It’s not that black and white. But, sex does enter the realm of religion or should I say religion enters the realm of sex. This is a poem about culture. If you will excuse me, there is no such thing as righteousness. As soon as you say that, you are forever attempting to stretch your weekend.
This is different. I got a bit lost, wandering through metaphorical uprights, but it is at least, unique and unpredictable. The line Sex becomes scoring really threw me. I had taken this to be a more religious poem–the war between the Sunday philosophies of church and the start of football season. Perhaps it is more about all the things that lead one away from the path of righteousness?
One of my all time favorites!
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Ahh, thanks so much!
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Thank you Elan :). Always look forward to reading your poems…such a treat.
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Yes, the panda is the goal keeper.
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Excellent poem. And….is that a panda in the photo?? 🙂
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Marvelously clever words to describe “weekends in our lungs”. This is a great mixture of commercialism and human nature.
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What a telling commentary on American society.
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Lovely, thanks
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Amazing use of Metaphor! Beautiful piece
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Love the planet of hurdles and sugary cheerleaders. Some delicious word combinations.
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Loved this part—For some syntactic commentator
Who plays with verb’s balls
Scores with nouns,
Penalizes with adverbs,
Kicks extra pointy adjectives
Through the uprights,
Glad I decided to follow you…look forward to more!
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Hi Elan,
Interesting simile/metaphor/imaging. I like that idea.
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It’s not that black and white. But, sex does enter the realm of religion or should I say religion enters the realm of sex. This is a poem about culture. If you will excuse me, there is no such thing as righteousness. As soon as you say that, you are forever attempting to stretch your weekend.
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This is different. I got a bit lost, wandering through metaphorical uprights, but it is at least, unique and unpredictable. The line Sex becomes scoring really threw me. I had taken this to be a more religious poem–the war between the Sunday philosophies of church and the start of football season. Perhaps it is more about all the things that lead one away from the path of righteousness?
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