Two poems

Love

I am in love
With a pigeon and dove
But O, which should I pick?
It is making me sick
For wives two I can’t have
In the name of the law
Though I wish it weren't true
Off my head I must saw


Religion

A sharp playing card
Hit me in the face
“Who threw that?” I asked
As I wept with disgrace
“It was I” said a chap
With three eyes on his head
Looking tired and weak
Though not ready for bed
Tall, mean and grim
In that way did he stand
And the deck of those cards
Were at rest in his hand
“But why?” I then asked
In complete disbelief
“Why didst you so wound me
with playing card leaf?”
“I’ll tell you the truth,”
The man said with a smile
“I’ve thought you a fool
For quite a long while.
And while you did sit
With your mouth open wide
I found it too easy
To woundeth your pride.
And thus did I hurl
With much disregard
The Queen of the diamonds
That sharp playing card.”
“That’s fair,” I responded
“A fool I may be.
But God’s wrathful judgment
Will rain upon thee.”
He tipped back his head
And uttered a laugh.
He chuckled and chortled
And made me a gaff.
“If not for one thing,
I’d have to agree,”
Said that knight, that rogue
With dreadful eyes three.
“I tell you with pleasure,
And this is no act –
That my name is God
And that is a fact.”
I stepped back in terror
My eyes open wide
With no place to run
I stood still and sighed.
“At last do we meet,
My triple-eyed friend.”
“Indeed, that is so,
Though your mind it may bend.”
“Then the card is a sign
Of worse things to come?”
“Nay,” said he, with a smile,
“Just to make you look dumb.
For a god has a long
And a difficult life.
It is one filled with sorrow
And one filled with strife.
So on some rare occasions
When the moon meets the sun,
And the cookies of life
In the oven are done
When the mountains be lifted
And leaves weigh a ton
I take leave of my work
And go have some fun.”