Single God

(Picture Credit - "God Letting Go" by PS Mag com)

I don’t mean to blaspheme,

So please don’t scream.

But if God supports marriage

Then why is He single?

Is having a wife

Just too much strife?

Imagine a Lady of Power

Waiting there

When he comes home at such a late hour!

“Sorry Love, I’ve been creating a universe,

A thing you just can’t miss.”

“No you haven’t” she says,

“You’ve just been on the piss!”

MMM So God is quite wise!

Yet He’s no time for guys “loving” guys.

Nor girl on girl –

That makes his toes curl.

And non-believers, they must go to Hell –

Well so the ancient scriptures tell.

Remember he’s a “jealous God”,

Who much prefers to be on His Tod.

No Zeus, Jupiter or Thor for Him,

And Satan’s prospects are very slim.

Can God be really so old fashioned?

So bad tempered and so impassioned?

A Super Intelligence He’s supposed to be,

Every Existence He can see.

Knowing all and blindingly smart,

Ultimate Master of Science and Art.

Could God be a Woman?

Now there’s a thought.

Yes that goes all against

Everything we’ve been taught.

The greatest Creator might well be a Mother.

If that is so, then adieu to Big Brother.

No matter what, God is Love –

Looking down on us from up above.

A mind that’s thinking on greater things,

While S\He protects us with bright white wings.

(Inspired by a conversation with Mick Noble over a lunchtime beer).

Paul Butters

Sunny Summer

(Picture Credit - UCLA Writers)

At long last summer is here,

Time to lounge in the garden

And then have a beer.

My porch is boiling,

Have opened my front door.

No more Winter toiling,

This sun I do adore.

The bees are busy buzzing,

They’ve got a lot to do.

Those flowers they still are budding,

And there’s a lazy-rhyme for you.

Ready for your mid-year hollies?

You bet I am, you say.

Ice cream and lollies,

You’ll soon be on your way.

The beach will sure get busy,

No parking on the prom.

Lemonade so fizzy,

Going down like a bomb.

Great time for walking,

Out in the countryside.

Lots of time for talking

Or going for a ride.

My favourite cove awaits me.

A time to really chill out.

It really will be stress-free,

Time to have a scout.

Yes I really love summer,

That’s all I have to say.

Time to be a newcomer:

I’m on my way.

Paul Butters

Copycat Corner

(Picture Credit - Onpointpreparedness)

In every “Poetry Place”

There is a Copycat Corner.

We know it’s a disgrace

So here’s another “Warner”.

Why they do it I’ll never know,

Those Copier and Pasters.

Their words they seem to glow,

But they’re a bunch of Wasters.

Taking all that praise,

For stuff they haven’t written,

It seems to be a craze,

And many do get bitten.

Just Google their “fine words” or use those plagiarism sites,

And you will find the original poems

Bedecked with copyrights.

I’m sure this place just isn’t free

Of people like this,

Just look and see!!!

The Admins must get their fingers out,

And give these villainous rogues a massive clout.

Me, I will show all due diligence,

But my job here,

Is to show My brilliance.

(NOT someone else’s!).

Paul Butters