Losing My Religion

Losing My Religion

There is no copyright on God
It’s a free for all game
All taking a different route
But the ending is the same

Babies drinking scripture
In their mother’s milk
Buddhists shaving their head
In robes of orange silk

Distorted thinking
Insisting God is a warmonger
Murdering innocents
For a life to be lived longer

Women as second class citizens
Covered head to toe
Honor killings and sexual mutilation
With nowhere to go

Men insisting women
Be exemplary in dress
Wigs must be worn
Why? is anyone’s guess

Cajoled into thinking
This way is better
Hatred for the others
In a poison pen letter

Fear-based religion
With a death toll of shame
A Deteriorating social structure
Continuing to Inflame

Search within for guidance
Don’t be persuaded by others
Your sprit will guide you
It will not be smothered

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Cajole

Copyright

Exemplary

Guess

Deteriorate

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One Liner Wednesday

Good Wednesday Morning!  I hope you enjoy today’s message.  I think this every time I see a similar scene in a movie and wonder why on earth a script writer would include “Hello”.

In response to Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday

Have a great day!

 

Take a Seat

Recently I have been quite taken with different benches and possible seating areas that I have come across.  I have been photographing them thinking I might like to share them sometime, and today I came across a photo challenge called “Pull up a Seat”  How about that!  These photos are in response to XingfuMama Challenge 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Circus

Circus

What was once wondrous
and filled me with joy
I now hold in disdain
Pretty white horses
Elephants and lions
I did not know their pain

As a child I was excited
by the music and fanfare
Such exotica to see
Now I am sickened and sad
at the treatment
they suffered for me

Memories are disingenuous
The circus once wore
a glorious crown
The public expressed outrage
Animal liberation
Send in the clowns

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to dVerse Poets Prompt Circus

 

Therapy

Therapy

Drawing her strength
being in the elements
Her mentor had become nature
Walking at the golden crepuscule
when the sun disappeared
was her portraiture

Beauty surrounding her
her mind felt cleansed
The coolness of the evening
calming the activity of the day
Having ample space to breathe
the experience healing

With clarity of mind
She realized now
her street smarts never failed her
Her instincts were right
A wolf in disguise
His identity a saboteur

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Element

Mentor

Crepuscule

Smart

Ample

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Impasse

Impasse

The fragility of the moment
causes me to stop
where I am
Another word, another step
could break the dam

We glossed over the issues
Copious amounts of energy
devoted to the cause
Nothing was resolved
I break for a pause

No palette for your indignation
I ignored the caustic remarks
The recurring theme
exhausting and
inevitably there will be sparks

So where do we go
having reached this point
We are at an impasse
Perhaps I’ll move to the boondocks
Where greener the grass

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

The mix of today’s word prompts did not inspire me too much and I was stuck for most of the day trying to create something 😬

Word Prompts:

Copious

Gloss

Fragile

Palette

Theme

Boondocks

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