Change the outlooks. True art challenges the mind through the subconsciousness as well as the consciousness along with the casual circumstance..the obvious is never so obvious where art should exist so I say well done. Thanks for the read~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Perdition,
j.

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting poem about an odd time. I sure wouldn't want to live there.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jung...
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Peter is still presiding, standing by the gate waiting to check names off against his list, while the world is desperately searching a new direction to Hell. All the "good" intentions and demand of rights are paving the way. Voices screaming over the sound of society collapsing ... much like Sodom & Gomorrah ... while we're distracted by the hue and cry of 'climate change' and 16 year old Swedes telling supposedly intelligent leaders how to save the world. The last time that occurred the English fried a young girl at the stake.
What a wonderful world it will be.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no kidding...and i am going to turn into salt...
thank you for your insightful review, Ted,read moreno kidding...and i am going to turn into salt...
thank you for your insightful review, Ted,
j.

[kentuck14]

3 But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2 People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3 without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4 treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5 having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people. (The apostle Paul in Scripture)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we are already there, unfortunately....thank you for your words,T.
j.

[Neville]

How the world has changed jacob.. it seems there is an almost universal shortage of integrity these days and greed may have become the new religion.. You draw attention here to many current and largely selfish human characteristics and traits that which I fear like a tsunami will drown those in its way in its own superficial shallowness... Tis good to be back sir....

N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is good to have you back, Neville, and thank you for your words here.
j.

[Neville]

You are most welcome my friend & thank you...

N.