Poetry in judgment,
condemner of expression
Poetry in judgment
—killer of truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Biblical Blues
Jesus Christ! Are you my wife?
Or are you a single woman?
Surely you’re meant to be at my side,
Not off in search of another?
We used to hold each others hands, with such pride,
Now I wonder: Do you even like me?
Are you Peter, or are you Judas the liar?
Would you deny my existence for your own benefit?
Or would you trade me in for 5 silver coins?
A new handbag, or a box of jewels.
Or would you say, with joy in your words,
I’m sorry but I’m married, so goodbye Sir.
Do you remember the wine I gave you, for our first anniversary?
I sacrificed my own simple pleasures,
so I could save enough money.
And buy you the finest things I could afford,
All I could give you; still didn’t seem enough.
So here I hang on my cross awaiting my death,
I’d tell you I still love you, but I’d be wasting my breath.
My sacrifice, my God damn life,
Given up for you, the faithless type.
So goodbye now, I’m off to see God,
My father, my creator, my judge, my condemner.
The one to blame, for all I’ve had and lost,
The one who has punished me forever and ever.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Oh Poverty, Oh poverty, Oh poverty...
There is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen to remove bad faith
and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
If you are now in a scrape, don't be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.
~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~
Edited and revised March 10, 2018.
A mendacious person
you must be.
You feel as though
you have to tell
them things untrue of me
I was the one there
for you
False witness you are, that
bear false witness to me.
You have been my Judas Tree,
but I did not see
You have been my
condemner and
have sentence me to death.
Execution Day my mendacious
friend is not final judgment Day for me.
You have been my Judas and
have sentence me to death
But, I forgive you Judas
For God said, it should be
Jay Taylor
Copyright ©2003 Jay Taylor