Peculiar Poetry

Poetry with and without reason and rhyme.
Strange is what I strive for.
Expect lyrics and limericks, free verse and format.
Be prepared for bubbly and boiled, terrifying and horrifying.
Keep an eye out for those that provoke your thoughts, and some that bear no thought at all.
Many written for class, and others without much of it.
Feel free. There are no boundaries. Just think.
Consider, Ponder, Wonder, Imagine.
Argue, Oppose, Debate, Defend.
Perhaps you will be offended.
That's good.
Think about that.
Learn more of what you think.
How you think.
Take what you can from what you hate.
I don't seek to preach.
I only speak my mind.
A mind most peculiar.

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28. "The Girl Who Wanted To Know" (True Story)

A bullet-list in her hand 

And a headband around her head,  

She walked into the offices, 

Recalling what her mother had said. 

"You need to go ask a pastor," 

For she had so much to ask. 

So at once she had sat at the computer 

And set herself up for the task. 

The girl surely knew some pastors— 

In fact, she loved them too. 

And she knew they returned the effection, 

As so many tended to do. 

So she made her way to the room 

Leather boots clomping along the carpet,

And sat down before her two friends, 

Pastors Tim and Eric. 

They greeted her warmly and kindly, 

And she smiled as wide as one can. 

Then once they sat down

And she pulled out her list 

Their hopeful session began. 

"Is it okay to pierce and tatoo yourself?" 

"How will the rapture happen?" 

"Can you sell your soul to the Devil?" 

"If so, can you still go to heaven? 

"What is the unforgivable sin?" 

"And what happens when I commit it?  

"Do ghosts haunt places, or maybe their essence?" 

"Did God forgive Judas Iscariot?" 

"What does it mean to 'boil a calf in its mother's milk'?" 

"What the Bosom of Abraham a thing?" 

"Why couldn't we eat a lot of animals back then?"

And much more that she had been able to bring. 

Perhaps an hour had meandered on by, 

Which she felt wasn't going too well. 

For so far, half her questions were unanswered, 

And her spirits slowly fell. 

After a while the meeting was over; 

The girl was fine, just not quite content. 

Yet little did she know, that years later 

She would understand what this meant. 

It didn't necessarily mean the Bible was bull, 

Or that Jesus Christ didn't exist. 

It just meant that pastors are people— 

A notion that, to this day, many resist. 

That old book can only contain so much, 

But many answers just weren't discolsed. 

So her friends thought it best to repect her 

And admit that they didn't know. 

Although she had wanted to know so much, 

Perhaps that meeting wasn't so bad.

For that little girl had been granted an answer

To a question that she hadn't had. 

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